#dangerverse rambles

ray grinned upon hearing that melodious voice. it filled the afternoon air like birdsong, perfectly in tune with the buzzing of the bees, the windchime above the porch, and the low hum of the radio in the garage.

he’d never known peace like this in all his born days, kneeling beside a flowerbed in the garden that was quickly becoming his little slice of heaven. and it was all because of her.

“over here, sweet girl," he called over his shoulder, hearing the little thud-tap-tap-thud of her approaching footsteps. barefoot, if he wasn’t mistaken.

his wife loved the warm and balmy summer days. she blessed his sights with visions of her in creamy, blush-coloured dresses with ribbons in her hair, dancing around as she visited the herbaceous paradise he lovingly tended for her. 

he planted fragrant lavender and honeysuckle, potted her favourite herbs and vegetables in a greenhouse, and nurtured the old peach tree back to life until it beared the literal fruits of his labour - all so his precious wife could twirl and dance under the sun, trimming this, smelling that, bringing him treats to taste. 

the doofus did it all for her, discovering he had quite the green thumb when he put his mind to it.

"found you!" sweet girl exclaimed, and the man melted when she smiled upon seeing how he hunched over, a trowell in one hand and a semi-mature seedling in the other. "and you're planting my roses!"

"anything for you, darlin'," he replied gruffly, acting like it was no big deal, but her praise made him do the thing.

ray puffed out his chest with pride, smiling because he made her happy, and that was a big deal. even if that involved getting all dirty and sweaty, it was worth it. 

he let her watch him work, digging a small hole and gently placing the plant inside. with a little dirt swept over the sides, he tucked it into the earth, safe and snug to begin growing, just like his wife wanted for their haven.

"to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked after brushing his hands together and standing up with a small groan. his knees weren’t what they used to be, but sweet girl didn’t notice. she was too busy taking in the sheer size of him, huge and hulking in a tight tank top and well-worn jeans.

she looked as beautiful and perfect as he imagined. flowy, flowery dress, hair scraped up from her nape, wearing no sandals or shoes, just the diamond-encrusted jewellry he gave her. his pretty girl, glittering in the daylight, bathed in golden rays. and she carried a tray of lemonade.

"can't a wife come out and see her husband when he's making the garden all pretty for her?" sweet girl asked, putting an innocent pout on those plump lips after placing the tray on a small, iron table. 

sometimes, they liked to sit there on warm evenings, bouncing their teething toddler until the fireflies came out, and that was when she got the idea that the scent of her clematis and geraniums would compliment some roses. 

he huffed a laugh, knowing his sweet girl was far from innocent, but she made a good impression in that dress. his filthy hands and sweat-stained skin would surely ruin it, but she’d gotten used to his muddy fingerprints and heady scent now–had her laundry method down to a tee for removing garden stains.

so, he grasped her waist and pulled her close, quickly becoming intoxicated when he smelled the flowery shampoo in her hair and the richness of baking cookies on her skin.

"only if she pays him in kisses." 

"silly doofus..." sweet girl shook her head, fussing slightly at the thought of another dirtied dress, but the thought of her doofus’ lips was too great.

she smiled and pulled him closer by the nape of his neck, smooching his lips with a satisfied hum. his saltiness mingled with the sweet, enticing enough to have the doofus chasing her kiss when she pulled away far too soon.

"...pretty dress," he said quietly, brushing their lips together with each word as his thumbs rubbed the soft cotton hugging her hips.

"you always say that."

"’cos it's true." he shrugged, a silly, goofy grin on his handsome face. his hands slid lower, gathering bunches of fabric in his fists, turning the cream and dusty brown. 

"pretty dress. makes your tits look great."

"raymond!" he threw his head back and cackled when she scolded him like that, whacking his shoulder for being so crude…even if the built-in corset did cinch her in and create a phenomenal bustline. 

"isn't that why you wear it?" ray asked, quirking a brow as his gaze lowered, greedily drinking in the exposed flesh of her delicate throat and collarbones. "to make me lose my mind?"

her cleavage was especially inviting, jutting out in soft fat and plunging into a deep valley for him to squeeze, lick, bury his face into. from his high angle, he had a bird’s eye view, seeing nothing but the dress’ lace-up front and her tits. she wasn’t wearing a bra. 

for a moment, sweet girl didn’t answer, trying to play it cool, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. certainly not ray. she wore them because it drove him mad. "no. it's just…pretty."

"told ya." he smirked, making her jump with a slap on the ass before pecking her cheek. "you gonna keep me company while i take a break?"

"that's why i brought lemonade," said sweet girl, gesturing to the pitcher and two glasses she’d freshly poured in the kitchen, along with some strawberries and apple slices sprinkled with a pinch of sugar. 

her doofus hummed and smiled, forever grateful that he’d found himself a perfect wife who could make a killer beverage and have the presence of mind to think he needed to stay hydrated in the height of summer. the tray’s offerings looked good, sweet and icy cold, but one look at his wife, flushed and blinking up at him in the prettiest dress so far…ray knew what he needed.

"i'm not thirsty for lemonade."

his hands returned to her ass, lingering this time to stretch a giant palm across her cheek. through her dress, he squeezed and kneaded at the soft flesh, eliciting squeaks from his wife as she squirmed in his hold. then, he lifted the skirt inch by inch, ignoring her squeals as the air hit her bare skin. her very bare skin.

“dirty girl,” ray growled upon feeling nothing in his way - no cotton, no lace, not even a string. his little wife wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the notion had him swelling in his jeans.

"doofus!" sweet girl cried, gasping when he began palming her naked flesh, squashing and pulling it apart like dough. she could do little more than clutch his shoulders and bite her lip. "what will the neighbours think?"

"what neighbours?" he scoffed and, just for dramatic effect, looked around in all directions, seeing nothing but open fields, woodlands, and meadows. the nearest smallholding or homestead was at least two miles down the road.

“you’re worried about other people, but you come out here without any panties? you’re just asking to get fucked, sweet girl.”

"okay, fine..." she giggled, wriggling a little further into his embrace. maybe this had been her plan all along, watching from the kitchen window as she so often did, but it wasn’t her fault!

it was his. he just had to do the gardening in that tank. getting all hot and sweaty, lifting the fertiliser sacks and pushing the wheelbarrow around to flex his muscles. then, he just had to bend over, giving her the perfect view of his behind. she was practically dripping by the time she thought of bringing him something to drink.

two fingers walked up his chest, and she leaned up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "we’ve got at least twenty minutes until the baby wakes up."

ray grinned, squeezing her ass just a little bit harder. "s'all i need."

the sun had reached its highest point, beating down on them as he gently pushed her a few steps back. he didn’t have to squint as much in the shade of a magnolia tree, and the blooms looked angelic all around her, removing the risk of sun stroke.

he devoured her honeyed lips, moving swiftly to cradle her jaw with one hand. sweet girl moaned in the hungry kiss, easily opening her mouth when ray’s tongue probed her lower lip. he easily took control, groaning too when the sweetness clouded his mind. 

he didn’t even realise he was tearing at her clothing until she pulled away and murmured with swollen lips.

"do not ruin this dress"

"maybe not on purpose, but i am gonna fuck you in it," he answered cockily, and then, with a final peck, he placed two large hands on her shoulders and pushed, making his wife’s knees buckle. "on your knees."

she sank down immediately–enthusiastically, letting her shins rest on the lush softness that was his expertly maintained lawn. ray was especially proud of it, happy to say to he carved little pathways for them to enjoy whilst the rest was sowed with wildflowers, creating a wonderfully vibrant oasis for all the bugs and beasties his wife wanted to thrive. and now, she looked perfect amongst the greenery.

with his sweet girl on her knees, blinking up at him, ray made quick work of his belt and jeans, carelessly unbuckling and unbuttoning before shucking them down his thick thighs. his underwear followed, pushed south just enough to let his aching, leaking cock spring free.

sweet girl didn’t care when it landed on her cheek - moaned, in fact. and ray couldn’t help but throw his head back and groan at how she nuzzled against it, showing off the vast length compared to her face, kissing and licking the tip before he even needed to ask. 

she worked hungrily, scooting a little closer until she could easily wrap a petite hand around the base and guide the rest into her mouth. then, she swallowed him, hollowing out her cheeks to move down his cock for the first time in a long, slow suck.

