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"I Can RACE It!"

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Core Four Wreck-It Ralph

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I want so badly for these two to interact, that's all I want

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Happy Pi(e) Day, everyone! 💙

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Carry your husband around like a backpack

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Simmer

(( A short fic based on this fun test animation of Tamora cooking by Shawn Lee! Hope you enjoy! ))

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Everything was going wrong.

She was trying to pull her weight by cooking a warm meal but faced adversity at every turn. Water boiled over on the stove, and uncooked pasta covered the floor. The instructions made it seem simple, so why did this feel like the most grueling battle she’d faced today? Why couldn’t she just do it? 

With a shout, she reached for her firearm, targeting the recipe book with a barrage of plasma bullets. As she just about unloaded her clip, the kitchen door swung open.

“Tammy Jean, cease fire!” a voice commanded, cutting through her rage and ending the bombardment. The sergeant lowered her weapon, tucking it back into her inventory as she turned towards the person she’d effectively been “fighting” for.

His small frame stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as he surveyed the room, the distress deepening on his face as he observed the smoking bullet holes peppering his cabinetry. 

“Fix-It…” Tamora whispered as the weight of her actions settled in. As it turned out, adjusting to domestic life was more difficult than any boot camp, and she’d just failed miserably.  

And like any other humbled private, she stood awaiting her reprimands.

“Tamora,” the handyman said after quietly drinking in the scene. “Were you…trying to make dinner?” 

Eyes cast downward, she gave him a sullen nod in response. 

The 8-bit removed his cap to scratch his head, recontextualizing her baffling behavior. 

“Well, I can understand how that can be stressful…But Tammy, you can’t just shoot up the place when things don’t go your way.”

Somehow, the calmness of Felix’s reaction stung worse than the anger she’d expect from anyone else in his shoes. Was this that “killing with kindness” business she’d heard about? If so, she had to admit it was an effective tactic.

“Did you take a calming breath?”

“I did…” Tamora swallowed. “Right before pumping the recipe book full of holes.”

Felix looked down, picking up the Swiss-cheese-like silhouette of his cookbook off the floor.

“You probably should have taken a second breath then, honeybadger,” he chuckled. 

The boiling pot of water caught his attention, and he stepped over to the burner to shut it off. His boot connected with the pot lid on the floor, and he felt its toasty temperature through his gloves as he picked it up. 

“Did you burn yourself?” the handyman looked up at her with concern. 

“It’s fine,” Tamora wrote it off, keeping her arms behind her back. 

“Tam,” Felix replied with a measure of annoyance. He held out his hand, and she reluctantly offered hers. 

His eyes went wide as he inspected her palm and fingers. 

“Well it’s no wonder you got so upset,” he said, gesturing to the red blisters on her delicate skin. “This is not fine.”

With a flick of his wrist, he wielded his hammer and lightly tapped it against her wound. A warm glow washed over her, and the stinging ceased. 

“Thank you…” this was the first time she’d experienced his reparative magic first-hand. She moved her fingers as a soft tingling sensation lingered; so that’s what it felt like. “But that doesn’t excuse what I did. I’m sorry.”

Wincing at the bits of pasta that crunched under her, Tamora knelt to match the handyman’s height. 

“You do so much, and I wanted to contribute. But it all blew up in my face.”

Felix smiled, and stepping over to the far pantry cabinet, pulled out the dustpan and broom.

“Then let's pick up the pieces together,” he said. 

While Tamora worked to sweep up the floor, Felix used his hammer to fix the cabinets and erase every bullet hole he could find. Last, but not least, he tapped the cookbook and flipped through its pages.

“Okay; spaghetti…” he hummed, placing the book on its stand atop the kitchen island. He did a double take at the frayed edges of a page still missing. “Honey? Where is the—” 

“Hmm?” Tamora moved quickly, standing straight as an arrow in front of the corner by the stove. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tammy…” Felix moved his hands to his hips with an incredulous look. 

The sergeant sighed, stepping aside to reveal the book's missing page pinned to the wall with a chef’s knife.

For a moment, the handyman’s mouth hung open, and he closed it in a flat line across his face as he looked up at her. Unfortunately, there was no way around this one. She had very deliberately ripped out a page from his book and stabbed it.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. 

The handyman’s brows furrowed a bit, and he bubbled over with laughter. After a few moments, he gathered himself back up, shaking his head. Goodness, he loved her.

“We’re going to need that knife, sweetheart,” he tittered, gesturing for her to hand it over.

With one last guilty look, Tamora grabbed the handle and pulled back roughly. The knife came loose, and she handed it and the page over.

Felix set the knife down and repaired the torn page. Putting his hammer away, he smoothed his fingers over the book’s surface with a contented sigh.

“Alright, let's get started…” 

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Skinny Dipping

hello!! here is the next installment of the Fresh Start series. time for these guys to clear the air a bit. enjoy!

We've been swimming on the edge of a cliff I'm resistant, but goin' down with the ship It'd be so nice, right? Right? If we could take it all off and just exist And skinny dip in water under the bridge

Felix shivered as the wind blew straight through his jacket, chilling him right down to the bone. His destination was only a couple of blocks from his hotel, so he hadn’t thought it worth the cab fare, but now he was beginning to regret his decision. He burrowed his face into Tamora’s scarf as far as he could without removing his hands from his pockets. With a quick glance up, he saw the sign up ahead—Iron Fitness. Now that his goal was in sight, he quickened his pace and approached the door.

He stepped inside and was immediately soothed by a pleasant warmth. The lobby was bigger than he had expected, with a large glass window providing waiting patrons with a view into one of the rooms where classes took place. The thump of loud music with a heavy bassline could be heard from inside, but it was muffled by the glass. Before he had a chance to look at the activities taking place inside, a voice called out to him.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

Felix turned to find the source of the cheerful voice, a perky woman with a high ponytail seated behind a large reception desk on the far side of the room. He took a few steps closer to her.

“Hi,” he began. “I hope I’m not intruding. Do you know if Tamora is here? Tamora Calhoun? I’m an old friend and I was hoping to say hello.”

Now that he was explaining himself, he was suddenly nervous. He hadn’t asked Tamora if it was alright for him to just stop by like this, and he hadn’t told her he was coming. Was this creepy? Maybe he should go.

“Her class should be finishing up any minute now; that’s her in our showcase room right now,” the young woman explained. “Feel free to hang out until she’s done.”

