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theblackcatwitch3 · 2 months ago

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Solby X Y/N

Warnings: double vaginal penetration, threesome, polyamorous relationship, creampie, male on male, fingering female receiving, multiple orgasms, squirting, accidental recording, posting it to the public, I think that is it if I missed any let me know

I go down and sit on the couch and light a cigarette

You sit down on the couch and light your cigarette. As you do that, Colby comes out from the kitchen and plops down next to you, watching as you let out a puff of smoke.

Colby eyes your cigarette and raises his eyebrows. "You still smoking those things?" he asks, his eyes drifting down to the glowing tip of your cigarette.

“Yes, and I’m not planning on stopping”

Colby sighs, shaking his head. "You really shouldn't, you know. It's bad for you." he says, giving you a disapproving look.

“I would rather fill my lungs up with smoke then water, which is what you’re doing by vaping”

Colby rolls his eyes. "At least vaping doesn't give you lung cancer." he says, crossing his arms.

“That’s exactly what it does it turns your fucking lungs into a 60-year-old within a year of vaping”

Colby narrows his eyes at you. "That's not true. Vaping is safer than smoking cigarettes, and doesn't cause cancer." he says, trying to defend his stance.

“Yeah, that’s where you’re wrong. Google it.”

Colby sighs and takes out his phone. He looks it up on Google and sure enough, vaping can cause cancer. He groans and puts his phone back in his pocket. "Fine, you win this time." he mutters.

Colby leans back on the couch, still looking grumpy. "But that doesn't change the fact that smoking is bad for you." he says, eyeing your cigarette again.

“You’re the one to talk”

Colby scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, looking at you with an offended expression.

“Do you want one?”

Colby hesitates for a moment, but then he finally nods. "Sure, what the hell." he says, holding his hand out for your cigarette.

I hand him a cigarette and I hand him my lighter

Colby takes the cigarette from you and lights it with your lighter. He takes a long drag and exhales, blowing out a puff of smoke. He leans back on the couch and lets out a sigh. "Can't believe I'm doing this." he mutters under his breath.

Colby continues to smoke, taking another drag and exhaling. He eyes the cigarette, looking like he can't believe he's actually doing this. "You know, these things are terrible for you." he says, flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette.

As he takes another drag of the cigarette, Colby can't help but feel a sense of both satisfaction and guilt. He knows that it's bad for him, but for some reason, he can't seem to resist the temptation of the nicotine.

Despite the guilt he feels, Colby continues to smoke the cigarette, taking long drags and exhaling puffs of smoke. He can feel the nicotine hitting his system, and he begins to feel a sense of Relaxation wash over him.

“Hey Sam”

Sam looks up from his phone as you call out his name. "Yeah, what's up?" he asks, setting aside his phone

“Do you want one too?”

Sam looks at the cigarette in your hand, and then back up at you. "Are you offering?" he asks, a small grin playing at the corner of his lips.

“Of course”

Sam smiles and holds out his hand. "Sure, I'll take one." he says, taking the cigarette from you. Before he brings it to his lips, he looks at you and smirks. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"

“Absolutely”

Sam chuckles and takes a long drag on the cigarette, then exhales a plume of smoke. He leans back on the couch and puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

I lay down with my feet and Colby’s lap and my head in Sam’s as I continue smoking

Colby rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest as you stretch out on the couch, your feet on his lap.

Sam, on the other hand, can’t help but smile as you lay your head on his lap. He places a hand on your hair, gently stroking it as you continue to smoke.

I let out a moan as I take another hit from my cigarette

Both Colby and Sam look at you, their eyes widening at the sound that escapes your lips.

"Did you just-" Sam begins to say, a surprised expression on his face.

Colby's mouth hangs open slightly, his eyes glued to you as you take another drag.

Colby's hands grip the couch cushions tightly as he struggles to maintain his composure. He can't believe what he just heard.

Sam, on the other hand, is slightly flustered, his hand freezing in your hair. He can't help but feel a stirring sensation in his stomach at the sound of your moan.

Colby and Sam exchange a glance, their eyes locked together for a moment as they both struggle to process what just happened.

Colby's cheeks turn a slight pink as he shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying to compose himself.

Sam swallows hard, his heart beating faster in his chest as his mind races with thoughts.

They both look at you, their eyes scanning your face, trying to read your expression.

Colby breaks the silence first, clearing his throat. "Did you just.. moan?" he asks, his voice huskier than usual.

“Yes”

Both Colby and Sam are speechless for a moment as they process your answer.

Colby's eyes widen slightly, his hands clenching and unclenching on the couch cushions.

Sam's breath catches in his throat, unable to believe what he just heard. He moves his hand from your hair to your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

I’ll let out a whimper as he traces my bottom lip

Sam's eyes darken as he hears the sound escape your lips, a shiver running down his spine.

He leans closer to you, his hand still tracing your bottom lip, his touch gentle and yet possessive.

Colby watches intently as Sam leans closer to you, the atmosphere in the room growing more charged with each passing second.

He can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but a part of him also finds the sight of you and Sam in this moment incredibly hot.

Sam's eyes are fixed on your face, his thumb tracing your lip once more before he speaks, his voice low and rough.

"God.. You're killing me.." he murmurs.

Colby shifts on the couch, his heart beating faster as he listens to the sound of Sam's voice, the rough edge to his words sending a new wave of desire through him. He can feel his mind racing, his thoughts becoming more and more impure.

Sam continues to trace your lip, his eyes never leaving your face. He can feel a sense of possessiveness coursing through his body at the sound of your whimper, his hands itching to do more than just touch your lip.

I take Sam’s thumb in my mouth

A low growl escapes Sam's throat as you take his thumb into your mouth, the feeling of your lips and tongue around it sending a shock wave of desire through his body.

Colby watches the scene unfold, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he tries to contain his own desires.

Sam's eyes lock with yours, the intensity in his gaze making it clear that he wants more than just his thumb in your mouth. His free hand moves to grip the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.

Colby watches the two of you, feeling a mix of jealousy and arousal as he sees how Sam is holding you possessively. He can't help but feel like he's witnessing something incredibly intimate.

Sam's breath is coming out in short pants now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to keep his composure. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and brings it to your chin, gently tilting your face up to look at him.

His eyes scan your face, taking in every little detail, before he finally speaks, his voice low and rough.

"You have no idea what you do to me.." he whispers, leaning in closer to you.

“I have an idea. I am turning both you and Colby on”

Sam's eyes widen at your words as he glances over at Colby, who is still sitting next to you on the couch.

Colby's cheeks go red and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, unable to deny that your words are having an effect on him as well.

“It’s a good thing I have three holes”

Sam swallows hard as you make your comment, his body tense with desire.

Colby's mouth drops open in shock, his eyes widening at your boldness. He can't believe what he just heard.

Sam leans back slightly, his eyes flickering between your face and your body, his hands itching to touch you.

Colby is struggling to maintain his composure, his mind racing with thoughts of you and how much he wants you. He can't believe how easily you've managed to turn them both on.

Sam breaks the silence, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

"Is that an invitation?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Sure, go ahead lay under Me Colby can take me from behind while I ride you”

Both Sam and Colby's mouths drop open in disbelief at your bold proposition.

Colby is the first to speak, his voice coming out in a gruff whisper. "You really are a devil, aren't you?"

Sam watches you for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of how good it would feel to have you riding him while Colby takes you from behind. The thought alone is enough to make his body tense with desire.

"I'm not going to say no to that offer." he says, his voice rough and hoarse.

Colby looks at you and Sam, his mind racing with thoughts of how good it would feel for all of them to be together like that.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Absolutely you can either both be in my pussy or one of you can be in my ass”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at your words, their mouths dropping open in shock.

Sam's breath catches in his throat for a moment, his mind struggling to process your suggestion. He then glances at Colby, who looks like he's frozen solid.

Colby's eyes flicker between you and Sam, before finally turning back to you. "Goddamn, you're so filthy.. I love it.." he mutters, unable to hide the excitement in his

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, his breathing heavy as he tries to keep his composure. Feeling Colby's gaze on you as well, he finally speaks, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

"You really don't hold back, do you?"

I stand up takeoff all of my clothes, so I’m completely naked in front of them

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at the sight of you standing completely naked in front of them. They can't believe what they're seeing. Even though they've seen you without clothes before, this feels different.

Colby's mouth goes dry and he can't look away. He stares at your naked body, taking in every inch of you.

Sam takes a step towards you, his eyes roaming over your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Go ahead, boys get naked”

Both Sam and Colby are hesitant for a moment, their minds still processing the fact that they're about to get naked in front of you. But the sight of your body, completely naked and on display for them, is enough to make them overcome their hesitation.

Colby starts by taking off his shirt and the t-shirt underneath, exposing his toned chest and arms.

Sam, on the other hand, is a little faster, taking off his clothes in swift motions, until he is standing in front of you, just as naked as you are.

Colby and Sam are now both standing in front of you, completely naked, their eyes locked on your body, taking in every curve and contour.

Colby's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

Sam takes a step closer to you, his eyes flickering to your body, before he finally speaks, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

"Come here."

I push Sam down on the couch as I straddle him letting Colby go behind me

Sam lets out a moan as you push him down onto the couch, his eyes darkening with desire. He looks up at you and then over at Colby, his mind racing with thoughts of what's about to happen.

Colby doesn't waste any time, he positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. His breath is coming out in ragged pants as he gets ready to take

“So boys, are we both doing pussy or is one of you taking my ass?”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at your question, their minds reeling with the thought of what's about to happen.

Sam's breath catches in his throat, his body tense with anticipation. He looks towards Colby, who is still behind you, his hands on your hips.

Colby's voice comes out in a low and rough whisper, as he looks at Sam. "I think we both know what we want."

“Do whatever the hell you want”

Both Sam and Colby exchange a look, their eyes meeting for a moment as they silently communicate with each other. After a few seconds, the look in their eyes tells you all you need to know.

Sam speaks first, his voice coming out in a deep and rough tone.

"We're going to take you."

“Go ahead”, I say as I slammed down on Sam

Sam let out a low moan as you slammed down on him, his hands gripping onto your hips tightly.

"Fuck.." he mutters, unable to form a coherent thought.

Colby, meanwhile, has moved

Colby's now aligned himself behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him.

His breath is coming out in short pants, his chest heaving against your back.

He's taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. But he knows that soon, he won't be able to wait any longer.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks

“Absolutely”

Colby lets out a low growl, his hands gripping onto your hips even tighter.

"Good. Because we aren't going to hold back." he warns you.

He leans in closer, his lips pressed against your ear, his voice a low and rough whisper. "You've no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Colby slides into my pussy along with Sam

“Oh boys, you both feel so amazing”

“Please move”

Sam and Colby both let out low moans as you say that, their bodies responding to the tone of your voice.

Sam's hands are gripping your hips tightly, his eyes locking with yours.

Colby has his hands on your hips as well, his chest pressed against your back.

They both look at each other for a second, silently communicating, and then they start to move

Their movements are slow and tentative at first, as they both try to get used to the feeling of being inside you. But soon, the need for more takes over. And they both begin to move faster, their moans getting louder and louder

Colby's breath is coming out in short pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly against your back. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly that his knuckles have gone white.

Sam is doing his best to keep control, his teeth clenched as he tries to hold back the pleasure that's coursing through his body. His eyes are fixed on your face, taking in every little expression you make

Both of them are moving faster now, their bodies moving in perfect sync with each

I light another cigarette as I moan

Sam and Colby both seem to be affected by your actions, their eyes fixated on the way you light up and take a drag from the cigarette.

Colby leans in closer to you, his lips against your neck, his breathing ragged as he mumbles in your ear.

"God, you look so hot.. doing that.."

I turned my face to Colby right after I took a drag blow the smoke into his mouth

Colby's eyes widen with pleasant surprise as you turn to him and blow the smoke from your cigarette into his mouth. He lets out a low moan, his tongue flicking out to taste the smoke on his lips.

His eyes are locked on your face, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of you smoking. The way you blew the smoke into his mouth has only fueled the fire that is raging inside him.

“Holy hell, you both are so big stretching me so well”

They both let out low groans at your words, their bodies responding to the way you're talking to them.

Sam's hands tighten their grip on your hips, his eyes locked on your face.

"Jesus.. you feel so good.." he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and raspy tone.

Colby's breath is coming out in short pants, his hips rocking against you as he tries to keep up the pace. He looks at you with an expression of pure ecstasy.

"You're so tight”

"Taking us so well.." he mutters, his voice broken and hoarse, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "God, you're perfect."

Both of them are lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure that's coursing through their bodies, their minds focused solely on the sensations.

As they start moving faster, I start screaming with every movement

Both Sam and Colby are pushed closer to the edge with every movement and every scream you make. Their bodies are starting to tense, their breathing becoming more and more ragged.

Sam's hands are gripping your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin. He's unable to stop himself from letting out a guttural moan, his eyes locked on your face.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

Colby's head is leaning on your shoulder. His eyes are shut tight, his body trembling with pleasure. He can't even get words out, his voice is lost in a mix of moans and pants

"You're going to make us..." he manages to get out, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. "...Lose control."

“Please, I wanna feel you both paint my walls”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes go wide when you say that, their bodies responding immediately to your words.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens even more, his breath coming out in short pants.

"Damn... You're going to drive us wild..." he mutters, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

Colby's breathing is ragged, his mind going blank with pleasure as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You.. You have no idea what you're doing to us.." he gets out between gasps

Both of them are so close now, their bodies trembling with the need for release. But they're fighting to hold back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

I climax around both of them tightening

“Please, please, please, please, please” I moan out

I collapse on Sam

Sam catches you as you collapse onto him, his arms wrapping around you to hold you up. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He looks over your shoulder at Colby, who is still behind you, his eyes locked on you and Sam. They share a look, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

"Jesus..." Sam mutters to himself, his voice coming out in a rough and hoarse tone.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped around you, his heart racing. He's never felt anything like this before, the feeling of your body pressed against his, the pleasure that has ripped through his body.

Colby slowly pulls back, his mind and body still trying to recover from the pleasure that had just coursed through them all. He watches as Sam holds you, his eyes flickering between the two of you.