"pretty fucking girl…” ray grumbled, closing his eyes at the sensation. he never grew tired of it, not when he had his wife and her hot mouth around him. “perfect little cocksucker."

she pulled back, smacking her lips together before running her tongue down the sides of his cock, bathing it in saliva and humming happily. "tastes so good, doofus."

"yeah? keeping that mouth of yours busy?" he asked softly, resting his hand on her crown as she went down again, aided by lubricating spittle. her head bobbed a few times, going deeper each time, grazing her teeth lightly against his sensitive underside. 

ray shuddered, trying to keep hismelf upright as he aided her pace, pulling her head back and forth, grunting each time. "that's it. take it deep..choke on it."

she stared up at him with glassy eyes, garbling around his cock and nodding enthusiastically, always wanting to please him. ray smirked, cooing softly at his pretty girl as she slurped around him, ignoring how drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, creating dark patches on her favourite sundress as it fanned out around her figure.

she looked like a fallen angel, so innocent yet jerking him off with a learned hand and expert mouth. it took all his strength not to hold her face still and buck his hips into her throat.

“heh…i was right,” he muttered, moving his spare hand to her heaving chest, where her breasts had begun to spill over the neckline. 

he squeezed them momentarily–smacked them lightly–pinched her nipples before fiddling with the lacing at the front. one tug and the corsetry unravelled, becoming loose enough for him to reach in and release her. 

“pretty tits in a pretty dress.”

“doo–doofus!” sweet girl grumbled, choking when the breeze hit her naked body. she’d chosen zero undergarments to tease him, but when he pushed the dress open completely, letting her entire chest hang freely, swaying with each head movement, she flushed. 

he toyed with her tits, humming appreciativley at how they’d grown since her pregancy - something he’d never get over since they only became more perfect. a gentle pull on her hardened nub made her moan, which vibrated around his cock, leaving the old hero breathless.

"fuck..." he mumbled, allowing himself one small thrust into her mouth as he switched sides, showing her other breast the same attention. "you really make me lose my mind, sweet girl."

"yeah?" she grinned sloppily around him, running the tip of her tongue under the frenulum.

"yeah."

he patted her cheek and lightly pushed her away, letting his cock leave her spit-slick lips with little more than a translucent string attaching them together. "come on... turn around and show me that pussy."

"doofus..." sweet girl muttered, hesitating for a second before doing as he said upon seeing how he did the same.

he stepped behind her and knelt, removing his tank and pressing his hot, bare front to hers. a hand rested between her shoulder blades, encouraging his wife onto her tummy, moving into a restless doggy position at the thought of ruining her dress with grass stains.

"gonna get all dirty."

"don't worry, sweet girl," ray cooed, pushing her down even further until she was fully splayed on the lawn, the grass tickling her tits and belly. looming over her body, he grasped her jaw tightly, forcing her to keep her eyes on the flowerbed as his heavy cock poked against the small of her back.

"just look at the roses."

with his sweet girl limp and needy, he retreated and flipped her skirt over her ass, moaning loudly at the sight of her cunt glistening in the sun - as ripe and juicy as any peach from their tree.

he leaned forward and used two fingers to part her folds, taking a single lick and moaning loudly as he drank her honey straight from the source. a few more kitten licks, and the hero pulled away shuffling forward to lightly tap his cockhead on her entrance.

“think you can take me like this, sweet girl?” he asked breathily, desperately yearning to slide home and feel her, but he held out, waiting for her response. “cunt’s fucking soaked. want my cock that bad, huh?”

“uh-huh…” she nodded, resting her cheek on her hands as she wiggled her ass back at him. knowing ray, he’d eat her out later, but right now, she wanted to feel that stretch.

“fuck me, doofus.”

ray didn’t need any more encouragement. he braced his forearms either side of her shoulders, jerking his hips until he caught her entrance and pushed. 

her slick meant there was little to no resistance, just her scaldingly hot walls enveloping him as warmly and tightly as they always had. he grunted into her ear, sinking every inch until his pelvis met her ass, staying in a perfect prone bone for just a second. 

he needed a moment, distracting himself from cumming by nuzzling her ear and nibbling on her jaw. sweet girl whined and closed her eyes as her pussy fluttered, pleasantly aching with the pleasure of being filled.

“you lookin’ at the roses, sweet girl?” ray asked as he nipped at her earlobe.

“yeah…” sweet girl nodded, opening her hooded eyes to stare lazily at the pinkish blooms, which looked all hazy as she tried to focus her vision. not easy when he chuckled darkly and pinned her wrists to the ground.

“good…” was all ray said before he slammed his hips into hers, forcing moan after moan from his wife’s lips as he chose a brutal, steady pace.

the garden setting left him wild and savage, quickly descending into a bestial fury with the need to mate with the perfect woman beneath him. he rutted into her like an animal, grunting with each thrust, plunging his thick cock into her cunt with little else on his mind but to ensure he fucked her thoroughly. 

she deserved nothing less.

“doo–doofus!” sweet girl said between moans, feeling her nipples rubbing against the grass as her clit caught on her cotton dress with every jerk forward. 

the roses disappeared from view when her head lolled forward, forehead pressed against the cool earth as he only grunted in reply. his knees hitched up further until they were astride her ass, driving his cock deeper with every strong flex of his muscles - in and out, in and out as the birds and bees mingled around them.

the only thing to be heard above their hum was the slapping and squelching of skin against raw skin, mixing with the sweet music made by his sweet girl. ray whimpered quietly when she clenched around him, getting closer to the edge with every brush against her clit. he felt himself lose the same control.

“perfect, clever girl…” he slurred, getting lost in the balmy pleasure as he hugged her to his chest. sweat beaded on their foreheads, threatening to trickle down until ray smooched across her shoulders and neck, running his tongue over her salted caramel skin, leaving fleeting hickeys where he could.

just knowing she’d planned this, seduced him, bought a dress just to make him hard, left his head swimming in sin, burning up inside to fuck her sweet, sweet cunt and fill it to the brim with his cum.

“gonna fuck this pretty pussy ‘til it’s full of my cum…” he hissed, slowing ever so slightly just to ensure his length never left her walls by more than half an inch. he burrowed as closely as possible, more harshly grinding against her but sweet girl didn’t complain.

each time, he pounded that spongy spot with precision, leaving her fucked-out and cross-eyed, nodding along to every filthy word leaving his lips.

“you want that, sweet girl? want me to fill you up? make you a momma again?”

she nodded weakly, hopelessly trying to spread her legs to get him deeper, but ray was already there. 

“okay, sweetheart… whatever my wife wants.”

head down, eyes closed, ray lost himself in the rhythm and sensation of fucking his wife. her moans filled his ears, growing louder and louder as he pushed her closer to oblivion and he wasn’t far behind.

‘fill her up!’ his mind whispered, calling on his animal urges as she laid boneless benath him, letting him mount her as an animal would. ‘breed her.’

the doofus slammed his hips down once, twice, three times before he quivered and held still - a broken moan leaving his mouth as he came. hard.

rope after rope of pearly come coated her walls, painting his wife as his, just as ray promised, and the gentle heat tipped her over the edge. 

sweet girl meweled as her cunt seized up, milking his cock for the last drop, sucking it up to ensure it took. she wanted it. she needed it. with what little strength she had left, she pushed back and forced the thick goop deeper, whining at the drag on her sensitive walls.

peace returned to the garden as they caught their breath over a few minutes. ray, drenched in sweat with no regrets, collapsed next to his wife, pulling her into his side as he turned his face to the sun.

“doofus…” she whispered, snuggling closer as she kissed under his jaw and threw a leg over his body, resting on his still rapidly rising chest.

the man hummed, bringing an arm around her body and holding it against him as he basked in the afterglow. “yeah, sweet girl?”

“my dress is ruined.”

he felt her move and opened one eye, scandalised to lose his wife’s warmth, even when the rest of him was boiling. she hovered above him, manoeuvring until she could straddle his waist, and that’s when ray saw the mess he’d made.

her pretty sundress, now marked with mud and colourised with grassy green pigment and yellowish daisy pollen, was in fact ruined. her hair had fallen from her simple style, now adorned with leaves and twigs, falling around her face until she had to blow it away from her eyes. he noticed there was dirt on her knees as they poked out from underneath the skirt, which luckily survived intact…though throughly creased and covered in big patches of who knows what.

ray smiled, not knowing what else to do but clear his throat and reach up to gently rub his open palm against her breast. “s’not my fault… you seduced me.”