“Thank you,” he replied, feeling slightly comforted by the friendly demeanor of the receptionist. If it was strange or unusual for friends to stop by, she certainly didn’t let on.

He stepped over to the glass and watched as Tamora led her class through their exercises. She had told him that she taught the most intense class at the gym, and now he could see what she meant. Someone who didn’t know her might think she was angry, given the way she was shouting instructions, but Felix knew better. This level of intensity tended to come out when she was enjoying herself, and he could see the slight glimmer of pride in her gaze as she watched over her students. They had clearly been working hard, judging by the amount of red faces and sweaty shirts in the room, and Tamora had always found a profound satisfaction in pushing others to achieve their best. It was a big part of what had made her such a good sergeant, and why she was chosen to lead basic training. He couldn’t help but smile to himself; he loved seeing her in her element like this.

The music in the room came to a stop, which seemed to mark the end of the class. Tamora imparted words of encouragement as her students gathered their things and left, each one wishing her farewell on their way to the locker rooms. Felix fidgeted nervously as she glanced out into the lobby and locked eyes with him through the window. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and he responded with a small wave and a weak smile. This had seemed like such a good idea before, but now that the moment was here, he was beginning to question his decision. It was too late to back out now—she was leaving the classroom and coming out to see him.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly as she drew near. The warmth in the building that had been so comforting a moment ago was suddenly unbearable, and he found himself wishing he hadn't bundled up so thoroughly.

“Hey,” she said, coming to a stop a couple of feet away from him. She appeared to be confused by his presence, and there was something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this,” he began. “In one of your messages yesterday you mentioned that you were usually free around this time, so I thought maybe…”

He trailed off as her eyes widened ever so slightly and he suddenly recognized that she was nervous. It was out of character for her, and it made him feel unsettled.

“You know what, you’re probably busy,” he said, taking a step backward. “I shouldn’t have come by. I’m sorry I bothered you.”

The sudden change of course startled her out of her nerves, and she took a step closer.

“Felix, it’s okay,” she assured him. “You’re not bothering me. What did you want to say?”

He took a deep breath and steeled himself to say the words he had rehearsed in his mind all morning.

“I want to thank you for everything you did for me last night,” he said. “I was hoping maybe I could treat you to a coffee and we could talk about things.”

Tamora paused. Yesterday, all she wanted was to sit down and talk things out with Felix, but after the confession he had made last night, the idea made her anxious. Her feelings for him had been kept safely guarded for three years now, and she wasn’t prepared for him to dig them back up. He sensed her hesitation and began to fidget nervously.

“If now’s not a good time, I completely understand,” he said. “I just thought it might be good for us to clear the air.”

She glanced briefly up at the clock and weighed her options. All morning, she had been wrestling with uncertainty; what was he truly trying to convey by telling her he wished he'd fought harder for her? Was he trying to tell her that he wanted to rekindle their relationship? Did he even remember saying it? If she declined his invitation, she would only sit and stew in her feelings all day. If she talked to Felix, at least she might have some sense of clarity.

“Alright,” she agreed. “There’s a coffee shop across the street. Give me ten minutes to get cleaned up and I’ll meet you there.”

By the time Tamora entered the small coffee shop, Felix had already ordered their coffee and found a secluded table near the window. At the sound of the small bell over the door signaling her arrival, he stood, giving her a smile. He pulled out her chair as she drew near, waiting until she was settled before taking his own seat.

“I went ahead and ordered for you,” he said. “Let me know if it’s not right and I’ll get you something else.”

She picked up the warm mug and took a thoughtful sip, unable to hide her surprise when she discovered that the beverage was prepared exactly to her liking.

“It’s perfect,” she replied. “Thank you.”

They shared a smile that felt strangely intimate. It pleased him more than he cared to admit that he still knew her so well.

“So,” Tamora said, clearing her throat, “how are you?”

“I’m okay. Tired, but I feel more embarrassed than anything else,” he admitted. “Havin’ to call Ralph this morning and explain my drunken behavior is something I never want to do again.”

He chuckled at his own expense and Tamora gave him a sympathetic smile.

“He was worried about you,” she replied. She looked down at her coffee as she finished her thought. “So was I.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said. His voice sounded heavier than it had a moment ago, and Tamora looked back up at him. “That talk we had about our breakup brought up some feelings that I wasn’t expecting and I just didn't know how to talk to you about it.”

She could see in his eyes that this had been weighing on him.

“I was really hurt. I had accepted the way our relationship ended, but finding out it wasn’t how I thought it was made it feel brand new again,” he explained, staring down into his coffee cup. He took a deep breath and looked back up into her eyes before continuing. “But that is not an excuse for the way I’ve treated you.”

“Felix,” she said, staring at him in disbelief, “none of this would have happened if I had been honest with you from the start. You don’t need to apologize.”

Suddenly, those icy blue eyes of hers boring into his were too overwhelming for him to look at. He shook his head firmly, casting his eyes downward once more. 

“Yes, I do,” he said. “I lost control of my anger and said terrible things to you, and then I got so drunk you had to come get me. And even after everything I had just done, you still took care of me.”

His brow furrowed as he reflected on his recent behavior. 

“When I look back at the past couple days, I don’t even recognize myself. I don’t think I’ve ever raised my voice at you before.” His voice cracked as the realization sank in. “I thought I was better than that.” 

“You’ve also never gotten drunk with Gene,” Tamora said, ducking her head in an effort to meet his eye. “And, to my knowledge, you’ve never injured yourself kicking a wrought-iron trash can.”

His confusion only lasted a moment before a laugh broke free from his chest. It was brief, but it was enough to ease the tension between them.

“You’re right about that,” he said, a hint of a smile still lingering on his lips. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.” 

“Just try not to let there be a second,” she teased. 

As he took a sip of coffee, Tamora took a moment to look at him — to really look. She’d never seen him so worn down: his eyes were somehow both puffy and sullen, red eyelids contrasted against the purple shadows outlining his eye sockets. Although his nose and cheeks were always flushed when the weather was cold, she knew the deep pigment on his nose was likely a result of excessive nose-blowing rather than the climate. She hated knowing that she was the one to cause him so much pain. He finally allowed himself to look back up at her and her gaze softened.

“Felix, it’s okay,” she said. “I’ve done my fair share of stupid things when I was angry. I understand. But that’s not who you are.” 

His eyes began to water and she briefly regretted saying anything. But she recognized the relief on his face, and when she reached across the small table to place a comforting hand on his arm, she felt his muscles relax under her grip. 