“No, no no no no no no no no Colby stay inside please”

Colby looks at you, and immediately understands what you're asking. He swallows hard, his eyes flickering to Sam, before looking back at you.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“I want you both inside of me still please don’t move”

Colby swallows hard again, his eyes locking on yours. He's unable to resist your plea, he wants to give you everything you're asking for.

He positions himself behind you again, pressing himself against you. He's careful not to move too much, not wanting to cause any discomfort, but he needs to

"Let me know if it's too much," he mutters, his voice low and soft.

He's barely holding onto control, the feel of you around him and Sam is almost overwhelming. But he's doing his best to stay still, to give you

“You both feel amazing”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes flicker to yours when you say that.

"You feel incredible," Sam mutters, his voice rough and hoarse. He's still holding you close, his hands tracing small patterns on your skin.

Colby is still behind you, his breath coming out in uneven gasps. He's trying to keep still, his body trembling with the effort.

"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice shaky and uneven.

“Go ahead, Colby and Sam I know you both wanna move and you can”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes lock on to yours, the sound of your words making their hearts race even faster. They can't help but move, their bodies reacting to the tone of your voice.

Colby's hands grip onto your hips, his head resting on your shoulder. He's struggling to keep himself still, but your words give him the permission he needs.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough and low.

“Without a doubt”

Colby's body trembles with the effort to hold back, he needs to hear you say it one more time.

"I need to hear you say it again," he whispers against your ear.

“Go ahead”

Colby let out a low moan as he hears you give him permission once again. His body can't take it any longer, the need is too great.

He grips your hips tighter, his chest pressed against your back, and he whispers in your ear.

"I'm going to move, and I'm not going to stop."

With that, he starts to move. He pulls back gently, then pushes back in, his movements slow and careful at first. But with every move,

I moan

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your moan, their bodies shuddering in response. Their eyes are fixed on you, taking in every little expression you make.

Colby's movements are slow and calculated, his body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

Sam's hands are still on your hips, his touch gentle yet firm. He's watching you closely, his eyes flickering between you and Colby.

They both want you like crazy, your voice and your reactions driving them insane. But they're also trying to take it slow, to savor the moment as much as possible.

“Fuck I love you guys. Please don’t stop”. I moan out.””

Both Sam and Colby can't help but respond to your words, their hearts racing with your declaration. They've been wanting to hear you say something like that for a long time, and now that you have, it only makes them want you more.

Colby's movements quicken slightly, his body responding to the tone of your voice.

"We love you too," he mutters, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens, his eyes locked on your face.

I started whining and moaning

Both Sam and Colby can't get enough of your sounds, your moans and whines driving them crazy. They both increase the pace of their movements, unable to hold back any longer.

Colby's breath is coming out in ragged pants against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, watching your expressions as the pleasure takes over. He can't get enough of the way you look and he wants to make you feel even more.

Both Sam and Colby can't get enough of your sounds, your moans and whines driving them crazy. They both increase the pace of their movements, unable to hold back any longer.

Colby's breath is coming out in ragged pants against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, watching your expressions as the pleasure takes over. He can't get enough of the way you look and he wants to make you feel even more.

“Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t stop. You’re gonna make me squirt.”

Both Sam and Colby can't help but respond to your words, their bodies shuddering in response. Their eyes lock on to yours, their minds consumed by the way you're talking to them.

Colby's movements quicken even more, his body pressed against your back.

"We're not stopping until you do." he mutters, his voice low and breathless.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens even more, his fingers digging into your skin. His eyes are fixed on your face, taking in every little expression

"You're so beautiful when you're like this." he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and lustful tone.

My entire body shakes as I start to squirt around them

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your body's reaction, their breathing becoming even more ragged as they feel you shake and writhe around them.

Colby's body stiffens, his own release imminent, while Sam's eyes flutter

But he fights to hold back, wanting to make sure you're taken care of before he lets himself go.

They both continue to move, their bodies working in perfect sync to bring you pleasure. Colby's hands are tight on your hips, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's hands are still on your hips, his eyes fixed on your face. He can't look away, he looks completely entranced by you

“Go ahead, go ahead”

Both of them are close, their bodies on the verge of release, but they both need you to say it.

"Are you sure?" Colby mutters, his voice rough and desperate.

Sam doesn't speak, his eyes fixed on your face, but his expression is one of desperate need.

“Come inside me”

That's all both of them need to hear. With your permission, they let go and start painting my walls, white with every rope of

Cum

“Oh my God, please” I scream

Both Sam and Colby can't hold back any longer, your plea bringing them over the edge

Both of them follow shortly after you, releasing inside of you with rough groans and ragged breathing. They hold you tight, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release.

All three of you are panting and gasping for air, your bodies tangled in a heap of limbs

They're all wrapped up in each other, their bodies completely spent. Sam and Colby are surrounding you, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies pressed against yours.

They're both completely breathless, their hearts still racing with the intensity of what had just happened. Both of them hold you close, unwilling to let go just yet

"You're amazing," Colby mutters against your shoulder, his voice rough and husky.

Sam presses his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“I love you guys”

Both of them respond instantly, their hearts skipping a beat at your words. They hold you closer, their arms wrapped around you tightly.

"We love you too," they both whisper, their voices coming out in rough and breathless tones.

Colby nuzzles his face against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

"I love you so much," he whispers against your skin.

Sam's lips press against the side of your head, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I Love you too, Colby”

Colby's heart skips a beat when you say that, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"I've wanted to hear you say that for a long time," he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a soft and sincere tone.

“I’m in love with both of you”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their hearts skipping a beat as they hear you say that. They both hold you a little closer, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies pressing against yours.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently.

Sam whispers against your ear, his voice coming out in a soft and reverent tone.

"We're in love with you too."

“Are you guys okay with sharing me?”

They both nod their heads without hesitation.

"We're okay with sharing you," they both say, their voices coming out in warm and sincere tones.

"Nothing we want more than to be with you," Sam adds, his lips pressing against your shoulder.

“You both got me”

They both respond instantly, their hearts swelling with your words. Both of them hold you tighter, their arms wrapped around you in a protective gesture.

"We've got you," they both murmur, their voices coming out in soft and gentle tones.

"We'll always have you," Sam mutters against your skin.

Colby nuzzles his head against the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist.

They both press their bodies closer to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible, as if they want to prove your words true.

"We're not letting you go," they both whisper, their voices coming out in low and possessive tones.

“That’s okay and you can stay inside of me while we sleep “

Both Sam and Colby's hearts thump loudly in their chests when you say that, their bodies instantly responding to your words.

"Are you sure?" Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam lets out a low moan, his arms wrapping around you even tighter. "I'm not complaining," he mutters, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

“Absolutely”

Both of them can't say no to that, their bodies reacting instantly to your words.

"Okay," they both mutter at the same time, their voices coming out in low and gravelly tones.

Colby pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against your back. He holds you tight, his arms wrapped around you like a protective blanket.

Sam tangles his legs with yours, his body pressed against your front. His hands are on your hips, his grip gentle but firm.

I reached up behind Colby and grab a blanket, throwing it over us

Colby smiles against your shoulder as you reach up behind him and grab a blanket, pulling it over the two of you. He nuzzles his face against your neck, his body relaxing as the warmth envelopes him.

Sam burrows his face into the crook of your shoulder, letting out a content sigh as he feels the soft blanket against his skin.

They're both wrapped up in each other and you, their bodies pressed together, their breathing slow and steady.

The three of you are all tangled up in each other, bundled up underneath the blanket, the room is quiet and peaceful. Colby and Sam hold you tightly, their bodies warm and solid against yours.

They're both content and relaxed, their eyes starting to droop as sleep begins to take over.

I rest my head against Sam and Colby’s chest

You feel Sam and Colby both respond to your movement, their arms wrapping around you tighter as you rest your head against their chests.

They both let out a content sigh, their bodies relaxing even more as they hold you close. They're both silent, not wanting to disturb you as you begin to drift off to sleep.

“Don’t ever let me go” i muttered to them half asleep

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your plea, their hearts aching as they hear your words. They tighten their grips on you, their arms wrapped around you like a protective shield.

“We’re not going to,” they both mutter in unison, their voices coming out in soft and soothing tones.

“We’re never letting you go, we promise,” Sam adds, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body pressed against your back. “You’re stuck with us now,” he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“This is going to be a weird marriage one day”

Colby and Sam both let out a soft chuckle at your comment, their chests rumbling against you. Sam’s fingers run through your hair, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s going to be weird, but it’s going to be amazing,” he says, his voice coming out in a soft and fond tone.

Colby nuzzles his face against your neck, his grip on you tightening slightly. “You’re stuck with us forever, get used to it,” he mutters jokingly.

“Absolutely, I love you”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their hearts swelling with your declaration.

“We love you too,” they both mutter at the same time, their voices coming out in warm and sincere tone

Sam’s lips press against the top of your head, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, his grip on you tight and possessive. “You’re never getting rid of us,” he mutters against your skin possessively.

“I got my submissive and I got my dominant. I got one to fill both my needs”.

Both Colby and Sam chuckle softly at your words, their bodies responding to your statement.

“Looks like you hit the jackpot then,” Sam mutters, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

Colby nips at your neck lightly, his grip on you tightening even more. “Damn right you do,” he mutters, his voice low and rough.

“I bet you’re excited about the possibilities,” Colby teases, his body pressed against your back.

“Oh yeah,” Sam agrees, a small smirk on his face. “There’s a lot of things we can do together now that you’re officially ours.”

“Yeah, Colby might just make you to fuck Sam”

Sam’s body stiffens slightly at your words, a slight shiver running through him as his imagination sparks to life

Colby chuckles in response, his lips pressing against your neck. “Maybe I will,” he mutters, his tone dark and seductive.

“You wouldn’t,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a slightly breathless tone.

“Oh, I would love to be sitting on the sidelines watching that”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their bodies both reacting immediately. Sam’s breath hitches as he imagines what you’d see, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Colby lets out a low growl at your words, his grip on your body becoming even more possessive. “You’d like that, would you?” he mutters lowly, his voice laced with both desire and need.

“So bad hearing sam whimpering for you”

At your words, Sam lets out a small whimper, his body shuddering against yours. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven. His mind is clearly occupied with the image you’ve just painted.

Colby chuckles at Sam’s reaction, his arms wrapped around you like a protective cage. “Looks like you’ve already got him worked up,” he mutters against your skin, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yeah well maybe I should stay on top of him while you slide into him right now taking every drop he’s got to give while you’re fucking him”

Both Colby and Sam’s chests rise and fall with heavy breathing, their bodies shivering at your words. Sam lets out another small whimper, his mind overwhelmed by the image you’ve just painted.

“God, you’re perfect,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby shivers against your back, his grip on you tightening even more. “You like messing with us, huh?” he mutters in a low and dangerous tone.

“I’m being serious if it’s something you both wanna do go ahead I promise. I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

There’s a moment of hesitation from both of them, but it quickly fades as their need and desire take over their bodies.

“You sure, baby?” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone

Sam swallows hard, his heart beating out of his chest. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Of course, my loves”

They both respond instantly to your words, their bodies shivering in ecstasy from the way you speak to them.

“You’re perfect,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and broken tone.

Colby’s grip on you tightens even more, his head pressed against your shoulder. “We love you,” he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

“I love you both too”. I say as Colby slides out of Me as I flipped Me and Sam around giving Colby the access he needs.

Colby shivers in response, his body reacting instantly to the change of position. He moves closer to and Sam, his body pressed against yours.

“You ready?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dangerous tone.

Sam’s breath hitches, his body trembling in anticipation. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with desire. “Yes,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby moves over you, his body hovering over Sam’s, and positions himself. He looks down at Sam, his eyes locking with his

“Are you positive?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body shaking with anticipation. He nods his head, his breath coming out in short gasps. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby holds Sam’s hips with his hands, his body pressing against him. He’s shaking with anticipation, his desire growing every moment.

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop, right?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and sultry tone.

Sam nods his head, his eyes locked on Colby’s. “Yeah, I will,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and eager tone.

“Good,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

“You gonna watch?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dangerous and seductive tone.

“Absolutely give Sam what you want. I’ll make sure to sooth him.”

Colby shudders violently at your words, his body shivering with pleasure. He looks back down at Sam, his eyes locking with his.

“You heard the lady,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body trembling with anticipation and need. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with pleading and desire. “Please,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby moves closer to Sam, his body pressing against him. He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, holding him firm.

“You good?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam nods his head, his body trembling in anticipation. “I’m good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

He looks down at Sam, his eyes locking with his once more. “You sure you can handle this?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body shaking underneath him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with need. “I can handle whatever you give me,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and needy tone.

“Good, because I’m not gonna be gentle,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and raspy tone

He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, his body pressed against him. He looks up at you one more time, his eyes locking with yours.

“You ready to watch?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Absolutely”

Sam’s breathing is uneven as he feels Colby’s body pressed against him. His body writhes underneath you, his muscles tensing with anticipation.

Colby lets out a low and dark chuckle, his body shivering in pleasure. “You both are so good for me,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a deep and possessive tone.

He looks down at Sam, his eyes locked on his. “You ready?” he mutters once more, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam nods his head, his body trembling with anticipation. “I’m ready,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and desperate tone.

Colby smirks at Sam’s words, his body shaking with anticipation. “Good boy,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips once more, holding him firmly in place. He looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours.

“You just relax and watch,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and commanding tone.

“Just watch how I take care of him,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

Sam’s body trembles underneath him, his muscles tensing with anticipation and need. His breathing is ragged and jagged, his eyes wide and filled with need and desire.

Colby starts sliding into Sam

Colby’s body shudders as he moves into Sam, his movements slow and deliberate. He looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours, and lets out another dark and seductive chuckle.

“You like what you see?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dangerous tone.

Sam lets out a small whine, his body trembling underneath Colby. “Oh, God,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breath

“I love it”

Colby smirks at your words, his body shivering in pleasure. “You’re enjoying the show, huh?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

Sam’s body is trembling underneath him, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each movement. His voice comes out in a ragged and uneven tone, as he tries to form a coherent thought. “It’s… It’s so good,” he mutters, his voice ragged and full of need.

