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teamchasezwrites · 2 months ago

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For Your Eyes Only

Word Count: 10,444

Characters: Roman Reigns/OC/Damian Priest

Genre: Smut

Tags: Sexually Explicit Content, Throuple, Threesome(But One Isn’t There), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Filming of Said Sex, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Praise (But Not A Kink), Basically Porn Guys

Summary: Damian is feeling lonely on the overseas trip. Luckily his partners knew just how to help.

Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from. None. I just… enjoy!

The soft schnick of the door closing followed Damian into his hotel room. The hotel was nearly quiet in the late hour. The hum of the elevator running stragglers like him to their respective floors. The soft falls of someone walking in the room above him. The loud bang of a door from an inconsiderate patron. The rumbling of the ice machine further down and the clanging as someone filled a bucket.

He propped his suitcase along the wall next to the table. A quick roll of his shoulder had the black back pack falling down his arm until he slung it on the table. The first thing he did was open the front zippered compartment and withdraw his phone charger.

The room was dark, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make his way to the bedside table. The lamp housed an outlet as well as USB connectors. He used the outlet for his charger and plugged it in the same time as he twisted the knob on the lamp. The room filled with a yellowish glow.

Back at his backpack, he opened the main compartment and pulled out his headphones and the corresponding charger as well as his portable battery. He plugged them both into the outlet on the lamp at the table. Then he grabbed the two water bottles he swiped from catering. One went next to the bed and the other went into the small fridge sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door. A small coffee station sat on the counter above it. On the final riffle through, he made sure to once again check for his wallet and passport. He put eyes on them right before leaving the arena and he was never without his bag on the ride to the hotel, but he tended to get a little anal about that stuff on overseas trips. Losing his passport, while not catastrophic, would surely ruin the entire trip.

Moving the backpack out of the way, Damian lifted the suitcase from the floor and put it on the table. He slid the zipper all the way around before lifting the flap. His toiletry kit sat on top and he took it out along with a clean pair of briefs. At the house show tonight in Dortmund, he was in a fatal four way match with LA Knight, Drew McIntyre, and Shinuske Nakamura. A fun match but definitely left him feeling it. His muscles ached.

He flicked the bathroom light on, frowning at the loud exhaust fan that whirled to life. Nothing he could do. It was attached to the light itself. He turned the shower on; the knob all the way to the left. While the water heated he unzipped the toiletry kit and pulled out his shampoo and body wash. The bottles bigger than the normal travel sized options. Needed considered he would be gone for two weeks. He already hit Spain yesterday for Smackdown. Tonight and tomorrow were house shows in two different German cities. Then he had a few days off before needing to be in Italy for the next Smackdown which a couple tour stops in Northern Ireland and England came after. A few days off again before Smackdown in London. Then home.

Finally.

He quickly stripped his clothes; pulling off the black hoodie and jeans he put on after changing from his ring gear at the arena. He pulled the black hair tie from his hair allowing it to fall down to his shoulders. He used to wrestle with it down, but now it spent the majority of the time twisted up into a bun. As he climbed into the shower, he combed his hand through his hair. His fingers scratched at the scalp.

The hot water felt amazing and he let it pelt his body. The decent pressure pulverizing a particular hard muscle on his shoulder. He titled his head back his hands gripping his shoulders, tucked in tight and just allowed the water to cascade over him. Between the match tonight and the match he had with Shinuske yesterday on Smackdown where Drew interfered, he was feeling a little beat up.

Lingering a few minutes longer, Damian finished his shower and shoved the curtain back. He grabbed the folded towel from the rack above the toilet and held it to his face. He took a second to breath before he continued drying himself off. When he was mostly dry, he knotted the white cotton towel around his waist. At the mirror he swiped his hand through the condensation and turned the sink on. Riffling through his toiletry kit again, he grabbed his toothpaste and tooth brushed.

As he brushed his teeth with one hand, his other was reaching back into the kit in search of his deodorant. This time the container was travel sized considering they lasted awhile and normally he was only gone 2-3 days depending on the city. He also pulled out his contact case and contact solution.

When he was finished Damian leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. He took his contacts out and put them in the case with a squirt of solution. Then took the towel from his waist and scrubbed it over his head again catching the last water droplets hanging onto the strands. He wiped the towel over his chest before hanging it on the hook behind the door. Slipping his briefs on, he hit the light switch plunging the room into darkness.

And silence.

The exhaust fan mercifully silent.

He tossed his dirty clothes onto his suitcase and snatched his phone from the table and pulled his glasses from the front compartment of his backpack before heading to bed. He pulled the covers back. Before he slid between then, he took a long swig of water from the bottle he placed there earlier.

A sigh escaped as his back hit the sheets and he relaxed into the mattress. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before he picked up his phone. It was late, but not too late. Closing in on midnight so he wouldn’t scroll for too much longer. The show tomorrow was only a couple hours away. The scheduled bus wasn’t supposed to leave until mid morning. That was great because it meant he didn’t have to be up super early in the morning.

The first thing he did on his phone was check his messages. He responded to Rhea thumbing up her request to meet up for breakfast in the morning. His brother asked if he was available to attend the Yankees season opener in a couple weeks since he nabbed some last minute tickets. He had to decline knowing he was supposed to be in London the following day. His brother responded quickly and they tried to nail down a game he could attend but with it being WrestleMania season and him being on Smackdown now, it was rough. There was nothing like a Friday night game under the lights. Those were out for the foreseeable future.

Then there was a message from Wren. His girlfriend. Opening it up he saw she sent a cluster of images. The first was of her in the pool, her arms folded on the concrete side. Big sunglasses on her face. Even bigger floppy hat on her head. The next photo she was sitting in a bright yellow floatie. Legs hanging over the side. Her arms thrown up wide. The hat was gone but the sunglasses were still there. Then there she was laying in one of the white chaise lounge chairs. The picture crisp enough to see the water droplets clinging to her body. The navy blue one piece molded to her body. A shadow, in the shape of the photographer, was cast over her. The angle made the person look eight foot tall, but he knew better.

The final photo was of legs. They floated out over the water from a seated position on the top step. Feet ducked into the water to mid calf. Each perfectly shaped from hours of gym time. One pair a soft ivory that refused to tan even after spending years in the Florida sun. Thighs soft and womanly he knew wrapped around his waist so well. Looked so pretty sitting in his shoulders.

The other pair were a nice brown. Bronzed from birth that somehow deepened in the summer months. Thick calves distorted in the rippling water. Equally thick thighs though rough with corse dark hair. Those thighs a deep contrast to the soft ones they were nestled on either side of. Like the small pair, he knew exactly how they felt wrapped around his waist. How the thigh muscles rippled when his fingers were dug into them when they were on either side of his head.

Heat covered his body. It started at his cock which started to fill and spread outward. Down his legs which moved lazily feeling the arousal starting to take hold. Up his belly and over his chest which flushed red. Down his arms to his fingers which tingled. Up his neck over his face and into his hair which prickled. Then all back down again to his cock plumping beneath his briefs.

‘You’re playing dirty Pajarito. Turning me on like this when I’m all by myself.’

‘What you are talking about? I just sent photos of soaking up the sun today.’

Damian gave a low chuckle at the return text. ‘Don’t play innocent with me. You knew exactly what you were doing.’

‘You’re saying just a photo of me turns you on? I didn’t even send the naughty ones.’

Damian moaned softly thinking about the risqué photos that could have been taken. The pool offered complete privacy. No nosy neighbors for miles. His hand slithered down his body. His fingers trailing a light touch on his chest. He cupped his cock over the cotton briefs. His breath caught and he shifted listlessly.

‘Send me the naughty ones Pajarito.’

An image popped up on the text thread and he greedily tapped on it. He rolled his eyes. Wren stood in the pool in between the muscular thighs from the earlier photo. One hand gripping the thigh; her fingers curling inward as she hooked the meaty flesh. The other hand holding the stick of a popsicle. Her head turned to the side showing off the angled jaw and sleek neckline. The hollowed cheeks as the sweet frozen tweet disappeared between lips stretched thin. She knew exactly what she was doing with that photo. Teasing or not, it still had the same desired effect as his cock hardened. He wished he was pushing through those lips much like that popsicle. Had done so on many occasions sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water.

‘You’re a tease. Papi outta spank you.’

His hand dipped beneath his briefs. His cock hot to the touch as he wrapped a hand around his length. He hissed at the touch.

‘Daddy beat you to it.’

Damian groaned reading the message. His head tilted back and his eyes fell shut as the image appeared in his head. Wren draped over a hard lap. The corse hair on those muscular thighs tickling her nipples causing her body to tremble with need. Her ass positioned in the air. The skin pale. Her pink pussy peeking with each movement of her thighs as she sought to hold her body still. Her folds already slick with excitement. He could heard the smack echoing in the room as if he was there in person. The hitching of breathes. The soft moans. The ivory skin turning redder with each swat.

He pushed his briefs down far enough to free his cock and tossed the covers back. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as the cool air in the room met his heated body. His hand moved faster on his cock; tugging at his hard length. The ping of his phone caused his eyes to shoot open. He looked down at the black screen of his phone. Lost deep in his fantasy the phone timed out.

Damian slowed his movements on his cock, hoping the next message was even better than the last. He was slightly disappointed to see it just a text. No image.

‘Heading to dinner and the movies.’

‘You’re gonna leave me like this?’ He aimed his phone down his body and captured a photo of his hard cock.

‘Now who is being the tease? I outta have Daddy spank you. Showing me a picture of your hard cock and I’m not there to do anything about it.’

Now the image in his head morphed from Wren draped so exquisitely over hardened thighs to him. His cock hard and leaking; painting the thigh beneath him. One hand gripping the bed, the fingers of his other hand dug into the warm flesh of a knee on an effort to hold not only himself still but up. Ghostlike touches from fingers ran over his back and down over his ass. His hole puckering desperately, aching to be filled. The sharp sting of the swap and the flood of warmth crashing over his body.

His cock pulse in his hand at the memory. A tiny bead of come pearled on the slit. His thumb brushed through the come smearing it around the mushroom shaped head.

‘Check your email for a surprise. Heading out now. The waiter will probably be able to smell my cunt you got me dripping. Your cock is the only thing I want now.’

The text ended with the biting lip emoji, the blowing kiss one, and a red heart.

Damian wanted to beg her not to go. To send him a photo of her dripping cunt so he could imagine himself thrusting inside it or burying his tongue deep inside. His mouth watered at the thought. He wanted to beg her to call him. Just a quick call so he could hear her voice as she talked him through stroking his cock to completion. She mentioned an email… so maybe there was a photo in there… a short video of her fingers slipping through her folds and playing with her clit.

It was so much better.

The email came from Wren with the subject ‘For Your Eyes Only’ and had only a couple sentences in the body.

‘Just a little something to tide you over for the long nights alone. Know that we miss you every minute you’re gone.’

The attachment was password protected. When the screen came up he momentarily panicked until he remembered Wren used the same password for everything even after he got on her case not to. The prompt went away and the .mov file started to download. At completion he quickly tapped on it. The thumbnail was burry and gave no indication on what he was in for.

It probably wouldn’t have prepared him either way. When he pressed play, Wren showed up. Naked and spread out on their bed. He groaned and grabbed his cock as the video panned down her body. Her smiling face. The blush painted on her chest. Her nipples hard peaks begging for his lips and tongue. Down her belly where a tiny pale scar sat above her belly button indicating a long ago piercing. Lower still…

A sunflower sat on her lower hip, usually hidden by her panty line, from a spring break dare around the time the belly button held a piercing. He traced that tattooed flower many times with his tongue on his quest south. Nibbled at the sensitive skin. Sucked a bruising kiss into the colored skin.

He lazily worked his cock tugging slowly at the hardened length. Before he would done anything to come. To hear a simple breathily moan over the phone from Wren telling him to come. Would have tugged rapidly on his cock at a photo just like what he was seeing in the video until he exploded all over his chest. Now though…

Now he watching the video with rapid interest. The camera panned lower to the smooth mound. He remembered the one time she let him shave her. The soft delicate strokes he’d taken and the way he’d smoothed her folds carefully for each swipe of the razor. How he’d nearly been drunk from the scent of her arousal. The slick folds having less and less to do with the flowery shaving scream and more and more to do with the essence flowing from her. The way he wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream with the towel and buried his tongue deep inside when he was finished.

‘Spread those legs and let us see that pretty pussy of yours. Don’t be shy.’

A shiver ran down Damian’s body and he moaned softly. His cock pulsed in his hand as the low voice on the video sprinkled over him. The gentle command that carried a hint of authority. He watched as Wren parted her legs and the phone moved and zoomed in. The slick folds told Damian how aroused she was. He groaned when two perfectly manicured fingers slid into view. They rubbed down her clit and through her folds, teasing her opening.

‘That’s right. Touch yourself. Show Damian how wet you are.’

As Wren’s fingers worked her folds, Damian could see her hips shifting on the bed. Pressing up into her fingers and rocking back on the bed. The folds growing wetter. Her fingers now covered in a thin layer of her essence. They circled her clit and he heard her breath catch and watched her hips rock up.

‘You look so good spread out like this.’

‘I’d rather be spread out on your cock.’

Damian was in agreement. He wanted to crawl between her legs and run his cock through her folds covering him in her slick before he pressed inside to feel her muscles greedily clenching around him pulling him deeper.

‘Soon mi pajarito.’

Damian released a groan hearing the whispered Spanish. The term of endearment he called Wren. Pajarito. Baby bird.

‘Until then how about you coming down here and tasting my pussy. You know how much Damian likes dessert…’

The phone shifted and Damian watched as Wren lifted herself up on her elbows. A hand reached out and for a moment he thought it was coming through the phone to touch him. He shivered. That delicate hand though, dipped passed the phone and he could hear lewd sucking sounds as her fingers were drawn into a mouth. A whine passed his lips and he stroked his cock harder as he imagined those lips sucking something else. “Fuck,” he breathed.

‘You want to me eat that pretty pussy? Make you come all over my tongue?’

‘Yes,’ Wren hissed falling back on the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her. Her body moving languidly on the bed; already dancing to an erotic motion that had not yet begun.

‘You gotta hold the phone so Damian can see. You want Damian to see me eating this pussy right?’

‘Yes.’ The word fell from Wren’s lips once more in a hiss. The s sound dragging out. ‘I miss Damian.’

‘Me too Baby Girl.’

The phone moved and he had a close up of Wren’s face. Dark blue eyes filled with desire. The iris blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips swollen and puffy. Teeth sunk into the bottom lip and he groaned. He knew this position. If he was there he would be lifting a knee over her chest and shifting closer. He’d have his hand on his cock using it to guide him between those lips. Feeling her wet heat all around him. Feeling the vibrations of her moan as another tongue delved between her folds drawing pleasure.

Her pink tongue peeked from between those reddened lips and drew a line across the bottom, leaving a wet trail behind. He had to squeeze the base of his cock embarrassed at the thought of that one small movement nearly make him come.

The phone moved again. An echoed rustling came through the audio as fingers brushed over the microphone. He caught a quick view of the inside of the bedroom as the camera swiped along the outside wall catching the bright Florida sun coming through the sheer panels. Two low back chairs angled toward each other, a small table with a lamp on it between them. The chairs were used more for catching random clothes and a stray travel bag than sitting. Though there was one time…

His brain stuttered to a stop when the video stopped moving and the owner of the muscular thighs came into view.

Roman sat on his hunches at the end of their king sized bed gloriously naked. The position stretching his skin across those thighs. One small movement and Damian could see the ripple from his quad muscle. His large cock jutted up from between his thighs hard and heavy.

“Zoom in,” Damian begged forgetting he wasn’t watching live.

Wren didn’t listen but she did move the phone up Roman’s body.