“Thank you,” he said. 

She gave him a reassuring smile.

"I know there's more that we should talk about, and I want us to be able to have those conversations," he explained. "But I think I need a little time."

Tamora nodded in understanding.

"I know."

He reached for a napkin and dabbed at the corners of his eyes before any tears could fall.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your day like this," he said. "I just couldn't leave town without making sure we were okay."

His emotions had calmed considerably, but she could tell that he still hadn't fully allowed himself to let go of his guilt. She hadn't realized until now how important this conversation was to him.

"We are," she said, giving his arm a squeeze. "We're okay."

"Good." He gave her a watery smile.

"Now," she began, reaching for her coffee, "how was your big, important meeting this morning?"

He took a calming breath, grateful for the change of subject.

"It was good. They've started talking about putting together the team that’s gonna run the new location,” he explained. “They want to bring some people from back home instead of hiring a brand new team.

"Sounds to me like there might be an opportunity for a promotion," she nudged.

"They haven't made any decisions," he said, waving off her suggestion. "But they do want me to be a little more involved in the next few months, so it looks like I'll be back soon."

"Oh, looks like there might finally be someone around who recognizes all your hard work," she said.

"We'll see," he said, unable to hold back his smile at her words. "I was hoping we could make plans the next time I'm here if I promise not to drink."

It surprised her to see him joking at his own expense; just a few moments ago, he had been agonizing over his drunken behavior. It was a relief to see that he seemed to be moving past it now. In the past, he let things like this eat away at him for months, and it was refreshing to see him maturing in that aspect.

"I'd like that," she replied.

They shared a smile across the table.

"And since it looks like you're making a habit out of visiting here, those plans had better involve a shopping trip for a new coat."

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A five-pack of random japanese-style felix stickers.

which - one - would you like to purchase if they were sold for $8? (REPLY)

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My Man

take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man

uhhh hey! sorry it's been a while. I've been trying to get back into the swing of things by rereading some of my old fics, and while reading The Man, I remembered that I had always had a vague idea of what the aftermath of that fic would look like in the back of my mind. I decided to try and flesh it out into a fic of its own, which is um. very nsfw. I hope you enjoy!

This must be heaven. It had to be, because there was no earthly explanation for the pampering Felix was receiving. For the warm glow of candles illuminating the room, for Tamora’s soft hands massaging soothing oil into his tired muscles. He’d been confused when he arrived home and was immediately ushered into the shower, and he’d made a poor show of hiding his disappointment when she declined to join him. After her surprise visit to him at work, he’d been itching to make love to her again.

While he was sulking in the shower, she was transforming their bedroom into a peaceful haven, lighting vanilla-scented candles and covering their bedspread with fluffy towels. He was overwhelmed with love for her as she settled him on his stomach and straddled his lower back. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear to protect her clothes from the massage oil she was gently working into his skin. The massage was intimate, but not inherently sexual; he swore he could feel the love emanating from her palms as she showered him with attention. Her thumbs met on either side of his spine and he hummed as she worked the tense muscles.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” he sighed.

His eyes were closed, but he heard her chuckle above him.

“Good.”

“Y’know, I’ve never had a massage before,” he said.

“I don’t know if this counts,” she mused. “I’m not exactly a professional.”

“Mm, this is so much better than any professional massage,” he replied.

“And why is that?”

He opened his eyes, and she leaned to the side to meet his gaze.

“Because I’m in love with the masseuse.”

Often, she would tease him for such a cheesy comment, but the events of the day had softened her heart too much to make light of it. Instead, she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, eliciting a giggle when the ends of her short hair tickled his nose.

“I love you, too.”

They fell into a companionable silence as her hands branched out toward his shoulders. Her touch became more gentle as her fingertips brushed over the pink marks her nails had left behind earlier. He sighed blissfully as he soaked up her attention.

“Relaxed?” Tamora asked.

“This is amazing,” Felix nodded. “When you mentioned a massage, I didn’t realize you were gonna do all this. I feel so special.”

“Well, you deserve a little special treatment,” she replied. “You work hard, and you had a big day.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled with a smile, cheeks flushed pink at the memory.

Her fingertips ran a featherlight path over the scratch marks on his shoulders, making him shiver. From her place on his back, she could see his hands twitch, could feel him shift slightly beneath her. She smiled to herself; his desire was clear. Pumping more oil into her hand, she focused her attention on his left bicep, her slender fingers gently working the tight muscle. The more time she spent doting on him, the more she came to appreciate everything that Felix—this body, these muscles, these callused, gentle hands—did for her on a daily basis.

“You’re always doing little things to make me feel appreciated,” she said. “After I came by to see you today, I realized it’s been a while since I did something like that for you.”

“Tammy, you know you don’t have to do anything for me,” he said, his voice soft. “I’m already the happiest man on earth because I get to come home to you.”

His words quirked her lips up into a smile before she had a moment to resist. At times like this, she struggled to believe someone like Felix could exist; he was simply too good for this world. Switching to his right arm, Tamora gathered her thoughts. There was an ulterior motive to this surprise, and now seemed like the right moment to discuss it.

“Well,” she began with a smile, “we’ll need to make sure you’re in top shape if you’re gonna be building us a house.”

It took a moment before he registered her meaning. His eyes snapped open, and he attempted to push himself up and twist around to look at her.

“Lay back down, I’m not done!” she said with a laugh, gripping his shoulders to remain upright.

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, eyes bursting with excitement. “You’ll let me build you a house?”

Her gaze softened as he spoke. It was unbelievable to her that he was so excited about the prospect of completing such an enormous task, but that was her Felix.

“There’s a lot to consider,” she said, “but I think we should definitely look into it.”

He twisted further, and she recognized the silent plea in his eyes and leaned down to kiss him before he could pull a muscle and ruin all her hard work. This seemed to appease him, and he moved his body back toward the mattress.

“You won’t regret it, Tammy Jean,” he said, smiling so wide it threatened to split his cheeks. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”

“I know you will,” she said with a fond smile. “Now, relax.”

He settled back down and closed his eyes, but nothing could wipe the smile off his face. As she smoothed her hands over his back, he tried his best to relax once more, but he was so thrilled he knew the effort was futile.

“What made you change your mind?” he asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

“I’d never really thought about it before,” she answered. “I have everything I need here, and I never bothered to imagine anything else. But hearing you talk about what our future could look like, I could envision it so clearly.”

There was a moment of pause as Tamora reflected, and Felix waited patiently for her to continue.