“My two sweet boys having fun letting me watch”

Colby smirks at your words, his body shaking in pleasure. “Damn right,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone

Sam lets out another small whine, his body shivering underneath Colby. “It’s just so good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and needy tone.

“You like watching,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone as he continues to move

“Colby stop focusing on me and focus on the sweet boy underneath you”

Colby looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours. “You’re right,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a firm and focused tone.

He looks down at Sam underneath him and focuses his attention on him, his eyes locked on his. “Sorry, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a gentler and more loving tone.

Colby’s body is still moving slowly as he focuses all his attention on Sam, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. “You doing alright?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and gentle tone.

Sam lets out a small whine, his body trembling underneath Colby. “Y-yeah,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and uneven tone. “It’s so good,” he mumbles, his voice coming out in a low and breathless tone.

Colby started moving

Colby’s body starts to move once more, his body moving faster and with more purpose. He looks down at Sam underneath him, his eye’s locking with his.

“You like this, baby?” he mumbles, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

Sam’s body is shaking and trembling underneath him, his muscles tense and coiled. “God, Yes,” he mutters, his voice ragged and breathless. “It’s so good,” he mumbles, the words coming out in a low and needy tone.

“You’re such a good boy,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

He moves lower and closer to Sam’s body, his body pressing against his. “Such a good boy for me,” he mumbles against his skin, his voice coming out in a rough and possessive tone.

“Colby, show him you love him kiss him”

Colby’s eyes lock with Sam’s as you speak, a small smile spreading across his face. He leans down and kisses Sam, his lips pressing against his in a soft and gentle gesture.

Sam lets out a soft sigh as their lips meet, his body relaxing into the kiss. He melts under Colby’s touch, his hand coming up to cup the back of Colby’s head, pulling him closer to him.

The kiss deepens, their mouths opening to each other, their tongues dancing together in an intimate and passionate embrace. Their bodies press together, each one responding to the other, creating a perfect symphony of desire and need.

Colby’s hands caress and explore Sam’s body, his touch firm and possessive, his desire and need evident in every movement. Sam’s body responds automatically, his muscles coiling and contracting in response to Colby’s touch, his breath coming out ragged and uneven.

Colby starts moving faster

Colby’s movements become faster and more urgent, his body moving against Sam’s in a primal and desperate rhythm. He pulls back from the kiss, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps, his eyes full of an unwavering determination. “You okay, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam is shaking and trembling underneath him, his body writhing in pleasure. “Y-yeah,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone, “It’s so good

“You feel so good,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark growl. “So good for me.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto Sam’s, a predatory look in his gaze.

“God, you’re perfect,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and possessive tone.

Sam’s body shivers and trembles under both of your touches, he looks up at both of you with hooded eyes, full of need and desire. “Feels so good” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and uneven tone, “So good…”

“You’re ours,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dominant tone.

He moves lower down to Sam’s neck, his mouth and lips trailing along the sensitive skin. “All ours,” he mumbles against Sam’s skin, his voice coming out in a possessive and firm tone.

Colby’s movements become more urgent and desperate, his body pressing against Sam’s in a primal and urgent need. He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, his fingers digging into him with a possessive and firm grasp. “You’re ours,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone. “Only ours”

“Colby look at his muscles in his lower belly he’s starting to get close”

Colby looks down at Sam, noticing the tension in his muscles and the slight shaking in his body signaling that he’s close. He looks back up at you, his expression still one of apology and concern. “You sure you’re alright?” he asks one more time, his voice coming out in a low and gentle tone.

“I promise, take care of our boy”

Colby nods and looks down at Sam, his expression shifting to one of love and determination.

“You heard her, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a firm and loving tone. “Now let me take care of you”

Colby moves closer to Sam, his body pressing tightly against him, his hands roaming over his skin, mapping it out as if he were some work of art to be appreciated.

“Colby press your body against his lower belly every time you move you’re gonna shift against his dick gonna make him feel better”

Colby nods in understanding, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark and determined glare.

“Don’t worry, I know exactly what to do” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

He shifts his body against Sam’s, pressing his body against his lower belly, just like you instructed. He moves his hips in slow and deliberate circles as he does so, making sure to press against Sam’s sensitive area. “You like that?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low

“Yeah,” Sam gasps out, his body trembling under Colby’s touch. “Feels… Feels so good”

Colby smiles in response, his eyes flicking up to you for a moment before returning to Sam.

“Good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and authoritative tone. “Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you”

He continues his movements, his body pressing against Sam’s, his hips moving in small but deliberate circles, as he moves his lips to caress and tease his neck.

Sam climaxes

Sam lets out a loud gasp, his body shaking and trembling underneath Colby’s touch. His hands grip and pull at any part of Colby and you they can reach. His breath comes out in ragged and uneven gasps, his voice coming out in a low and uneven mumble. “So good… you feel so good…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone

Colby’s body shudders in response, his own breath coming out in ragged and uneven gasps. He looks down at Sam with hooded eyes, a small smirk on his face, his expression full of love and admiration.

“You did so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving tone.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead, his fingers trailing gently over his skin in a soothing and rhythmic motion. “You were so good for us”

Sam’s body relaxes beneath Colby’s touch, his breathing slowly returning to a more even and steady pace. His eyes flutter open and he looks up at Colby, his expression one of exhaustion and contentment. “Wow…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a breathless and ragged tone.

Colby chuckles softly, his expression full of happiness and love. “Yeah, wow” he mutters in agreement, a soft and gentle smile spreading across his face. His hand continues to caress and stroke Sam’s skin affectionately.

He looks over at you, his smile growing wider as he sees the look on your face. “Did you enjoy the show, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous and light- hearted tone.

I grabbed Colby’s hand to feel the wetness between my thighs

“You liked it that much?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and seductive tone.

“I’m dripping down my thighs, baby”

Colby’s breath catches in his throat as he hears your words, his eyes roaming over your body in appreciation. “God, you’re so beautiful” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and desperate tone.

His hand tightens around yours, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive and firm grip. “You know what I wanna do to you right now, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

“Go ahead, you wanna make me come with your hand don’t you?”

Colby’s eyes darken in response, his pupils growing wide and lustful. “Oh, I definitely want to make you come” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dominant tone

“Go ahead”

Colby looks down at your hand held firmly in his own with a determined and hungry expression.

“Keep that there” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and demanding tone.

Colby’s hand slowly moves from your hand down to your thighs, his touch light and soft, yet possessive and dominant

“You’re gonna feel so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and seductive tone.

“Please”

Colby looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark and dominant stare. “Say please one more time, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and commanding tone.

“Please” I say as I lay down on the coffee table moving it closer to the couch so he has better access

Colby’s eyes follow your movements, his expression becoming even more determined and hungry. He looks down at you, your body now laying out in front of him on the coffee table.

“You want this, don’t you?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

“So so bad, please”

Colby’s fingers trail up your legs, his touch soft and featherlight at first, before becoming firmer and more possessive. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and teasing tone.

“Yes, please”

“Beg for it, baby” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and authoritative tone.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please please”

Colby’s eyes darkened even further, his gaze locked onto you with a dominant and determined expression. “Such a good girl, begging so nicely” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and seductive tone.

He finally reaches where I want him to be, and he slowly puts his fingers inside of me

“Please oh”

He looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark and dominant stare. “Feel good, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“So good”

“Good” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and satisfied tone. “Because we’re just getting started”

I grabbed Sam’s hand as Colby starts speeding up his hand

Sam looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise by your action, before he smiles and grabs your hand back.

Colby’s hands continue working, each movement firm and deliberate. “You like that, baby?” he mutters

I can’t speak. I’m just moaning and whimpering and whining as Colby starts curling his fingers.

Colby’s voice comes out in a low and rough tone, “You sound so good” he mutters, his eyes never leaving your face.

Sam just looks on with an expression full of love and appreciation, his hand squeezing yours gently.

“You like that, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam moves closer, his body moving up to your side, his free hand coming to rest gently on your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

“Oh my God, Colby, don’t stop”

Colby’s eyes darkened in response, his expression becoming intense and determined. “I’m not gonna stop” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. “Not until you’re satisfied”

Sam’s hand continues to caress your face gently, his thumb moving in small, slow circles along your skin, his eyes

I moved Sam’s hand on my face to my clit telling him to do circles

Sam catches onto your meaning immediately, his eyes widening as they lock onto yours. He looks at you with a small smile, his expression soft and affectionate, before gently moving his thumb in small, slow circles around your clit. “Like this, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes” I moan

Sam’s expression shifts to one of satisfaction and accomplishment as you affirm that what he’s doing feels good. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

Colby’s hand doesn’t slow or falter in its movements, his eyes locked onto your face, his expression full of love and determination. “You’re so beautiful when you feel this good”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I climax and squirt around their fingers

Colby’s eyes widen and a small smile appears on his face, his expression full of love and admiration. “That’s it, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. “Let go”

Sam moves his hand away and leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “You did so good, babe” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and

“That’s my girl” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and satisfied tone. He gently pulls his hand away and looks at you, his eyes filled with a look of love and affection. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm”

Colby smiles and brushes a piece of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

Sam moves closer, his body now up against your side, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. “You did so good, beautiful” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and loving tone.

Corey and Jake walks into the room

Corey and Jake appear in the doorway, their eyes widening in surprise as they take in the scene.

Corey lets out a small whistle of appreciation, while Jake smirks in amusement.

“Huh I guess Corey and Jake is here” I say still breathless and my eyes are still closed.

Colby and Sam chuckle at your comment, their eyes flicking over to where Corey and Jake are standing in the doorway.

“Looks like the full gang’s here” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous tone.

They both look over at Corey and Jake, their expressions a mix of humor and affection.

Corey lets out another whistle, his eyes roaming over your body. “Damn” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and appreciative tone.

“Colby blanket”

Colby looks over at you, his eyes softening a fraction, before he pulls a nearby blanket from the couch and gently drapes it over you, making sure you’re covered and comfortable.

“Thank you, baby”

Colby looks down at you, his expression becoming soft and affectionate. “Of course, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving tone, before leaning down and gently pressing a kiss to your forehead

“That’s only for you and Sam to look at”

Colby smiles and nods in agreement, his expression becoming soft and affectionate again. “You’re damn right” he mutters, his voice coming out in a possessive and protective tone.

Sam smiles and nods in agreement as well, his eyes never leaving your form, admiring it.

Colby shifts so that he’s pressed up against your one side, his body warm and solid against yours. Sam is still on your other side, his body also pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you possessively

“Don’t worry, boys I’ll buy a new couch”

Both Colby and Sam laugh at your comment, their eyes looking over to where you’re currently laying.

Colby just smiles and shakes his head. “Nah, you don’t gotta do that babe” he mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous tone.

Sam laughs and nods, his eyes never leaving you. “Yeah, this one works just fine”

“I don’t think Jake and Corey wants to sit on it considering there is you guys juices all over it along with mine”

Colby and Sam both laugh at your comment, their eyes flicking over to where Corey and Jake are standing.

Corey looks slightly uncomfortable, while Jake is just amused.

“You might have a point there” Colby says, his voice coming out in a low and humorous tone.

Sam lets out a small chuckle, his arms still wrapped around you securely. “Yeah, I think we might have marked our territory a little too much” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and slightly possessive tone.

“Love you”

Both Colby and Sam smile down at you, their expressions filled with love and affection.

“Love you too, baby” they mutter in unison, their voices coming out in soft and loving tones.

“Yay”

Both Colby and Sam can’t help but smile wider at your reaction, their expressions becoming even more affectionate.

Colby reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and loving.

Sam tightens his arms around you, pulling you tighter to his chest. “You’re adorable” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

“No shit, I’m adorable right now. Colby pushed me into subspace”

Colby leans down and whispers in your ear, his voice rough and possessive. “Damn right you are, baby”

Sam lets out a chuckle at Colby’s words, his arms still wrapped tight around you.

“And damn if you weren’t such a perfect picture right now” he mutters, his eyes roaming over your form, his expression full of love and satisfaction

Sam smiles in agreement, his eyes drifting over your body, his arms tightening around you possessively.

“Go ahead, Colby take the blanket off me and put your hand on my belly and take a picture and use it as your background and send it to Sam”

Colby’s eyes darkened at the suggestion, a small smirk forming on his face. He looks down at you, his expression full of affection and possessiveness.

“You want everyone to be jealous? See what I get to touch anytime I want?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Yes”

Colby’s smirk widens into a grin, his eyes roaming over your form with admiration. “Good girl” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

He slowly moves the blanket off your body, exposing your form to the room. His hand slowly moves to your stomach, resting there possessively.

“The fans are gonna love me considering I made Solby happen”

Colby looks down at you, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile at your comment.

“The fans gonna lose their minds when they see how perfect you look just for us” he mutters, his voice coming out in a possessive and happy tone.

Sam smiles and nods in agreement, his arms still wrapped around you firmly. “Yeah, they definitely won’t be able to handle how stunning you look right now”

“I think we should post a picture in a mirror with you covering my boobs one hand on each”

Colby’s eyes widen at your suggestion, his expression becoming more determined and possessive.

“You want everyone to see how much you’re mine?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“And Sam”

Colby’s smirk returns, his eyes never leaving your form. “And Sam, of course” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

“Everyone needs to know that you’re ours, baby” he adds, his hand on your stomach moving up to your chest, his touch firm and claiming.

“Absolutely,” I say we take the picture and I posted to my Instagram and in the caption I write solby X Y/N Colby looks down at you, his eyes darkening in love and possessiveness. “Oh they’re gonna flip” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Everyone’s gonna see how perfectly you fit between us, baby” he adds, his hand on your chest gently squeezing, his touch firm.

“Absolutely, it’s posted. Colby check the comments. Tell me what they’re saying”.

Colby reaches over and grabs his phone, his eyes scanning over the comments. He scrolls through a few, before an amused chuckle escapes him.