Damian bit his lip and worked his cock harder as he stared at Roman’s cock backdropped by his belly: warm brown skin, soft lines and ridges hinting at abs that would appear with a little bit more discipline and a little bit less of Damian’s Oreo cheesecake. The phone trailed up; Roman’s cock leaving the screen in favor of his well defined pecks. The right pec covered entirely by his Samoan tribal tattoo. The bold black patterns spread over his pec, shoulder, and down his arm to his wrist. Those same geometrical shapes spanned the right side of his back following along his spine and along his rib cage until it tapered into a point right at his pant line.

Fuck he wanted to worship that body. Had done so on numerous occasions.

His tongue had traced those patterns many times. Starting at his neck and down feeling every vertebrae and rib as he traveled lower and lower still. Roman a moaning mess beneath him laying face down on the mattress. Soft kisses, little bites and nibbles until he reached that point. His hands griping either ass check as he pulled them apart revealing his delicious prize…

Damian’s eyes wanted to close against the state of euphoria building up in him. Come dripped from the head of his cock and down his shaft. His palm picked it up on the next stroke up and worked it into his skin with the motion of his hand. Fuck he was cooked. His body was acting like he hadn’t had sex in months instead of just three days ago. Spread out on that very same bed. His tongue buried deep inside Wren, her hand twisted in his hair while Roman’s cock was buried deep inside of him.

‘Fuck you have no right to be that hot…’

Wren’s voice brought him back. He focused on the phone again. Roman’s face on the screen. His hair pulled back into his signature bun and Damian’s fingers itched to pull the hair tie free allowing the dark locks to fall down to his shoulders. The smoldering look Roman was sending the phone softened at Wren’s words. His lips curved into a smile.

‘You better angle that phone down to your pussy Wren. Don’t want Damian to miss seeing me diving in.’

The phone shook and Damian imagined a shiver of anticipation coursing through Wren. The video moved and he followed the smooth skin of her belly to her mound.

‘I don’t think I can get the angle.’

‘I got it.’

Damian was moving once again as Roman took the phone and then he had an unfettered view of Wren’s pussy. Wide open and slick with heat. His mouth watered and he watched as Roman’s head dipped into view. Roman looked at the screen out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved into a sly grin and he winked.

Then Damian watched, raptured as Roman’s pink tongue slipped between his lips and licked a strip up the center of Wren’s cunt. His moan joined Wren’s and Roman’s.

‘Roman…’ Wren breathed her eyes falling shut. Her head tilted back, chin lifting toward the ceiling as her hips rocked lazily against Roman’s face.

‘Let me hear you. Let Damian hear you baby,’ Roman whispered. ‘You know he’s working his cock right now.’

Wren whined at the thought. Her mouth felt suspiciously empty. No weight on her tongue. No push and pull on her lips. Damian not there to feed her his cock while Roman ate her out. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets. Her breaths coming out in tiny gasps as Roman’s tongue worked her pussy. Stroking up and down the slit in a teasing manner. Circling her clit but never truly focusing on the sensitive nub. ‘God Roman…’ She angled her hips down to try and catch his tongue on her clit but he moved away. She cocked her hips up hoping he’d send his tongue deep inside her feeding himself straight from her core.

‘What do you need baby girl?’

‘You…’ Wren moaned. ‘Damian…’

‘Damian’s watching pretty girl. He’s staring at this pussy right now watching my tongue lick up everything you have to offer…’

“Fuck…” Damian moaned, his strokes steady on his cock as he watched transfixed at the video on his phone. Roman’s tongue with its teasing strokes. Wren’s stuttered movements trying desperately to get what she wanted. The soft breathy moans from Wren. Roman’s low, gravelly tone. Each sound resonating with his dick throbbing in his hand. The wetness shining on Wren’s pussy that he desperately needed to taste. If he ever was in a position to request a last meal, Wren’s pussy would be it. That and chasing Wren’s taste on Roman’s lips.

A whine fell from his lips and he closed his eyes imagining himself between Wren’s legs next to Roman. Each of them dueling for the taste of her. Him licking her clit. Roman’s stiffened tongue invading her hole. Their lips desperately meeting in a tangle of tongues as they exchanged her flavor. Each of their senses taken over by Wren. The taste of her. The smell of her.

A low moan from his phone brought him back to the video and he watched as Roman drew Wren’s clit into a mouth. He bit his lip and his skin tingled; charged with electricity.

‘He’s probably so jealous right now, wishing he was in between your legs…’

‘Roman please…’ Wren begged. ‘I need it so much.’ Her hands left the sheets and caressed across her belly. Her skin warmed with desire. Her hands drifted up to her breasts where her fingers kneaded the fleshy mounds. She moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples.

‘Look at our baby girl…’ Roman paused his work and lifted the phone to show Wren playing with her nipples. ‘She needs this so much.’

‘Yes,’ Wren gasped as a straight line of heat shot from her nipples to her core. Her pussy clenched practically begging to be filled. ‘I need you… I need Damian…’

‘What would you do if Damian was here right now?’ Roman asked.

His voice danced across her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. ‘Kiss that stupid crooked smirk of his off his face.’

Roman chuckled against her causing another shiver to course through her body. He couldn’t deny that tilt in Damian’s smile made him weak. He shifted and pressed two fingers deep inside her. Her pussy fluttered around him and it worked to greedily swallow him. He angled the phone better to show his fingers pressing in and out of her. He zoomed in to catch his slick covered fingers for the camera. ‘Baby girl was born to be in front of the camera…’

Damian moaned loudly and hoped whoever was on the other side of the wall couldn’t hear him. He watched Roman’s fingers push into Wren all the way to hilt and slowly withdraw leaving behind an almost translucent cream on his tan fingers. He wanted to take Roman’s fingers and draw them into his mouth. Wanted to suck and lick every inch until he swallowed all of Wren completely.

‘God yes,’ Wren drew out. Her finger left her nipples and she wished Damian was here to draw them into his mouth. Her hands fisted in the sheets again as her hips moved with Roman’s hand.

‘Do you wanna come for Damian? You wanna show Papi what a good girl you are?’

‘Yes,’ Wren moaned. Her body twisted and jerked as pleasure shot from deep within her; coiling deep within her belly. She felt out of control as the spasms worked her body. Her back arched off the bed; her fingers grabbing the pillow on either side of her head. Her knuckles turning white; wishing she was clenching Damian’s warm hands. Grounding her to the here and now while her nerve endings caught fire and threatened to toss her into the unknown.

“Come for me Wren,” Damian answered as if he was in the room with them. Sitting behind her with her leaning back against his chest as Roman worked between her legs. His lips on her neck and shoulder. His hands caressing her sides and belly; toying with her nipples as he whispered dirty words in her ear. Sometimes in English but mostly in Spanish.

He watched as her fingers came into view on the screen desperately trying to get to her clit which Roman was ignoring as he worked his fingers in and out of her.

‘No,’ Roman’s voice was firm as he knocked her hand away.

Damian shivered at the tone. More come dribbled from his cock. His cock hard and aching; throbbing with the need of release. His hand moved up and down, slapping at the base. The sound echoing through the room with his harsh breathing.

‘You let Daddy take care of you.’

‘Roman please. I need you.’

‘I gotchu baby girl,’ Roman curled his fingers and was rewarded when Wren let out a moan. ‘That’s it Wren baby… let me hear you. Let Papi hear how good Daddy is making you feel…’

Wren’s breath stuttered when Roman’s tongue swiped at her clit. It throbbed in succession of each clench of her pussy around Roman’s two fingers. ‘Oh God,’ she nearly sobbed as Roman was done teasing. His tongue worked in deliberate strokes working to wind her up further. The edge came closer and closer. No matter how hard she drug her feet she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to. It loomed in front of her.

Damian knew they were doing this the minute he got home. He was throwing the clothes out of that damn chair and so he could sit there stroking his cock while Roman ate her out. He was going to listen to her moans, sighs, and whimpers in the room. Listen to her beg to come. Listen to her beg for him to touch her. “Dios Mio,” he whispered as desire coiled deep in his belly. His body vibrated with tension. His hips rocking into his hand as he worked himself harder.

Roman doubled his efforts knowing how close Wren was to coming. He wished he could tug on his own cock but his hands were full. He glanced at the phone screen out of the corner of her mouth and a moan escaped. The vibrations causing Wren to whine in a whine pitched manner. He watched himself licking and sucking at her clit while two fingers worked in and out of her. His fingers shiny with her fluids. It was so hot. His cock pulsed thinking of Damian watching and he rocked his hips feeling the wetness on the sheets beneath him.

‘Fuck Roman… yes yes yes,’ Wren chanted. Her body coiled tighter and tighter as she rode the wave higher and higher. The string between here and now and euphoric bliss stretching thinner and thinner.

His tongue dipped down to her hole licking around his fingers. She moaned when his fingers left her only to be replaced by his tongue. The movements wicked as he impaled her. The sounds lewd and crude as he licked and sucked her. Then his fingers were deep inside her again and his tongue was licking over her clit, swollen and sensitive; sending a shockwave through her body at each swipe.

Then his fingers curled and he hit that spot deep within. Like a bungee cord pulling tight at the end of a jump, her body was flung off the ledge and she was falling. A wail was ripped from deep within her belly as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.

“No no no no,” Damian chanted but it was too late. His cock exploded shooting line after line of come all over his body. He moaned as each spurt of warmth hit his chest. He tapped the phone screen pausing the video and let his phone fall to the mattress.

Gasping deeply, his eyes clenched shut as his hand worked himself through the orgasm that hit him like a train once Wren’s cries filled the room and he saw her hips jerking as she tried to ride Roman’s face. God he knew exactly what that felt like. The jerking motions of her hips pressing into his mouth and nose. The tensing of her muscles in his hands as he held her in place so he could lick up every drop of her creamy essence. The dampness on his cheeks and chin. The tension slowly disappearing as she came back to earth; her body quivering and he slowed his licks from the hypersensitive swollen clit.

His own body quivered. His chest heaving as his lungs desperately sought oxygen. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Almost certain he was having a heart attack but he made no move to call for help. He would pass away right there with his dick in hand and come all over his chest. Once the EMT’s watched the video called up on his phone, they would understand.

When he was able to get his breathing under control and the tiny synapses firing in his body stopping being a pleasuring pain, Damian opened his eyes. His vision blurred before clearing. Looking down he saw the mess he made and pushed himself to a seated position. With his cock still in his hand, he walked into the bathroom where he wet a washcloth with hot water and cleaned himself up.

Back in bed with the blankets pulled to his waist, he grabbed his phone. It locked while he was in the bathroom, so he quickly entered his passcode and his breath caught see the paused image of Roman’s face in Wren’s cunt. His cock gave an interested bounce and he shifted as another wave of desire shot through him. Reaching beneath the blankets he lazily wrapped his fingers on his cock, still half hard. He kept the strokes light and easy. With his thumb he pressed the screen and the video began to play again.

‘You think Damian came?’

Roman chuckled as he cupped his chin and wiped his face with his hand. His fingers down one side, his thumb down the other. His beard was saturated. He groaned as he inhaled; her essence filling his nostrils. ‘Sweet girl I know he did. You came so beautifully. Your little moans and whimpers. Riding my face. Your body twisting and tensing. He probably came all over himself.’

‘I wish he’d come all over me,’ Wren stated. Her hands moved down her chest to her belly. Those light ghosting touches that caused her body to shiver and goosebumps to appear. She looked at Roman through hooded eyes. Her mouth dried seeing one hand wrapped around his cock. The phone still angled on her pussy, laid bare with her legs still spread open. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and her breath hitched. ‘Give me that…’

The picture distorted as the phone moved quickly not allowing any time for it to come into focus.

‘If he didn’t come yet then he’s going to once he sees you working your cock.’

The picture cleared and Roman’s cock was on the screen. The sight drew a moan from Damian’s throat. He watched as Roman’s hand worked his hard length up and down. The skin shifting with the motion. A bead of come appeared on the tip and Damian licked his lips wishing he was there to collect that salty drop with his tongue.

‘I’d rather you be working my cock. Give Damian a real show with my cock spreading those perfect little lips,’ Roman fell forward catching himself with one hand as he hovered over her. He let go of his cock and brought his hand up, this thumb brushing across her lips.

The phone once again distorted before focusing on a swatch of tan skin. Sounds of kissing came from the speaker. Lips smacking. Low moans. Tiny gasps. The lewd sound of spit as tongues met. He groaned. His cock completely hard again. He didn’t need to physically see the scene he could picture it in his head. A scene he’d seen plenty of times.

Roman laid out over Wren. Their bodies rocking together. His bronzed skin. Her ivory. His muscles rippling as he held himself up. Roman’s bun loose against his head. Random strands hanging down. Messed up from hands and fingers raking through. His. Wren’s. Their lips moving together. Mouths opening and tongues peeking out – meeting and then chasing into each other’s mouths. Each stroke drawing moans only to be swallowed by the other.

He’d watch until he couldn’t take it anymore and his hand would reach out; his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair messing it up even more. He’d tighten those fingers and force their kiss to break as he could turn Roman’s head toward him and crash their lips together.

The screen moved and Damian watched as bodies shifted. Then Roman was laying back on the bed. His legs parted to allow Wren in between them.

‘Fuck I can’t believe you’re mine,’ Wren said as she raked her eyes over him. His facial features were relaxed as he laid before her. Gone was the stoic, commanding man from inside the ring. His brown eyes were soft as he stared at her. His beard covered a chiseled jaw that would leave her skin red as he worked her body; a fleeting rash that went with the aching muscles.

‘You’re not just mine Wren,’ Roman reached out to entwine their fingers. ‘You’re ours. Mine and Damian’s.’

‘I’m gonna show Damian what I’d do to him if he was here,’ Wren’s eyes zeroed in on Roman’s cock. She moved the phone to one hand allowing the fingers of her right hand to dance lightly over Roman’s balls.

The touch caused his breath to catch and his legs to jerk. Tiny little zingers blasted out and down every single nerve ending in his body causing hairs on his leg to raise. The ghosting touch appeared again causing the same reaction and his lips parted in a small smile. ‘Now who is teasing…’

Wren hummed as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She felt it pulse in her hand. The movement drew a moan from Roman’s mouth. ‘I just like having you at my mercy like this… bring you to your knees.’

‘I’m further than my knees baby girl. Suck my cock Wren. Show Damian what he’s missing.’

Wren’s eyes flickered to the phone where it almost felt like an out of body experience as she watched her hand stroking Roman’s cock on the screen. ‘I kind of want you to fuck me.’

Roman groaned and rocked his hips up into her hand. ‘You get me close to the edge with your pretty little mouth and I will fuck you so hard and send us both over sweet girl.’

Holding his cock still, Wren leaned over and licked across the mushroom head. The saltiness of his come burst on her tongue. She flickered her eyes up to look at him through her lashes and saw his head tossed back and his eyes closed. His lips parted. She glanced at her reflection on the phone and winked as her tongue danced around the head before she drew it into her mouth sucking gently. Her tongue flicked over the little pucker of skin where his head met shaft.

Damian groaned as he watched Wren tease the head of Roman’s cock. He knew how that tongue felt on his own cock. His groan matched the one he heard being pulled from Roman’s lip at Wren’s ministrations. He wished he was laying next to Roman; Wren working his cock with her hand while she sucked on Roman’s before switching. Making sure to give equal treatment.

‘That’s it baby girl,’ Roman moaned. ‘Suck my cock.’ His breath hitched as she sunk down. He looked down seeing her cheeks hallowed out around his cock as it suctioned to the roof of her mouth. Her tongue worked the underside in teasing tickling short strokes to long blanketed strokes with her tongue curled up around it. ‘Your mouth feels so good.’

She continued to sink down, the head of his cock pushing toward the back of her mouth. Her lips met her hands and she squeezed. She looked toward the phone as she lifted up from Roman’s cock, leaving it wet with spit.

Damian moan came twofold. The sight of Roman’s cock shiny and wet coming from Wren’s mouth until only the head remained before she slowly lowered her head back down and the look Wren was sending him through the phone. Eyes darkened with an intense level of lust; conveying a strong need. There was a teasing glint – a spark - to them and an air of authority knowing she was in charge. Of not only him but Roman as well. Somehow, even though they were wrapped around Roman’s cock, her lips managed to hold a tiny smile.