“The more I thought about it, the more I realized you were right. It would be nice to have a place that we could make our own,” she continued. “Something that belongs to us.”

She was grateful that he couldn’t easily see her face as she spoke. While she had come a long way in terms of voicing her feelings to him, it was sometimes overwhelming to do so to his face. The love that burned in his eyes could be so bright at times that it felt like staring into the sun.

“And, with you in charge, I know I won’t have to worry about the quality of the construction,” she said, smiling along with him. She sat up on her knees. “Turn over for me.”

“Don't you worry, I'll make sure everything is perfect,” he said as he rolled onto his back. She could practically see hearts in his eyes as she settled back down on top of him. “The finest materials, the best construction, the most trustworthy crew. You can even come by and help me supervise if you want.”

“I think I’d rather put your handiwork to the test like we did today,” she said suggestively, reveling in the way his cheeks flushed at the comment.

“You’re in a bit of a precarious position to be bringin’ that up,” he replied, glancing down to where she was seated on his pelvis. “Unless you’re plannin’ to act on it.”

The glimmer of hope in his eyes made her laugh as she reached for the massage oil and squeezed more into her palm.

“Nice try,” she smirked. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

She ran her hands up the length of his torso, stopping once they reached the curve of his neck.

“This feels so nice,” he sighed, “but it’s startin’ to feel like you’re teasing me on purpose.”

Her hands glided across his chest and down his arms until their fingers were interlinked.

“Maybe I just want to see you all oiled up,” she replied with a quirk of her brow. “Ever consider that?”

He glanced away, bashful in the face of such a comment. She took a moment to admire him; the vivid blush darkening his cheeks made his eyes that much more striking. His round nose and soft jawline made him appear somewhat boyish, but the tough hands that enveloped hers were undoubtedly that of a man—strong, sturdy, and unwaveringly supportive.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” he said. He was trying to keep up with her teasing, but she could hear the slight breathlessness in his voice. “All this attention might start goin’ to my head.”

She smiled down at him.

“Good.”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his in a heated kiss and felt him exhale deeply against her. His hands quickly became restless in her grasp as he finally allowed himself to embrace the desire that had been simmering in the pit of his stomach for the better part of the day. He shifted his hips against hers and she chuckled.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, craning his neck to kiss her again.

Tamora released his hands, gently pushing him down by the shoulders until he was pressed back against the mattress.

“Me too,” she replied. “But after the way I put you to work earlier, I want you to relax.”

She pressed a few soft, slow kisses along his jaw.

“So why don’t you take it easy and let me take care of you?”

Felix shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He nodded in response to her query, and immediately he felt her soft lips on his neck. It was unusual for him to be the sole recipient of so much attention—his primary focus was always his wife’s pleasure—but she had worked him into such a state of relaxed euphoria that he couldn’t resist. His hands slipped down by his sides until they found purchase in the soft skin on her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh as her kiss became more aggressive. He huffed in disappointment when she eased off.

“Leave a mark,” he uttered, voice wavering slightly with desire.

“You won’t be able to hide it if you keep taking your shirt off at work,” she replied.

“I don’t want it hidden,” he shot back.

“Is that so?”

“It’s no secret that I belong to you,” he said. “And the fellas at work already saw the scratches you left behind earlier."

"Oops," she chuckled.

Her lips returned to his neck, and he hummed with pleasure as she sucked at his skin. A shockwave of excitement ran up his spine as her teeth sank into his flesh, and a satisfied smile eased its way onto his lips as she tended to the spot with her tongue. Without looking, he could already tell that there would be an impressive mark left behind beneath his shirt collar.

Any attempt to continue the massage was long forgotten as they both allowed their hands to roam. His hands smoothed up her back until they reached the clasp of her bra. Before he could ask her permission to remove it, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss and shrugged her shoulders out of the straps. Taking this as his cue to continue, he unclasped her bra and helped her discard it. She pressed her chest against his, and he relished the skin-to-skin contact. When she lifted herself up enough for him to touch her, he noticed that some of the massage oil had rubbed off on her, and he delighted in the way her breasts slipped in and out of his grasp.

Tamora hummed, leaning into his touch as his callused palms glided over her nipples. She pressed down on his lap, gently rocking her hips against his and taking great satisfaction in the way his hands briefly froze against her as he gasped. He was already hard, she could feel his erection between her legs as she moved, and knowing that he had likely been fighting to keep his arousal under control for hours turned her on more than she cared to admit. 

Despite his arousal, Felix was in no rush to move things along. Her visit to him at work had been exciting, the sort of risk that kept things interesting. Those moments made him feel like a teenager riding the thrill of desire without a second thought. He’d never experienced that sort of desperation in his youth, and it was refreshing to throw caution to the wind when the opportunity presented itself. 

But he and Tamora weren’t teenagers sneaking around, they were husband and wife. They knew one another fully, and the love he carried for her stretched to the farthest corners of his heart. What he cherished more than anything were these moments, when they shut out the rest of the world and simply enjoyed being together. As far as he was concerned, they were the only two people in existence, and they had all the time in the world. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gently pulled her in for a deep kiss, his free hand smoothing down her back and allowing his fingertips to slip just below the waistband of her underwear.

“I thought I might have worn you out earlier,” she murmured, grinning against his lips. “Glad to see I was wrong.”

“Mm, Tammy, I’ve been buzzin’ since the minute you left,” he replied. His fingers shifted further beneath the fabric, pressing into her soft flesh. “I haven’t stopped thinkin about how it felt when you pounced on me at work.”

“Tell me.”

“I just felt so…wanted,” he explained. “I know you want me. You’ve never made me doubt it. But today you didn’t care about anything else that was going on, you just wanted me right then and there…”

He struggled to gather his thoughts as she pressed heated kisses along his jawline.

“And the way you talked to me… I didn’t know a few simple words could light me up like that,” he admitted. 

“Yeah? You like hearing what a big, strong man you are?” she purred in his ear.

“I like hearin’ you say that I’m your man.”

His honesty gave her a moment of pause. It went without saying that he was her man; they were married, and they had been for several years. However, she quickly realized that his sentiment shouldn’t have surprised her. She remembered quite clearly how thrilled he had been to be referred to as her husband in the months following their wedding. While the formality of these titles had never mattered to Tamora, they were clearly a source of pride for Felix. It made perfect sense that the right title would rile him up in bed.

She planned to have some fun with this discovery.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” 

He shivered as she spoke, her lips pressed against his ear.