“Jesus…” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “They’re going crazy. Some are crying, some are jealous, some are just spamming ‘omg Solby’ and ‘Solby is real’”

His eyes continue scanning through the comments, a wide smirk spreading across his face.

“And there are some people saying ‘damnit I want Solby’ and ‘man that should be me not her’” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and amused tone.

He continues scrolling through the comments, his grin growing wider and wider. “And there are some people saying ‘I’m going to die’ and ‘how you both get so lucky’ and…”

He lets out a laugh as he reads the next comment. “’That’s like the hottest picture ever. You need to stop doing this to us’”

“There’s just a lot of people begging us to make a Solby video now” he mutters, a small laugh escaping him.

Sam can’t help but laugh as well, his smile wide and amused. “Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a fan base there, babe”

“Absolutely, maybe we should start an only fans”

Colby laughs as your suggestion, his eyes still watching the comments pour in. “They’d lose their minds if we did that” he mutters.

Sam just looks at you, his expression becoming more interested, as he considers the idea. “You know… that doesn’t seem like a bad idea”

“Wait, really? You guys are willing to have sex with me online”.

Colby laughs at your question, his eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, baby, you know we’d be more than okay with that” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks at you with a smile, his expression becoming more determined. “As long as you’re comfortable, baby, we’re game”

“Good because I honestly think that camera overlay is on and we filmed this entire thing”

Colby’s eyes widen at your comment, his expression becoming slightly surprised. “Wait, what?” he mutters, his eyes flicking over to the camera set up in the corner of the room.

Sam looks over as well, his eyes widening in surprise as he realizes that the camera is indeed recording.

“Damn…” Colby mutters, his eyes wide. “We’ve been recording this entire time…”

Sam looks back at you, his expression becoming mischievous and slightly concerned. “You don’t mind us having this footage, right babe?”

“Absolutely not” I say as I go on my only fans which I actually already have I haven’t posted anything yet and say let’s post it on here

Colby and Sam look at you, their eyes widening in surprise as you mention you have an onlyfans account already.

Colby’s expression becomes more determined and excited, his eyes fixed on the screen. “You already have one?” he mutters, his voice coming out in an intrigued and pleased tone.

Sam’s expression becomes mischievous and amused as well, his eyes looking between you and the camera. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes, but I haven’t posted anything yet”

Colby’s eyes light up in excitement, his expression becoming more excited and eager. “Well, now’s the perfect time to start” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks at you, his expression full of curiosity and excitement. “You wanna upload the recording from this whole night onto it?”

“Absolutely” I say as I walk over and grab the camera and download the video to my phone as I uploaded it

Colby and Sam can’t help but watch you as you download the video. Their eyes follow your movements, their expressions becoming a mix of eager and excited.

Colby leans forward, his eyes focused on the camera as you upload the video. “Jesus, we got some good stuff” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks over at you, his eyes watching you expectantly. “Did you upload it then, baby?”

“Absolutely” I say as I go on Instagram and write in the comments to tell them to check out my only fans it’s in my bio and yes, the video of Me Colby and Sam is on there

Colby and Sam watch as you type out the message on Instagram, their eyes wide and excited.

Colby’s grin becomes wider, his excitement growing with every second. “Damn, you’re not wasting any time, are you?” he mutters, his voice full of admiration.

Sam laughs, his reaction matching Colby’s. “Looks like you’re really embracing your inner exhibitionist, babe”

“Absolutely holy shit we’ve already made like 1 million off that video”

Both Colby and Sam nearly spit out their drinks at your words.

Colby’s mouth drops open in shock, his eyes widening in surprise. “A mil… for one video?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a disbelieving tone.

Sam is equally as shocked, his eyes roaming between you and the screen, his expression full of disbelief. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“No look”

Colby and Sam look back at the screen, their eyes scanning the number. Their expressions become more and more shocked as they realize you’re not kidding.

Colby’s mouth hangs open in disbelief, his eyes wide. “Holy….shit….” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and awed tone.

Sam’s eyes widen even further, his jaw dropping. “A million… dollars…”

“It’s 2 million now oh my God, every single one of your fans you have holy hell you have 13 million fans on YouTube you guys do realise that right we’re gonna make so much money”

Colby and Sam can’t even seem to process the numbers that are in front of them. Their eyes scan the screen, their faces in shock.

Colby’s mouth hangs open, his face frozen in disbelief. “13….million?” he mutters, his voice coming out in an almost dazed tone.

Sam’s eyes are still wide with shock, but a grin is now starting to form on his face. “Jesus… we never could have imagined…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and amazed tone.

Colby’s eyes then suddenly widen as he realizes something. “Wait…if we made 2 million off of that one video….imagine how much we’d make if we put up more stuff like that?” he mutters, his tone coming out more and more excited with each word.

“Absolutely”

Colby’s grin becomes wider, his excitement growing with every second. “Jesus, this is insane…” he mutters, his eyes roaming over the numbers on the screen.

Sam’s expression becomes more determined and excited as well, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Looks like we’ve got a gold mine here” he mutters, his voice full of surprise and admiration.

“Yeah, maybe the next video should be of only you two “

Colby’s expression becomes more interested at your suggestion, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Just us, huh?” he mutters, his tone coming out in a low and intrigued tone.

Sam looks at you, his expression growing interested as well. “You want us to do a video of just us? Sounds like a plan to me, babe”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be sitting on the coffee table or on the back of the bed against the head board as the two of you have fun”

Colby and Sam’s eyes widen even more at your description, their expressions becoming more and more excited.

Colby’s eyes roam over you, his expression becoming more eager and hungry. “Damn…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and determined tone.

Sam’s eyes also roam over you, his expression filled with desire. “You’re a goddamn tease, you know that?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and heated tone.

“Yes I am”

#cam!boys smut #henry hart x reader #sam golbach x reader smut #dean winchester fic #sub klaus mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson imagine #sub kol mikaelson smut #sub mike schmidt #sub matt sturniolo smut #percy jackson fluff #sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach fluff #sam golbach smut #sam winchester #sam golbach #sam goldbach smut #colbybrock

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loomiseater · 10 months ago

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I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

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kelthebarb · 2 years ago

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ABOUT ME!

hello hello !!

i’m kelian, keli, or kel (feel free to call me either), i’m 19, and i write fanfiction :)

here are some of the fandoms & characters i write for

— TWD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

carl grimes, rick grimes, daryl dixon, michonne grimes, enid rhee, maggie rhee, henry sutton, rosita espinosa, glenn rhee, tara chambler, ron anderson

— AOT

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

hangë zoe, eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, armin arlert, connie springer, mikasa ackerman, sasha braus, annie leonhardt

— VLD

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

pidge gunderson, lance mcclain, keith kogane, matt holt, princess allura

— MHA

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

mezo shoji, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, touya todoroki/dabi, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero

— GMW

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

lucas friar, farkle minkus, riley matthews, maya hart, shawn hunter

— KNY

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma, giyuu tomioka, rengoku kyojuro, tengen uzui, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, himejima gyomei, muichiro tokito, gyutaro shabana

— ATWOW

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

[nga yawne lu oer - lo’ak sully]

[mean - neteyam & lo’ak sully]

lo’ak sully, neteyam sully, kiri sully, jake sully, neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite, aonung, tsireya, rotxo

— COD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

[if i could tell her - john “soap” mactavish]

[my future - simon “ghost” riley]

simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, kyle “gaz” garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, keegan russ, alex keller, könig

— GHOST

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets (only platonic for the girls because i’m gay)

[mountaindew angst blurb]

swiss, dew, mountain, phantom, aether, rain, cumulus, cirrus, aurora

- WHAT I WILL WRITE

dom/sub dynamics

ships

pet names

pretty tame kinks (also piss if ya filthy) (i am)

character x reader

- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

odd kinks, shit, age regression, etc

incest

fem!reader

yandere characters/readers

requests that make me uncomfortable

n that’s pretty much it ! my requests are open, so feel free to send in some !

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clementinesjourney · 3 years ago

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Big, bad, handsome man

A.N. Hi guys! I had this idea over the weekend that i'll occasionally do oneshots based on music (or the lyrics of it) with different characters. If you have any request, don't hesitate to hit me up! <3

Pairing: biker!henry cavill x reader

Words: 5,5k

Warnings: smut, sex, oral (f recieving) kidnapping, killing, cuts, injuries ( sorry for being so dramatic lol)

Music it was based on: Imelda May - Big bad handsome man

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You were a singer at a jazz bar. It didn't pay much, but you managed. Your rented apartment was a few blocks from the bar, so you mostly just walked. You sang 3-4 nights a week, along with your pianist Tony. It was mostly old songs, slow, sexy, they were about love, heartbreak... You did mostly slow songs, in pretty, long, skintight dresses, sometimes laying over the top of the piano... Just like you would see in every movie... The main character walks into a dimly lit bar, where the woman of his dreams are singing slowly, seducing everybody in the bar without even knowing in her shiny dress and high heels, cigarette smoke slowly swirling around. All that jazz. It was a small club, mainly filled with rich people, occasionally bikers that missed this whole era, or just simply born in the wrong one. You certainly felt like that. You only liked older music, you liked your hair and makeup more pin-up-ish, you wore dresses all the time, and you loved this singer lifestyle. Your boss hired a new manager who would be in charge of new songs, or musicals in production. You didn't hate it fully, you could always convince him to pick songs from Chicago or pieces like that. So now you were in your dressing room with a robe above your bodysuit, and stockings, since you needed to dance as well. Really it started to feel like Moulin Rouge, minus the nip patches and occasional nudity. Which you were thankful for. You weren't a virgin, but you hated showing more than what you were comfortable with. Hell, you would never wear a bodysuit with stockings if it wasnt for the fact that your boss Stephen threatened to fire you if you wouldn't.

The regulars cheered when you appeared on the dimly lit stage. You started to sing and dance along with the dancers. The night's song was Cellblock tango from Chicago. All the chattering in the bar stopped, and all eyes were on you. You couldn't see but a biker in the back, dressed in black jeans, black button downs, and black leather jacket were listening, as he did for the past month. You occasionally caught eachother's gazes while you pretended to pay attention to the old men who were hitting on you. Looking at this handsome hunk of a man with a smile, the flirting of others seemed even more annoying.

Sometimes he just smiled back, sometimes you saw his jaw clenching as an old man (they could've been your grandpa c'mon) placed a hand on the small of your back, trying to buy you a drink.

You never drank. You weren't a light drinker, but you weren't willing to give them a chance to drug you or anything. They mostly kept their distance but it wasn't a nice neighbourhood... You certainly didn't need to add kidnapping to your list of bad things that happened to you over the years.

The next night there was a new, fat old man, he had security with him, and requested that you sang Funny Honey, by Roxie Hart, and wear the nearly see through, silvery sequin dress he sent to your dressing room. He wanted a private show, but he also wanted everyone to know that it's a dress he bought and it's a song he requested. Kind of marking his territory. He seemed dangerous, so you had to agree. After you finished with the song, you thanked the audience, and left to change into a more comfortable dress.. However Steve stood in front of you, blocking your way to the back.

-He wants to talk to you (y/n).

-I'll just change and be right there Steve..

-No, he wants you to wear the dress all night.

-Might as well put a collar on my neck wouldn't he?

-I'm sorry hun, but he's a mobster, we can't really say no to him.

You sighed and turned around, suddenly nervous about the man.

When he saw you approach, he extended a hand towards you, which you tried to shook.

-Thank you for the generous gift sir, i hope you enjoyed the song. I'm (y/n).

-It is my pleasure darling. - as he took your hand, and instead of shaking it, he put a sloppy kiss on the top of it, eye never leaving yours. After it he still didn't let go of your hand, suddenly yanking you into his lap. You shrieked by the sudden act, Steve and Tony standing more straight on their posts, ready to help you of if anything goes wrong. The biker's jaw clenching hard, hand lightly grazing the pistol under his arm. He didn't like the mobster's gaze and hands on you at all.

-Sir, it is not a striptease club, nor a whorehouse, let me go. - you said as you tried to stand up from the hold of the mobster.

-Oh darling.. i paid a good deal for that dress, and for your boss to have you sing the song i wanted. You're basically mine for the night.. - he said with a smirk that was even more alarming and disgusting than before.

-Is this how you treat women around you Mr. Smith? - the biker asked. You had to squeeze your thighs together upon hearing his low voice. You looked at him with tears in your eyes that threatened to escape. He knew he had to save you from the man, he saw how shaken you were.

-It is none of your business Cavill, go back to your dogs, and leave my territory. As for the pretty lady in my lap, i think i have paid the price for a night.

-It is not your territory, and this is certainly not a whorehouse..

-Is she your girl or what? I don't see a collar on her, nor any marks.. I'm sure her boss would agree... well, he wouldn't have a choice if he wanted to keep this bar anyways..

Now you were silently sobbing in the man's lap. Shoudlers still tense from his hand on your back, terrified of what he want's do to yo.

-I am pretty sure she would sing just as well under me... maybe i'll let my men have a go too...

-okay, THAT'S it. Let her go and i won't bust your head you filthy bastard. - said Henry as he took your hand, and lead you behind him, pointing the gun to the mobster's head.

You stood behind him, quietly sobbing, and holding his leather jacket as if it was a safety net, when Steve came over.

-There is no need for this gentemen. Whatever business you have with eachother i must ask you to take it outside. This is a respectable bar. - he said as he looked between the two men.

Henry took off his jacket, put it over your shoulder so you could hide yourself, before snaking a hand around your waist, holding you close as he led you out of the bar. You were still shaking as you two arrived to his bike. He sat on it, holding a helmet to you.

-C'mon i'll take you home. - He said, as you continued to stood there, legs rooted to the ground. - not mine, yours... don't worry i have no ill intentions.. just wanna make sure you make it home safe..

You silently nod, took the helmet, and sat behind him on the bike. He smiled at how thight you held onto him as you two were riding towards your apartment. Soon enough you arrived, and you couldn't help but ask as you handed back the helmet:

-How did you know i live here?

-I... i.. not to seem creepy, but this is Red Jaw territory, and that man back in the bar is a mobster, who's famiglia is trying to take a hold of either our territory or any resource we have. A few women disappeared since... So i... um had some of my men keep an eye on you, keep you safe... That is how.