“you’re blaming this on me?” she exclaimed, tugging at the flouncy fabric with a grumpy pout. “and you aren’t even gonna apologise?”

she leaned back and settled her bare cunt on his stomch, making ray hiss upon feeling the wetness she left.

“i can make it up to you, darlin’,” he replied, hands drifting to her hips, where they followed her movements as she began to rock against his abs - rock-hard and rippling beneath the surface. “anything you want…it’s yours.”

“anything?’ she smirked, and suddenly, her hunger returned tenfold. one orgasm wasn’t nearly enough, and sweet girl determined he hadn’t paid his dues. 

taking his wrists into her hands, ray laid helplessly as his wife held his hands against his chest, moaning quietly when his cum began to leak onto his navel. he felt how it lubricated her movements, letting her slide back and forth as she remained his angel - so pretty and so perfect yet deliciously dirty after being ruined by him.

she stayed on top, smiling when he whined, saying he could show her real pleasure if only he let him. his precious girl just giggled and kissed his pouting lips, taking a deep breath of the sweet-smelling rosemary and freesias around her.

“relax and look at the roses, doofus…” she told him, leaning back to gently cup his softened length, fully intent on watching it grow. “by the time we’re done, i want twins.”

ray gulped. those roses wouldn’t be the only seeds taking root in the garden.

days off were few and far between, but sometimes, just sometimes, an opportunity came knocking. and when she got a phone call for a family barbecue, well...she couldn't do much more than say "yes, we'd love to come."

we, being her and the doofus currently laughing it up at the barbecue.

ray got on well with her family. they loved him. he loved them. he impressed her parents. enchanted her aunties. impressed the neighbours. entertained the children and helped her uncle and cousins with the barbecue. that's where he'd been caught - flipping burgers and talking about a football game with the rest of the guys.

they laughed loudly at every bawdy joke, slapping each other on the back and knocking back bottles of beer. he fit in so perfectly, looking every bit an american idol in his open-neck button-down and shorts, grinning from behind shades as his wedding ring glinted in the warm sun. the gold matched his tan perfectly.

sweet girl couldn't help but stare. she sipped a glass of orange juice and partially listened to whatever the woman talking to her said. something, something...yes, the weather was nice for this time of year. the garden was looking well. oh, her daughter played clarinet? fabulous.

she was the wife of a family friend, sweet girl thought, although she stopped paying attention to what she was saying once her doofus caught her eye.

did he know how hot he looked? he glowed during the summer months, preferring tighter, shorter shirts that really accentuated his arms. god, she wanted to bite them.

her hand slid to her belly, cradling the small bump that steadily swelled under her sundress. everyone said congratulations every five seconds - another reason for ray to radiate happiness and beam with pride. he couldn't help but tell everyone how he and his wife were expecting their second, fully believing he married the hottest milf in the world and he wasn't afraid to say it.

now that the first few months of adjusting and morning sickness had passed, he lived in bliss...yet, sweet girl found herself with a problem. her incredibly hot doofus didn't help.

she was horny. all the damn time.

it wasn't her fault her husband looked like that. wasn't her fault he preferred slim-fits and shorts that ended just before his knees, clinging in all the right places. nor was it her fault if her gaze caught the way his throat bobbed after taking another sip, revealing the slight sheen of sweat on his skin. it was his fault for tying that kiss the cook apron around his slim waist, revealing how cinched it was--the perfect width to slot in between her thighs.

the longer she stared, the worse the throbbing in her pussy became. it wouldn't be so bad if they were at home, where she'd push him onto their bed, straddle his hips, and sink down on his length. or maybe she'd tease him, dance the tip of her tongue around his balls while she slowly stroked his iron-hard flesh...up and down, up and down.

god, she needed him. now.

but she very well couldn't say that out loud - not with her entire family around. so, thinking on her feet, she pulled her phone out of her purse. opening the messaging app, her thumbs typed before her brain could think twice.

i want your cock down my throat

subtle. but what she wouldn't give to taste him at that moment.

she watched the moment his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Ray took it out and looked at it, smiling when he saw the notification from his sweet girl... only for his smile to turn into a gulp when he read the message.

he glanced up at her; frozen, mouth wide open, and speechless as the guys around him laughed. they were oblivious, too busy debating whether the hotdogs needed mustard and onions or ketchup and pickles. it didn't matter, not when ray gulped and quickly replied.

what? you look so fucking hot.

she smirked, taking a sip of her juice and licking her lips. ray watched, feeling like he could pass out as his wife teased him, standing there like a goddess. he didn't know about himself, but he loved that dress. had done since she first bought it. and seeing the bump poking out from underneath didn't help the sudden tightness in his shorts.

not here, sweet girl. you're killing me.

they could usually have a full conversation by just looking at each other, but ray couldn't tell what his wife was thinking - and that was dangerous. he smiled when a friendly hand patted him on the shoulder, pretending to find whatever joke funny, but now he couldn't concentrate on anything but her. the minx standing only a few feet away yet so out of reach.

she looked down at her phone and typed again.

but doofus...i'm so wet. my thighs are soaked.

kill him. kill him now...or maybe kill him after giving him a chance to get on his knees and clean her up.

suddenly, his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding, eyes trailing down her sweet, luscious body. he prayed no one else noticed their eye-fucking and took a step to his left to hide the lower half of his body. he didn't know what he'd do or say if someone noticed the half-hard bulge forming down below, and it took every bit of his strength not to palm himself.

really? here?

ray raised a brow, shaking his head when she took a seat on a nearby deckchair. her dress hitched up her legs, exposing a delicious sliver of thigh, and he swallowed thickly. what he wouldn't give to have them around his shoulders.

yep. anywhere. i would do anything to fuck you rn.

the feeling was mutual. what man could resist?

ray found himself burning from the inside out. there was his wife - his gorgeous, beautifully swollen wife - and he couldn't do a damn thing to relieve her suffering. if it was just the two of them, he'd have her spread on one of the sun loungers, eat his fill, then fuck her nice and slow. maybe they'd cool off in the pool after - skinny dipping naturally.

but no. he could see her parents over her shoulder, fussing over a neighbour's newborn and utterly ignorant to the sinful thoughts going through his mind about their daughter. they'd skin him alive if they knew.

sweet girl, i'm not gonna fuck you with your whole family around us.

sweet girl pouted, playfully pouting her lips at him and batting her eyelashes.

we can sneak off. just for a few minutes.

no.

no matter how firm he tried to be, ray's words didn't really convince her. sweet girl took them as more of a suggestion than an instruction, rubbing her belly and squirming in her seat. she bit her lip, silently whining.

her mind wandered to moments clasped in his arms and pressed down by the weight of his body, his thick cock moving in and out of her. he always fucked her so perfectly, leaving her satisfied and filled with his come - the thought of which sparked a brilliant idea.

i can convince you. make it worth your while

she put with a grin, practically bouncing with excitement.

how?

ray tilted his head, wondering what she meant as his wife rose and winked at him. without a word or signal, she turned on her heel and walked towards the house, ensuring she swayed her hips with every step.

the doofus watched until she disappeared inside - a little forlorn without his sweet girl around. it wasn't like he felt out of place, but now he felt desire coursing through his veins, yearning to hold her in his arms and bounce her on his cock. but alas... maybe she put a stop to a dead-end conversation. after all, it wasn't like they'd actually fuck in her parents' house with a yard full of people just outside...

another ping on his cell.

we can say we're checking in on the nursery and i'm not wearing any panties :)

oh, she was smart. his smart, pretty, dirty girl. how could he forget his firstborn was sleeping soundly upstairs? tuckered out after toddling round all day before crashing just before 2. they always had a nap in the afternoon, and any good father would poke his head round the door to make sure his little miracle was okay... just so they slept through lunch.

perhaps a mere 15 minutes. long enough for him to lap at her folds or stuff himself in her cu--

"hey, ray!" a deep voice pulled him from his thoughts--practically had the doofus jumping out his skin when some guy slapped him on the back.

he was looking at him in concern, probably wondering why he'd not flipped the burgers in 5 minutes, leading to quite a bit of smoke. "you okay, man? you've gone all pale."