“How good it felt when my man picked me up and fucked me against the wall.” 

The words drew an involuntary moan from his lips; they rarely used such coarse language with one another, and the shock alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He couldn’t explain the surge of energy that began pulsing through his veins, quieting every thought in his head until there was nothing left but desire. His hand began gently tugging at the waistband of her underwear, and Tamora grinned. She loved Felix and his polite and considerate nature, but it was always exciting when he stopped resisting the urge to take. He could take whatever he wanted from her; there was no one she trusted more.

After slipping out of her own underwear, Tamora pulled off Felix’s boxers. A renewed sense of hunger lit up her eyes as his cock sprang to life before her; she simply couldn’t help herself as her oiled hand wrapped itself around his girth and began pumping. Although she hadn’t let it show, all this waiting had been driving her mad. She felt her walls clench involuntarily as his erection pulsed in her grip, signaling her need. 

Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her hips and pulled her forward until she was poised above him, and a thrill ran down her spine at his display of impatience. Finally, she put an end to their suffering and guided his tip to her entrance. Without hesitation, he shifted his hips and buried himself deep inside her. They both sighed in relief as they settled into a slow rhythm together.

“Is this what you wanted?” she spoke low in his ear.

He released a shuddering breath and nodded.

“Good,” she replied. “My man deserves a treat after a long day at work.”

“Tammy,” he sighed, winding his arms around her. “You’re so good to me.”

It overwhelmed him then, the events of the day, how seen and known and loved he felt because of her. He had spent all day fantasizing about this moment, coming home and making love with his wife, and somehow the reality was better than anything he could’ve imagined.

He craned his neck to kiss her, and Tamora met him halfway for a moment of passion. Though an almost desperate desire fueled their actions, they maintained a steady, controlled pace, allowing themselves to relax into their intimacy instead of rushing through it. There was something romantic about making love this way—holding each other close, appreciating every little sound and touch, and Felix cherished these occasions more than anything. 

Before long, he felt the unmistakable twinge of pleasure in his abdomen that told him he was approaching his orgasm. An upward glance at Tamora’s face revealed that she was on the same path. The slow buildup was as delicious as it was tortuous, embers slowly building into flames that licked their insides in all the best ways. Every needy sound that escaped their lips was more desperate than the last, yet they didn’t give in to the urge to speed up their ascent. 

His hands slid down her body to grab her backside and she gasped as he used his grip on her to guide her hips more firmly against his. The push and pull of his hands was gentle but insistent, and soon his own thrusts deepened, hitting her just right and causing her to cry out in pleasure. The sound was nearly enough to undo him as he struggled to maintain the unhurried pace that had come so naturally just a moment ago. 

“Oh, Tammy…” he stammered, his grip weakening as he began to lose himself to pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled.

“Yes ma’am.”

His voice was breathless, both with desire and reverence. Her command renewed his sense of control, at least enough to make sure that his wife was fully satisfied. His hands squeezed and groped at her supple flesh as he helped her grind against him. She was so beautiful, and her body was so perfect in his arms, writhing on top of him, it was all he could do not to burst. No doubt she could feel his struggle as his cock pulsed inside her; any second now, he would lose control of himself, he was sure of it. 

Suddenly, he felt her hips jerk out of rhythm with his, and he looked up to watch as pleasure overtook her. The sound of her moans was so sweet, and her walls clenched around him just right, he was defenseless as she pushed him over the edge along with her. Neither of them held back their sounds of ecstasy as they rode the high together, finally releasing the pent-up tension they had both spent the afternoon keeping at bay. They held one another close as they slowly worked their way back down, still panting noisily as they slowed to a stop. 

Felix reached up to spoon a bit of hair behind Tamora’s ear so that he could press an exhausted but content kiss to her lips. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he closed his eyes and soaked in the moment as his body began to calm. She was a few seconds ahead of him, and he smiled as he felt her fingertips brush through his hair. 

“Relaxed?” 

“Mmhmm.” His smile grew as he heard her chuckle. “Now you might’ve worn me out for the day.”

“Well, I’d say you’ve earned it,” she replied. “So long as you can stay awake long enough to have a slice of the pie that’s cooling on the counter.”

His eyes slid open, looking up at her face to gauge the sincerity of her words. She smiled down at him without a trace of teasing, and an incredulous laugh escaped him before he could stop himself.

“You mean to tell me that on top of all of this,” he gestured to the candles adorning the room and the massage oil on the nightstand, “you made me a pie today?”

Tamora nodded, and the look of pride on her face made him fall even more deeply in love with her—a feat he hadn’t even thought possible prior to this moment.

“I really am the luckiest man on the planet,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I love you.”

It was almost enough to make her laugh. Felix was building them a house, but a few thoughtful acts had him convinced that he was the lucky one. She knew it would be pointless to argue with him, however. The fact that she was present in his life at all appeared to be some sort of miracle to him, and she had learned a long time ago that he couldn’t be convinced otherwise. Deep down, she held him in the same regard, and while she couldn’t express it as easily as he could, at times like this, she hoped he could feel it. 

“I love you, too.”

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Merriment

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a short, light-hearted little fic for you all. Inspired by this conversation I had a few years ago with some friends. Credit to @guilty-as-battery-charged and @kittysfigurines24 for their parts!

Felix prepared to put the finishing touches on Niceland Apartments for Christmas, now that Mr. Litwak had left for vacation. From his perch on the eastern fire escape, he wrapped and stapled a cord of garland around the white brick ledge separating the eighth and ninth floors. Nicelanders milled about below him, busying themselves with stringing lights on the trees and bushes. The golden beams of the setting sun outside the doors of the arcade lit up the strands of tinsel lining the windows, and the handyman stopped to admire everyone's work. He had left Ralph and Vanellope in charge of the lights on the front of the building, since Ralph could easily navigate the vertical space without tools and had never had a chance to decorate before. His colleague presently climbed up and down the building, stringing lights as he went, while his friend glitched between rooms to secure the lights to hooks installed along the windowsills. "Almost done?" Felix jumped in surprise, looking up to see Tamora descending from the tenth floor's fire escape. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "I was just takin' in the second-prettiest sight around here before it suddenly got upstaged." He smiled and placed a hand on her leg. She grinned back and affectionately pinched her husband's reddened cheek. "With a honeyglow like that, we're not gonna need all those lights." "Well they're just about ready, and I've got the ledges all gussied up!" The handyman tied a red-and-gold bow to the corner of the garland setup. "How're the connections?" "All the bulbs are working," she replied with a thumbs-up. "I've got 'em wired up on three separate lines so the whole display doesn't have to go down if one strand burns out." "Aww thanks ladylove, that'll save me a lotta headache later in case anything takes a turn." They glanced over to where Ralph and Vanellope were finishing up, the wrecker and racer giggling at something as they threaded the ends of the wires together. "With those two, you can bet on it." Tamora leaned against the brick siding. "Best outcome's that the building's still standing." "I'm sure they'll do just fine, Tammy. Everyone’s—" "Hey Felix! All done!" Vanellope shouted from around the corner. "That's great, Vanny! You two go ahead down, Tammy and I'll be right with you!" Tamora spent the entire descent restraining a chuckle. Felix was just delighted that she felt the holiday spirit. A crowd of Nicelanders gathered around the front of the building as the four of them brought out the cables. "Ready?" Ralph shook out the cord one last time to remove any coils. "You do the honors, brother!" "Alright, drumroll please!" 