God he wanted to kiss that smile off her face and draw a moan from her lips. He wanted to wrap his lips around the cock in her hand until his lips met her hand at the base. Feel it deep in his mouth as he struggled to breath around the girth.

‘That’s it, get it all wet Pajarito.’

Wren moaned around his cock. Warmth pooled at her center and she pressed her thighs together. An unfulfilled ache built in her body. She wanted to rip her mouth from Roman’s cock and sink her pussy down on it. Feel the stretch as she took him inside her. Her body quivered in anticipation.

Remembered the way Damian’s hands would roam her body when she was in this position. His calloused hands brushing over the soft skin on her back. Followed by wet open mouthed kisses as he hovered over her. He’d blow gently over the wetness he’d leave behind causing her to shiver. The way his hands would grip her hips, holding her steady as he’d push his cock inside her. The movements would be slow; making her feel every inch as he stretched her.

She moaned around Roman’s cock. ‘I wish Damian was here so he could fuck me while I’m sucking your cock.’

“God yes,” Damian’s hand ducked below his cock where he grazed his balls. The soft pouch already drawn up right against his body proving how close he was to coming again. A shiver worked through his body at his teasing touches. His cock bounced in the air. A bead of come appeared on the tip and he watched as it dribbled down the shaft in a slow roll.

Keeping his touches light, he ran his fingers up his body. Tiny little trembles like ripples in the water when fish would poke at the surface. A finger nail scratched over one of his nipples pulled taunt with arousal. He lifted his hand and licked his thumb and rubbed the now wet digit around his nipple as he watched Wren let drool fall from between her lips to catch on the head of Roman’s cock.

‘That’s it. Get it wet for Daddy.’

Roman’s voice was low full of sharp breathes as Wren brought pleasure to his body. Drawing out moans as her hand worked up and down Roman’s cock. The spot providing a better glide and smooth squelching sounds came through the phone.

‘I bet Damian wishes it was your hand on his cock right now.’

Wren dipped her head and licked at the tip. Flat swipes over the head; teasing his slit. ‘I bet he wishes it was your hand too…’ she murmured before sucking the tip back in her mouth as she applied more pressure with her hand. The stuttered breath caused her pussy to clench.

Wren’s. Roman’s. Both. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be right between them. All tangled limbs and gasping pleasure. Lips finding any bare skin they could to taste and mark. Hands touching everywhere leaving a fire in their wake. Bodies rocking together, breaths mingling.

‘God yes,’ Roman moaned at the thought. He reached down and cupped the side of Wren’s faces his fingers threading through her hair. The movement caused even more tendrils to fall from where she had it twisted up in a messy bun.

‘I bet you wish he was here right now ‘ Wren continued as she kept her movements steady. She leaned down and licked a stripe up his balls. ‘Sitting on your chest, feeding his cock to you right now. Taking his cock down your throat while I swallow yours.’

Roman gasped, his hands gripped the sheets as his hips rocked up into Wren’s mouth as she swallowed him all the way down. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat closed on his tip as she fought with her gag reflex. The tiny ministrations heaven. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped when she slowly pulled off.

‘Is that what you want Daddy?’ Wren swirled her tongue around his head, licking up the drop of come she pulled with the deep throat move. ‘Papi’s cock in your mouth. Heavy on your tongue. Tasting those little drops of come leaking from his slit…’

Roman whined at Wren’s words. The image bursting in his head behind his closed eyes. He could practically feel the weight of not only Damian’s cock on his tongue, but the weight of him on his chest as he sat with his knees on either side of him. His fingers tingled with the ghosting feeling of being dug into Damian’s ass helping him rock into his mouth.

‘Is that what you want Daddy? Papi’s cock?’ Wren lifted her hand and drew her index finger into her mouth. As she sucked on the digit, she stared at the phone. She winked as she withdrew her finger and trailed it down Roman’s balls and below to his puckered hole. She teased his hole feeling it fluttering against the pad of her finger. His legs widened offering better access.

Damian’s moan filled his hotel room as Roman’s hole centered on the screen. His hand tightened around his cock and he worked it furiously. Up and down in quick succession. He stopped only to spit in his hand before gripping it again. The glide easier. Come dribbled down from his head hearing Roman whine. He couldn’t see his head but he imagined Roman’s head was thrown back. His biceps bulging as his hands gripped the bedsheets. He watched the rocking of Roman’s hips as Wren teased his opening.

Their moans combined as Wren’s finger slipped inside that puckered hole. Damian bit his lip. His breath coming in tiny gasping whines as he watched her finger disappear one knuckle at a time. He knew how tight that channel was. How the burning heat felt clenching around him. “Fuck Wren…” he breathed watching her work her finger in and out in slow movements. He slowed his hand down to match her. The pace brutal like she knew exactly what she was doing.

The minx.

Roman’s body hummed with pleasure. He pressed his heels into the mattress to help push himself down on her finger. It was a little painful with the lack of lube that it added to the intense feeling. Warmth spread across him and he breathed heavily. He reached to grab his neglected cock and blinked in shock when his hand was knocked away. His body trembled when Wren’s finger slipped free.

‘Fuck me Roman…’ Wren sat up on her knees. ‘Please. I need you… I can’t…’

Roman was moving in a flash at the heady whine in Wren’s voice. He sat up and grabbed her face pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their noses collided and lips meshed. Teeth hit. It was messy. It was perfect. Tongues clashed; dueling with each other in quick desperate strokes. Moans filled the room as hands danced upon warm bodies. ‘Roll over,’ he panted as he broke the kiss and moved out of the way. He picked up the forgotten phone laying on the bed recording the ceiling. He grinned into the phone. ‘Sorry…’

He tapped the screen to turn the view of the phone around and panned over the bed in front of where he knelt to show Wren on her hands and knees. Her ass in the air offering up a view of her ass and pussy. He zoomed in on the sight and grabbed his cock with his free hand. ‘Look at our pretty girl, D… look at how wet she is…’

He let go of his cock and reached out pressed his thumb against her puckered hole. He groaned as it fluttered around his digit and he pressed watched as her body accept him. His cock bouncing hearing the hitch in her breath. Her head tossing back and her hands gripping the pillow. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed. ‘Baby girl wants both Daddy and Papi to take her…’

‘Yessss.’ Wren hissed. Her body clenched around the invasion. The sharp pain of the dry digit pulled against her. Her breaths came out in gasps. She pressed her forehead into the pillow and parted her thighs opening herself up to both Roman and Damian. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. She was drenched. Her pussy clenching rhythmically desperately pleading to be filled. ‘God I want you both,’ she moaned. ‘Need you both.’

Damian watched as Roman withdrew his thumb from Wren’s ass. He moaned with her knowing exactly what the sensation felt like. He shivered; one of those full body ones that seemed to electrify him. His breath then stuttered to a stop as Roman’s cock came into view. A hand wrapped around the hard length holding it steady as it slide through Wren’s folds. His cock was immediately covered, glistening with her creamy essence.

‘She’s practically dripping.’

His mouth watered and he wanted to suck Wren’s taste from Roman’s cock. He was transfixed as Roman’s cock finally lined up and slid inside. “Fuck,” he gasped as Roman’s cock completely disappeared. His hips coming to rest against Wren’s ass.

‘You ready to give Papi a show?’ Roman’s free hand dug into Wren’s hip. He shivered at the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around him. The tiny tremors started at his cock and traveled throughout his entire body before coming right back to his cock. He felt it pulse inside her.

‘Yes,’ Wren nearly cried, desperation filling her. ‘Please Roman. I need you.’

‘I got you pretty girl,’ Roman grazed his hand over her hip watching as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She started to rock against him and he swatted her ass.

Wren moaned at the sharp sting; her body trembling with need.

Damian moaned at the slap. The sound wrapping itself around his cock. He held his hand steady on his cock wanting to move with Roman; wanted to be there with her. Wanted to be laying beneath her trembling body with his cock deep inside her as Roman pressed into her ass. His cock pressing against his own cock inside her body.

Roman pulled all the way out leaving just the tip inside. The closeness of the camera picking up the slickness clinging to his smooth cock. Damian drew his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. He groaned watching Roman’s hips snap sending him deep inside Wren.

Then it was game on.

Roman set a torrid pace. His hips snapping against Wren’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. From his phone. From his own hand working his cock. Tiny grunts fell from Damian’s mouth as he stared at his phone. A mixture of need, lust, and want tangled up inside of him with a side of longing. Wishing he could be home with his partners right now. Wishing he was feeling hands running over his body. Fingers digging into his skin.

‘Fuck Wren,’ Roman groaned. His hand gripped her ass in a hard grip as he helped her thrust back on his cock even as he slammed forward. ‘The way you’re strangling my cock right now. Like you don’t want to let me go.’

‘I don’t,’ Wren moaned. ‘I need you. God I need you. Fuck my pussy Roman.’

Damian’s tightened his grip as he stroked his cock matching his pace. His hand was a poor imitation of the feeling of being inside Wren, but it was all he got. That and the memories of know what it felt like to slide inside of her. To feel her vice-like grip. The warm heat of her center. Her pussy clenching around him milking his cock. “Ah,” he moaned clenching his eyes shut as tension coiled deep in his belly. His breaths came out in gasps and his heart pounded in his chest. A tingling covered his entire body; little spurts of current zapping his nerve endings. It would hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

‘I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my come,’ Roman grunted. His entire body vibrated with a feeling that threatened to over power him. His body broke out in goosebumps. A layer of sweat covered his overheated body. ‘I’m gonna send my come deep inside this pussy. I’m gonna coat your womb with my seed. Oh fuck baby girl likes that…you’re clenching me so tight. Is that what you want baby girl? You want me to send my seed deep inside your womb…. You want me to get you pregnant?’

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ Wren cried. Roman’s words unlocked a deep hidden recess in her mind. The thought of Roman’s come attacking her womb and a baby growing inside of her. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she rocked back onto him faster. The thought made her feral. The game had changed. She didn’t just want to come. She needed to come. She needed Roman’s come inside of her more than she needed her next breath.

‘Is that want you want? You want me and Damian to pump you full of come? One right after the other, dumping load after load until you’re body does what it’s supposed to do? You wanna carry our baby?’

‘Oh God,’ Wren was nearly sobbing. ‘Oh God, fuck a baby into me. Please Roman. Oh God I can’t…I need you to give me a baby…’

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman breathed. His cock grew harder. Hips slamming into her ass. She yelped but he didn’t care. He let go of her hip and pressed a hand up her back her pushing her down on her elbows. His cock slid deeper. Wren released a high pitched whine and he felt the first spurt of come from his body.

“Wren,” Damian moaned, pumping his cock. He stared at the screen watching Roman slam into Wren’s pussy. The visual was there but his mind was caught on their voices. Roman promising to coat her womb. Wren begging for him to put a baby in her. The thought of Wren round with their child caused come to dribble down his shaft from his head. He worked it on his cock wishing he was there to shoot it deep inside Wren; to pushing into her swollen pussy right after Roman. Feel his hot come mixed with her creamy slick and send his own come to her womb.

‘Don’t stop… please… Roman,’ Wren gasped as the new angle made Roman hit her g-stop. Each press of his tip against the sensitive patch deep inside her sent shockwaves through her body. Her muscles clenched and tension built. ‘Almost there. Please… Roman… Damian… God... I need…’

‘Let Damian hear you baby. Let Papi know how good Daddy is making you feel… Papi can see how you’re such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock…’ Roman watched his movements through the phone screen – through the eyes of Damian – watching how his cock speared Wren’s swollen lips. Her white creamy essence clinging to his cock. The insides of her thighs wet as she flooded him with her heat. ‘You look so good on my cock. You were made for me. Made for us.’

He sucked his index and middle finger into his mouth soaking the digits with his saliva. Then he pressed them against her puckered opening. He groaned feeling it fluttering around him like it was trying to suck them in. ‘Take my fingers sweet girl. I know you can. You take our cocks all the time. Show Papi what a good girl you are. Imagine how good we’d make you feel if he was here right now. Me in your pussy. Damian in your ass…’ he broke off with a groan as his fingers breached Wren’s entrance. The tight ring clenching him so hard he could barely press forward. ‘Relax pretty girl,’ he breathed through gritted teeth. Wren was clenching him so hard. He wanted to pull out of her pussy and slip into her ass but the warm haven felt too good.

‘Roman… Damian..’ Wren let loose a loud moan as Roman’s fingers slid into her ass. ‘I need to come,’ she rocked back on Roman’s cock and fingers. A feeling of fullness rushed over her. The bite of pain morphed into pleasure and her body warmed.

‘Yes,’ Roman grunted as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass. ‘Come all over my cock pretty girl. Show Papi. You know he’s stroking his cock right now watching you being such a good girl. Come Wren.’

The second Wren’s scream flooded the speakers Damian’s cock erupted. Tiny moaning gasps flew from his mouth as his come shot all over his belly. His vision whited out and he clenched his eyes shut as his body fell apart. His body quivered and trembled like he’d been electrocuted and the electricity was still firing through his body. His hand kept working his cock until the final spurt of come dribbled over his knuckles. His hand fell lax around his softening cock and his body trembled again as an aftershock tore through him.

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman grunted feeling Wren’s body clench down on his as an orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hip. He slammed into her again and again. Over and over he sent him cock deep inside her. Her body trembling beneath him. Pressure rose inside of him and he tightened his fingers. ‘I’m gonna fill this pussy Wren.’

‘Please,’ Wren’s voice cracked, weak from the screams her orgasm took from her. ‘Come inside me Roman. Show Damian your come leaking from my body.’

Roman slammed into her again; hips slapping her ass like the crack of a whip. A roar tore from his lips from way down deep in his gut. His cock pulsed wildly inside her as rope after rope of his hot seed painted her womb like he promised to do. He whined feeling her clench as another tiny tremble coursed through her. ‘Wren…’ her name fell from his breath like a prayer and his head tilted back. He gasped desperately trying to draw oxygen into his deprived lungs.

He looked down and saw the phone had slipped; the angle showing the smooth skin of Wren’s ass. He adjusted the phone in his hand and his cock buried in her pussy was front and center again. He slowly pulled from her body. His cock coated. When he slipped free he moved the phone to show his come dribbling out and down over her pussy lips. He moaned and ran his fingers through it. He circled her clit, causing her body to jerk. She moaned as he gathered up his come and pushed it back inside her with two fingers.

Wren collapsed on the bed, her body giving out. Her legs kicked out behind her and she shivered feeling Roman’s lips against her skin. First on her ass cheek and then on the small of her back and up. Soft little kisses meant to calm and soothe.

Roman collapsed on the bed beside her after kissing her shoulder. She rolled to her side and snuggled against him. He adjusted so she was laying on his shoulder. His fingers danced lazily on his hip. He pressed a kiss to her head. His eyes flickered to the phone, still recording. He winked. ‘I hope you enjoyed that.’

‘I know I did,’ Wren murmured and tilted her head so she could see the phone. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home Damian. I hate that Roman gets to see you first in a few days,’ she pouted.

‘Maybe we’ll make you our own video.’ Roman grinned. ‘She likes that.’ He told the video feeling Wren tremble beside him.

The video ended with their goodbyes and Damian laid the phone done on the bed. He blew out a heavy breath as he sought to calm down. His chest still heaved but at least his heart wasn’t threatening to beat right out of it anymore. “Fuck,” he moaned. He hasn’t expected that to be waiting for him when he climbed into bed. The ending alone with Roman’s cock sliding in and out of Wren’s pussy would provide enough fodder for the next four nights while he was alone with only his hand for comfort. Come Thursday though, when Roman arrived…

Damian’s grin was practically predatory.

He couldn’t wait.