"yeah, sorry..." ray nodded, taking a small step backwards before focusing on the grill before him. the flames licked from beneath, mimicking the heat within him that he tried to douse and failed. it was useless, but he had to act natural. think up some excuse. make a quick exit.

chuckling weakly, he looked the guy in the eye and pretended to fan himself with the spatula. he just hoped the apron around his waist hid his predicament until he made it indoors.

"i feel a bit faint."

"Doofus," Sweet Girl said one day as she lay entwined with her husband.  His body stretched the length of the sofa, taking up every inch with his vast bulk, so naturally, she spread on top of him like jelly on toast. Ray glanced down at the angel on his bare chest, cracking open his bleary eyes to see her equally nude form. 

Their breathing had only just returned to normal, although the slight sheen of sweat on their skin was yet to evaporate. The air felt hot and heavy, still carrying the scent and heat of sex in the afternoon, as the hero could not resist her temptations. Now, they were left boneless and satisfied, basking in the afterglow of another stellar performance on his part - because the doofus was always modest like that.

Three climaxes later, Sweet Girl purred against his throat, catlike and playful as he rested against the cushions. Her nails dragged down his skin, drawing patterns around his pecs before squeezing into his biceps. She always liked leaving little crescents there. Hers.

He hummed in response, watching how she smiled and focused on tracing stars and swirls above his heart since his mushy brain barely had a grasp on speaking right now. She'd rocked his world upside down...and the scratchies felt too good to reply with anything completely coherent.

"...Wha?" Sweet Girl paused and smushed her cheek against him. Her own words were slurred, but Ray heard them - soft and curious. Innocent and childlike. "Would you still love me...if I were a worm?" 

At that, his eyes opened properly to see her smiling up at him, blinking adorably as he tried to make sense of...whatever that was.

"A worm?" He asked, his arms tightening a little when she giggled and squirmed. "A worm. You know, a pink, wriggly thing that lives in mud." She deserved the light slap he gave her ass - for both sassing him and for making him think when she'd wrung him dry - chuckling when she squealed. "I know what a worm is, darlin'."

"Would you still love me?" Sweet Girl asked again, and her giggles doubled when she saw the cogs whirring behind her doofus' eyes. 

A frown etched itself into his forehead, turning into wrinkles and deep grooves that she smoothed with a stroke of her thumb. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to her pulse. "But you aren't a worm, sweet girl."

"I know that," she said, rolling her eyes as she adjusted herself. The hero grunted when she positioned herself sitting on top - a view he'd seen many times and thoroughly enjoyed - and she had to grasp his chin to refocus his gaze. 

"But if I were...would you still love me?" "Of course," Ray replied without thought. "Do I get to be a worm, too?" Sweet Girl paused, tilting her head when he said it so seriously. Her doofus was too busy kneading her hips to truly see her amusement, palming her ass and undoubtedly working himself up again. Still, she continued.

"Why would you want to be a worm?" "Because then we could be worms together. Worm-man and worm-woman. Worm-husband and worm-wife. We could have a mud hut and little wormlets slithering around the place."

She laughed and slapped his chest, seeing the grin playing on his lips with each utterance of worm. "Now, you're just being silly."

"You started it, sweetheart," he replied throatily, reaching up to gently squeeze her breast, his eyes melting into soft reverence as she arched into his touch. "But to answer your question, yes, I would absolutely still love you if you were a worm."

"Doofus..." Sweet Girl smiled, cupping his cheek as the man rubbed his thumb across her hardened peak. His gaze grew darker, roaming the flesh he knew so well, yet when she bent over for a gentle kiss, he was surprisingly pliant. Soft. Rumbling. Open and wanting.

"That's so sweet," she whispered upon pulling away. "I love you." "I love you, too," Ray replied, already forming plans to show her just how much his heart felt for her, there on their cramped couch on a random afternoon. His lips found hers again, slow and languid as his tongue slipped in, exploring her taste all over again.

When they broke apart, he hummed contentedly, feeling the warmth of the sun against his skin and her comforting weight atop him. He waited precisely fifteen seconds before speaking again.

"Do you think worms have mind-blowing sex, or is that just us?" "Oh, Raymond..."

sweet girl has her healing abilities like ray has his indestructibility. just before the war started, the government or some science corporation wanted to enhance humans and they needed volunteers. ray being in the army volunteered and it worked in enchanting his abilities. many died. he didn't (layer of trauma/survivor's guilt here which is a reason why he feels responsible to lead the rebels). BUT! even after the war began, the scientists still experimented to try to perfect their super-human stuff so they did it on sweet girl (who probably wasn't a willing test subject if we're sticking with the apocalyptic angst theme).

she's running from the experimentation after escaping. she doesn't know where she's going or what she's doing. she just knows she has to survive. she somehow manages to get into the rebel's "safe" territory when she falls into one of their anti-government/enemy booby traps. literally caught in a net.

they think she's a spy. she pleas for her life but the young soldiers won't listen to her. the curly-haired one seems sympathetic and asks his friend (hen?) to just release her back into the war zone to fend for herself (which would be worse than death cos they'd capture her again. after a bit of arguing, they decide to turn her over to their captain. he'll make the decision.

skip skip skip. sweet girl meets this captain. and yeah, she's being held at gunpoint. she should be scared shitless and she is. but god. one look at this man and her mouth is dry, she's speechless, she can't look away.

this is ray who can't always shower and shave. he's hardened from war and suffering. his hair is grown out and he's not as silly as he could be. but he's merciful. and he isn't the kind to shoot young ladies point blank. so he decides to grant sweet girl clemency so long as she earns her freedom and their trust.

she's put to work helping around camp - cleaning, cooking, sewing, menial tasks. literally she has to do the things everyone hates doing but she's honestly so happy. she hasn't seen the sky or felt grass or known freedom in too long. and despite the horrible things that were done to her (by a military doctor drex???) she's still very sweet at her core.

everyone is wary of her at first. the only people who talk to her are the children. maybe some of the other labourers. but very slowly. she earns their trust and acceptance. meanwhile, she doesn't see the captain as much as she would like. only snippets. only glimpses.

the rumour round camp is he has a new girl in his tent every night (new rebels join all the time). every guy admires him. every woman wants to be with him. but he's never settled down. never had a family. barely has friends outside his right hand man Henry and their ex-gov/military scientist, schwoz (who is also very kind to sweet girl). sweet girl knows she doesn't stand a chance. but she's intrigued. she owes the captain her life. he set her free.

ONE DAY! sweet girl is around camp doing her chores, trying to keep her head down and just live peacefully as long as she can in this precarious paradise she's discovered. WHEN! there's an incident! an attack! the camp is in chaos! sweet girl can't fight but she knows the children need to be escorted to safety.

maybe its a bit dumb but she's straight in there. she's rushing them deeper into the woods where they can hide until the fighting stops when she notices an enemy aim his gun at a child. she can't help it. she goes on instinct. leaps in front. takes the hit. ray then guns down the sneaky bastard that got past him.

he's upset. angry. the child is safe but that poor, sweet girl isn't. she's bleeding out. straight through her shoulder and they barely have enough medical supplies as it is. and it's heartbreaking because he's noticed her little ways. her kindness. her constant smiles. she was one of the sunniest people he's ever met - even before the war.

he holds her as he waits for her to pass. and waits. and waits. and waits. by now, the rest of his "crew" i.e Henry, jasper, piper, and sweet girl's friend Charlotte gather round as well as others. sweet girl just won't die. and what's this? ray watches as she heals, pushing out the bullet until her skin heals over. she's not dead. knocked out. but very much alive.

and he knows. he suddenly realises. the precious, exhausted girl in his arms is the same as him. she's been dissected and tortured and used as a lab rat but she's still so cheerful and kind. truly not meant for such a cruel world that keeps hurting her.

and now we move onto part 2 :)

the captain insists she recovers in his superior tent. no tent is luxurious but being the captain has its privileges and his is a definitely more comfortable than hers and closer to the medics. he's too busy to be a round the clock nurse but he checks in on her whenever he's not organising their rebellion's efforts, feeling partly responsible/very protective cos he should've spotted the signs. should've asked more questions. should've killed those scientists when he had the chance.