Vanellope leapt up with a devious smile and pounded her hands against Ralph's head as the wrecker pushed the two plugs together. For an instant, the crowd oohed and aahed at the lights, before dissolving into muttering and horrified gasps when they noticed the particular shapes. The word "PEE" (spelled out in appropriately yellow lights) shone proudly across the entire ninth and tenth floors of the apartment building, which otherwise stood resplendent in festive bows and ribbons. From somewhere in the crowd emerged a scandalized noise—between a yelp and a bark—that could only belong to Gene, but it was quickly drowned out by two distinct peals of laughter from the pair of best friends rolling on the ground. "Ralph! Vanellope!" Felix turned to them in a panic. He hopped up and waved his arms, knowing full well it was futile in hiding the spectacle from anyone who could see their screen across the arcade. "H-hey relax Felix, we—hah!—still put up the regular ones behind it," Ralph sputtered out. "Just gotta take down the yellow string and plug in the one underneath instead." "Yeah c'mon, we planned ah-ahead!" Vanellope chimed in, struggling to stand up and popping a candy cane back in her mouth. Felix sighed and put his face in his hands. He should've known that neither of them would've dissuaded whichever one came up with the idea. How they carried out the plan in plain sight was a mystery to him; it was almost impressive. He couldn't help but have a giggle at it himself. "Oh-heh-okay, okay you two, just please put those back to normal later tonight. At least the ground display is still all—Tammy Jean!" The sergeant, who had crept off in the confusion, snickered as she set the last lovingly-crafted wooden letter in place on the building's side lawn facing East Niceland. The display originally read "MERRY CHRISTMAS" in whimsical block lettering carved by Felix himself; her tampering had rearranged it to cheerfully announce "ASS TIME". After taking a moment to admire her handiwork, she strolled over to where the rest of the group stood and fist-bumped an uproariously-laughing Ralph and Vanellope, with a bewildered Q*bert looking on.  "Nice one, Sarge!" "Sugarplum! You were in on this too?!" Felix, in disbelief, attempted in vain to cover Vanellope's eyes. "I needed a diversion and they needed a parallel circuit," she shrugged. He stood in silence for a minute, looking from the lawn display to the lights, to the concerned Nicelanders, to his family gathered around him. The diminutive man took a deep breath and let out the tension in his posture. "All right fellas, I'll admit when I'm beat. You got me. And..." He risked a glance at the cutesy wooden letters again and a snort escaped him. Well, it made his gal smile, and it wasn't insulting anyone. "...that is kinda funny—" "Don’t worry, we won't tell the 'stache over there," Vanellope nudged her head in Gene's direction and hopped onto Ralph's shoulder. The mayor still grumbled to himself about the lights, martini in hand, and luckily hadn't noticed much else. "I'm sure he'll have something to say to me about it anyways. He always does..." Felix sheepishly adjusted the back of his hat as the pair headed off to take down their extra string of lights. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, consider that an invitation for later," Tamora grinned and pointed to her rearranged display before heading back to fix it. Felix stood silent for a few seconds, then flushed at the realization. "A-ah coming—lemme give you a hand with that, Tammy!"

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Getting Cozy

((Getting into the wintertime mood with a bit more Hero's Cuties NSFW, please enjoy the cozy vibes!))

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Tamora turned off the gas stovetop as the garage door creaked open. Felix stood in the doorframe, turning around to remove his snow-covered boots before stepping inside. Closing the door behind him, he let out a small groan. 

“This winter is something else,” he shook his head, having just completed shoveling snow from their driveway for the nth time. He peeled off his gloves, surprised when a warm mug was brought toward his chilled fingers. 

“Here,” Tamora smiled. “I think I got it just right this time.” 

The smell of fresh hot cocoa wafted through the air, delighting the handyman’s olfactory. Graciously, he accepted, taking a careful sip from the steaming cup. 

“Oh Tammy,” Felix said after savoring its sweet taste. “You nailed it.” 

She did a little fist pump, making her beau laugh. Stepping forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. 

“Thank you, ladylove!” he grinned, placing a kiss on her cheek and nuzzling her face.

The moist cold from his jacket, plus the icy temp of his cheeks and nose made the sergeant yelp, leaning away as his head dipped towards her neck. 

“You’re freezing!” she laughed, breaking loose from his grasp as he skilfully kept his mug upright. 

“And you’re so warm—” Felix rebutted, setting his cocoa down for a two-armed approach. Tamora gasped as she was lifted up and set down on the edge of the kitchen counter. “I need more.”

She obliged him with a kiss, cupping his cold, red face in her palms. Loosening their grip on the sergeant’s thighs, Felix’s hands began to wander, his frigid knuckles sending goosebumps along her skin when he explored underneath her sweater. Delighted to discover she hadn’t put on her bra, he brushed his fingers along her bare breasts.

 A satisfying shiver shot up Tamora’s spine as he toyed with her, thawing himself in the process. With a bit more necking, Felix was sufficiently warmed up and then some. Unzipping his heavy jacket, he peeled it off and let it pool on the floor to quickly return to pleasing his lady.

“Hey,” she said in a tone that gave him pause. Looking up at her, she pointed to the abandoned mug sitting nearby. “I worked hard on that; drink it while it's hot.”

He reached for the handle and brought it over. 

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, taking generous gulp after generous gulp as she watched. 

“You were kind of hot in that jacket,” Tamora commented, nearly making him spit up his drink. 