-But why Mr. Cavill? i am nobody.. i don't understand..

-Henry's fine. also, i've been admiring your voice since i stepped into that bar. That is enough reason for me to keep you safe.

You couldn't help yourself. His eyes were soft, he rescued you, he had his man keep you safe. You should've been angry because of strangers following you, but somehow you just felt safer.. There was something about him. He was gentle, respectful, and so damn handsome. You smiled a bit at his worried expression, and stepped closer, you saw him flinch a bit, as if he was afraid you'd slap him for having his men following you, but instead you lean down, planted a kiss on his right cheek

-Thank you then... Henry. - you smiled at him before turn to unlock your door. When you stepped inside, you closed and locked your door, and put your back to it, heart beating fast. You had two days off since Steve though it would be best if you rest a bit. Tony called you to tell you that after you left the bar, 5 bikers came in, dragged the mobster and his men out, and beat the shit out of them, making them promise not to ever step into their territory again, let alone as much as look at you. It warmed your heart. Then you looked at the leather jacket on your couch. You wondered when will you be able to return it.

You decided to go to the cafe nearby that your best friend owned. You barely had time to do it, so it seemed a good way to relax and forgot about the maffia for a bit. You told him about the recent events, and also you couldn't help but rave about Henry a bit. You were laughing on some joke your friend said, when she looked behind you, and with a smirk she stood up saying she has to go check on the kitchen, leaving you there. That is when Henry took her seat, smiling at you sweetly.

-Oh, hey Henry. How are you? I uh.. i forgot to give back your jacket, if you'll just give me an adress i'd send it back.. - you rambled as he took your hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it. It wasn't sloppy, and the way he kept eye contact with you the whole time had you feel butterflies in your stomach, and blush.

-Hey (Y/n), and oh it is okay, you can give back whenever. I liked it better on you anyways. - he said with a wink and he let go of your hand. You blushed ever harder if that was even possible.

-I was wondering if you... maybe would like to ... um.. can i show you something? - he asked. It was adorable that he was this huge, muscly, man to be feared, yet when he talked to you he was soft, he rambled, as if nervous of you declining.

-Sure, i'll just need to drop the groceries back home then i'm free for the day. - you said with a smile. You left a few dollars on the table, and stood up, as he took the bag of groceries from your hand.

-oh you don't have to..

-I insist. Pretty women like you shouldn't carry around this much stuff alone. - you smiled at him as he said this, lacing your hand with his arm as you walked towards your apartment. You felt him tense when you did it, but then he relaxed into it with a smile. You saw a few bikers along the way, one was parked just outside your house.

-Don't worry they are all friends. The boss of the mobster from the other night threatened us, so i... um.. i increased the security around your house.

-Am i in danger? why?

-Well... maybe.. and look i'm not gonna deny it, nor do i wanna scare you, but i like you.. that is enough for my enemies. If you don1t wanna do anything with me it is alright.. I'll won't bother you then. - he siad as he took your hands in his, setting the groceries in front of your door.

-No it is okay, i'm just not familiar with your world... Can we just.. um.. take it slow?

-Of course we can angel. - he smiled at you. - i'll wait for you outside.

You went inside, smiling. You put away your groceries, changed into a dark blue dress (insp: dress) then went out only to see Henry look at you in awe. He handed you a helmet, you handed him his jacket, then once again you two drove off somewhere while you clutched him tightly. His scent reaching your nose, and you welcomed it with a smile, hugging him from behind a little thighter. He smiled and caressed your hand over his ribs. You drove for a good half hour to arrive at a small mountain. He took your hand and led you towards the top of it, where a blanket and a picnic basket awaited you two, looking over a lake, under the setting sun. It was like a dream. You slowed down to take the view in.

-This is so beautiful.

-Thank you. This is my secret hiding place.

-Is this one of your -how to impress a girl- moves? - you said with a raised eyebrow.

-Not really, no.. But if it was... is it working? - he looked at you with a smirk.

-Maybe. - you said as you sat down next to him on the blanket, while he fished a bottle of wine and two glasses from the basket. He handed you one, and filled a bit of white wine into it, then into his as well.

For a while you were sitting there in silence watching the sunset, sipping your wine.

-This is nice. Thank you for bringing me.

-It is my pleasure. I know it is nothing fancy, but i figured you might be more into this kind of date.

-You couldn't have been more right... -you said as you laid down, looking at the orange and dark blue and purply clouds above you. He looked at you, before laying beside you, with a hand under his head.

-What brought you to this part of the city? - he asked after some time.

-Well... my parents abandoned me, left me at my grandparents. I was 17 when they died. They got caught in a shooting between local gangs. Wrong time, wrong place. Then i came to this small city, on the other side of the country to try and somehow make a living. I wasn't confident enough for stripping, nor smart enough for some firm to work at, altho i am quite good with finances, i always help Steve with the books, i was a bartender at first, but when after a busy night he caught me singing while mopping the floor, he asked me if i would sing.. The rest is history.

-Was last time the first he nearly sold you?

-It was.. i.. he is in a thight point. We don't have bouncers, we could never really pay for them.. but it was also a first time somebody requested a private show. He sent that skimpy dress, i felt so naked, so exposed...

-I think you looked amazing... but if it were me i wouldn't let anybody else see you in it..

-i.. um...

-Sorry, i didn't mean to overstep.. But you really were beautiful.

-Thank you..

He looked at you, and you noticed it from the corner of your eye. You turned to your side and stared into his eyes. He was inching closer, your noses nearly touching when his phone rang. With a sigh, he sat up, picking it up.

-I am really sorry to cut our first date so short doll... business came up. Come let me take you home. - he said apologetically, as he took your hand to help you stand up. Walking back to the motorbike in silence.

It was already dark by the time you arrived at your front door. This time he walked you straight to your door.

-Thank you for coming with me doll. When will i see you again?

-I'll be singing again the day after tomorrow. Thank you for taking me with you, i really enjoyed it.

-Then i'll see you then. - he said with a smile, staring into your eyes, occasionally on your lips, as he slowly wet his lips, as if he was hungry.

You felt yourself blushing, but excited. Since you knew he would only dare to kiss you if you'd allow, you took the initiative, and gave a small kis to his lips, before smiling entering your apartment. Your heart fluttered, you couldn't be any more red, nor excited to be able to sing to him again.

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Your workday came fast enough. You wore a burgundy dress, strapless, had a slit up your thigh, your hair in waves like back in the 40's, your only makeup was black winged eyeliner and a dark red lip, as oyu entered the stage. There was a single guitarist up with you this time, everything dark, the only light was on you, making you even more gorgeous if it was possible. You saw Henry and his men sitting in the back, Henry's eyes only on you. As you smirked and started to sing.. you kept this song for the occasion if you ever found a man worthy of it..

"The man is tall bad, mean and good looking, And he’s got me in his eye When he looks at me, I go weak at the knees Got me going like no other guy.."

He lifted an eyebrow, and shoot you a playful smirk, as one of his men playfully hit his arm.

"With his rugged good looks, yeah, he’s got me hooked Got me where he wants me to be With his arms so wide, he pulls me in by his side He’s the kind of guy that does it for me"

You walk around with the mic in your hands, swaying your hips seductively, give a little attention to every man in your way, just to.... well.. to not make it too obvious.. Just when you reach the biker's table, you got to the chorus part, as you circle them, and sit in Henry's lap, as you sang, his eyes never leaving yours, as his hands snaked around your waist.

"My big bad handsome man, yeah He’s got me in the palm of his hand He’s the devil divine, I’m so glad that he’s mine Cause he’s my big bad I’m so glad that he’s my handsome man, hmmm"

With that you got up, leaving him behind, going back to the stage for a final round of chorus before thanking the audience, and recieving the loudest clapping and cheering you ever got, Henry smiling wickedly. You knew why he was smiling like that, and why were his ears red as a tomato... You felt it under your butt as you sat in his lap. That's what made you confident enough to pull it off. You were back in your dressing room, only in stockings, a pair of lace panties and lace underwear under your black silky robe when you heard a knock.

-It's open. - you said as you took off your earrings and necklace.

Henry entered, immediately picking you up, swirling around with you pushed close to his chest before putting you down, still really really close... Arms around your waist, pulled flush to him, while you giggled and put two hands on his chest.

-hooked huh? - he asked before putting a hand on the back of your neck, kissing you softly.

- Who wouldn't be? -was all you managed to whisper before he captured your lips again, more passionately this time.

Your hands snaking around his neck, as his hands roamed around you, careful not to touch any really private parts. When you pulled apart he pushed his forehead on yours, eyes still closed.

-I should go.. It is really hard to think straight with you wearing barely anything.. - he kissed you again, it was quick and soft, before he headed for the door. - i'll meet you at our table yea?

-Yea.. - you said smiling at him, while playing the hem of your robe.

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When you dressed up, and got your payment from Steve for the night, you headed to the guys table earning whistles from the bikers as you sat beside Henry, and he pulled you into his side, kissing just under your ear.

The rest of the night went quickly. Drinking a few glass of wine, hearing stories of Henry and the rest of the guys, laughing around. When the bar closed, Henry of course offered to take you home. This time the memory of the sweet kisses he gave you, and his invading scent, his jacket around you, the muscles under his shirt, had you squeezing your thighs together as much as you could, completely forgetting that he could feel it as he basically sat between your legs on the bike. He had a hard time controlling himself and not just stop somewhere and have you. The glimpses of the fabric under your robe came into his mind, the way you sat on his lap, your sweet perfume in his nose... It was nearly too much. By the time you arrived in front of your apartment you were confident enough to take the initiative. You got off from behind him, and walked over to sit on his bike, and mainly his lap from the front, kissing him passionately. You felt his growing erection through his pants as you grinded on him to get some friction.

- Keys - he whispered, and you handed him the keys before you slowly kissed under his ear, earning a growl. His arms thightened around you as he stood up, carrying you towards your apartment with your legs around his waist. He closed the front door and pushed you to it, still effectively carrying you easily as if you'd weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. You tried to bite back the moans, but you couldn't as your clit rubbed non-stop on his bulge trough the thin fabric of your panties, and his jeans. He was sure he would like to hear more of them, as if they were even more pretty then when you sang. You started to take off his shirt button by button, slowly revealing the godlike body he had. How was he even real, and how did you get so lucky. His chest was well built, a bit hairy, just perfect.

You didn't think you could ever get enough of him. Even though you both wanted it badly, he controlled himself, and all you two did was kissing and grinding through your underwears.. You smiled at it. It was so so nice that he didn't just fucked you then left. In fact, you thought he would leave anyway, and you'd never speak again. The next morning when you woke up, you saw him still in your bed, next to you, with an arm around your waist.

-Mmmmm, good morning princess. - he said groggily while holding you closer, that made you giggle.

-Good morning handsome. I'm glad you didn't leave.

-Jesus i would be stupid to ever leave.. C'mere.. - he said as he pulled you on top of him. You were only wearing your panties and his shirt, which only went to midthigh. His hands slowly caressing them up and down, going slightly under the shirt, to rub your butt, making you grind on him. - I like my shirt better on you as well...

-As well? - you chuckled

-Well... my jacket too, not to mention how you look without any of it... - he said and you felt his dick twitch in his briefs, making you squeeze your thighs a bit.

-If you keep squeezin' like that i won't be able to hold back...

You slowly leaned down to kiss his lips, biting his lower lip as he growled and squeezed your butt with both hands. - It's a dangerous game you play princess...

-Is it? - you whispered as you started to grind on him, while kissing down his neck.

-Jesus woman... - was all he said before turning you over and towering over you, between your parted legs. His shirt opened, showing your perfect breasts, and lace panties as you smiled at him wickedly.

He kissed you hungrly, all tongue and teeth, before kissing over your neck, down the valley of your breasts, through your stomach, until you could feel his hot breath through your panties. He nudged his nose to your clit, making you moan.

-Already soo wet for me huh? What do you want baby... ? Want me to help?

You moaned and nodded only.

-Imma need words... - he said while planting soft kisses on your inner thighs.

-Henry.. please.. you whispered as he licked a stripe on the side of your fold, where the panties didn't cover the skin making you moan and arch your back.

-Please, i need you... touch me please... - you begged, earning a smirk from him, before he removed your panties painfully slow. He kissed along your legs, only to end again with his breath fanning your aching cunt. He licked along your slit a few times, before gathering your slick with a finger, that he inserted before he continued circling your clit with his toungue. This alone was nearly too much. He soon insterted another finger, curling them perfectly to hit that spongy spot deep inside that had you see stars. After you came undone under him, he came up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while his thumb was rubbing circles lazily on your nub.

- Such a good girl, god you're so sweet, so beautiful when you come undone... I want to see your face next time...

-Henry.. i need... i need to feel you... please..

-Oh, anything my princess wants.. - he said before lining himself up to your etrance, gathering some slick, slapping your oversensitive clit a few times, before slowly entering your waiting heat. You both moaned at the feeling. When you adjusted to his size, he started to move, slowly increasing his pace, with occasional kisses anywhere he could reach. When your walls started to flutter around him again you closed your eyes, but he put an arm around your neck, and said between thrusts -Look me in the eyes while you cum around my cock baby.. I wanna see your pretty face.. - and it was enough for you to cum around his cock, squeezing it so thight, he could barely move, with a few thrusts he halted, and you could feel the spurts of white inside you, before he pulled out and laid beside you, gathering you in his arms.

-You're so perfect.. - he whispered, kissing you lovingly. You spent a few hours laying, talking to eachother before he got a call.

-Please don't leave the house princess, i need to take care of something, my men will be here guarding you as usual, but.. just for safety, please don't leave today.

-But i need to work Henry...

-You can't today, it is too risky.. i can't let you...

-But i am gonna be fired.. what am i gonna do then?

-You don't need to work baby...

-What do you mean i don't need to work? Do you think just cause i'm with you i'll simply transform into a housewife and not work anymore? How will i pay for my rent? - you shouted as you banged the door close. You knew he was just trying to protect you, but you couldn't lose your job.