once sweet girl wakes up CUE BONDING! they get to know each other as she regains her strength which lets be honest doesn't take too much time cos of her abilities but ray stretches the excuse. it feels right to have her close. easier to protect or so he says. and sweet girl is unknowingly giving him heart eyes during every story he tells or joke he cracks. she learns how soft he is under all that captainness. and for such a stoic, intimidating guy, he's actually...a doofus. his jokes are terrible and he's kinda clumsy when he's lumbering around but she finds it endearing.

being in his space is an honour that very few know. to her, it just feels safe and warm and comfortable. there's even a couple nights when ray falls asleep curled by her side. oh, and how they yearn…

sweet girl heals. she leaves. goes back to her tent. but they remain...close. ray actively seeks her out. she finds excuses to see him. only to lose her confidence when she sees how many admirers he has. Kim danvers is a hot, capable soldier - very much the sort of woman she knows he's taken to bed. and there's rumours about his lieutenant's mom - kris. sure, it's gossip, but sweet girl sees how he flirts with them so easily.

she's just a bit heartbroken. she knew it was too good to be true. he probably felt responsible after she so stupidly tried to be a hero. and besides. she's got nothing more than a test-tube ability and all she can do to help is wash t-shirts and darn socks. she resigns herself to yearning from afar.

meanwhile, ray doesn't know how to make his move. he's down bad without realising just how bad it really is. he knows he's...interested in this sweet girl. but he doesn't know how to handle it. for once, he's terrified that she'll leave or die for real. he doesn't think his indestructible heart could take it if he saw her leaving his tent/life for the last time. he's got so little left in this godforsaken world. losing a pure, heavenly love like that would be the last straw. and besides, he's waiting for the day his luck runs out when the battlefield finally claims him.

so, he starts trying to watch her from afar. he's always looking out for her. ensures his sweet girl gets extra food rations even if he goes a little bit hungrier. he sends her an extra blanket or two for her bed. he intimidates the people giving her a hard time so they'll stop with the mean comments about her being a government guinea pig.

and then, when he's alone and struggling to sleep, he can't stop thinking about how his cot smells like her. she's been in his bed. she laughed at his jokes. she treated him with such kindness like he wasn't anyone important but someone special. someone worthy of her warm smiles and soft voice. she even hugged him as thanks for looking after her.

ray's ashamed of it, but he touches himself to the thought of her for too many nights. the guilt after is crippling. he's sullied her image with his lust and longing but he keeps doing it. again and again, coming with her name on his lips. and he can't have another woman near him. the thought of their skin against his, now he knows how soft sweet girl's is, makes him sick. so his penance for lust is being alone. skip skip skip, longing, longing, longing. about a month (cos we burn slow here) after she left, sweet girl also can't sleep one night. she's up late at night thinking about a million things, so she goes for a midnight stroll. dumb cos there's a war on but okay. just a quick walk to stretch her legs and breath the night air

she passes ray's tent. he's having a nightmare (images of Henry and jasper and the girls and...her dead and him as the lone survivor). she hears. she rushes in and comforts him. promises him he's safe. she holds ray until he calms down, never once letting him go as he stays nuzzled in her neck, wrapped in her arms. they fall asleep like that.

they wake up the next day. sweet girl freaks. ray is calm. he's like a cat when he's sleepy, ignoring the fact that as leader he should be getting up to start the day at dawn but he doesn't want to leave. when sweet girl mentions it, he just pulls her tighter to spoon, his lips smushed against her neck.

skip skip skip. they wake again after dozing. this time when ray dreams, it's not a nightmare. it's...spicy. sweet girl's moans are what wake him up as he rocks into her from behind, rutting as his body reacts to what its been craving for weeks/all his life. he's lowkey mortified but she doesn't want to stop. he's hesitant but so so tempted. she's so precious as he rolls on top and stares into her eyes.

sweet girl thinks this is how it always is in his tent. she'll just be another notch on his bedpost, another woman he's bedded to discard, but she doesn't care. she realises then and there that she loves him and she'll take anything because she's never known how long she'll live. she'd rather die knowing she only had him for one moment than knowing she never had him at all.

oh, and ray goes to town once he gets the okay. he's insatiable. he's a goddamn animal. like I said, they don't have access to as much hot water and soap as the og universe so this is very Napoleon-coded "home in three days don't wash" sort of stuff. not completely dirty but its real. it's all teeth and tongue and salty and sweet. and ray is addicted to how his sweet girl tastes like the honey he used to eat on toast before the world went to shit.

he eats his fill of her sweet, sweet pussy before fucking her thoroughly through his cot. he's biting and leaving hickeys, frustrated to see that their her ability, like his, means they won't show permanently but that's okay. he'll just have to leave more. and more. and more. and never let her out of his bed as he has the best sex of his life, holding sweet girl as she comes and comes and comes, dragging her nails down his back, calling him her captain.

she makes his pull-out game weak. ray's had a lot of partners over the years (although not as many as the rumours suggest). he's never come in any of them because in this shitty world, he doesn't dare hope to have kids. but with sweet girl, he just wants to breed her over and over, never leave her cunt as it flutters around his cock.

they go for several rounds until sweet girl passes out and he has to leave. the captain leaves her tucked up and covered head to toe in evidence that she's his. he'll be back in a few hours after his patrols...but when he returns, sweet girl is nowhere to be found.

she's taken her chance and left before the awkward goodbye. it's a horrific walk of shame cos even though ray's tent is a bit further away than the others for privacy, it's in an area where most of the soldiers/important rebels gather. they see. they know. she goes back to her tent to cry because it's over.

she spends the next day or so avoiding ray like the plague, who's heartbroken for different reasons now. when he's searching the forrest for her, she's down by the river. when he wants to share his food during the evening meal, she's already taken her rations to her tent and zipped up the flap. message received loud and clear. and he can't eat cos he thinks he hurt her in some way.

he was too rough. too hungry. too desperate. too broken. she saw the real him during the best few hours of his miserable life and it was too much. and he accepts that. it breaks him but he's used to that. the indestructible captain will soldier on...but his heart will stay with the woman he's fallen in love with.

CUT TO SWEET GIRL. she's also moping around camp. literally lovesick and everyone can see it. the only ones who can't is the two idiots in love.

but wait...ray responds to an approaching enemy attack. he can't get injured but he gets caught up in an ambush. he's carried away from the fight that the rebels very narrowly repel. rumours spread like wildfire that their captain has been hurt - something has happened to him and now he's not as indestructible as before. he has a weakness.

sweet girl learns about this. she rushes to his side. she thinks he's bleeding out or dying or something. Henry lets her into the tent that she swore she'd never re-enter. just the sight and smell of the tent give her flashbacks to being in ray's arms but she goes in anyway. just to make sure he's okay.

when he sees her, ray thinks it's just another medic or one of his soldiers. but to his delight, his angel has appeared. his sweet girl. the one thing he kept fighting for during the hellfire to ensure it never reached her. and she's smiling at him. maybe he finally had died. it was a vision of heaven, surely.

sweet girl rushes to his bedside. ray is literally just on bedrest for a few hours to regain his strength but she's patting him down for injuries (btw ray is shirtless ;)) and he just lies there and accepts it, too nervous to move in case he scares her off again. he swears he's fine...but she can keep feeling him up if she likes.

he's such a doofus. cracking jokes and she scolds him for making her worry. it make shim smirk to know she was ever worried. and she hugs him when the adrenaline comes down, so relived to see they've made it through another night of bombardments.

ray then, very awkwardly, takes the moment to say he's sorry. sweet girl is very confused. he's sorry for the other day. it was a mistake and he didn't mean for it to go that far (such idiots in love). he understands why she now hates him :( and he can only hope one day she'll forgive him for giving into to his own desire and taking advantage like that.

sweet girl is now very confused. she thought he didn't want her. she thought he'd left her behind. she thought it was a one time thing.

no no no. very much the opposite. ray says he wants a lifetime with her. or however long he's got. he doesn't have much, but he'd have the whole world if he could call her his. He loves her.

sweet girl cries a lil bit. she loves him too. she never knew what being alive felt like until she found him. and she'll be his for however long he wants her.

forever sounds pretty good to ray. marriage technically no longer exists in their fallen society but from then on he calls her his wife. his lover. his one and only sweet girl.

life is hell, but it still sent him an angel.