“I sure was!’” he joked. “I’ll melt if I put it back on.”

“Fine,” she huffed, eyeing him as he polished off his coca, still able to admire how good he looked in his blue flannel and dark jeans. “But don’t take anything else off.”

Felix shook his head, amused by his lady’s request. But if that’s what was getting her going, how could he possibly decline? With a grin, he picked her up from the counter, knowing just how to enhance her cozy wintertime fantasy. Placing her in the living room, he tended to the fire he’d built to warm up the house early in the morning. Satisfied with the flames, he reached for the blankets on the couch, laying them on the floor beside the fireplace along with some pillows. 

Flipping off the lights, the handyman dove onto the makeshift pad, getting into a stereotypical “sexy” pose before patting the space next to him. 

Tamora laughed, rolling her eyes as she knelt on the soft fabric. At first, she thought it was over the top, but as Felix began to caress her as she lay beside him, her core lit up like the embers dancing in the hearth. 

The handyman picked up on her heavy-lidded look, taking charge as he moved on top of her. Fingers intertwining, they picked up where they’d left off in the kitchen. Felix’s lips wandered, grazing her neck and teasing her collarbone, which peeked from just under her sweater. 

Tamora wiggled her hands free, surprising her beau when she quickly removed her top. He had only assumed that if he was keeping his clothes on, so was she. 

“Interesting…” Felix remarked with a quirk of his brow. “You can take yours off, but I can’t?”

“Affirmative,” she deadpanned. He shook his head again, unsure what she was getting out of all this. 

“You’re the boss,” he shrugged, unbuttoning her bottoms and peeling them off her long legs, underwear following suit. Felix took a moment to marvel at the way her skin glowed in the firelight, ghosting his fingers back up past her knees and along her thighs toward her center. Gently, he explored her folds; she was moist, but not quite ready yet. 

An easy fix. 

Propping her hips with a pillow, the handyman ducked between her legs. He felt his lady shiver with each kiss as he peppered them along her inner thigh, building the anticipation before finally running his tongue along her labia and upwards to circle her clit. 

“Felix…” Tamora moaned, grasping at the blankets as she was lapped in pleasure. He smiled, his soft laugh making her jump.

“You taste so sweet,” he hummed, wanting for more.

“You sure it’s not the cocoa?” she teased, its chocolatey notes drifting from the kitchen to the rest of the home. No doubt it was playing tricks on his senses.

“No, it’s you,” Felix seemed sure as he licked his lips. “Definitely you.”

Grasping her hips to pull her closer, he ramped up the intensity with some light suckling followed by quick flicks of the tongue. This drove his lady wild, her legs tensing around his head as she squirmed. The handyman eased off, letting her relax before ramping up again, repeating those steps until he knew she was close. Eager to put her over the edge, he dipped two fingers into her folds as his tongue focused on her clit. 

Curling his digits upwards, he paid close attention to Tamora’s reactions, knowing he’d found the sweet spot when her back arched off of the floor. Stimulating her from both sides, he kept a steady rhythm as his lady’s needy noises grew louder and more frequent. Her legs trembled as they tensed around him once more, letting out one last desperate cry as she climaxed. He moved with her as she writhed, wanting to give her every bit of pleasure that he could. 

It took some time to come back from her high, but when she did, Felix was right there, pecking her cheek softly and stroking her curves as he lay beside her.

“Damn,” Tamora couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a mess she was, skin glistening with sweat in the golden light washing over them both. She could only imagine how enticing she looked to the handyman next to her, and yet he’d put his desires aside to make sure she was cared for. He smiled at her warmly as she turned on her side, and responding with a smile of her own, she reached for his belt. 

Felix sighed when the front of his jeans was released. It had gotten mighty tight behind the thick denim. Another pulse of desire overtook Tamora when she pulled his erection free, seeing how hard he’d gotten. 

“Oh, Tammy…” he shuddered as she stroked him, the quivering of his voice giving away just how badly he needed her. 

Hooking a leg to his hip, she brought herself closer, grinding the tip of his penis in a circular motion. Felix let out a huff of air, making small adjustments until he was able to push himself inside. His thrusts were shallow, but still wholly satisfying as the pair writhed in a tangle of limbs over the blankets. 

The handyman’s hold became more desperate as they went on, moving from her shoulder, down to her rear as he groped with just the right amount of pressure. Tamora moaned into his mouth as he fine-tuned his position, slightly leaning over her to penetrate more deeply. 

Both of them nearing release, the sweet mushing of their bodies turned frantic, each holding the other in place to keep their connection as intimate as possible. Felix felt her walls pulsing around him as she let out another loud cry, helping greatly in his race toward his own orgasm.

Burying his head into his lady’s shoulder, he shuddered as he came, pushing into her in sync with the beats of pleasure that followed. Both out of breath, they continued to hold each other close as they came down from their bliss. 

“From shoveling snow to that—” Felix let out a soft whistle. “Don’t mind me if I just lie here the rest of today.”

“I chose one of the laziest positions,” Tamora chuckled. “I can’t help if you overachieve.”

“It’s what I do.”  

“Mhmm,” Tamora nodded, pulling on one of his shirt buttons. “Give me.” 

“I’ve been sweatin’ in this thing,” Felix gave her an incredulous look. 

“So? I’m sweaty too.”

He had so many questions but thought better and let them slide. Unbuttoning, he let her have his flannel. Slipping her arms into the sleeves, Tamora skipped most of the buttons before standing up. As she stretched her back, Felix was beginning to understand; it was a very attractive shirt. 

The sergeant disappeared down the hallway to clean herself up, smiling when she returned.

“You’re still here?” she said, tapping her foot against the lump lying in the middle of the floor.

“You thought I was joking?” he grinned, eyes closed. He flinched as a fresh wet cloth was dropped onto his stomach. “Thank you.”

“I’m pouring myself some coca, want more?”

“Yes please.” 

“Are you even going to be awake?”

“Mhmm…”

It took some time to warm the pot from earlier, but soon enough Tamora returned to the living room with two steaming mugs of cocoa.  A quiet laugh escaped her rosy lips as Felix was right where she’d left him, fast asleep. 

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Fix-It Felix Jr in

Cas Van De Pol

well i tried, it's bit far from perfect btw

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Hardware

(( Another 'Little Moment' for the books! Tamora sends Felix on a mission to the grocery store, but will he be up to the task? )) ----- “Eoh-boy…” Felix briefly removed his hat to scratch his head. 