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nebuladreamerrr · 1 year ago

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Chicken wings| Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: A small forgetfulness forces you to have to turn to Kylian to buy you some things, without knowing the confusion it will create.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and I got the inspiration through various TikToks that had been in my fyp.

You had been grappling with menstrual cramps for weeks, but recent stress had sidelined them from your attention. At work, tensions were high with the onset of the new summer season and negotiations with prominent designers to boost sales. Additionally, your impending departure from the country with Kylian had triggered a flurry of packing at home, as you prepared to store away memories and swiftly transform your new residence into a comfortable haven. Despite your financial ease, you couldn't avoid the tedious task of deciding which items should remain in Paris until the season's end – your computer and attire for scheduled advertising campaigns – and what to leave behind until you settled into your new abode.

The flurry of events had caused you to overlook purchasing a box of pads and tampons. Since childhood, your periods have been lengthy but thankfully not too painful. Knowing the possibility of your period's imminent arrival, you understood the importance of being prepared to prevent any unwanted mishaps.

As you woke up this morning and felt something slick between your legs, you immediately grasped what had occurred. Hastily, you rose to prevent any further mess, relieved to find the pristine white linen sheets on your bed untouched. Seizing the opportunity while Kylian was at training, you swiftly changed them and tossed them into the washing machine. Despite their cleanliness, the lingering discomfort prompted you to make the switch.

After completing all these tasks, you made your way determinedly to the bathroom within the master bedroom, only to gasp at the realization of your oversight. You had forgotten to purchase your feminine hygiene products, leaving you feeling almost resigned to waiting until Kylian returned from training and noticed the situation. Yet, barely fifteen minutes had elapsed before you acknowledged the impossibility of remaining idle for so long.

You reached for your phone in an attempt to reach out to some friends, but they were all occupied with work or away from Paris. You even tried contacting your mother-in-law, attempting to downplay the situation due to the embarrassment it caused. However, Fayza had to inform you that she couldn't assist you, as she was attending Ethan's match. Despite her willingness to come over if necessary, you didn't want her to miss her youngest son's game. Grateful for her offer, you politely declined before ending the call and opting to message your partner instead.

You were aware that he likely wouldn't check his phone until an hour later, once training was over, especially if they had an early session that day. So you began composing the message, struggling with how to phrase it, as every attempt seemed too embarrassing. You and Kylian were quite close, but you had never asked him to purchase a box of sanitary pads for you. You were almost certain he hardly knew the model or brand you preferred, as you kept them tucked away in the same cupboard where various soaps and spare shampoos were stored, along with his beard shaver—items he typically paid little attention to. After much contemplation, you settled on this message:

"Hey baby, I forgot there were no pads and tampons left. Can you stop by the supermarket after training to buy tampons and pads with wings. Thank you so much, je t'aime".

You waited anxiously, attempting to distract yourself by experimenting with various nail polishes that had been sent to you for collaboration—an opportunity you hadn't yet had time to explore. "Make the most of the time" you reminded yourself, striving to find a silver lining in the situation. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a notification from your partner: "Perfect, darling, I've just finished. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door opening and footsteps ascending the stairs caught your attention. Yet, it was the soothing tone of your boyfriend's voice that truly lifted your spirits, pulling you from your reverie. Politely, he sought permission to enter before gently presenting you with the pads and tampons he had purchased, his greeting marked by a tender kiss. With a considerate gesture, he then exited the bathroom, affording you some privacy. Though accustomed to seeing each other unclothed countless times before, he intuited your desire for a moment to freshen up and alleviate the mild discomfort you were experiencing.

You were surprised to find wingless pads, but you guessed that Kylian might not have been able to find them and felt too awkward to inquire about their whereabouts or your preferred brand. After a lengthy, soothing shower and making yourself comfortable, you made your way to the living room, relieved to finally stand up. There, you found your boyfriend flipping through TV channels in search of something engaging to watch. His expression suggested he was having trouble finding anything appealing, so your arrival seemed to brighten his mood.

"Everything alright, mon amour?" asked your boyfriend as he tried to decipher your expression.

"Yes, thank you very much, darling," you replied as you settled down next to him on the couch.

"I was surprised you asked for wings, as you usually hate greasy food when you have your period. But I left the bag defrosting, assuming that's what my girl would like for lunch," he explained as he snuggled into your arms.

You tried not to laugh, but you couldn't help it when you realized how confused Kylian had been. Your sudden startled reaction prompted him to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie? You're scaring me."

You felt embarrassed, knowing that Kylian wouldn't let the topic go until you explained. So, reluctantly, you decided to address it.

"Sweetheart, I didn't ask for chicken wings, I asked for pads with wings. But it's okay, honey, the wingless pads worked just the same," you explained, trying to downplay the situation.

"What? I'm so sorry, I thought you were asking me for three things, I wasn't quite sure where..." But you interrupted him with a kiss because you knew it wasn't either of your faults.

"It's all right, Kyky. Let's look on the bright side - we already have food for today."

OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. I know that this story is shorter than usual but it was the best I could do in the amount of time I had. Remember that requests are open in case you want to send any ideas but dw cuz I got a lot of ideas written down for when I have more time.

❤️❤️❤️

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twistedpink · 5 months ago

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Who’s your valentine? @/cafekitsune banner

And the spinner says….

Jamil + hurt to comfort + non sexual intimacy (Post-graduation, ~1000 words)

Everyone and their mother knows how hard Jamil works. (Literally, there’s a colony of older women that pass him trinkets on the way to work now) It’s practically a walk of fame whenever you take him out.. Your neighborhood is poorer than most, and he’s got the best job in the building by far! Your man, a big shot <3

You’re lucky that even with all the attention, nobody sees the holes. That all the friends from college stopped visiting after the first month of avoiding clubbing like the plague- and it’s not that he’s abusive! Far from it! You only worry for his reputation, now that it really matters..

It feels like all you do these days is worry. How the washing machine is making those noises again (the sigh Jamil makes when you bring it up), or how the neighborhood cat turns her nose up at you even though you’ve spent hours at the porch for her (he says it’s a waste of time and money, but he’d never liked cats very much anyhow).

He goes on and on about how you should be resting and enjoying the “free time” you have more than you talk about anything meaningful anymore- You even miss small talk, and small talk sucks!

But, tonight, you’ll give him mercy. Today just feels special, and instead of mourning your past, sparks will fly!

When Jamil gets home you’re in a pressed, tight ensemble. Dinner is made fresh. The apartment is spotless (save for some petals)! It’s tasteful, romantic ;) He doesn’t make a single comment. In a frantic scramble to save dinner, you make the first contact in what feels like months

“So, how’s dinner? I tried out that seasoning pack you got!”

“I see.. You definitely tried.” Your own husband feels alien now- And it’s no wonder. He’s doing all these big, important things at work, and what do you do? What can you provide other than a decent meal and complaints?

Nothing.

Jamil heads to bed before you do, as he’s done for years, expecting you to amble in after a spot of trash tv. He isn’t awake long enough to cuddle, or do much of anything for your pleasure nowadays,,

The pleather couch is your only comfort now- and between fits of insomnia and cold sweats your covers are tossed aside in favour of wrestling up any half-decent sleep. Tomorrow will be better. There’s always tomorrow.

“Tomorrow”, as a concept, is terrible. A horrible thing tied so enthusiastically to hope should be illegal, but, boiling baths are pretty famous for making things more bearable, and you’re willing to try! There’s still rose petals in the hall, you kick limply at the velvety blobs in your peripheral, even if they don’t deserve the spite. If one thing’s for sure, you’ll probably never do something like this again.

The bath is already drawn when you arrive, aromatic steam tickles at your body hair as you’re lowered into the tub like one of those hot spring monkeys. You miss going to the zoo. God, you miss dates! It just feels like takeout and movies grew legs and walked away after your wedding- You were young, then, so full of potential,,

“You could’ve asked to join me.”

Suddenly, your eyes dilate like a kitten looking at a plastic mouse, and that faint, aware part of you floats away in the steam- Not before reminding you that it’s the weekend :) ! You can only watch as a drop of condensation make it’s way down his torso and into the towel laying loosely across his hips..

You waste no time- water splashes over the edge when you rush beneath the bubble cover. Sure, he’s seen you naked more times than you can count, but this is private!! You consider tossing the shampoo bottle, but decide against it. Even that’d be too good for him.. He’d run the bath with your salts and soaps, this belongs to you on principle!

“It’s my bath, I don’t need to ask!”

“Is that so? Then, I don’t need to either.”

You sigh before helping him in limply with one hand, and flicking water towards his face with the other- His hair is braided and tied back, but the front pieces where you helped him cut bangs a few years ago skim across the foamy surface. You resist fixing his exhausted hunch to spare your his pride.

You grab for his ankle with the tepid washcloth, and rub circles into his skin. He sinks back into the water to scooch into your touch and more of his hair gets wet, you make a note to wash it later.

“Is anything going on? Are the neighbours treating you well?”

Hm. Now you know his angle- Even after all these years, Jamil’s never been the type to initiate physical touch, but he knows you like it. The snake’s trying to butter you up!

“I’ve been treated well enough. Gonna’ start looking for a job soon, I think it’d be good to get out more. You understand, don’t you? With all the people you see?”

The wash cloth’s much softer in the warm water, and you scrub harder- only stopping when you notice the area going a little red. No matter how mad you are, he doesn’t deserve dry skin,, Jamil tosses around sighs and mumbled comments. You don’t need to work, he says, and you respond in kind. but I want to. The muscles in his thigh flex a little in response- akin to an eye twitch, you’d learned early on that he’d use flexing as a subtle way to reduce stress in school. He can’t hide from you here.

“Why would you want to work? It’s the worst way to spend your time. We have enough money- let me provide for you until we retire. You shouldn’t have make that sacrifice.”

You make him turn in the narrow tub, and begin to lavish his back and shoulders with the soapy water. Despite your ministrations, he stays so tense. Thinking back, maybe Jamil had never been truly comfortable.

“You ‘sacrifice’ yourself every day for your job. I’m tired of being alone all the time. Tired of not having you when I need to- When was the last time we were close like this?”

“I guess.. You’re right. We need to do this more often, but I only want you to work if you want to.”

“I do! Promise! But, in return I want you picking up less hours. There’s no point if you’re not here.”

For the first time in years, you are happy. He leans into your chest lovingly, and looks at you. Really sees you again, like when you were younger, when you were passionate. The change’ll take time, but for now, you’re happy with the progress.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day??”

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strawberrynightmare · 2 years ago

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Mikey, Nahoya, Senju & Hanma on a school trip

Mikey

~Only came because you came.

~Probably overslept and the whole bus had to wait for him because he was either late or almost late, it depends on how angry you sound through your text.

~He’s not a loud companion, since he’ll be asleep like 70% of the time, the rest would be eating and chatting with you. So it’s not bad unless you were counting on talking with him more or you don’t like him resting his head on your shoulder.

~Sits in the middle of the bus, but closer to the back where his buddies are. Still, a bit further so that the noise they make is not right behind you. If the teacher doesn’t allow eating inside, he’s the first to ignore them. Not that anyone listens, but before your poor teacher can even finish the sentence, they get interrupted with the noise of him opening a bag of crisps. As they repeat themselves, he looks them dead in the eye and eats it.

~Doesn’t cause as much trouble as one would think. When he's bored, he might tend to doze off and the group might accidentally lose him, so if you decide to take his hand in yours as a preventative measure, he’ll suddenly get into a wonderful mood.

~During free time, he lets you drag him around as you wish, hell, he’ll follow you around whether you suggest it or not. But he’ll demand that you visit a cafe/vending machine/restaurant every hour or less. If you don’t want to go and suggest that you just split, he’d be so offended. Like how dare you-

~Will literally pull out the offended gumball

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~But aside from that, he doesn’t have any special wishes so it’s up to you where you go.

~If you’re going into the mountains for a part of the trip, he’ll be extremely dissatisfied, but at the same time, he’d be having no difficulties. If you end up having them, he’d laugh at you for a minute, but he’ll effortlessly help you in any trouble. God forbid someone else mocks you though, because he’d be ready to push them down the slope.

~Does not listen to the tour guide to save his life. The moment they start speaking, he turns his face to you or any of his friends and starts talking, completely deaf to the teacher’s reminders.

~If you have a different gender than him, then you won’t be able to sleep in the same room in the hotel. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t be spending time together, because he’d absolutely drag you to his or invite himself into yours until he gets kicked out by the teachers.

~He would 100% be the type to get up at 2am with the sole purpose of making himself some jelly and accidentally wake up his roommates.

~But at the same time, he’d probably only pack the basics of the basics like a shirt and pants, toothbrush and shampoo. The rest of his suitcase would be filled with food. So he may or may not end up wearing some shirt or hoodie of yours if it happens to be big enough.

~Only takes photos if there’s something really worth keeping in his memory forever, like the view from a high mountain you just climbed, a beautiful aquarium with stingrays and sharks, y/n’s sleeping face, mysterious dungeon of mediaeval ruins, y/n’s amazed face-

~Not very enthusiastic about going souvenir shopping, but the moment you enter the shop, he’s in five places at once, pointing at everything that catches his eye and buys at least a half of it.

~But then ends up attached to this stuff and only gives it to his friends and family two months later after he got bored with it. -.-

Nahoya

~You might run into him and his brother while they shop for stuff for the trip and then you’ll get dragged to accompany them, which is nice because you’ll be able to get your own shopping done while being able to get opinions from someone else.

~He doesn’t have much issue with packing and arriving on time. He’ll be there maybe a few minutes before the departure. But he’s 100% one of the menaces in the back and aims to get the seats in the back so that you and his brother can sit together. He’s willing to beat up someone if there’s a need.

~He’s not particularly loud if the situation doesn’t call for it. He’ll especially tone down if either you or Souya are asleep.

~You’re eating a full course meal over there, cause even if there aren’t small tables attached to the seat, there’s more space than if there were only the two of you, which gives you the opportunity to trade food even better.

~Most of the time passes by telling each other stories from your life, chatting, chilling, bickering or just doing your own thing. His grin is even bigger because he secretly likes how close you are but I dunno if you would cause his hair would probably tickle you a bit

~Kinda like Mikey, he barely acknowledges the presence of teachers and just does his own thing. Maybe if the tour guide manages to catch his interest? I imagine he’d perk up at a mention of some dark local legends or a famous battle happening nearby and the guide would glance at this grinning guy when he explained more gruesome details and visibly sweat

The guide: 👀

Nahoya: 😁

~When it comes to free time, along with his brother he’d want to try a local ramen shop. Aside from that, everything is up to you. Even if you passed the shop that caught your eye like an hour ago. Doesn’t matter. Better than standing there doing nothing.

~So you set out for an adventure and it all went well until you encountered some delinquents who seemed to have beef with your boyfriend. They were shouting something about him beating them up in the 2nd grade and then he beat them up again.

~And you managed to find the adorable souvenir shop you were looking for! Great! Now find the way back to the meeting spot.

~When it comes to more physical activities, everyone will think that Nahoya is having a blast on the mountain trail, considering his wide smile. But only you and his brother will be close enough to hear the constant bouquets of curses coming like sparks from between his clenched teeth.

~In the hotel… It’s not much different from others. It’s either you or them who absolutely forget about having their own room if you have opposite genders. Nahoya will shamelessly get his suitcase into your room and make himself comfortable there, going as far as putting his clothes into the wardrobe and his toothbrush on the sink (gets kicked out either by your roommates or by the teachers)

~Would probably hold you from behind with his head on your shoulder while you mind your own business if he’s quite tired, if not, you can always play games and chat or a legendary pillow fight might occur. You never know.

~As for zoo time, I feel like he’d spent a lot of time with the monkeys ‘cause he liked how fun they were. But then you probably dragged him to the flamingo exhibit to compare the colours and make fun of him like “look, I finally see where you got your inspiration for hair colour from” and then you had to make a run for it.

~Loses his shit in the butterfly house over butterflies constantly landing on his hair. There were so many of them thinking that his afro was some kinda flower, at some point, he just gave up. And you got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a photo like this, it probably ended up as your wallpaper.