sweet girl can’t remember the moment life caught up with her, but she supposed that’s how it was meant to be.

standing in front of a floor-length mirror, surrounded by a sea of ripped-off shirts and too-small jeans, the last few years flashed before her eyes.

a happy marriage, three children, six birthdays, half a dozen christmases, some thanksgivings, and many, many family dinners. the time had flown by, yet, since retirement, her world had slowed down.

she didn’t work out anymore. gym sessions and bad-guy chases made way for the morning school run and racing around the house with the vacuum cleaner whenever she got the chance. 

the thought of spending her precious free time on a treadmill was laughable, but standing in her bedroom, pulling at all her lumps and bumps, sweet girl wished she’d invested some effort. 

she was fat. plump. out of shape. chubby. fluffy. carrying a few (dozen) pounds too many. she could sugarcoat it in whatever way was kindest, but she couldn’t dodge the truth.

she, who always looked on the bright side, tugged at her jeans, hoping they’d fit over her thighs and wide hips, but…no. no chance. not even if she tried to breathe in and jump.

they used to fit perfectly. if anything, they were too big in her twenties. now, though, before that mirror, she choked back a sob.

her favourite blouse lay in a crumpled heap after she pulled it back over her head. it clung in too many unfortunate places–stretched tightly across her chest, which had swelled and doubled in cup size after over half a decade of breastfeeding. 

that sundress - the one she used to seduce her doofus in the early days of growing their garden. she could barely look at it. the milkmaid style showed off too much grotesque flesh–made her arms look too chunky and wobbly. 

nothing fitted right anymore. she felt hideous in everything, twisting her body to see how her belly poked out in a wrinkled pouch - stretched beyond repair after the twins were born. her ass looked massive, too, akin to a hippo or whale if she had to make a comparison.

but she had to wear something.. no one should have to see the monstrosity that was her marked, loose skin. 

digging through her closet, sweet girl pulled out the only things she knew would fit: the pyjamas she bought three christmases ago, way back when she was at her biggest in the third trimester. 

they were baggy and comfy, a far cry from the silky slips and risque lingerie she used to prefer, but those days were gone. 

now, she was a wife and mother. soft and sweet and gentle like always, but when sweet girl looked at her reflection, she wouldn’t call herself beautiful. she wouldn’t even say pretty. 

dressed in the loungewear, all she could do was dry her eyes and fan her warm cheeks, acting like everything was okay. it was nearly five—time to start dinner.

she walked to the kitchen in silence, hearing her children playing outside in the garden, enjoying the last of the sun. the sound made her smile, watery and weak as one word bounced in her head, strengthened every time her thighs chub-rubbed together.

ugly.

oh, ray. her doofus. her handsome, heartthrob of a husband. 

six years later, he kept his shape, still fairly fit and trim. he was strong enough to lift all three of their children and utterly mouthwatering when he took off his shirt, revealing the softly chiselled abs that never quite melted away. 

sweet girl always said he’d end up a silver fox…and she was right.

a few greys clung to his temples - not a bother as he embraced growing older, now he had a family to love and grow alongside. fine lines marked around his eyes, deepening when he smiled, but sweet girl didn’t care.

he was still the dilf she’d always desired, but her… 

she stabbed another piece of pasta, chewing it slowly as it rested tastelessly on her tongue. the portion on her plate was minuscule–barely bigger than what she’d dished up to their five-year-old, but perhaps…

perhaps that was for the best. 

starting tonight, she would lose the weight. get back into those jeans and reclaim her sundress. 

it was all she could think about whilst cooking dinner, staring into space as she stirred the tomato sauce. she was sure her doofus wouldn’t mind if she used their old gym equipment, and what was a little hunger if she could be beautiful again?

that was it. her mind was made up. 

she pushed the food around her plate once more, deciding that she couldn’t afford the calories, so she’d have to settle for the smell. 

the children laughed. ray, who sat by her side, told his youngest to eat their vegetables as he cut some garlic bread into non-choking bites.

sweet girl, who so often was the light and laughter at the dinner table, barely spoke a word - except to ask her eldest how her day at school went. 

she’s smooth, she thinks. no one knows. no one notices. who would pay attention to her? tugging at her sleeves, she put her knife and fork down, the second to finish the meal after one of her kids decides pasta with peas is yucky.

she laughed. it didn’t reach her eyes. but no one noticed…right?

ray noticed. he noticed everything. he saw it the minute he got home.

after eight years of marriage, he liked to think he knew his wife. he read the room. he rode the vibrations…or whatever the kids on the street were saying. 

the point was, he knew what happiness looked like on his sweet girl - had it memorised two weeks after they met. he saw how the light reflected in her eyes, how her smile grew and grew until she threw her head back, giggled…how she radiated joy like the sun itself.

something was wrong. he just knew it. and he would get to the bottom of it.

during dinner, he said nothing. that was the easy part, given how the children often kept mealtimes busy after a day full of play. 

he washed the dishes without complaint. he always did that. his sweet girl filled their tummies with delicious food - the least he could do was clean up after. 

it gave her a moment to round up their little angels into the playroom as ray pondered at the kitchen sink, cleaning the same plate three times before he snapped back into reality. the more he thought about it, the moodier he became. 

whatever was on her mind–whatever stole the pretty smile from his wife’s face, ray would eliminate it. decimate it. make it cry a thousand tears for upsetting his wife. then, he would use his charms to cheer her up, and after so long together, ray was confident about that. simple.

now, all he had to do was get her alone.

his chance would come in the bedroom, where sweet girl retreated, since she could shove a load into the washing machine and maybe scrub the bathtub if she had the energy.

that was where he found her.

ray stood in the doorway, arms folded, eyes soft, staring at the woman who stole his heart all those years ago. she still hadn’t given it back, but as far as he was concerned, she could keep it for the rest of her life. it belonged with her.

clueless to his presence, ray watched for a couple of minutes as sweet girl stripped their bed, humming under her breath as she removed the sheets and tossed them onto the floor. 

she moved quickly, efficient and experienced, as she left the bare pillows and quilt; it was only when she bundled up the dirty sheets that she turned around and jumped out of her skin.

“doofus!” she cried, nearly dropping the laundry when she saw him leaning against the doorframe, blocking out all the light with his vast bulk. “what are you doing?!”

ray laughed, unfolding his arms with an achingly handsome smile on his face. “can’t a man admire his wife?”

“i’m literally just starting the laundry. nothing much to watch…” she replied, lowering her gaze to the floor when he looked at her like that. like she was worth the admiration. “excuse me–”

she could try and run, but it was futile.

“ah–hold on there!” a hand darted out and caught her elbow, stopping her from escaping out of the room. 

ray held her gently, scooping the sheets from under her arm before tossing them back onto the bed. 

“doofus…” she whined, jerking lightly on the pretence that he was interrupting her chores, but ray didn’t buy it. she could argue all she wanted, but he wouldn’t let go. 

if anything, he held on tighter, hooking a finger under her chin when she refused to meet his gaze. ray stared at his wife, concerned eyes roaming over her face, brows deepening as he saw the signs.

sore, reddish eyes. sticky, blotchy skin. faint streaks down her cheeks. a trembling lower lip, even now. 

he frowned as an uneasy feeling grew in his gut, reigniting the old urge to crush some skulls. because he knew that look. he hated it—more than anything. 

his sweet girl… he gulped before asking. “have you been crying?”

sweet girl gulped, too, before replying. “...no.”

he scoffed lightly. yeah, right, he wanted to say, but even a clueless doofus like him knew not to be so tactless. some of her gentleness had rubbed off on him, and ray had long since mastered the art of keeping his girl sweet.

he sank onto the mattress, taking her into his lap as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. she seemed hesitant at first, hovering on her tiptoe, sliding her feet across the hardwood floor so as not to rest against him fully. it couldn’t have been comfortable, and ray grumbled grumpily until he pulled her warm, soft body against his. 

there was nowhere to run - just him all around her, cradling her trembling form as she breathed against his neck.

“you wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” he asked quietly, still keeping her chin up when all she wanted to do was stare at the walls–floor–ceiling–whatever.

“it’s nothing,” she said, fidgeting with the hairs on the back of his neck. it took all of ray’s strength not to shudder at the chills it sent down his spine.

“it’s not nothing,” he answered firmly - not unkind, but the seriousness in his eyes said it all. he knew it was bullshit, and that was the last thing he expected from her. 