In front of him was only a small sampling of what the ‘Feminine Care’ section the local grocery store had to offer. He glanced left and right at rows upon rows of products; different brands, different applications, sizes...how could he not help but feel a little overwhelmed?

It also didn’t help that Tamora had been vague. Now that he thought of it, it was likely on purpose; she did love to bewilder him so. 

But the handyman figured if he’d asked her the favor of picking up some hardware he needed, his gal would be just as lost as he was at this very moment. And there would be no shame in asking for some simple clarification… 

“Hey, babe,” he could hear her smirk on the other end of the phone. “How’s it going?”

“I think you know how it's going,” Felix chuckled. “You’ve left me high and dry.”

“Is anyone else in the aisle with you?”

“There are a couple of ladies trying hard not to laugh, and there was another lost soul like me earlier… I think he went AWOL.” 

“And you’re still standing your ground,” Tamora puffed with amusement. “I’m impressed.”

“Is the bar that low?” Felix frowned as he inspected a pack of tampons before placing them back on the shelf. 

“It is,” the sergeant said with a wistful sigh. Finally, she’d found a partner who could empathize with that fact.

“Well, just tell me what hardware you need, and I’ll be sure to get it for you,” there was a long pause before a booming laugh made him jump. 

“Hardware?” Tamora snorted. “Is that how your handy brain is making sense of everything?”

“Yes, it is…” Felix tittered, embarrassed. He hadn’t realized he’d said that word out loud. “Please be kind, I’m new to this.”

“No, that’s really great,” the sergeant laughed a little more. “I love it. I’ll end your suffering and send you a picture of what I usually get.”

“Thank you,” the handyman smiled. “Should I buy you some ice cream while I’m here?”

“...I love you,” that was a resounding yes. 

“Love you too,” Felix chuckled. “I’ll be home soon.”

Ending the call, the handyman locked eyes with the lost gentleman he had seen earlier. With a reassuring smile, he gave the stranger a polite nod, lingering as he awaited his gal’s text.

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Handyman

(( Another bit of Hero's Cuties NSFW! Please enjoy! ))

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Felix was a handyman. He took pride and great joy in the work he did with his hands, whether on the clock or in his free time. 

At this particular moment, he’d just gotten home from a long day, his fingers lightly complaining as he took off his gloves. And although they ached, that didn’t prevent his hands from gripping his lady’s hips in a way that told her all she needed to know. 

While his hands had been busy with task after task, she was all he could think about.

Tamora turned with a smile, her fingers interlocking with his as she led him into their bedroom. It was always satisfying to see how perfectly their hands fit together.

Laying onto the mattress beside her, he set to work without hesitation, caressing his gal in the ways she favored most. He showed off a bit, easily unbuttoning her jeans with one hand. That little trick always made her laugh.

Before he could delve deeper, she grasped his fingers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. He hardly expressed it, but Tamora was still well aware of the strain her husband’s hands underwent daily. 

Starting above his wrist and slowly moving to his palm, she massaged those tired muscles. Kneading with her thumbs, she grinned at the obvious pleasure Felix took from her firm touch. 

Letting go of one hand, she gave the same love and attention to the other. When she was done, Tamora brushed her lips gingerly against his fingertips. Stopping at his middle finger, she looked up at him intently as she took the digit into her mouth. Suckling, she removed it with a soft ‘pop,’ inducing a bright red hue to the handyman’s face. 

How she loved catching him off guard like that. 

Emboldened by his lady’s actions, Felix pushed the top of her jeans out of the way, his palm coming to a rest at the crux of her legs. Cupping the curve of her mound over her underwear, he slowly built up the pressure of his broad strokes, delighting in the way Tamora’s lips parted as her arousal grew. 

With a soft smile, he dipped under the sleek black cloth, his fingers gliding over her naturally slickened folds. 

Muscle memory is a large part of his work. Felix has changed out so many locks that he was confident he could do it with his eyes closed. Through repetition came efficacy, and he found that the same was generally true regarding activities in the bedroom. 

When he and Tamora had first started dating, he was just as clumsy as when he’d begun learning his trade. But with time and attentiveness, he’d built up the skills to best please his wife. His hands knew just what to do to give her everything she wanted.

Shifting slightly to insert a finger, Felix gently pushed in and out with shallow strokes. He gazed at Tamora intently, seeing every indication to continue.

Her eyes appeared to darken as he stroked her, and the light flush of her cheeks made her freckles shine. He couldn’t think of a better reward for his efforts than to see how she unraveled from his touch. 

Curling his finger upward, he explored, stirred by the way his lady moaned once he’d found that sweet spot not too far from her entrance. Diligently, he worked that tender nub, knowing the bliss it would eventually bring.

As he pressed onward, Tamora huffed out an expletive. She tapped his wrist and Felix withdrew, giving her the space to sit up and peel off her underwear and jeans in one go. Lying back down beside him, she spread her legs; a not-so-subtle way of telling the handyman to get a move on. 

He chuckled, moistening his fingers over her slick heat once more. Felix found her impatience adorable but didn’t dare to make her wait. Shifting, he indulged in the sweet taste of her lips as he pressed two digits into her opening. Tamora moaned against his mouth in response, giving him all the assurance needed to drive things home. 

Keeping his fingers curled up towards her belly, he picked up the pace of his short thrusts. And as he moved his hand back and forth, the pad of his thumb rubbed against her clit so perfectly that Tamora could hardly fathom that it was on purpose. All she knew was he’d better not stop.

Her pleasure climbing at a rapid pace, she clapped an arm to her husband’s back, nails digging into the soft fabric of his uniform as she lost control. Felix reveled in the soft sting of her clawing, completely satisfied by the way she came undone soon after. 

Tamora’s legs closed tightly as she squirmed against the sheets, grinding every last ounce of pleasure she could. The handyman gradually slowed his movement, smiling as his gal came down from her high. Retracting his fingers, he marveled at his handiwork, feeling the moisture seeping from her entrance. 

Reopening her eyes, Tamora bit her lip with a grin, reeling her husband in for a heated kiss. Safe to say, she was happy with his service. And as they embraced, the blonde nimbly reversed their positions on the mattress.

Felix wasn’t the only handy person in their household.

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Four-Letter Words

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sergeant Tamora Calhoun, Fix-It Felix Jr.; Calhoun/Felix.

Summary: In the aftermath of a confession, Calhoun contemplates four-letter words.

Warnings: None.

Link here on FFN and here on AO3.