~You spend the ride back reviewing the photos you took, comparing the souvenirs and rating the best and worst moments.

~I am defending with my life that they are probably some of the funniest people to be around.

Senju

~She’s the kind of a person who’s so excited she’s already packed two weeks prior and takes you shopping for food, mosquito repellent, wet tissues and other things that might come in handy. Although she’ll also try to buy all kinds of unnecessary stuff so it’s up to you to stop her. Or not, but then she’ll need not a single suitcase, but at least two.

~One of the earliest to arrive because she just couldn’t contain herself. Gets on the bus and saves a seat for you. Also sits near the back, but doesn’t mind sitting closer to the front if you want to. Or, if her dear brothers slow things down, she might be a bit late and very dissatisfied about it.

~You spend the ride mostly chatting or playing some travel games with her. On the stops, she drags you to explore the gas station and the area nearby, even though there’s rarely anything to see. During these few hours of the ride, you have plenty of time to catch up on everything you might have forgotten to say or even watch a movie/serial together. And you’d do that cute couple thing with sharing the earphones <3

~Basically jumps out of the bus the moment you’re at the destination. Although she barely listens to the guide, she has literal stars in her eyes when looking around the unknown city and constantly asks the adults about when the free time will be.

~And when it comes, she’ll go with you wherever you want first and then, you guessed it! She’ll drag you around the whole place but somehow won’t get lost. Idk how. And when it’s time to go back, your friends will be like, “We went to a cafe and then bought some souvenirs” and then you’d be like “We went shopping, found an amusement park, went on a rollercoaster ride, ate cotton candy, then went on a cruise where we befriended a guy who had his birthday today so we gave him some of our souvenirs and he invited us to his birthday party so we went there, ate some cake and met senju’s brother’s friend’s cousin who offered us a ride back here. So here we are”

~And she didn’t even get tired after all of that. The stamina.

~If you get to share a room, prepare for everything, cause you won’t be getting any sleep at all. Face masks! Movies! Games! Gossip! Snacking! Cuddles! There’ll be a little bit of everything so you sure as hell won’t be bored even for a minute.

~Refuses to acknowledge the fact that she has her own bed. When the teachers come to see if everyone’s in their beds, she’ll lay in hers, but 0,0001sec after they’re gone, she’s climbing into yours and clinging to you. 50/50 chances that you might fall from the bed in the middle of the night.

~In the zoo, it’s similar to the city, she’s running everywhere. And when I say running, I mean RUNNING. Because the place is big, and there’s not enough time to see everything, so she figured out that the faster you move, the more you see.

~Photo booth! She’s dragging you to the first one she sees but cannot choose the background she wants so she ends up going for several and they all have her making stupid faces.

~And yes, she’s buying LOTS of souvenirs. Honestly, it’s so hard not to get infected with her enthusiasm at some point. Until the exhaustion hits, that is.

~She’s a bit calmer in places such as museums or galleries. It’s kinda cute to watch her stare at a modern painting, trying to make sense of it. She’s absolutely touching everything, though. Even if it’s not allowed, she’ll find a way to touch it so that no one sees. And if it’s some kind of “touch everything” exhibit? You’re sure as heck she IS going to touch every. single. thing.

~Too tired to be sad it’s over. Asleep for most of the ride back.

Hanma

~Like Mikey, only going because you’re going. Can come off unprepared at first glance, but it’s not like he needs “all of this mess” in the first place as he put it. He didn’t take any coat, cuz he rarely gets cold. Didn’t take mosquito repellent because they barely bother him. Didn’t take sun cream cause he rarely gets burnt etc etc. He probably “accidentally” didn’t take his hair brush either, cuz he remembered that one time you said he looked hot with messy hair.

~Shows up JUST IN TIME. Like, you’re standing there, worrying that he’s almost late and he suddenly appears behind you, putting his hands on your eyes with a “guess who~ ❤️”. Doesn’t like sitting near the window for some reason and insists that you take it. Biggest menace in the back, probably does the thing where he puts down his back seat annoying the hell outta the person behind him.

~Mostly passes the ride by annoying others, singing/blasting most random songs, chatting, eating and grinning smugly when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

~The moment he gets off the bus, you know that nothing good’s gonna happen from the way he stretches, looks around and grins at you. During the city tour, he’s mostly on his phone and only ever speaks to annoy the adults. They probably made him walk in front right next to them because they were so fed up with him after he went to buy a funny hat while no one was looking. You were actually standing in place because the guide was talking about something + the pace was rather slow, so he would most likely get away with it, had the teachers not decided to count the students at that exact time. You tried texting him, but it was too late.”

~In the end, he managed to free himself saying that you’ll keep an eye on him and they bought it since they were absolutely fed up with Hanma’s babbling after an hour or so.

~Bro is LONG so physical activities are no biggie for him. He likes a challenge and if you have a problem, he’ll make fun of you (he’s literally ready to carry you on his back if there’s a need) until it comes to squeezing in between the rocks. Suddenly, he’s not so amused anymore while having to constantly duck, squeeze his shoulders and crawl.

~Is dead set on ruining every photo you take. You never see it coming either. You want him to take a photo of you with a beautiful panoramic view behind you? Sure! He’ll even instruct you to move a bit and then right before taking a photo, he’ll tell you a hilarious joke or a funny situation from his life and then takes the ugliest shot of your face you have ever seen and refuses to delete it then as you get back he has it printed, framed and hung in his room (you throw it away the moment you come over and see it) or when you just want to take a selfie and he appears from nowhere in dumb sunglasses and even dumber smile the very moment you take it.

~You’d think he’d be more enthusiastic during free time, but he doesn’t really have anywhere he wants to go and just follows you around. Ah yeah, you forgot that all of the time is free time for him. That being said, he’s chill most of the time, maybe suggests a bar if it looks cool enough. He’d pull you into a side alley for an intense make out session for shits and giggles.

~Another one to camp in your hotel room. Or even better, he’ll drag you to his own entirely so that he can go shower saying that he’ll be back in a second only to come out with wet hair and only a towel around his waist to see your reaction.

~You’d probably play some fun games together or watch something while commenting on it and cuddling. And no, he does not care about his disgusted roommates. He is going to latch himself onto you no matter the position you sit/lay in.

~Probably tried to sneak into your room after bed hours. Like, legit opened the window in his (if we’re talking about ground level rooms) after the teachers checked everything and got his roommates to cover for him and say that he’s in the bathroom while he texted you to open yours and sneaked in to sleep with you. He probably got away with it as well.

~He’d absolutely want to feed the piranhas in the zoo. Like, he’d watch the worker with shiny eyes and torment them until they let him even if it’s not exactly allowed. Same goes for feeding the goats and petting the horses. He’d be jumping over fences and running from security but he’s absolutely petting everything that’s pettable.

~Starts screaming when he reads on a terrarium label about a “mountain chicken” and there’s a frog inside. Goes as far as to bother random strangers and ask them whether they see a chicken or a frog.

~Probably got bitten by a llama.

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withlovenavi · 9 months ago

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thinking about pro!tsukishima who comes home exhausted after a full week of working on the museum in the mornings and practice in the afternoons. that time of the year is the worst with both jobs packing up with more and more responsibilities and matches coming.

in a particular day, he feels like he’s going to explode. five groups of kids coming to the museum gives him the biggest headache, and then he has to deal with his annoying coworker complaining of his lack of enthusiasm and politeness with the kids. tsukishima likes kids but not others kids.

it doesn’t get better in practice. his blocks aren’t good enough to stop the ball, his serves are sloopy and he has to hit several times. two of his teammates gets into a fight. not in a cute love quarrel like hinata and kageyama used to but in an actual hatred argument that forces the coach to bench them for the next match.

so when he finally goes home, he is exhausted.

“i’m home.”

weirded out by the lack of reply, he goes inside home. and then he hears a childish laugh together with some splashes and a more mature laugh from the second floor. inmediately tsukishima smiles.

going two step at the time on the stairs, all exhaustation away, tsukishima rushes to the bathroom.

while tsukishima takes care of the house and takashi in the mornings, every afternoon tadashi goes to the daycare and have a nice father-son time. that usually ends with tadashi having to put on their clothes in the washing machine and an hour-bath.

and that's how he finds them: tadashi and takashi fighiting with some dinosaurs toys. takashi still has shampoo in his head and tadashi was completly soaked. both of his boys smiling and laughing.

tsukishima can go throgh hell outside his house but only because he knows he'll find his personal heaven at home.

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ccswife · 10 days ago

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The hearts a muscle too

| Timeskip!Miya Atsumu x strengthcoach!reader |

smau hybrid, slowburn, enemies to lovers

synopsis: where one of Osamus best friends becomes the strength and conditioning coach for MSBY, and falls for his mischievous twin.

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Ch. 3 - Ice packs and ego trips

tuesday, 10:32 AM

greetings of receptionists and staff fill the air surrounding you as walk into the athletic building. with a quick tap of your foot, you waited for the elevator to arrive, greeting people as they walked past, and offering up some conversation every now and then.

after a quick trip up to the top floor, you step out, and quickly make your way to kuroos office.

with a swift knock, the door swings open and kuroo englufs yu into his arms.

"hiiiiii sweet thing, ive missed you"

he basically coos at you, as if you were a baby. your face deadpans as you pull away

"hi honey im home"

keeping the straight face you two stare at eachother, only before bursting into laughter, and walking over to sit down near his desk

"so catch me up on this uhsiwaka scandal"

4:39 PM

The weightroom was empty, humid and wet, but empty. Some of the boys decided to lift after practice and requested you be there to help, and just so they dont hurt themselves (as shoyo stated). All you could hear now was the buzz of the vending machine down the hall- paired with an occasional grunt and the sound of a garbage can being kicked.

Honestly, it couldve been alot of other things, and walking around the corner, you thought of every scenario possible.

"maybe someones having custodial closet sex??" is the last thing you said before stopping like a deer in headlights.

What you didnt expect to find was Miya Atsumu lurking in the corner of the training room like a jilted prom king. ESPECIALLY not shirtess, sweaty, and swearing at an ice pack.

"fuckin thing wont stay" he muttered to himself, pressing it into his shoulder with the grace of a half-brained monkey.

taking a couple steps forward and propping yourself onto the doorframe, you jest

" i cant believe i have to say this, but..... sitting still would help your case"

he jumped- only a little, then turned to face you. His expression read as annoyed, eyes said defensive and a side of something else you couldnt quite put your finger on.

" what're you doin' here?" he asked, as if you were the one kicking garbage cans and cursing loudly.

" checking on whose making all this noise. and if youve died of embarressment yet" you said the last bit with a menacing smile on your face.

he scrunched up his nose and made a "nananana" noise at you, like a four year old would.

"Ya, real funny" he says , dragging out the real

" god im hilarious, i know i know" you walk all the way in now, approaching him at the pt table.

"hold still."

he looks at you like youre absouletly crazy, and watches as you grab Saran Wrap. Standing infront of him and beginning to wrap the ice pack onto his arm, you give him small demands.

his scent hits you first, a mixture of sweat, cologne and a hint of shampoo. what you realize next is the silence, it was so thick you could chew on it.

he tensed when your fingers brushed his arm.

“i said hold still, not flex.”

“m’not flexin’,” he grumbled. “just got big muscles.”

you raised a brow. “is that what we’re calling overcompensation now?”

“yer relentless.”

“not yet.”

continuing, he stared at your face and laughed when you would give him a new demand (which he would often deem impossible with the ice pack on, then proceed to do swiftly)

“you always talk this much when you're manhandling your athletes?”

you didn’t look up. “only when they act like toddlers with a god complex.”

atsumu scoffed, then winced when the ice pack shifted. “don’t pretend ya know me.”

“oh, i don’t have to pretend. your reputation got here before you did—loud, dramatic, and allergic to taking feedback.”

his jaw flexed. “you don’t get to talk about ‘feedback’ when all you do is give shit advice and flex your clipboard like it’s a damn sword.”

you smirked. “sorry, were you hoping for a cookie every time you didn’t pull a muscle?”

“no, just maybe some basic respect from someone who thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

you stepped closer. “i am better than you. especially when it comes to keeping my body functional past 25.”

he leaned forward, eyes sharp, voice low. “you think insulting me is gonna keep me from noticing the way you look at me?”

you scoff

“i look at you like a problem,” you snapped. “because that’s what you are. a walking pulled deltoid with a superiority complex.”

“maybe I like bein’ a problem,” he muttered, bitter. “at least I ain’t boring.”

you taped the wrap harder than necessary—just enough for him to grunt.

“you done?” he growled.

you stepped back, jaw tight. “with the tape, yeah. with you? God, I wish.”

he caught the roll you tossed at him midair, still glaring.

“go ice your attitude while you’re at it,” you said, walking off.

“y’know,” he called after you, “for someone who doesn’t care, you sure spend a lotta time pissed off.”

you didn’t respond.

you just slammed the door on your way out.

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A/N:ayyayayyayayyayayayaa chapter 3 done. i kinda changed some of my writing but im trying my best to mke this a good story lol. feel free to send in reqs for next chapters :)))))))))))))))))

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Scrub my back and I'll scrub yours - Benji Kaplan x reader

Scholars should research the direct relationship between getting dick and not wanting to stick a fork in a socket. You'd even be a part of the control group, offering up your sage advice,recounting how a badly timed period and then your boyfriend going to Poland made you experience new levels of ennui. Now, Benji was the "a true knight who isn't afraid to get his sword bloody" type of guy. But you figured that the presence of dirty towels and him with your blood on his hands or cock or mouth would wind up making you cry hysterically.

"New hormones side effect, I guess." you joke, dancing around the real reason the whole thing freaked you out. Truth was, ever since his attempt, you couldn't stand to see him "hurt." If pills hadn't done the trick, what would be the next step if not sharp objects. Benji didn't question why your kitchen knives were all now safer blades, the kind they used on MasterChef Junior. He didn't say anything when you started using different methods of body hair removal. He saw you try everything from tweezers, waxing, and depilatory thingies. Even when you gave up all that and rocked a full bush, he didn't mind. The cycle continued. The uglier side of this ultimately was also keeping you sane and active. Worrying about Benji stopped you from falling apart without him. The "messy emotional wreck" you were on your period didn't even compare to the one you'd become after your boyfriend left for the airport.

That was a challenge. Benji gave you a gentle kiss goodbye and slinked off to pack at the last minute. Then you got little voice notes and snapshots of Poland at weird hours. Of course, the horndog couldn't help but also send you a couple of dick pics, all taken in the hotel bathroom. Your days consisted of replying to all that and not much else. It started to blend together. The books you read, meals you ate, dreams you had. It was all bleak. As pathetic as it sounds, you only left your bed if it was strictly necessary. Your Benji, your energy, your driving force was out there, burning enough fuel for the two of you. And you were just waiting for him.

You thanked the heavens that your boyfriend happened to run into your roommate as they were leaving. You also cursed everything because you looked rough. Benji sat down his huge backpack and sat at the edge of your bed, going through all the little souvenirs he brought you. He was enthusiastically shoving a beaver magnet ,which apparently had "whore" written on it, in your face. Then he stopped to truly look at you.

To Benji, you were always the most gorgeous woman in the universe. But now your hair was greasy, skin flaky and without being a cunt, he could see that you hadn't been showering or brushing your teeth. He'd seen it before, your lows. And he knew how to get you out of them. Step 1 - gently nudging you towards what he wanted. Step 2 - Redacted until further notice. So he stripped off his shirt, not missing how your eyes were superglued to his chest. That and a "Come shower with me?" was all it took for him to be able to break your streak. Perhaps you would still continue to feel low in the upcoming days, but at least you would do it clean. That is when he also sneakily throws your sheets in the washing machine later and sticks around to take them out. Benji seals the deal with a kiss. You're practically sprint to the shower when you feel him against you, cock twitching for your touch.