You were just about finishing your song, when you saw him barging in angryly, and gulping down a whiskey in one. You didn't look at him after, you just left for your dressing room. When you closed the door, a hand flew around you, another to your mouth to muffle your scream.

-Now pretty girl, we will go, and i'm gonna get my private show i have paid for last time, you will sing like a pretty little bird, then scream my name every day, every hour until i had enough of that pussy.. then i'll toss you to my men.. - he said dragging you out the back door.

By the time Henry got to your room, he found it empty, and heard the backdoor close shut.

-Fuck. - he muttered before taking out his pistol and leaving through the back door. The last thing he saw before the van left screeching was you kicking, struggling as they threw you into the back of the van.

The bikers followed the van, but your kidnappers got away anyway. When the van came to a halt in the backyard of a mansion, a woman with apologetic look came, and put a leash on you. A freaking leash.. You couldn't help but sob silently. The man who kidnapped you took the leash with a wicked grin as he tugged you towards the etrance. God, you wished you'd have been listening to Henry..

-Come pet, i'll show you how a real man does it, not your pathetic little biker..

-He's no... - was all that came out of your mouth before your cheek began to sting as he slapped you hard.

-a good pet only talks when asked. be good and shut up... I'm only interested in your moans and screams... - he said as he pushed you on the bed in the dark room. Two men caught your hands and tied it to the bed, then moved to catch your legs, to stop you from kicking, opening them wide. You heard commotion in the yard. Your kidnapper sent the other two men to check on it, while the two were still holding your legs apart for the old man.

-So pretty, i bet you're thight too... - he said as he inched closer with a knife. Slowly grazing your thigh, giving you little cuts as you scream at him..

-STOP... PLEASE STOP... - as you cry from the pain. Your thighs have numerous cuts, so does your chest and even your face has one, and now he is slowly aiming for your panties, with the intention of cutting them off. You're barely loosing blood, but he smudged it where he could, only adding to the pain. Just as he was about to cut the side of your panties the door burst open and he is shot. You cry in shock, with eyes closed. Trembling cause of the pain and the fear.

-Jesus... call the boss, NOW. - you hear, then suddenly a familiar scent hit you, as your hands and legs are released.. you scream and kick, not opening your eyes.

-Princess... it's me.. you're safe.. please look at me... baby... - you hear as you feel the fabric of a familiar jacket being put around you, as strong arms carry you, keeping you close, occasionally kissing your head. Then it all went black.

The next time you woke up, you were in a bed, way comfier than yours. Your eyes shoot open, looking around the unfamiliar room. You notice that your cut's were treated, and bandaged carefully. Then you hear a shower nearby to stop. You climb higher on the bed, only your eyes out of the blanket as you watch the door open in fear. Then you see Henry in nothing but a towel loosely around his waist.

-Good morning love. Do you feel any pain? Do you need painkillers, or should i call the doctor? - he said with a soft, worried look on his face.

-No. im.. i'm alright.. Thank you for saving me.. i thought... i thought... - words got cought in your throat as you sarted to cry. He got closer and hugged you close, trying to console you. - i'm sorry i didn't listen to you.. i'm so sorry...

-No princess... i should've been more careful.. i'm sorry i didn't protect you..

-Please don't leave me Henry... pplease. - you clung to his neck, hiding your face. - i.. i know i'm not pretty anymore... and i understand if you don't want me as your woman anymore.. just please don't leave me alone now..

He hooked a finger under your chin to make you look into his eyes.

-Doll... you are the prettiest woman i ever set my eyes upon. I would never leave you. You might be upset with me.. but the guys are bringing your stuff here now. I want to keep you close. i want you to be mine..

-You really want me?

-Yes princess... i really want you. Will you be mine forever?

#henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut

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louscartridge · 11 months ago

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HIII omg youre like the only active person writing for Henry Danger and i would like to request dating headcanons with Henry!! (x female reader please!)

A/N- omg no fr it makes me so upset that there's so little fanfics (especially good ones💀) for the danger verse😭

CW- ngl these are kinda halfassed and writen on like 3 hours of sleep, not proof read (only spell checked), physical touch, the L bomb, angst, death, and suggestive if you do the squintiest squint, thats it??

❥ his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. fight me.

❥ hes gives kinda golden retriever bf vibes, but not like overly or whatever yk??

❥i feel like for your first date, he might want to try hard and do something nice or whatever, especially if you guys weren't friends before hand, but he prefers to just stay home with you and hang out.

❥ i feel like he said 'i love you' first tbh.

you were in (yet another) life or death situation, and he was like kinda panicking. he was getting annoyed with how slow shwoz was working to try and save you or whatever, and he started ranting and somewhere in the rant he ended up saying he loves to, however you heard him say it.

once you were very much so alive and ok, you said it back to him.

❥you'll never miss the chance to sleepover at henrys house. ever. even if you guys have had an argument that same day, or the day before. then however, instead of sleeping in the same bed as him, you'll sleep on the couch that up in the corner of his room.

❥ at first piper definitely tells you that you can do better 💀

❥ you know about his past minor loyalty issues, but he quickly gains absolutely all of your trust once he finds out that you were overthinking it.

❥jasper lowkey be your hype man ngl

❥i wouldn't necessarily say that gift giving is one of his love languages, but if its yours or you want something, hell have absolutely no issue in getting you whatever it is.

❥ when you guys first started dating, you would sneak through his window at night all the time, or after school. one time tho, henrys dad ended up catching you. surprisingly tho, he wasent really upset. he was just like "omg this is awesome this is like the most 'rebellious' teenage activity we've ever gotten out of him" and after stifly waving at you he just walked away.

❥ henry stutters alot when you make him nervous. (which by the way is quite easy to do)

❥ he pays attention to the little stuff just as much as you do tbh.

❥ i feel like he'd make forts with you 😭 he likes making them at night tho, cause then they have less of a chance of getting ruined by his sister. plus, then you guys can go to sleep in them.

❥ catches your hand from a high five so you end up holding hands.

❥ whenever he get jealous, for the most part hes chill. he knows you'll be good on your own, but hell keep a close eye out just incase.

❥ hes pretty protective tho. once again, he knows you can handle yourself, but sometimes people are so rude to you and it makes him mad. however, he tries to keep his composure for everyone sake, and embarrassment.

❥ i feel like hed want to play with your hair?? like you guys would be laying so your back was facing him, and you just feel him start to play with your hair. you could tell he started to attempt to braid it. "henry stop you're gonna make it all tangled" "you want me to make it all tangled?"

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theblackcatwitch5 · 9 months ago

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Go until she’s shaking

No, don’t stop until your both shaking

#sam golbach x reader smut #sub klaus mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson imagine #sub kol mikaelson smut #sub mike schmidt #sub matt sturniolo smut #percy jackson fluff #rafe cameron fluff #percy jackson smut #henry hart x reader #quotes

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 4 days ago

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you guys. i have seen the henry danger movie. omg…

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD IT IS??? also i will be discussing SPOILERS, so if u haven’t seen it yet DO NOT READ!!

okay first of all. DOOOOOOFUSSS!! it was so good to see ray again, speaking as a ray girlie. he was only in it for like what? 5 seconds? best five seconds of my life and omg he looked SO HOT. woof woof

but also jace? i’ve always preferred Captain Man but goddamn jace looked so fine in this movie especially in the shimmers scene in his open neck shirt. just chef’s kiss sir. i love our angsty boi although it feels like he’s only been in dystopia for a little bit and he’s already left?

interesting but i have no idea when the movie is set on the timeline—like is it after danger force?

i think the shimmers scene was my favourite. the whole movie is just exceptionally good like i enjoyed the thundermans movie but it wasn’t 10/10 perfection with the pacing and storyline. maybe i’m biased but henry danger was great. exactly what i wanted to see after the car crash that was the end of danger force.

the camera work and cgi and script are just so good. the writers clearly got the henry danger nostalgia and ran with it for us older fans whilst still retaining something young or even new fans. the entire hour or so flew by and i was smiling throughout all of it, just loving all the references and seeing all my favourite characters again.

plus, i think missy was a great character. sometimes the kids in danger force get on my nerves but she was just so sweet and funny. also her writing fanfiction just called me out. it’s like the writers were staring right at me - the smut writer lol

am i a little sad that charlotte/riele couldn’t be in it? yes, but they still mentioned her, so i think it’s fine. plus, they hinted at a cliffhanger that might mean more in the dangerverse (maybe another show like what they’re doing with the thundermans?)

overall i think they did the dangerverse fandom justice. they could’ve screwed it up so easily but it was such a fun, lighthearted thing and i really enjoyed it.

obvs i’m still finishing off the main story and there’s still two seasons of df for me to rewrite. HOWEVER!

will i be rewriting this movie with our sweet girl? hell yes i am. miss danger is gonna team up with her bby boi henry hart.

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the-captains-mop · 4 years ago

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| REQUEST RULES |

TW! mental illness, abuse, eating disorders mentioned briefly

☆I don't tend to go in order with requests. I do usually get to almost all request.

☆ I have the right to turn down requests.

☆ Please don't rush me; I write in my free time. I have school and other priorities

☆ Feel free to request as much as you'd like just be sure to send each request separately.

!!! Let me know if I forget to Trigger/Content warnings. If I am writing about serious topics I put warnings before the fic starts and in the tags.

What I will and won't write, fandom and ship list below the cut

I WILL WRITE

Fluff

Angst

Whump

x Reader's

Ships

Serious topics like Mental Illness, Abuse, Eating disorders ect.

I WILL NOT WRITE

Smut

non-con

Au's

Incest

Minor/Adults

FANDOMS

Henry Danger

The Thundermans

Lab Rats

Mighty Med

Lab Rats Elite Force

other's to be added! Feel free to ask if id write for a fandom you don't see here and I'll let you know if i would.

SHIPS

Henry/Jasper

Henry/Charlotte

Henry/Jasper/Charlotte

Kaz/Oliver

Kaz/Chase

Oliver/Skylar (more of OC Oliver that isn't so creepy)

Bree/Skylar

If you'd like to see a ship not mentioned ask and i'll let you know if id write for them!

CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE FOR

Henry Hart

Jasper Dunlop

Charlotte Page

Max Thunderman

Phoebe Thunderman

Oliver

Kaz

Skylar Storm

Allan Diaz

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

Chase davenport

Marcus Davenport

Leo Dooley

Sebastian

If you want an x reader for someone who is not on the list feel free to ask.

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 3 days ago

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Henry Danger The Movie Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader + Platonic!Henry Hart x Reader: Masterlist

| Status | Coming soon!

It all just kind of happened. A boy needed a job…and a hero needed a sidekick. So, that boy became a kid, and that Kid became Danger.

Four years after his sidekick career ended, Henry is the saviour of Dystopia, fighting crime with Jasper at his side. They’ve come a long way since their childhoods in Swellview, never forgetting who and what they left behind, but time moved on.

For Ray and (y/n), that meant retirement. The end of Danger Force. A home in the country. A baby. A chance at settling down with the family they always wanted. And, for one year, that’s what they had.

Life is good when there’s no crime to worry about, no villains to fight, and no meddling kids to clean up after. That is until Missy Martin came along.

It seems their story isn’t quite finished yet…

This story is mature in places with adult themes and language and uses she/her pronouns for a female reader. However, anyone is free to read and enjoy :)

Main Masterlist

Part 1 (coming soon!)

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 11 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doofus, what--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh--Jasper!"

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

"J-Dowg!"

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

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

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

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

Speaking of moving on...

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

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

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

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

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

"There I am!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

Her fiancé, her lover, her doofus. Always.

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

"Let's eat!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Calm down! Just calm the hell down!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!"

"What took you so long?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's a good season!"

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

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

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

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

"On it."

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

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

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

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

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

"But look how fancy it is!"

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

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

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

"Yeooooowwwwwww! Mamma mia, that's a spicy bear trap!" He yowled as his other got caught, meaning he was now snatched and snipped in all four corners; the pain was near unbearable but he had his prizes, including a dashing top hat that he hoped would make his despairing sweet girl fall for him.

"See what I mean? There are traps everywhere," Bigfoot sighed and Schwoz understood his predicament. From how easy it was to fool Ray, there was a different trap every few feet, so there was no wonder that he was on edge--one wrong move could spell disaster.

"Hey!" Ray yelled as he approached the clearing again, finally having been shoved that way after Henry wrestled him away from something else interesting - another spoil of bear trap war. "Did you guys know there's a bunch of traps and a really sweet top hat in the woods?"

"Yeah, did you also know there's a massive doofus who keeps falling for them too?" (y/n) hissed as she moodily walked behind him, watching how her lover limped from the pain and weight of the metal that clung to his body. He did look cute in the top hat, though, like a huge dork that her heart couldn't help but sing for no matter how much he irritated her with his antics.

The doofus wasn't the only creature falling that night. The sweet girls were at it too.

~A while later~

After peeling Ray from the traps, a task that had required all of them working together and a monumental amount of effort, the plan to save Bigfoot was well underway.

The heroes were in their uniform, ready to pounce should this S. Thompson guy show up prematurely but apart from the electric anticipation in the air, things were smooth.

Using one of his many contacts, Ray had brought in a large, steel booby trap, one that wasn't like one of those piddling little claw things that had got him. No, this was the real deal, something he'd used to trick criminals hundreds of times before.

It was a box, spread out flat across the woodland floor and when lifted by several ropes, it trapped whoever was dumb enough to be standing on it like an animal. It was genius, apart from the fact that they had yet to camouflage it.

"Thanks," Jasper nodded at Henry, who had taken the time to laser off the hair on the boy's hands since they had a lick of free time now that most of the work was done.

"Yeah, you got it," the sidekick smiled, glad to help out his buddy. Well, he'd mainly done it to stop his complaints, not to mention the fact that the sight of the ever-growing hairs was starting to freak him out.

"It was really hard to go to the bathroom with all of that hand hair."

"I don't wanna hear about it," Henry said quickly, recoiling at the image of Jasper doing stuff and then, stuff getting on things and...ew. He did not want to hear about that, too much information but it didn't deter Jasper, not at all.