“come on. no secrets between you and me.”

she swallowed thickly, whispering hoarsely. “it’s silly…”

“not to me, it isn’t,” said ray, nuzzling her hair as he rocked them back and forth. “whatever’s made you upset, i’ll kick its ass.”

“s’not really something you can change, doofus,” she replied weakly, gracing him with a tiny laugh because it was like ray to be her knight in shining armour. what a shame she was a frog.

the thought made her sniffle harder, tears trickling down her face as ray cooed and shushed, taken aback by how the floodgates had seemingly opened. 

“hey now…” he said softly, “come on, sweet girl. tell me what’s wrong. whatever it is, we can work it out together.”

“but that’s the problem! we can’t!” 

“sure, we can!” he said in response to her wail, flashing that pearly-white grin that always cheered her up, although now it seemed futile. “we’re a team, you and me. so, just tell me what’s wrong and–”

shaking her head, sweet girl lightly thumped his shoulder before hiding her face in the crook of his neck. even though her voice was muffled against that too-tight shirt of his, ray still heard her wretched cry - loud and clear.

“i’m ugly!”

silence.

ray froze, noticeably tensing under his wife, not uttering a word at all. a deep, foreboding frown slowly creased his handsome face, and sweet girl felt her heart turn to water. her fingers clutched at his shirt, pulling away from the wet patches she’d left to see the fury on his features.

he didn’t speak for a good two minutes - the sound of his strong, controlled breathing and her little sniffles the only things filling the room. then, he spoke, voice shaking with restraint. “...what?”

a tiny whimper escaped her lips, and once she spilt the truth, the dam broke. what she had bottled up came pouring out, piercing her heart with every disclosed insecurity. 

“i’m ugly! i’m hideous! i’m…i’m fat,” she stammered, letting the word sit on her tongue like venom. “there! are you happy? i said it!”

ray swallowed thickly, sounding heartbreakingly wrecked as he hugged his precious wife tighter, praying she wouldn’t disappear as she so clearly wanted. his chest ached–genuinely felt like someone had clawed his heart out and ripped it to shreds, just from looking at her.

he felt like a failure. what sort of man was he? what sort of husband? allowing his wife to think such disgusting thoughts, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “sweet girl…”

“i’m…i’m not like i used to be. i–i can’t fit in any of my old clothes, and i–i’m so much heavier than before, a–and everything about me is big and…and ugly.”

no matter what ray said, sweet girl went on, rambling as she pulled at her baggy pyjama top and poked at the chubbiness hidden beneath. and the longer her doofus stayed silent, speechless at the torrent of lies spewing from his personal goddess, the more anxious and distraught she became.

spiralling, her mind conjured images of supermodels and pageant queens, hot moms and alluring party girls. none of them wore sweatpants, slippers, and yesterday’s t-shirt as she did, but rather, they lined up to take her place, looking so beautiful and young and thin on the arm of a handsome, floofy-haired, crystal blue-eyed ex-hero. 

it was a sobering reality, but as her throat seized up, she managed a ragged breath. “so, i just need some time to get back in shape and then…i’ll be pretty again.”

just the thought of it - prettiness - had a wobbly smile playing on her lips, picturing herself in the garden again, twirling in that old sundress. “i just need some time if you can give it to me…doofus?”

sweet girl looked at him expectantly, but ray didn’t react. he appeared deep in thought, showing little more life than how his thumb rhythmically moved over her hipbone, stroking back and forth as he always did when pondering. 

he grumbled lowly in his throat like an old grizzly bear as his forefinger and thumb came to grip her jaw gently. she blinked–then, he had her gazing into his eyes, forcing her to hold his hard stare as he punched out every forthcoming word - each one angrier than the last.

 "...don't you dare say those things about my wife."

one blink. two blinks. three blinks. 

sweet girl stared back, shrinking at the harshness of her typically gentle doofus, but she couldn’t help but be baffled–both at his scolding tone and the devastation ruining his face. 

"wha--?"

"that's my wife you're talking bad about," said ray, rubbing her back softly in contrast to how fiercely he spoke, oozing love and protectiveness and passion. 

his fingers roamed freely, dipping into her sides, trailing over the squishiness that formed rolls over her hips and stomach whenever she curled up or bent over. "my fucking wife, and she's always been beautiful to me."

she gasped, blinking back tears, yet her mouth still formed a perfect O, not quite believing that he saw her that way after all these years… "but--"

"but nothing. listen to me," he told her, void of laughter and lightness as he angled his body towards the mirror - the same mirror sweet girl wept before just a couple of hours earlier. now, 

she saw a different picture - herself, draped across her husband’s lap with puffy eyes and tearstained cheeks. him, as broad and muscular as ever, holding her trembling figure with a stormy expression, yet there was something different about him.

gentle. deliberate. reverent. 

holding her stare in the reflection, his hand moved to her stomach, a slight tut on his tongue when she tried to squirm away. 

really, he should’ve seen the signs; the last dozen times they’d made love, she always reached for the light switch. she was fully dressed by the time he woke up. their shared showers, where he used to delight in washing her hair and figure, were all but nonexistent. now, ray knew why.

with a wrinkle of his nose, he hummed appreciatively, feeling a flicker of desire inside him when he felt the softness beneath his palm - how it quivered and melted for him. pliant and responsive as it had always been. but no, he had to resist. just for a little while.

"this body...” he muttered, looking at his wife through a half-lidded gaze as he recalled how she swelled and stretched not so long ago, “has given me children. grown and carried them all safely for nine months. nursed them for even longer."

he moved down, maintaining a respectable distance from anything dirty, but he couldn’t help but get a little desperate. as he had done so many times before, he parted her legs and massaged their thickness, smirking when her breath hitched.

"these thighs, sweet girl. god…" he groaned, not missing how she opened them a little wider, allowing him to drift up and down, from her knee to her mid-thigh and higher. 

"all soft and plump when they wrap around my waist, giving me a pillow when i'm eating the best goddamn meal of my life between them." 

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, dizzy from the memory. he never tired of it, not when they were newly dating, nor now, with three kids down the line. before his very eyes, his sweet girl aged like a fine wine, sweeter and softer until he wanted to devour her–press her against a wall, ravish and ravage her like the insatiable man he was. as she made him…

"and don't get me started on these gorgeous tits..." he pulled her closer, pressing a single, open-mouthed kiss to where her shirt pulled, exposing a sliver of cleavage. 

they’d quite easily gone up a size or two after the children came along, and each time he yearned to show her just how mad it drove him. knowing he was the catalyst for all those changes, making her body swell and change and grow life–it had him chubbing up in his jeans right then and there. 

"you really think i'd complain if they got bigger? fuckin' dream come true, darlin'."

he squeezed her breast softly, refraining from anything beyond that, but the point hit sweet girl like a bullet in the heart.

she licked her lips, nervous about her reply, since she never knew he felt… any of that. nothing quite so extreme and serious - enough to have him whining in his throat, nuzzling her neck and breathing her in.

she shifted in his lap, smiling through the tears when she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror. 

"but i'm not...small. not anymore. i’m fat."

"and?" he asked indigantly, thinking it was an ugly word - unworthy of the woman he searched for every room–the one one his mind at every waking moment–the one who returned to bless his dreams every single night. 

"i don't want some stick figure or bag of bones. i want my wife. all of her. every little bit. every big bit."

she smiled, giggling as he kissed the dampness from her cheeks, tickling the sensitive skin with each brush of his stubble. "really?"

"really really." 

ray nodded and turned to what he saw in the mirror. himself, holding the love of his life, whom he had the privilege of growing old with, whatever shape or size that came in. 

"you're beautiful, sweetheart. gorgeous. stunning. smokin’ hot. some might say i have a bit of a crush on you.”

before she could reply, his lips found hers, tasting salt and honey as he unashamedly slipped in his tongue and pulled her to straddle his hips. she could feel what she did to him - long and thick at having such a divine creature above him, hot and needy and perfect like always.

he grunted at her mewls and quiet moans, holding her weight without breaking a sweat as they shifted further back onto the bed. his senses were overloaded with softness, beneath him from the bare mattress and quilt and above at how she rolled against him - writhing atop the sheets she stripped not fifteen minutes ago.

they pulled away with dark eyes and little more than a translucent string connecting their lips, his hands cupping her jaw. a hand snuck to her ass, squeezing it briefly before it came down with a short, sharp slap - enough to make it jiggle and her squeak.