Two pairs of clothes are in messy heaps on the bathroom floor. Benji takes out your shower products, and there's a tenderness in your heart when he can pick out your shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel. Among the truly excessive amounts of things accumulated on the shelf, he's gotten yours correct. Naturally, he gets distracted by the mirror, staring at you like a little creep, kissing your neck, and trying to memorize your facial expressions.

When you try to shoo him off, he just argues back with a "Wanna see you, wanna hear you, want all of you." He's only satisfied when there's a telltale redness of a hickey forming, his mark on your skin. Permanent reminder that Benjamin Kaplan was here.

And was he ever, currently wrecking small havoc in your shower. The products that were in his hands are now haphazardly dropped. It's all under control, he claims. He's already stepped in and fiddling with the temperature, so it's perfect for you. To his credit, Benji had the hindsight to bring in his phone and asks you to play "relaxing music" before you join him. You close your eyes, get in, and let him pamper you. He feels like heaven. He's so careful, making sure to concentrate on your scalp and get proper suds in. He humors you by trying to make a giant bubble and failing. You don't miss how he promises he'll take care of you root to tip if you take care of him root to tip. Partially because he uses that moment to slide himself between your thighs and thrust his hips, nudging the head of his cock against your clit.

"God, I barely even touched you and you're soaking me. If I knew it would be like this, I would have done this last week." Benji is like a dog with a bone, even here. But he was about to be refused his big stick, for now.

"We can't fuck in the shower, that's nasty to the other people that live here." You try to cut him off. But he doesn't let up, just slows, aching cock still sliding. Searching. Needing.

"I'm not fucking you, though am I? Just dry humping. Well, technically wet humping." He tries, silver tongue and charm never failing him.

"Semantics, Benjamin. I can't tell you that I don't want you to fuck me raw, to mark me as yours, to fill me up completely. Because I do. But I can tell you that right now it's either a condom, which terrible idea in the shower. Or, shelling out a pretty penny for emergency plan b."

"Your horribly concealed so far, by the way, breeding kink aside, there is a 3rd option. We both get to cum, but I blow my load into your pretty mouth. The snack that smiles back and all." He suggests, cockhead no longer trying to inch itself in you.

"Benji, what did they do to you abroad? Why did you revert back to your probably college self who thought that girls orgasm from giving head?" You half-joke, as if your partner hadn't at least matched or doubled the times you got off in comparison with himself. He doesn't dignify you with a response just carefully detaches the shower head and lowers it on the floor. God knows it's pure spite that's powering the thing so that the stream continues upwards. It's not clicking in your brain yet, but when he opens his big mouth, it does.

"Remember that one time we got monstrously high and went off about our first orgasms? How you’re too scared to even touch this one? And how your landlord is too cheap to come in and replace anything, even though it’s already here?" You glance at the perfect good, new shower head that’s been confined to the corner. It was still unopened, waiting on the horrible man you despised. But, you had the most amazing thoughtful boyfriend, who got very inebriated in a hotel shower and got reminded of your predicament. That's why he came prepared, swiss army knife tucked into his pants. And before he could tell you all this and add a ”and I'm also happy to see you joke” he had to make you cum. Benji slowly ran the shower head up your thighs, letting you feel the lukewarm watter. You spread when he tells you and let the sensation take over you. It had been so long that it was surprising how fast you were about to finish. Your moans were muffled by Benji's hands, who reminded you of accoustics. He was snug as a bug in a rug, feeling you rub your ass against his erection as he played with you. Should he up the temperature just a little bit? Or is pressing it closer against you enough? Maybe faster? Or slower? It was like a game to him, and he was looking for his own Konami code to make you cum. He stops fucking around and actually angles the shower head, moving it rapidly against your cunt. 1, 2, 3 and presto, you were falling apart, moaning Benji's name.

Now, for all his percived assholery and selfishness, Benjamin was actually the perfect gentleman. But you were a horny mess that only got worse after coming. So as soon as he turns the faucet off, you're on your knees, pressing kisses against his cock. Muttering a quiet please, asking for permission. He is almost too far gone already, thinking of how good your mouth feels. Nonetheless he gives in, tells you to show him how much you missed him and the glint in your eyes is his undoing. You lick a stripe up his cock, tongue flat and eager. Your tongue teases his head, swirling, searching, again and again. His hands grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail, eager to bring you closer to him. In, pull, making you take him deeper, out, giving you the opportunity to get used to it, to breathe. Then in again, ad naseum, hips thrusting slightly, cock twitching. Benji whispering sweet nothings to you, rambling how good you are, how you were made for this, how he loves you. Benji, almost hypnotized by your head bobbing, the moans leaving you, how you're groping your tits or touching yourself so he feels good. He cums with a prolonged "fuck" and the next words out of his mouth are "Jesus Christ" as he watches you swallow his load, then show him. A kiss reminds him that he's still here, he didn't ascend to heaven. No death by snu snu for him. As Benji starts messing with the screwdrivers on the shower head, it clearly becomes fast apparent that a handyman isn't a suitable career for him. You tease him about it, as you attempt to help him, cracking jokes and actually trying. Benji thinks that yes, while home repair wasn't his forte, therapy certainly was. Even though his ways would definitely have Hypocrates rolling in his grave.

#benji kaplan x reader #benji kaplan smut #kieran culkin x reader #kieran culkin smut

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deafeninggalaxycandy · 6 months ago

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✨️NICHOLE DANIELS HEADCANONS✨️

trigger warning: slight mentions of racism (she lives in south park, did u rlly think I'd ignore the obvious?)

• Nicole Amber Daniels

• She/Her

• Born on March 28th, 2003

• 5'4"

• Pansexual

• Nichole is really such a sweetie and so full of life. She's a ball of energy and brightness, always wanting to do something. Kyle got her interested in basketball and she loves it. The school opened up a female basketball team and she's the best player.

• Tolkien gave Nichole an arcade machine for her birthday that she uses all the time. It has a bunch of 80s games on there and she really likes Super Mario Bros, Tetris, and Ms. Pacman.

• Has a wide collection of Funko Pop dolls.

• Accidently vegan, she's lactose intolerant and allergic to eggs and she was already vegetarian. She also loves avocados.

• Amazing cook but she cannot bake. She's burned herself so much she's not allowed around the oven anymore.

• One of the smartest students in class. She's right behind Kyle and Wendy in terms of grades.

• Borderline obsession with dandelion crayons. She bought a rare pack of them for over $1,000 online. She just adores the color.

• Nichole is very interested in comic books and Marvel superheroes. Her favorite one is Storm from the X-Men

• Likes sunshine a lot. Summer, blue skies, the beach. Sunlight on her skin makes her feel alive and happy.

• Really good ballroom dancer. She tried to teach Tolkien how to ballroom dance, but he has two left feet.

• Kyle acted really weird around Nichole through most of middle school because he still had feelings for her while she was with Tolkien but they eventually talked it out. He got over the crush of course but things were still uncomfortable until around 9th grade. Ultimately, she doesn't love him but she respects him a lot and they hang out frequently as friends.

• Actually really shy and easily embarrassed. New people scare her a bit. But once she gets comfortable she literally never shuts up. She can talk for hours and hours about anything at all.

• Really good at art, likes to paint scenery. Mostly nature like mountains, flowers, lakes, parks, greenery overall.

• Best friends with Red. She has a tiny crush on them but never showed it.

• Really enjoys Kyle's poetry. He even inspired her to write a little.

• Listens to BTS, TXT, TWICE, and FAKY (she's a kpop stan)

• Really likes honey. Her shampoo and condition are honey-scented, her lotion is honey, she drinks honey straight from the bottle. Most of what she eats are Nature Valley Honey granola bars.

• Loves Steven Universe. She's incredibly invested in the lore and cried when Future ended. To this day, she still wrestles with herself about if Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz was really a bad person because she actually loves the character.

• Writes and reads HELLA fanfiction. Wattpad is her home. That being said, she despises book-tok. She actually enjoys reading the story and reads mostly romance with small bits of tasteful smut. She read Haunting Adeline once out of curiosity and vomited.

• Her favorite book is Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison.

• Nichole is really the only one with a 100% healthy and happy relationship with her parents, specifically with her dad. They hang out a lot, usually playing chess, or watching the Avengers. William roots for Iron-Man, Nichole likes Black Widow because she reminds her of Red.

• She has had problems with her complexion and naturally kinky hair due to being around mostly white girls in South Park (and Cartman's bullying/stereotyping). This led to her having some self-confidence issues and attempts to make herself fit into the European beauty standard.

• Her mom sent her to a therapist for this, and it helped a lot. Mainly because one of her therapy tools was to avoid Cartman for a while (preferably forever). However, she still has a habit of flat ironing her hair as a subconscious effort to "fit in."

• Currently learning ballet from Wendy.

• Really wants to go to Paris one day, she's in love with French culture.

Istg if someone starts calling me racist over this. This took a lot of effort so pls no hate :(

Yall asked for Nichole, I provided with this adorable girlie 💛she's so cuteeeeee I can't even

Red McArthur is up next!!

#south park #south park headcanons #nichole daniels #tolkien black #eric cartman #red mcarthur #wendy testaburger #ilovenicholeshesmybaby

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threesmallcrows · 6 months ago

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MattMelloWeek Day 3: First Date / New Beginnings

The night before Matt left rehab, Mello drove over to his house and cleaned it.

Matt’s rehab facility was well-known, expensive, acclaimed and highly decorated. Who knew that they gave out awards to rehabilitation clinics, but they did, and it had won them. Best of Los Angeles, 2006 - 2011. More to the point, the facility had worked for Mello. Therefore, Matt should be no big issue.

“You think I have fewer problems than you,” Matt accused, the night before he left.

“I don’t think that.”

“You do.”

He tapped his cigarette off into Mello’s car’s cupholder. “You think I have less problems and they’re smaller and, like, easier to deal with.”

Mello resisted the urge to claw into the cupholder and throw the ashes out the window. “No one is saying your life is easy. Ash outside.”

Matt stabbed the window-down switch. “Basically, everything is my own fucking fault,” he complained, over a hot stream of traffic, but he was running out of steam. Mello had never once claimed that Matt’s addiction was his fault; how could he, when Mello too had been an addict? Who’d once undergone surgery to fix his cocaine-perforated septum?

“Can they fix your snoring too?” Matt had joked at the time.

Mello helped pack the last few pairs of underwear into the suitcase, since Matt had by then wilted totally, and was slumped silently by the headboard, arms slack around a pillow.

That had made Mello a little angry. His posture of enduring being sent away. As if the rehabilitation was a punishment Mello was visiting on him, and not a medical decision he had consented to as an adult. If you didn’t want to sign the forms, you shouldn’t have signed them.

But he had written: Matthew Jeevas, Matthew Jeevas. He departed for 100 days of inpatient treatment. Tomorrow, he was coming home. It should be a nice home, Mello thought, unlocking the front door. He deserved that.

The washing machine was broken and the drying machine was broken and the microwave was missing its plate.

He found the plate on the nightstand, where Matt had been using it to crush his powders.

Mello brought the plate to the kitchen and rinsed it, and replaced it atop the turntable ring. He pulled on gloves and disassembled the towers in the sink. He killed the mold at the sink’s bottom. He killed marching lines of ants with long brushstrokes of bug spray, harvested their corpses with swipes of paper towel. Only with the house less rife did he begin to pick items off the floor, which felt at first like picking leaves from a forest: futile and neverending.

Whey packets, self-help novels, empties and loosies.

Frustrated, arms beading sweat inside their rubber casing, Mello began to do what he swore he wouldn’t, which was to toss things of Matt’s which were clearly beyond redemption. If Matt wanted a new sachet of whey, Mello would be happy to buy him one which wasn’t 2 years expired. If he wanted a self-help book Mello would loan him a library card.

He didn’t own a library card, but how hard could it be to get one? Children had them. It would be easy.

The drugs went in the toilet, obviously; Mello didn’t worry over those.

The holey boxers and broken-necked cables and $1 buy-one-get-one red-stickered DVDs—he’d stopped worrying about, also.

Quarter-full shampoo bottles. Stained restaurant clamshells.

It was 08:30 by the time he finished hoovering (with a vacuum he hauled over from his own flat, since Matt’s was, of course, broken), and then there was no time for sleep, because in half an hour he had to leave to pick him up.

Matt had sold all his working appliances to afford his dealer’s prices.

Mello showered quickly in the stall he’d just cleaned and felt vaguely dissatisfied.

You’re just sleep-deprived, he told himself. Strong front.

And then there was Matt, looking neither well nor unwell in the passenger seat.

“Hi.”

“Yeah, hey.”

“You look—better.”

“I guess I’m supposed to be.”

Emitting a very muted energy, as Mello negotiated the fast lanes of the freeway.

“Wow,” he said, monotonously, as he stepped through the door.

“Did some cleaning.”

“I see that. You threw all my stuff away.”

A headache process booted up in Mello’s upper-right temple. “I didn’t ‘throw away all your stuff’. I kept everything you’d want,” he said, showing Matt the possessions he’d neatly binned for him, organized and stacked against the bedroom wall.

“Because you know completely what I do and don’t find valuable.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right, I should have kept all the moldy takeout so you could finish eating the mold out the bottom. I should have kept your socks with fifty holes in them.”

“What if my mom knitted me those socks?”

“Your mom never knitted you any socks, she was a fucking heroin fiend,” snapped Mello.

Matt’s eyes bugged slightly, where he was crouched over a bin, which is how Mello knew he’d taken him off guard. With his meanness and undeserved cruelty.

You went there, dude. You went to “dead mom”.

Stop it, enough. Apologize. Mello didn’t, because he felt that actually Matt owed him an apology. For spending 13 hours cleaning his house, and receiving not a syllable of gratitude.

Fuck. How was it all going so wrong already?

Mello caved first and retreated. He went outside to the tiny landing over the stairs, to look out over the overgrown backyard. He hadn’t tried to do anything about the yard, because it didn’t make Matt sad the way the inside of the house did. Its messiness was okay. Milkweed and cactus, weeds in tire planters.

A leak of steam from down the wall announced that Matt was in the shower.

He emerged onto the patio bare-chested, with a towel around his shoulders.

When he saw Mello was smoking, he held his hand out and said, “Don’t leave me hangin’.”

Matt sucked down the cigarette like a soda on a hot day. “They tried to get me to quit this too,” he added, sliding Mello’s carton over and extracting a new stick. “I was like, come on. You gotta give me something.”

“Like, if you only feed me broccoli, I’m gonna bust out of Alcatraz,” he joked.

“What did they feed you?”

“We had, uh, turkey tetrazzini. ‘Sloppy Joes’.”

Matt squeezed around the grimed lawn chair in the corner, which brought him into Mello’s orbit. He edged behind him to put his forehead on his back.

“It looks like when I moved in,” he said, resting his elbows on Mello’s waist. “The house. It kind of freaked me out. I mean, it’s nice, but. I guess I feel like you have these, like, high expectations of me, and I’m afraid I won’t meet them.”

“I don’t have expectations of you.”

“Wow, thank you.”

Mello revised: “My expectation of you is you come with me to Tito’s and you pay for my quesabirria.”

“Done. As long as I don’t have to eat a vegetable.”

“You’ll have to eat a vegetable, eventually.”

“Okay, fine. Tomorrow."

#mattmelloweek2024 #matt x mello #death note #fanfic #crow.original #matt develop a balanced diet challenge (he's never going to do it)

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ladyantiheroine · 8 months ago

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Heroine Fantasy

Summary: Hughie gets a package in the mail and asks Annie for a favor. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Hughie Campbell x Annie January

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 3.6k words

Tags: Femdom, pegging, roleplay, hair-pulling, breaking the bed, domestic bliss, fluff and smut, cute.

This is a bad idea.

It wasn’t the first time those words entered Hughie’s head, and they were usually a good sign he was about to make a mistake. He stared down at the freshly delivered package on his bed. He made the order impulsively, and tried not to think about it until an Amazon delivery driver brought it to his door.