Sensing his friend's discomfort, he merely smiled and warmly patted his arm before walking off, mentioning something about enlightening poor Charlotte with his toilet troubles instead. She and (y/n) had been sent off on a very important mission whilst the guys did all of the heavy liftings with the trap; they were told to collect twigs and moss and leaves--that sort of thing--any material that would cover the metal sheets and blend it into the ground.

"Hey, we got the pine needles you wanted to cover the trap!" Charlotte announced, shuffling back into the clearing with a fluffy mound of brown foliage. Twigs, moss and leaves weren't that easy to carry, but millions of pine needles could easily be scooped up, even if they didn't make them feel itchy and scratchy.

Walking to the centre of the flat box, the girls dumped their loads, watching as it fluttered to the ground and covered about one per cent of the metal, which didn't help them. The needles clumped together, so all it was were two brown lumps on the ground, not the thick camo they were after.

"Oh my god, where'd the trap go?" Henry asked sarcastically, looking at the two who didn't respond well to his dry quip. He'd expected them to either bring more or at least try and spread it out, give them a bit more coverage, but frankly, it was a pathetic effort on their part.

"Seriously, sweet girl? That's all the pine needles you could get?" Ray turned to his fiancée, whose eyes narrowed at the prospect of him pointing the blame but he didn't sound mean or angry, just soft and questioning. Right, the others could be told off but never her--she was the one he was enchanted by.

"Well, doofus, we could've gotten more if maybe someone would've helped us. I don't know, maybe someone with floofy hair and thirty-two-inch biceps?" (y/n) replied frankly, her hands on her hips since she wasn't a miracle worker.

If she was an octopus, she would've been able to carry eight times that amount, or if she was a magician, she could float them over, but she wasn't. She was just a superheroine who'd tripped a million times in her cute boots that were sadly not designed for rocky terrain and had a lover who'd been too busy strutting about like an egotistical peacock to help her and Charlotte.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I got you," he smirked and for a moment, she genuinely thought that she'd gotten through to him with her flirting and stroking of his ego but then, he had to go and ruin it, "Jasper! Schwoz! Go with Charlotte and Miss Danger and get more pine needles."

The boss had spoken and upon receiving his command, the boys and girl sloped off to go and scavenge for more needles, leaving (y/n) to give him a boring look. And people said chivalry was dead.

"Wow, Captain Man. Thanks a lot!" She exclaimed in a faux excited voice, turning lethargically on her heel but not before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He might have pissed her off but she'd never leave without giving him one, otherwise, she'd never be able to concentrate on anything other than the knowledge that her doofus might not know how much she loved him. And she could never have that.

"So, what's the plan?" Bigfoot asked as the woman walked off to tell Jasper not to eat any unknown substances. It was his voice that broke Ray out of his trance, having been totally in a dream as he followed her figure until it had rounded the corner completely. What? What was that? Had he been thinking about her thighs again? Certainly not!

"We're gonna trap that jerk-bag hunter," Ray replied calmly. He still wasn't awed to be in Bigfoot's presence but he could tolerate him now that his system was clear and he had a job to focus on.

"Yeahhhhh, Bigfoot likey!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then, as soon as we spring the trap, Captain Man and I will pop out and he won't even remember that you're Bigfoot.

"Oh, solid plan!" The hairy man grinned as Henry explained what they were gonna do and it did sound pretty cool. The hunter couldn't hunt if he didn't know what he was hunting, which was what made it so clever, if only they were that too. After all, they were so busy chuckling that they didn't notice the predator circling them.

"How does this trap worked?" Biggie asked, distracting them yet again from their surroundings. The stalker in the bushes was good at his job as Bigfoot had described, so he knew how to muffle his footsteps and creep about in the shadows to the extent that not even the great Captain Man with all of his experience knew what was happening.

"Great question, 'Foot!"

"You're gonna stand right over there and when the hunter sees you, he's gonna be like, doo-do-doo-do-doo-do! There's Bigfoot!" Ray played it out, acting like an idiot as he scampered over to stand in the middle of the trap.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then, he's gonna walk over and stand right here--this spot," Henry carried on, moving to stand next to his boss so they were adjacent to the pathetic pile of pine needles. They were so dumb; Thompson was standing right there and they didn't even know it, and neither did they see how huddling together was a really crap idea.

"Right here?"

"Mhmm, right where we're standing right now," Ray nodded to the other man, who was now in the centre of the box too, looking around intently but not that intently...or carefully.

"And then, Schwoz will hit a button and he'll spring the trap."

"This trap right here?" Bigfoot pointed to the metal under their feet, just to make sure he knew what they were planning. After all, it was his safety and everything.

"The same."

"The one we're standing over right now."

"And where is this button that springs the trap we're standing on right now?" Bigfoot asked, not realising that his biggest foe was eavesdropping on every word they were saying. It was like they wanted him to know how to outwit them or like they had a death wish because Thompson was getting some great tips on how to catch the beast he'd been after for so many years.

"Another great question, 'Foot. It is riiiiiiiggggghhhtt...there," Henry slurred, looking around for the button since he hadn't been paying attention when Schwox had been setting it up. He and Ray scanned the trees and surrounding bushes before their eyes landed on one big red button that had been nailed to a tree trunk. And that's when they finally noticed the man in the high-vis vest standing next to it.

"Hey there, fella!" Ray suddenly said in a tight, chirpy voice that didn't soothe or fool Thompson. He knew a nervous person when he cornered one or three, including his prize.

"Would you mind stepping over here to the--" Too late. Nothing Ray could've said would have convinced Thompson to do anything but whack the button; he'd waited years to catch Bigfoot and now, he had him and he'd virtually walked into a trap set by himself. He wouldn't pass up that opportunity. Immediately, the trap was sprung and a series of pulleys above their heads pulled the walls up, magnetically locking the three in a solid steel box.

"Woo!" The hunters had become the hunted.

Inside, Ray pulled a portable light from his belt and stuck it to the wall, giving them light now that the moon was hidden due to the height of the metal. It wasn't great but at least they could sort of see.

"Okay, we need a new plan..." Henry hissed to his boss, who knew that it was just a question of what. They couldn't get out, not on their own and little did Thompson know but they had two teens and a weirdo and a hot superhero out in the woods as a backup. He knew what to do.

"Scream for help?"

"Scream for help." Henry nodded and instantly, the three bawled at the top of their lungs. The noise ricocheted out and into the night air as they begged for mercy, for someone to come get them and for the hunter to not hurt them--Ray even tried thumping on the walls to no avail. All that could be heard was that hillbilly celebrating his easiest victory ever.

"Woo! Gah! Yeeewoo! Finally got Bigfoot! Yeah, gah, you're in there, boy! Woo!" He screamed and banged his fist against the steel, causing Biggie to jump at the racket as his enemy taunted him. "I'm gonna call the news right now! That's right, I'm gonna be famous! I'm definitely gonna get married now..."

"Not before I do, buddy..." Ray muttered, fully aware that the asshole couldn't hear him but still. He wasn't gonna be carted off like some freak and fail his mission there had to be some way out, after all, he had a very important date to make at some point. And even so, he doubted that any girl would want to come in three feet of a man who wanted to poach innocent beings.

"Dude, he's calling the news. What are we gonna do?" Henry questioned worriedly and ignored the murmurings that fell from his boss' mouth. He was more concerned with their current predicament than whether Thompson thought he was God's gift to women or water.

"Oh, come on. Like the news is gonna pick up..." the hero scoffed at his sidekick's worries. Not to be mean or anything but S. Thompson was a bit of a weirdo and he doubted that the news would pay attention to him at all--if anything, this would be a wake-up call for him to get a proper job.

"This is the hunter, S. Thompson and I trapped Bigfoot. Bring your cameras, you can be the first people in the world to show pictures of him!" The hunter's hushed voice came from outside and quickly, Henry gave Ray the stink eye. He just had to jinx it, didn't he?

Yeah, the news was interested, they had very little else to do, so now, Mary, Trent and probably all the other creature fanatics in Swellview were headed their way.

"He called the news! They're on the way!" Bigfoot exclaimed in a panicky voice. He was freaking out at the thought of being exposed to the world and from the sounds of it, he was near tears at the thought of being labelled a mutant, a sideshow freak.

"Relax, 'Foot, I'm gonna laser us outta here," Ray told him soothingly as he plucked his controller from his belt. He'd had a great idea and hell, it had once been tried in a movie so it might work now, even if in that movie, the theory hadn't panned out.

"What? No, no, no, dude, it's diamond-plated steel--" Henry tried to warn him that firing a laser could have disastrous consequences but like always, Ray didn't listen. Schwoz and (y/n) had said something about the metal being extremely durable and resistant, so a silly laser wouldn't do a thing, not even a scratch, as they were about to see.

Ray fired a small shot, not at full strength but not a mild one either, but when it came into contact with the patch of walls above their heads, the plasma bounced. It another plate and another and another, ricocheting all around them until it burned a hole in Bigfoot's fur.

"Ow!" He yelped in pain as the heat seared away all of the hair to leave his skin underneath smooth and pale. Definitely not one of Ray's best ideas.

"Maybe if I set this thing to kill..." he muttered, again not thinking with his head. Stupidly, he didn't make the connection that a stronger laser wouldn't help, all it would do was render one of them dead, so Henry would have to wrestle to stop him before something disastrous happened...or maybe not. He'd just had a brainwave.

"Hang on a second. Dude, dudedudedudedudedudedude--"

"What? What?" Ray looked at him, agitated from all of the pesterings. Seriously, that was as annoying as (y/n) begging him for a slurp of his drinks all of the time but without any of the butterflies.

"Dude, look at his arm," Kid Danger said, pointing to Biggie's right arm, the one that had been nicked by the rogue laser.

"Yeah, it's big, but mine are way bigger," the man replied, not seeing the significance of the other guy's arms when his were superb. Come on, they made Miss Danger swoon whenever he tensed them and so, that's what he did, flexed them to make them puff up into the physique that he was well-known for.

"What? No, that's not what I'm--" the boy shook his head and got his boss to knock it off because his name wasn't (y/n) - thirty-two-inch biceps didn't work on him. "Look at the bald spot! It looks like he's got normal skin." He redirected his attention to the lasered spot, which kinda looked like Jasper's head had been after the unfortunate incident.

"So?" Ray shrugged again, not seeing why the kid was getting so pumped over silly old Bigfoot.

"So, this might sound crazy but...what if we shave Bigfoot with our lasers?" Henry suggested, looking at Ray with a devious smirk. Hell yeah, it was crazy and kooky but they were desperate, so maybe they needed a bit of that.

"Okay...love that," Ray was up for it anyway. After the Jasper incident, he'd discover that seeing someone with their hair gone was pretty funny and besides, Bigfoot was known for being hairy--what would the news crews do if they turned up to a pink blob and two superheroes? Probably nothing.

"Uh...I don't know, guys. My hair is kind of my thing," the hairy man said anxiously. He had some doubts, which was understandable but it might be their only option.

"Exactly! So, if we zap your hair off, when they open this up, it'll just be three totally normal, hairless dudes just chilling in the woods!" Henry explained. Honestly, Biggie didn't know if getting caught as a beast or as one of three guys in the woods was worst--the boy did make it sound a bit weird, especially when he and Ray did their weird little hand-wiggle thing.

"Hairless boys!"

"Exactly!" They grinned and did their little high-pitched tongue noises as their fingers wiggled together before looking at the man expectantly.

"Uh, I don't know..." Bigfoot debated, sounding unsure since it had taken him a long time to get to be the walking carpet he was now. How long would it be until he got his hirsute splendour back? But then...

"Woo! Ya hear that? The news is comin'! Yeah, the world is finally gonna know the name of the hunter, S. Thompson! You're mine now, ya big, smelly hairbag!" The obnoxious poacher's voice came from outside and the southern drawl sent a shiver down Bigfoot's spine. Right, he had to remember the alternative and what would happen to him if he didn't lose his hair. It didn't bear thinking about.

"Be gentle..." Finally, he came to a decision; the hair had to go. At least if they set it to a weaker setting then the beam wouldn't be as strong or painful, and so, with the devices turned down low, Henry and Ray got to work. Biggie's eyes were squeezed shut as green light began to glide across his fur, taking it away bit by bit.

It was just hair. It would grow back. Being bald was temporary, being trapped and experimented on was forever.

~Deeper in the woods~

Whilst all of that had been going on with the boys, (y/n) had been traipsing after Schwoz, Charlotte and Jasper for what seemed like forever.

The boy kept seeing bright plants and flowers that he liked the look of--plants and flowers that (y/n) could swear were poisonous so she had a job keeping him alive as they each collected large armfuls of pine needles until they could carry no more.

They'd been at it for a good ten minutes, surely, they had enough to satisfy Ray and cover the trap, besides, Charlotte and Jasper could swear that she was getting antsier the longer she was away from her doofus. Stupid love, it made them so silly.

"Hey, I got more pine needles for the trap!"

"Me too!" The girls shouted as they came stumbling back from different routes, having decided that foraging in different clearings would be the best idea. Schwoz was already stood at the meeting point and like them, could barely see over his collection it was that plentiful.

"Okay, just put them over there by the bush--" he instructed them, thinking that they were gonna return to the campsite in a moment but he didn't expect them to just dump their loads on him. As if he was some sort of pack mule, Charlotte dumped her needles on top of his and because of that, (y/n) copied her, believing that he'd kindly offered to carry them so their arms wouldn't get all itchy.

"Wait, wait, that is not--" His protests came too late and then, Jasper returned as well with yet more pine needles.

"Comin' in with needles!" He shouted, carrying another million or so and Charlotte knew exactly what to do with them, after all, they weren't heavy or anything.

"Oh, give 'em to Schwoz."

"No, do not do that!" the genius protested, thinking that he could barely see as it was, he didn't want more needles on top of him. But Jasper had a problem, one that hadn't been taken care of earlier when Henry kindly volunteered to trim his hand hair because, for the most part, it had been forgotten about.

"I can't hear with all this ear hair!" Jasper yelled at an unnecessary volume and now that they looked, the girl could see that he had long tufts of hair sprouting from inside his ears. Schwoz had said not to itch them and Henry hadn't lasered them, so he was having a hard time listening to anything--including himself.