"i don't care if you're bigger now,” he said softly, chest falling and rising rapidly, heart pounding, stomach full of butterflies. he held her hips where he wanted them, but quite frankly, ray was content to stay there for the rest of eternity. 

“all i have is more of you to love."

sweet girl grinned, as bright and as warm as sunshine for the first time in weeks. she leaned down and pecked his lips once more, giggling when, seconds later, he tried to follow her retreating kisses. "...you're such a sap."

he smirked. "but i'm your sap."

"you are...doofus,” she whispered, intertwining their fingers, to which ray brought their hands to his mouth, holding his lips against their wedding rings for ten seconds or longer. "i love you."

"i love you, too, darlin’, and i'll prove it," said the doofus, forever cocky as he dug his heels into the bed, bucking his hips into hers, grinding his hardness between her plush thighs, just to hear his wife laugh and say his name in a scold. it would be breathless and screaming before long.

 "let’s see just how dirty these sheets can get, huh, pretty girl?"

Ray is the sweetest, gentlest, most caring version of himself when it's that time of the month.

He tracks her cycle on the calendar, where Sweet Girl has circled the beginning of doomsday her period with a big, red circle, so he knows when to start being a little more caring

Days before, he's stockpiling all her favourite things - ice cream, chocolate, savoury snacks, iron-rich foods, a new heating pad, blankets, painkillers, and any sanitary products she might need

He's been with many women - he knows what a period is and what to expect, but because he only ever had brief flings or short-lived relationships, he never really got into the nitty gritty

If Sweet Girl sends him to the store for pads/tampons, he's baffled. Why do they sell so many flavours?

Surely a pad is a pad, yet some have wings, some are for nighttime, some are extra long, and others are more absorbent.

Surely, he thinks, all of those things should be included in one super pad. Apparently not.

He is even more confused when a helpful store clerk mentions tampons, pantyliners, and cups.

"A cup? Nah, that's all right. We have enough mugs and glasses at home already." "No, sir. Menstrual cups." "You mean...she needs a special cup?" "Well, it's up to your girlfriend, sir." "Never expected her to get so thirsty."

He's not a doofus for nothing.

So, he returns home with 10 bags of shopping, smiling dopily at his girlfriend because she's gonna be so well-cared for, and it's sweet.

"Honey, I'm home!" "Sweet cheese, what did you buy?" "You said get supplies." "Yeah, for a week, not for the next ten years." "Well, what we buy now, we don't have to buy later." Ray fully expects them to still be together in 10 years' time, even a week after they start dating.

It's a little excessive (Sweet Girl still has spare products in the cupboard from that first shopping trip), but she can rely on him implicitly.

The first time was a little awkward - a little embarrassing for her, but Ray quickly showed his maturity in such a situation.

When the flow begins, he's there. He's ready. He's practically an expert after a couple months.

He grabs a hot water bottle, their fluffiest blanket, and some snacks and sending Sweet Girl to bed.

She's tucked up and comfortable, watching her favourite movie as he strokes her poor, cramping tummy. Or, if she needs space, he'll go wherever she needs him to be, even if it's in the next room because his breathing has suddenly become annoying.

Ray doesn't mind the moodiness; he knows his Sweet Girl is in pain and not being her true self

"Raymond, can you stop breathing so loudly and fuck off?" "Okay, my love." "Wait... I didn't mean it! I'm a horrible person!" "No, you're just grouchy." "Can we cuddle?" "Sure, sweet girl..."

Instead, he focuses on being helpful and taking care of his poor girl.

Her tea goes cold? He's already prepared a fresh pot. The movie has ended? He's right there putting on another of her favourites. She's got chills? He's there as a human blanket with an extra heating pad. More chocolate? He's breaking off a chunk and hand-feeding her.

"Are you comfortable?" "Yes, doofus." "Are you warm enough?" "Yes, doofus." "Are you hungry?" "No, doofus." "...Good." "Doofus?" "Yes, sweet girl?" "I love you." "...I love you, too."

On odd occasions, no matter how well-prepared she is, Sweet Girl is caught off-guard.

She wakes up to a bit of spotting on the bedsheets where she's leaked in the night.

At first, she was mortified, jumping out of bed to try and stop her doofus from seeing because he couldn't possibly know blood comes out of her everything month! (Her brain gets a bit foggy.)

Ray did in fact see, having been woken up when she leapt up in a panic and gasped. He thought something was seriously wrong, ready to tackle a burglar or wrestle a spider until he glanced down at what had his Sweet Girl nearly in tears.

A spot of blood? He doesn't have to say anything else before he's getting her in a warm shower, stripping the bed, and making her some breakfast.

He won't let her cry because there's no need. A real man isn't bothered by a bit of blood.

"I--I'll clean it, and you can--you can go back to sleep. Just give me a se--" "Like hell, you are, sweetheart. That's my job." "But, doofus... don't you think it's gross?" "What? It's no big deal, we'll just wash it." "But doof...the blood." "Captain Man isn't afraid of blood, sweet girl. You just leave it to me."

On a spicier note, once she gets more comfortable around him, Sweet Girl becomes more open to the idea of doing stuff on her period.

Most of the time, she refrains, knowing it'll be messy and a lot of effort - plus she knows most guys would never dream of it.

Ray, however, is not most guys.

During his research (cos you just know he did some research on 'what is a period?') he learned how orgasms can help with cramps and low moods.

Well, Doctor Ray is now in the house.

He offers--puts it on the table, should Sweet Girl be in the mood. Even if she wrinkles her nose at the idea, it's there. He'll do it. Not for himself, but purely so she feels better.

It won't be the first time he's had blood on his hands.

"I'm just saying, sweet girl, offer still stands." "Doofus..." "It's scientifically proven!" "That's the last time I let you go on the internet."

He just wants to help. But really, there isn't much more Ray can do than he already does.

He's the perfect partner to have every month, and Sweet Girl knows how lucky she is.

If Ray could take the pain away and endure it himself, he would. He'd do anything for Sweet Girl.

In fact, he can give her nine months of respite, if she really wants. He's willing and ready.

lawd i need him so bad

doctor!ray, yes. perfect. amazing. HOT. But! picture this.

so, as we know, ray is a bit of a doofus. an idiot. I don't know if he'd survive med school. sweet girl on the other hand. omg she is destined to be a doctor or at the very least a nurse. she's kind and caring and her literal power is healing???

so, sweet girl is the doctor, very much fits into your hospital vibes (that hand on the thigh is immaculate btw). but what's this, ruth? i hear you ask. well, imagine there's been some sort of semi-major disaster - a building on fire, lots of casualties, burns victims and cases of smoke inhalation or getting hurt by falling debris. the hospital is packed, Dr sweet girl is rushed off her feet when another patient gets wheeled into her er.

a FIREFIGHTER has been hurt saving the lives of some children in the building, and he's not happy about it. he's got a broken arm, a burn on his chest, and a gash on his leg from jumping through a window. what kind of doofus would be so reckless when the building was obviously coming down?

well, chief firefighter!ray manchester of SVFD thinks he's indestructible. he's seen some shit. he can walk through fire and come out unharmed - or so he thinks.

dr sweet girl scolds him for putting his life at risk, even if the children got out unharmed. that's all that matter's to chief!ray, who sits and grumbles in the hospital bed as she examines the serious burn he's sustained. it's not life-threatening but it needs treatment, and she tells him not to be a DOOFUS as she administers pain relief. it stings. it burns. ray hates hospitals. he hates it even more that his team, including the rookie, young henry, took a serious beating tonight at that incident, but it's not all bad.

the hospital sucks, but with a pretty girl like this doctor tending to him? well, he can survive. and since he's shirtless, he might as well tense his muscles and impress her. (sweet girl is definitely falling for his charm).

by the time she's finished with him, ray swears he's in love, and he asks if it would be completely unethical for a doctor to go on a date with a patient.

sweet girl laughs and nods. she tells him to take his medicine and then she might MIGHT consider it.

ray's heart skips a beat. he thinks he's smooth with it. he forgets he's hooked up to a heart monitor, and dr!sweet girl sees the moment there's a blip on the screen.