Now it was here, and despite his reservations he had a pair of scissors in his hand and was cutting open the tape. He sliced over the tag with the address to him and Annie’s new apartment and tossed the scissors aside. The package didn’t have anything dangerous in it, if he wasn't mistaken. But he stared at it like it may have a bomb inside.

After a moment, Hughie split open the folds of the box. His hands pushed past dozens of white packing peanuts until his fingertips brushed a strap of black leather. Gulping, he curled his fingers around it and pulled it out.

The silver buckles of the harness gleamed in the sunlight streaking between the window blinds. Hughie had the seller tailor it to Annie’s exact measurements, based on her Starlight suit. He even had her star logo painted on the front. And of course, securely attached to the front was a long, plastic dildo.

Hughie traced the length of the phallus with his finger. It was harder than it looked, and his asshole clenched just looking at it.

And even worse? Just touching it made him hard.

Hughie blushed and quickly dropped the whole harness back into the packing peanuts. He ran his hands through his hair and paced around the room.

“I’m such an asshole,” he mumbled to himself.

He knew what he wanted to ask Annie would be an asshole thing to ask. He’d seen how Vought treated Supes. Turning them into commodities, characters, unrecognizable if you knew them in person. They turned Annie into a sex object in a skimpy new costume, told her to be someone she didn’t want to be.

So to ask her, I want you to fuck me as Starlight . To ask her to play yet another character for him, because…

Because for countless nights he dreamed of her pressing a gold boot to his crotch and he’d wake up with cum-soaked sheets. Because every time he was alone and put his hand to his cock he always whimpered “Starlight” instead of “Annie.” Because on their first date when he said he liked that she could kick his ass, he really meant it.

But it was a selfish thing to want. Not something he should ask from the woman he’d already almost lost. She wasn’t just Starlight. She was Annie January, and he wasn’t going to make her play pretend just for some weird fantasy of his.

It was a hot day in July. Even with the AC running, Hughie was sweating through his shirt. He needed a shower to wash off and clear his head.

He went into the bathroom across the hall from the bedroom. Stripped down, turned on the water, and started soaking. But just as he was rinsing out his shampoo and scrubbing under the armpits, he heard the front door to the apartment open.

“Babe, I’m home,” Annie called from the door. Hughie froze and heard the clatter of Annie’s keys on the counter. “Off duty a little early today.”

Hughie heard Annie footsteps making their way down the hallway towards the bedroom. His stomach bolted when he remembered: The package. It was still open on their bed.

“Are in the shower?” Annie’s voice was right outside the door.

Hughie quickly shut off the faucet and yanked a towel off the rack.

“Ugh, yeah,” he said. He frantically scrubbed himself off. It was at that moment he realized his bathrobe was still in the drying machine and he had nothing to change into. Fuck . “Annie, ugh, can you wait for a sec?”

“Wait for what?”

Her voice was coming from the bedroom now. Hughie haphazardly tied a towel around his waist and scurried, dripping wet, out of the bathroom and across the hall. He stumbled through the bedroom door. Annie had her back to him, looking down at the box on the bed.

Hughie’s heart ricocheted.

“Annie, no!” he cried.

He shoved past her and grabbed the box off the bed, tossing it to the opposite corner of the room. Annie stared at him, mouth agape.

“What the hell, Hughie?” she said. She looked him up and down, at his wet body still fuzzy with soap. “What’s up with you?”

Hughie stood for a moment, mouth open and not sure what to say.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then what’s in the box?” Annie gestured across the room. “Did you order something?”

“I…” Fuck, he was fucked. “Listen, can you just…wait in the living room for a few minutes? I can explain in a bit.”

“What’s so special you need a few minutes?” Annie raised an eyebrow. “Hughie, what are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding! I just…”

“Hughie, I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore.”

“We’re not, I just…”

“Hughie.”

Fuck, the way her tone sharpened did nothing to help the boner tenting his towel. Annie noticed, and looked between his thighs and his face.

“Did you like…order porn magazines or something?”

“ No ,” Hughie said defensively. “No, I absolutely did not.”

Annie crossed her arms.

“Then why the boner?” she asked. Then, a teasing smirk that only made his situation worse. “Heat from the shower or just happy to see me?”

Hughie gulped.

“Both?” he squeaked.

Annie chuckled, then her smirk dipped.

“Seriously, Hughie,” she said. “Just show me what’s in the box.”

Hughie froze for a moment, then breathed a sigh of resignation. He turned and sauntered to the corner of the room. Several packing peanuts had fluttered from the box when he threw it, leaving a snowy trail on the carpet. He reached inside, sucked in a breath, then pulled out the harness. He turned to face Annie, unable to look her in the eye.

Annie's eyes widened when she took in the thing.

“Oh,” she said. “Okay, so…not porn magazines, but…could not guess that.”

Hughie bit down hard on his lip.

“It came in today,” he said. “While you were gone. I…wasn’t even considering keeping it.”

“I mean, Hughie, this is unexpected, but…why did you want to hide it so bad?”

“I…I don’t want to piss you off.”

“Why would this piss me off?” Then, Annie squinted and looked closer. “Is that my…Starlight emblem painted on the front?”

Hughie’s bit his lip white and his cheeks turned red.

“Yes,” he said. He tossed the harness on the bed and looked at her. “I bought it because I’ve been thinking that…I wanted to ask you…”

“Ask me what?”

Hughie squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself. He said his next words as fast as he could.”

“IwantedtoaskyoutobeStarlightnexttimewehavesex.”

He winced and waited for her response. He opened one eye to a peep. Annie was staring at him with an indecipherable expression.

“What?” she said.

Hughie sighed.

“Look,” he said. “I know that the whole sexy Starlight persona Vought made you do was a dumb character. I know that’s not you, and know that you’ve had to be this weird version of Starlight for a long time. But…” He bit his lip. “I really like the idea of…doing it with all sides of you, right? Annie and Starlight? Making love with both?”

Fuck, he sounded stupid. He shook his head.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m one of those assholes who treats Starlight like some fetish. You’re not a sex object, you’re not what Vought tried to make you. But I also think about all the guys you’ve taken down and that night you saved me from A-Train and I just…you’re so cool and amazing and hot and I just—”

“ Hughie .”

Her tone stopped his words in their tracks. Annie took a few steps closer to Hughie, and he suddenly felt like he was shrinking.

“Yes, Vought tried to make me into someone else,” she said as she moved closer. “I already knew who Starlight was. I decided that long ago. When they tried to take that decision away from me, it sucked.”

She stood right in front of him, inches from his face.

“But I can decide for myself what Starlight does and doesn’t do,” she said. “And that includes what she likes to do to her boyfriend.”

Hughie was frozen but shaking.

“It’s really sweet you care like that,” she said. “But if you wanted to see the suit, you could have just asked. You don’t need to get the floor wet.” She glanced over his shoulder. “And all those peanuts on the floor.”

She turned her eyes back to his.

“How about this,” she said. “I forgot to get groceries on my way home. If you have dinner ready for us by the time I get home…maybe we can play around a little.”

There was that teasing smirk again. Hughie’s heart hitched and his legs trembled. A shaky smile crept onto his face.

“Ugh…yeah,” he said. “Yeah, totally, I can do that.”

Annie grinned and kissed him on the cheek.

“Dry off and clean up the floor while you’re at it,” she said.

She turned on her heels and disappeared out the door.

Hughie finished washing down, dried himself off, cleaned up the water and packing peanuts, and cooked dinner in record time. His entire body was vibrating and he couldn’t move fast enough.

He changed into the nicest thing he had, which admittedly was still just clean jeans and a button-up shirt. He cooked spaghetti and meatballs, with the special tomato sauce recipe he knew she liked. And he had it all ready on the table with a bottle of red wine by the time he heard the front door open.

“I smell pasta,” she called.

Annie sauntered into the kitchen, groceries bags crinkling on her arms. Hughie already had a chair pulled up for her.

“Let me help you with those,” he said. He walked over and took the groceries, grunting once they were in his arms. “Wow, these are heavy. Did you buy two bowling balls?”

“Only a gallon of milk and some cans of soup,” Annie said.

She took a seat at the table and watched him heave the bags onto the counter. Hughie was a stark contrast to the macho types she was used to in the Supe world. But he was kinder, more genuine than all of them were. Not to mention cuter. And funnier.

And he wants you up his ass, her mind whispered.

Hughie bent over to load the cans of soup into a bottom cabinet. Annie’s eyes lingered on the shape of his ass in his jeans.

“Okay, pantry stocked,” Hughie said, standing up. “Let’s eat.”

For the next hour, the two chatted about nothing through two plates of pasta and one bottle of red wine. Annie took her time, savoring every bite and sip. Hughie, despite himself, ate with a quick pace. He finished his plate before Annie could finish off her meatballs.

“My uniform has been collecting dust in the closet for a while,” she said.

“Which one?” Hughie asked through a mouthful of wine.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Hughie gagged on his drink and started coughing. He pressed a napkin to his mouth, face red while Annie giggled.

“Both, actually,” she said. She twirled her fork in her noodles. “And one of them is dusting soon.”

Hughie wiped his mouth and cleared his throat. Once they were both done eating, he stood up and reached for Annie’s plate.

“I’ll get the dishes,” he said.

Hughie hauled the two sauce-stained plates and half-empty wine glasses to the sink. He grabbed a sponge and a bottle of Dawn and started scrubbing everything down. The clink of the dishes was loud enough that he didn’t hear Annie slip out the kitchen.

Soap, scrub, dry, back in the cupboard. Hughie dried off his hands with a paper towel. At that moment, the alarm system went off. It startled him so badly that he nearly dropped the wine glass in his hand.

What the hell was it? A fire alarm? The stove had been off for an hour, where the hell could a fire be? That’s when Hughie noticed that Annie wasn’t at the table.

“Annie?” he called.

“I’m afraid she isn’t home.”

Hughie turned to the kitchen door. Annie—no, Starlight —was standing in the doorway, dressed in her white skirt and golden boots. Hughie froze where he stood, eyes wide and lips parted.

“You..” he shuttered. “You…you…”

Then, in the blink of an eye, Annie flashed across the room. She grabbed Hughie by the front of his shirt and hoisted him into the air. Hughie grabbed Annie’s wrist, his legs trembling in the air.

“Annie,” he grunted.

“She isn’t here,” she said. “So you slipped inside to steal from her.”

There was a glint in Starlight’s eyes, and it clicked to Hughie.

Roleplay, he thought. I gotcha.

“Oh, you’ve caught me, Starlight,” Hughie said in what was no doubt an Oscar-winning acting voice. “Don’t mind me. I just wanted to steal some…alfredo sauce.”

Starlight threw Hughie face-down on the kitchen table, sending a thrilling ache through his body. He moaned while Annie’s strong hands pinned his wrists behind his back.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll have to take care of you until the police show up.”

Despite the pain spreading through his body, Hughie grew a shaky smile and a shakier giggle escaped his mouth.

“I’m so sorry…” he said. “Is there…anything I can do…to convince you to let me go…?”

And then, almost instinctively, Hughie perked up his butt a little. It bumped against Starlight’s waist, and that’s when she felt a surge inside her. She always found Hughie’s bumbling dorkiness adorable. But seeming him so helpless under her power, it was a whole new feeling that made the body surge.

She smiled by his ear.

“Maybe if you don’t resist arrest,” she said. “Or what I’m about to do to you.”

Starlight lifted Hughie back up into the air and a second later, he was pressed face-down into the mattress in their bedroom. Hughie was trembling all over, from fear or excitement he couldn’t decipher.

“Please…Starlight,” Hughie said. “Please have mercy on me.”

Please fuck me up.

Starlight briefly let go of Hughie, but he didn’t dare move. He heard her moving behind him, heard a metallic clicking sound and the squeak of a bottle.

“I don’t know if a guy like you deserves mercy,” she said. “Breaking into a house, talking back to me?” She was suddenly right behind him. “I’m not sure if I should go easy on you.”

Hughie dared to glance over his shoulder. Starlight pinched the trim of her skirt, and lifted it up to reveal the silicone cock peeping right underneath, the tip shiny from the bottle of lube in the drawer. Immediately, his heart lurched and all the blood streamed down between his legs. His erection was starting to hurt.

“I didn’t say you could look at me,” Starlight growled.

She snatched a fist into Hughie’s curly head and pushed his face down into the duvet. Hughie made a startled sound, then squealed when Starlight grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down. A cold breeze brushed his bare ass and a shiver ran up his spine as she grazed his flesh with her knuckles.

“Don’t you dare move,” she ordered him in a low voice. She let go of his hair and readied herself at his entrance.”I want the cops to hear you before they even bust down the door.”

With that, Starlight grabbed Hughie’s hips and pushed herself inside him. For a brief moment, Annie almost slipped out of character, worried she was moving too quickly that she may hurt him, but after a loud yelp Huighie let out a long, shivering sigh of pleasure.

“That’s…” he sighed. “That’s uh…that’s that…that’s…”

There was a tentative but visible smile on his face. Starlight took that as a good sign and slowly ground her hips forward.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“No…” Hughie said. “I don’t know…keep going…”

Starlight smiled and narrowed her eyes. She reached up and snatched his hair again, pulling it back. Hughie moaned, his back arching as she pounded deeper into him. Fuck, this felt better than he antispicated. Annie’s manicured nails in his hair, her cock pulsing up his ass and sending shockwaves of pleasure.

The best part? He wasn’t strong enough to fight her off.

“Fuck…” he moaned. “Fuck, that feels so good…”

“I didn’t say you could talk.”

Starlight shoved his face down into the mattress. The thrill of power and the harness’s pressure against her clit was making her body surge. She started pounding harder, thrusting her hips at an even but ravenous pace, while Hughie moaned his pleasure into the mattress.

The rhythm was intoxicating, and the sounds Hughie made Starlight’s heart pulse. Her nails sunk into his hips and her cock slid deeper into his hole while the bedsprings sang beneath them.

Meanwhile, Hughie’s cock was leaking fast between his legs, leaving a stain on the carpet.

“Mhm-hm-mming,” he mumbled into the duvet.

Starlight snatched his hair again and pulled his back into an arch.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I’m-I’m close…” he croaked.

So was Starlight. Under her bouncing shirt, a heat was crawling up her body. She could have gotten off on Hughie’s helplessness alone, his sighs and moans and trembling body under her super weight.

“Open wide for me, baby,” Starlight said.

The headboard beat against the wall and Starlight wondered for a single moment if the whole thing would break apart. But then she remembered she could lift a car, she could easily snap a bed in half. The challenge sent a grin across her lips.

“Fuck me, Starlight,” Hughie moaned. “Fuck, please fuck me .”

It hit them both at once. Like a strike of lightning, the two exploded together on the mattress. Starlight’s eyes glowed gold and the light fixture above them flickered and sparked. Hughie went limp as a doll, helpless and elated under Starlight’s immense power.

Starlight kept going even after they were both drained, and it was on the final thrust that they both heard a snap. Wooden boards cracked and the mattress dropped to the floor, taking both of them down with them.

Hughie yelped and Starlight collapsed on top of his back. The mattress broke their fall, the structure of the bed splintered around them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Annie said.

She pressed two hands to the mattress and lifted herself up. Neither of them seemed hurt, at least, not on the outside.

Hughie was sweating, trembling below her. He felt simultaneously like he could run a mile and melt into a puddle.

Slowly, gently, Starlight pulled out of him. Hughie was left curled on the duvet, shivering and dripping with sweat, face redder than his girlfriend had ever seen. Starlight dropped the harness from her waist and tossed it across the floor with her foot. Then she returned to the bed and looked down at Hughie.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Hughie looked at his girlfriend. He seemed as open and vulnerable as a newborn baby, and Annie worried maybe this wasn’t what he expected. But then Hughie reached over to take her hand in his.

“I loved it,” he said, a small smile peeping at the corners of his mouth. “Can you hold me?”