"Give--your--pine needles--to Schwoz!" (y/n) shouted directly into his ear, hoping that she was being loud enough to penetrate the long strands. Jasper strained to catch every word and nodded as he got the just of it, much to the small man's displeasure.

"Okay!"

"Wait! Don't--arghh!" he groaned as the final pile was added and whilst one small bundle weighed practically nothing, added together, it was quite hefty, enough to make him feel a slight strain. "I know my muscles are huge but--

"Hey, guys!" A voice suddenly came from the right to cut off Schwoz. He couldn't see who it was but for (y/n), Jasper and Charlotte, it was highly familiar--Piper. (y/n) squeaked at the thought of her seeing Miss Danger in the woods, fraternising with two teens who she wasn't supposed to know and in a split second of panic, she froze and looked for a place to hide as the girl approached.

"Someone caught Bigfoot in a trap--bye!" And like that, she was gone. Piper didn't even register that a gobsmacked heroine had been in the clearing, as well as a walking haystack so it was a surreal experience until the panic set in again for a whole different reason.

"Wait, what did she say?" Schwoz asked, not having heard the shocking news above the rustling of the pine needles. Plus, it was kinda hard to believe it since they were trying to do the reverse.

"Someone taught Bigfoot how to rap!" Jasper replied loudly, getting nearly all of the words wrong thanks to his hairy ears. To be fair, Piper had only been present for all of three seconds and Charlotte had (y/n) barely caught it, so he was at a disadvantage.

"No! Someone--caught--Bigfoot--in a trap!" Charlotte yelled, sounding out each word as the heroine had done earlier so he had time to catch them. Well, that didn't sound good at all, especially since if Bigfoot was trapped, then something must've happened to Ray and Henry too. Oh, god...

"We need to get back there!" (y/n) breathed out and gestured for the kids to run after her as a chill ran down her body. Her sweet doofus, Henry, Biggie, something must've happened, so she took off running with the teens hot on her heels as Schwoz floundered with the now useless needles.

"Wait, what about the pine needles?" He called after them.

"Who cares?!" Charlotte screamed over her shoulder and by that point, she was already gone by the time Schwoz said that he did. Miss Danger would have a heart attack if anything happened to her companions, especially her soulmate, but the genius was more concerned about what they had spent so long collecting.

But he didn't have to think about it for long because as he worried about what to do with them, a large, grumbling man emerged from the bushes, heading straight for him. In his drunken state, the man collided with Schwoz, coating himself with the needles that for some reason stuck to him like glue and when he roared from the pain, Schwoz took off running.

He knew a monster when he saw one, even if that monster looked strangely familiar, so he left it to gurgle and claw at the fuzz clinging to his skin so he could make a break for it and catch up with the others.

In the clearing, things had started to heat up.

True to their word to S. Thompson, the news and all of their helicopters, crews and the genuine desk had turned up for the big report, one that would make the hunter famous once and for all. Trent and Mary were here and as soon as the cameras started rolling, he'd spring it for them to see, for the entire world to see.

Not only that, but a group of enthusiasts and local busybodies had arrived, hoping to catch a glimpse of the real-life Bigfoot in the man's trap, so their phones were ready for the big moment, whenever that would come.

"This is insane..." (y/n) grumbled to Charlotte and Jasper, her arms folded as she watched the news desk be lowered from the helicopter for Trent and Mary to sit at.

There had been a few murmured whispers about why Miss Danger had suddenly stormed onto the scene with her face like thunder and two teenagers and a weirdo following her but she was too worried to pay attention. Apparently, Bigfoot was in their trap, which had worked perfectly only on the wrong people, and she just knew that her doofus was stuck in there too--the doofus.

"That's good, Rick!" Trent shouted to the helicopter pilot once the desk was firmly on the ground for her and Mary to sit at.

"Did I miss Bigfoot?" Piper asked Mitch Bilsky, who had indeed been the terrified camper spooked by Biggie earlier. The girl had been slowed down by her dad, who'd gotten lost somewhere along the way after eating some poisonous fungus, but she'd left him behind when the whir of the helicopter sounded above her head. Bigfoot was more important.

"Nah, that guy's about to reveal him right now," Mitch replied, pointing to Thompson as he loitered around the trap, "I'm gonna get a video of me looking at his feet going, what are those?!"

"If I could have everyone's attention!" The hunter announced and looked to the crowd where Mitch was being so immature, "I'd like to give a little speech." He said tenderly, annoying the buzzing crowd who weren't much for mushy sentimentality.

"Websters defines a hero as a big sandwich...but if you look a little further down--"

"Just open it up, ya gunch!" Mitch yelled, interrupting the dumb speech that was in no way relevant or tearjerking. For once, (y/n) was grateful for his big mouth and shuffled from one foot to another as the seconds lagged. She didn't want to hear some shit about sandwiches when her friends and lover were trapped inside and about to be revealed to the world.

"Fine, I'll open it," Thompson huffed, annoyed that his glorious moment as a hero had been shot down, but the best was yet to come as he grabbed the trap's release.

"Behold! Bigfoot!" he cried and the walls fell into their original flat position. As (y/n) had predicted, Ray and Henry had indeed gotten trapped with Bigfoot, caught by that dumbass hunter but along with the heroes was a being who blew her mind.

The cameras flashed as everyone gawked at the guy who was supposedly Bigfoot, but he wasn't. What had been fur was now smooth, pale skin that had seen little sunlight and the teens, (y/n) and Schwoz gasped as they saw Biggie looking like a proper man. His hair and beard were clipped, as were his torso and legs save for a section around his butt that had been kept furry to save his modesty. Honestly, they were just two heroes and a guy in furry pants, what was epic about that?

"Hey, everybody!"

"Hi, people of Swellview..." Ray and Henry greeted the crowd awkwardly as Bigfoot held his breath and tried not to shiver from the newfound cold. Ray turned to wink at his sweet girl, who sighed with relief when she saw that they were all okay but he wasn't able to quell her questioning look, not without tipping off the crowd that they were in the middle of a scheme.

"Trent, Mary, how's it goin'?"

"How are you?" They then turned to news crews, who looked equally perplexed because they had been expecting Bigfoot, not the crimefighters and some random big guy with weird fashion sense. S. Thompson had gone strangely pale and quiet as he took in his prize--or lack thereof--and he couldn't work out what had happened.

"So...where's Bigfoot?" Trent asked, searching the scene but coming up empty. God, he hated hoaxes.

"He's there! He's right there, look!" S. Thompson snapped, pointing directly at Biggie, who merely appeared shrewd and harmless at such an indictment, turning around as if he was just another curious onlooker--just how Ray and Henry had told him to act. If he looked in a mirror, he wouldn't recognise himself, let alone the fanatics and journalists around them, who always saw Bigfoot in one specific light.

"Who, Eddie? This is just our friend, Eddie," Captain Man lied, brushing away the hunter's accusations with faux innocence and his signature trustworthy persona. Everyone believed their favourite heroes because they loved them so much and their cunning made Charlotte, Jasper, (y/n) and Schwoz smirk at each other.

"Hi, I'm Eddie!" Bigfoot waved to the baffled crowd with a big grin on his face. They were confused but didn't suspect a thing; perfect.

"Yeah, and Eddie here, he--he likes to wear...hair shorts."

"Which are a real thing!" Henry said and was quickly backed up by Ray when everyone's gaze fell to Bigfoot's curious attire. Well, they couldn't leave him naked and from a distance, they just looked like a peculiar garment; it wouldn't be the first time Swellview had been hit by weird fashions, the hip youth was always doing odd stuff.

"Whoa...I never heard of no hair shorts," Thompson protested, glaring at the heroes as they tried to slip his prize out from under his nose. He knew the truth, he could smell Bigfoot after so many years of studying and he wasn't going to let them convince the crowd otherwise.

"Well, I have!" (y/n) abruptly exclaimed, crossing the clearing to come and stand in between Henry and her doofus, bringing with her an opinion that the citizens of Swellview could never refuse.

Miss Danger was often spotted in every magazine going, whether they be gossip or fashion because everyone wanted to know what she thought or wore or liked, so if she put her seal of approval on hair shorts then they would be in every boutique in the city before the next sunrise.

"Yeah, I've heard of hair shorts and I think that they are the coolest. I have so many pairs at home!" She lied through her beaming smile as Ray stood smugly next to her and put his arm around her waist. She smiled at that, feeling her heart flutter now that she knew he was safe and sound, even if the camera flashes meant that they'd be headlining the news again as the city's hottest couple.

"Did you hear? Miss Danger says that hair shorts are the coolest!" Charlotte repeated to the crowd in a robotic voice like she was an avid fan eager to follow the heroine's way of life to a tee.

"Yeah! And she's an influencer so hair shorts have to be cool!" Jasper carried on, sending the crowd into a hush of whispers because that's how society worked in the modern era. Celebrities were the leaders and the mere mortal public were the sheep and none could be prouder than Ray as he stood on the arm of the hottest woman in town.

"I--I mean, those are the rules," Piper acknowledged. She was an internet loiterer, constantly checking and refreshing every app and website going for new trends and gossip, so she'd know what to do if one of her idols said something; follow it to the letter.

"Come on, guys. Let's go get some hair shorts!" Mitch smirked at his pack of buffoons, showing that the pack mentality was starting to work--hair shorts would be popular come tomorrow afternoon. And that did not please Thompson.

"No, wait! Don't leave!" he begged the crowd, who were beginning to lose interest now that they knew that Bigfoot was still a mystery and he a loony. "Y'all, that's Bigfoot and I found him! And I'm gonna get married!"

"Fat chance of that..." (y/n) said under her breath so only Ray and Henry could hear her. The man chuckled at her response that was along the lines of his and it was when he had pressed his lips to her temple joyfully that something came stumbling out of the undergrowth.

The crowd gasped as a hulking, moaning creature staggered into the clearing, looking like it had been in a fight with a dead bush and lost, and sounding like it was in pain--kinda like Bigfoot. He was hairy, sort of, and animalistic in his manner, so they snapped a few pictures for evidence of what was actually Mr Hart covered in a load of sap, pine needles from Schwoz, whilst slightly high from the moss that he'd eaten by mistake.

"That's Bigfoot!" Mary cried from the desk, pointing at the terrifying monster as it snarl at the stunned crowd, who quickly descended into madness as they saw what looked like a creature from a fairytale.

As the disorientated man swayed, they charged, eager to get a hold of Bigfoot and Mr Hart ran for his life, the bleariness in his eyes making it difficult until they were all lead away from the trap. And that left the Man Cave team and "Eddie" alone at last.

"Well, that just about wraps it up," Ray said with a clap of his hands and he could honestly say that he was ready to go home. He had unfinished business with his sweet girl and the idea of falling asleep with her as they watched movies in the bed sounded heavenly.

"So..." Henry nodded, knowing that there wasn't much else for them to do now that all of the hunters were on the wrong trail and they'd met Schwoz's friend as they had set out to do. "You guys wanna go back to the Man Cave and watch Will & Grace?"

"Season two?" Biggie asked.

"Do you even have to ask?" Henry giggled and the man and boy bumped fists as everyone agreed that the plan couldn't be better. Well, that would (y/n) and Ray down to the ground, they'd fall asleep watching anything, in their room or not in their room, as long as they could cuddle, which they inevitably would.

"Let's go!" (y/n) grinned and ushered them all to get moving so they could leave all of the drama behind. However, as the teens, Schwoz and Bigfoot turned to go, Ray's eyes wandered and spotted something shiny and interesting yet again. There were so many traps yet for him to discover...so many things for him to take.

"Ooooh, look. Some cheese titos!" he smirked deviously and wiggled his fingers, indicating that he was gonna swipe them for a binge-watching snack. He would never learn his lesson, no matter how many times he hurt himself or had his fingers smacked by his precious girl.

"What? No, dude, no!" Henry tried to stop him, not wanting to go through the same struggle again but this time, (y/n) was willing to let Ray learn for himself. After all, once bitten twice shy, right?

"No, kid, just let him. Sadly, this is the only way he'll learn," she sighed and held a hand out for him to stay where he was. He was her doofus and she loved him but she wasn't going to spend their lives together running around to wrap him in cotton wool. He couldn't be an idiot forever, he'd soon learn to keep his hands to himself.

"These things are cheesetastic!" Ray grinned and reached down to grab the bag as he kept smiling at his tired fiancée. He'd just get these and then, they could go because of course, he wasn't aware that he was the one tiring her out with his antics.

"ARGGGGGGHHHHH!" And then came the pain. The claw closed on his hand as the others had and it was like his hand was being ripped off constantly but refusing to let go of his wrist. "Crunchy snacks, that smarts!"

His friends cringed but as the pain passed, they assumed that he'd hobble back to (y/n)'s side to lick his wounds and seek her comfort, but no. In true Ray fashion and despite his silent promise, the hero looked to his left and saw something else, another doohickey that he fancied, and he figured that one more trinket could hurt. Traps could hurt, though, and hearing him in pain was even worse for some.

"Hey, look! A cane! That'll go perfect with my top hat!" he noted as he ate a chip and felt so giddy about the idea of being a pristine gentleman for his sweet girl that he skipped off to go and retrieve it. At this rate, they'd never go home, not until he was immobilised by metal and carrying a bag full of worthless tat.

"Or...he'll never learn." the heroine lamented, burying her face in her hands as Ray went off again...and got trapped again. Did he not know that he was breaking her heart and tearing down every word she said in his defence? She could get him titos if he wanted and she didn't need him to dress up, dressing down was preferable and now, he was a bigger doofus than ever.

"Ow! Puttin' on the Ritz, that hurts!"

"Are you sure you wanna marry him? It's not too late to run for it, y'know..." Charlotte retorted to the woman, who didn't take any offence from her words. She was joking, that was clear, the girl would never ruin the relationship that she helped to forge, but it had to be said yet again.

They were so different and him so difficult--did she really want to sign herself up for a lifetime of that?

"You don't know my doofus like I do. He's a massive idiot and he drives me insane but he's my massive idiot. I wouldn't have it any other way... I love him."

Hell yeah, she did.

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