Annie’s heart curled in her chest and she immediately crawled into the bed beside him. She pulled the duvet over both of them and held Hughie’s head close to her chest. He buried his face into her shiny gold emblem and she petted her fingers through his hair.

“That was…” Hughie said. His brain was still warm and soupy, and he searched it for words. “I really liked that… I really, really liked that.”

Annie held him close and kissed the top of his head.

“I did too,” she said.

A small smile quirked on her lips. Maybe Vought has a point that Starlight could be sexy. The problem was their version of sexy Starlight was a piece of meat on a plate, a thing to be devoured. Annie liked sexy Starlight much better when she was the one doing the fucking, putting her super strength to use.

“Sorry about the bed,” she said, glancing around at the broken structure around them.

“It was old,” Hughie mumbled. “Had it since I was a kid.” He looked up at her. “Maybe we can go shopping tomorrow…look for a…metal model. Or steel.”

Annie chuckled and threaded her fingers through his hair. The two of them were quiet for a few minutes. The AC kicked on and a pleasant cool breeze brushed over their overheated bodies.

“Do you want to do it again?” Annie asked him.

Hughie’s eyes were closed and he was breathing gently. She must have fucked his soul out or something, because the poor boy was out.

“Maybe later,” he said. He circled his arms around her waist. “I just want to…sleep with you…for a bit.”

Annie chuckled. She pulled Hughie close just as a small drizzle of rain was beginning to patter outside. Before night had time to fall, Hughie was dazed asleep in the arms of his heroine.

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Meet the Tailor

Cw:alcohol,hints of homophobia,jealousy. Irl hand in the gif.

Summary: Dell is determined to ask out Lazaro. Circumtances seem to work in his favor.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

-> @tex-treasures

Engie was at base when Heavy told him there was a call from tailor waiting for him. The texan gets up faster than he'd like to admit and runs over to the common area as fast as his legs would Carry him. Hes quite sure hes never hoofed it so fast in his live,not even in battle.

--He-Ey! Laz,suga'-- he tried to calm his heaving breath as he spoke, leaning on the wall nearby like he could see him. Heavy has never seen him be so weird.

But aside from that,the news he gets are troubling.

--Engie! Christ ,thank god youre here. I need you to come to my shop-- Lazaro practically screeched-- My car died on me- And..And Miss Fitzgerald was going to be at her hotel soon. I cant be late. I cant- its my dream its-

--Woah,woah-- he cooed-- Easy,Darlin'. Im goin' there as soon as ah'm done showerin'. Wont take less than half an hour. I gotcha, I gotcha.

--okay...okay.

--jus' Grab yer stuff. Ill be there in a flash. Breathe-- engie almost sounded like hes calming down a Rowdy horse,but it seems to do the trick.

"Not one Word" He growled to the russian who seemed..amused. The texan ran to hit the showers and practically bolted to his workshop to pack up his tools.

Indeed it took less than half an hour to reach the tailorshop in the middle of bumfuck nowehere. He sees laz grabbing his hair and looking at the Open hood, hes whinning in desesperation.

Engieneer hops off his red pick up and grabs his tools from the back. Then he sets them beside the car-- Laz,Sweetie..

--Oh my god! Engie!--Lazaro throws himself at him and hugs him tight. He notes the nice smell of the shampoo and the soap he used,it helps him relax a little.

--Gotchu, I gotchu.

He hugs back,his face reddening. He kisses tailor's cheek and Gently pulls away, his sweet friend has glossy eyes and puffy lips. He coos and presses his forehead to his

--'M here,sweetheart. 'M here. -- He insisted-- ill take care of this,You finish packin' up yer stuff. --Lazaro nodded and went into the shop. The texan walks up to the engine of the car and pulls his gloves tighter to his form-- Alright you sunovabitch, I draw the line at making Laz cry... you gon' work like my name's Dell Conagher.

As he fixes the car,Laz finished packing up everything he might need. Including a spare,easy to Carry,sewing machine. It doesnt take much to work,thankfully. Engie was suspicious About how precise the fault in the system was.

When the car comes to life,the tailor screams in relief and hugs his friend tight-- youre a life saver!

--Its uhm..nothin'-- he whispered with a smile -- Ill come with you,in case yer machine dies in ya.

--nono, dont worry. Your team needs you-

--Those knuckleheads can handle themselves-- Engie brushed it off-- c'mon now.

Laz relented,not opposed to having such good company during a stressful work day. He nodded-- Theres something that should fit you,Here..

After engie changed into one of the nicer overalls the Tailor made. A nice shirt and his boots are passable enough. Just as hes about to leave,his friend stops him and puts a velcro insignia on his left pectoral. Its a purple sewing needle with threads curling around it on a yellow background.

He notes his buddy has one on both of their bicep.

--Would ya look at that!--He snickered-- yer own lil' symbol!

--It was about time. Y'all were too pretty not to make my own.

The texan blushes at the sound of the slight southern accent and the southern slang. He smiled a little and softly takes his hand. Laz notes how rough his skin is, hardened by work- Meanwhile the tailors were barely scratched,soft and elegant

Dell tries not to think too much of it as both get up to the car. He loads the tools into the almost too cramped backseat and goes Up to his friend-- Would ya be so kind as to give me the keys?

--What're you doing?--Laz asked,head tilted puppishly. Adorable.

-- Miss Fitgerald has 'er own chauffeur, yer not gonna be any different. Not while i live.

The tailor laughed,and handed over the keys-- Alright Mr. Conagher.

--Right this way,Sir-- He opened the passenger's door and gestured him in. Laz enters and he closes the door for him,then off to the driver's side he goes.

Engie spends the whole drive to up town calming Laz's nerves. Both are giggling and smiling at such ocassion,And both talk about what they should say. Dell helps him rehearse his speech and he puts a hand on his thigh at stoplights,hoping his presence is calming.

The tailor feels all but calm,his face Pink but giggling at the gesture. A southern gentleman.

At the grand hotel,Engie insisted to be the one carrying the whole of the stuff he brought. He wanted to show off his strength,and Lazaro was enamored. How his muscles flex,how he makes effort noises and offers a charming look his way.

Miss Fitzgerald is a pleasure to work for,of course. She makes good chatter,and is a delight. Engie watches as his friend,his crush slowly loosen up and be his charming self. Hes sure hes never hears a jazz singer laugh so much.

--Dell,the thread's jammed-- he called him over.

--Lemme see-- Dell stands too close to laz,his shoulder touching his. His black,gloved hands push the tailors away and begins to mess around with the needle and some of the knobs.

Both of his breaths are tangling in eachother. Exchanging soft glances and little comments about the machine. It doesnt take long for the issue to be fixed and Lazaro returns to his work.

--Thank you,Dell-- He said softly.

--S'nothin'.

Lazaro has forgotten to tell Dell that both would spend some days at the hotel. He was in a hurry and the detail had slipped his mind- But the handsome cowboy acted unbothered at the news- "I could use a break from my tea" this and " heavy can deal wit' 'em" that. It was all fine and dandy until they got the news that they would share a room.

Now engie wanted to lay down and scream to the heavens. He didnt mind being away from base but...having time alone with his crush out of everyone?. Yeah,he was ready to let death take him then.

Not the neatest, of course. Lazaro had uses the dinning table as his personal desk, and in the one bedroom closet all the rolls of cloth were stacked in something akin to the worlds softest yenga. But despite that,He was easy to get along with.

Dell would tinker with whatever he could find to Keep himself busy. And every once in a while he would steal glances at his companion,happily working away with a child excitement in his movements.

--So..how do we do this?-- Laz asked,dressed in his fine and soft pjs. His t-shirt was sitting languidly on his body,and his Long pants were loose and comfy. Dell resorted to wearing the hotel issued sleeping clothes that fit them well.

--I can take the sofa,or a chair.-- the texan said, scratching the back of his neck.

--No way.

--You take the bed,Sug'-- is it a low blow to use his southern charm? Maybe. It doesnt seem to work

--dell...

-- unless ya wanna share a bed wit' me i-- he made a pause when he saw the look on his Friends eyes. Soft, tired,meek.

Ah. It makes sense now

--Ive..noticed you run very warm-- Laz half lied-- It would help me a lot.

--Right, yes. -- he agreed,going to turn off the bed side light. There in the lowlit room both snuggle up in bed with their backs against eachother.

A minute passes by,then two

The tension was thick as honey and the desire just as sweet. Dell heard his friend's breath slowly calm down, sleep overtaking them.

Man up,Conagher he told himself. Lazaro clearly likes you. Or else,how can you explain this current predicament.

Just. Do. It.

Carefully,he rolls on his side and brings laz flush to his chest with his strong arms around his waist and his strong chin on his delicate shoulder.

-- Is this okay,sug'?-- he asked,almost tripping over his words

--Mhm,dont leave-- Laz murmured with an audible smile

--Aint gonna.

Both get comfortable,finding the nooks and crannies that fit together like a puzzle piece. Like both were Designed for eachother with divine presicion. Dell was sure cupid didnt have a bow,it had a gun.

And that son of a bitch hit him Straight in the chest.

Yet theres nothing to complain about. No sir.

Lazaro couldve spent weeks on the dress. Instead,he spent five days. Eventually Dell did have to leave for Teufort but he came back to pick up his beloved friend. Both give eachother a hearty hug once theyre inside the car.

--And? How'd it go?

--She loved it!--Laz squeaked-- She loved it!

--Gosh! Im so happy for you.

--thank you!

Lazaro laughed and the engieneer hugged his friend again. It was hard to break the hug to return to base, but eventually they did. And the tailor got to share his win with the rest of the RED team.

They all hung out at Laz's Office,sharing drinks and music,messing about. Engie watches his crush dance about with Scout,laughing at the bostonians drunken step.

He feels the scent of cologne and cigarrete smoke. He looks up at spy with a slight scowl.

--Oh dont give me that look-- Spy whispered-- Had it not been for me,you wouldnt have spend the night with him.

--What did you..?

--Aurevoir.

Spy left towards the rest of the mercs,seemingly to watch them Fumble. Engie furrowed his brows and something clicked in his mind.

Oh that motherfucker.

He decided then,hes not going to let Spy get all the credit.

It took a few solid weeks for the administrator to give them a solid weeks of rest. As "Cease fire" rolled around,Engie invited tailor for his first ever rodeo. Laz was over the moon,and packed up his stuff and went to the heart of Texas to see it.

Both dressed up in their best cowboy get up,hats included, and go into the venue. Dell Coos at the sight of his friend's wide eyes like a kid a christmas.

--what should we do first?-- He asked.

Gently the texan takes his Friends hand-- The horses prancin' n' doin' tricks. Right this way sug'.

As both walk to the crowds, Lazaro notes that some of the cowboys present have different colored hankerchiefs on their back pockets. He asks engie about it who goes BRIGHT RED,and with a stuttering voice he explains the hankerchief code.

His tailor Friend looks at him with surprise,a bit of bashfulnes and a whole lot of lighthearted laughter. It helps the texan relax and feel less flustered about it.

--Well damn I need to incorporate that in my designs.

--Laz!--Engie hasnt heard his voice crack in years.

They get to the arena where the horses and riders are. Both look at the prancing equestrians,Huffing and galloping along with elegance. Dell puts a hand on his companions Lower waist and brings him close as he draws the view before him.

--I couldve Designed nicer suits..-- He murmured.

--Ya couldve,sweets. Maybe Next time.

--I think I know what my Next line of design is goin to be.

--Color me surprised~

--Startin' with you,handsome-- Laz snickered.

Engieneer shuffles closer and leans his head against his and smiles.

Few minutes go by of the show,the texan is enjoying it quite well. Between the nostalgia of seeing these as a child to the wonder in his Friends....crush's eyes. Laz is giggling at how cute the horses are and waves at them.

Dell has never seen him be so sweet. So child like. The joy and content in his expression is priceless.

But then he sees one of the riders do a flourish at his most beloved tailor. Lazaro takes off his hat and nodds,friendly and nothing else.

Oh but Engie doesnt like it one bit. He puts his old and worn hat on his friend's head and death glares at the rider.

--Jealous?--Laz giggled.

--Of what?

Lazaro looked at him and tugged at the brim of the hat. It makes the texan blush and he looks at the show.

--Youre the only cowboy I want,hardhat.

He smiles a little and nodds-- I know..

--Youre not actin Like you know

--Dont get Smart with me,mister-- he snickered.

--Kinda hard,you do have 11 fuckin' phds,Dell.

He snorted.

--Damn right i do.

After the show, Laz goes to wander the Many stalls of knick knacks and keepsakes. And engie goes to find them some proper,texan food. Hes been here a few times so he knows the people, and so he gets a few nice discounts.

He walks to where he told Laz to wait for him,nearby all the seats in the "Food court" (An old set piece in the image of a saloon). He had set the food and drinks on the table,And his eyes look for his pretty lil tailor.

--Oh hell naw.

He saw a Man flirting with his beloved not too far away from him. Laz had kept his hat on but the guy didnt seem to,or didnt want to,take the hint.

With all the calmness he could afford himself,he looks around for the perfect way to pull Laz away and make it clear hes taken. He sees hung on the wall an old lasso,and he feels a lightbulb turn on in his 11 phd having mind.

He ties a knot and quietly approaches the pair. He swings it once,then twice and when it has enough momentun he throws it over lazaros form and tugs on the rope.

Next thing he knows, lazaro is being yanked away a considerable few feet as the heel of their boots leave a line in the dirt. Dell holds his catch and as he death glares the guy he says-- Howdy,sug'

--Dell Conagher!--Laz giggled,pressing his back to the Mans chest.

The tailor gets to his feet and looks at him. He shrugs with a meek smile and gestures to the table.

After lunch,both return to the arena to watch the rodeo. Laz is surprised at the Grace and skill it takes,the way the rider moves to compensate for the bulls harsh movements.

--What happens if he falls?--the tailor ask.

--The rodeo clown enters to distract the bull so the rider can get out safely. 'Ere,watch-- He leans closer,his warmth pressing to his form. He looms over him to the best of his abilities as a protecting and reassuring figure. He knew they didnt like seeing people get hurt.

As the rider falls,another Man enters the ring and indeed both men get out safely.

--Ah,interesting. I could see you being a rodeo clown. Or the bull rider.

--Im one hell of a rider, sug.

Both laugh at the dirty joke,and the rest of the show goes undisturbed.

--Have you ever square danced,darl'?-- Engie asked. The sun had began to set and the place lit up with fairy lights strung across the whole venue.

--Dont know the first thing thing about it.

--Then i'll teach ya.

He tugs them to the dancing crowd nearby,and with low hushes he begins to teach them the steps. Laz is all giggles,And engie cant stop smiling as both groove to the music.

Nobody was paying attention to them, and if anyone saw two men dancing they kept their mouths shut. There were a lot, a lot of guests that werent as Straight as they seemed.

By the end of the event,Engie and Laz returned to the texans pick up and drove to a nice spot in the desert away from the civilization and light pollution. They sit on the back of the truck with blankets and pillows,a guitar off to the side.

Any shame in cuddling up together is long gone. And as they see the starry Sky, Laz says.

--Ive had it up to here with your jealousy, Mr. Conagher. -- he was playful as he tugged on the Mans vest.

--Apologies,darlin'

He wasnt sorry at all.

Dell Gently cupped his crush's face and with gentleness he pressed his lips to the Mans. A soft, gentle kiss. A kiss that feels Designed to simply fit like cogs on a machine or a well made suit- Weaved together in red string and cables. Smooth, a masterpiece.

Its been a long time coming.

--Hang your hat up there,cowboy-- Laz whispered,pressing to him. His nose nuzzled his defined cheek.

--Yessir-- Engie takes off his hat and hangs it ln the upper end of his guitar and both lay on the makeshift bed to stare at eachother.

Even with all the stars above them at their disposal,the only thing worth staring at was eachother.

#platonic f/o: heavy #engie #the tailor|tf2 s/I

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