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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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Wife Girlfriend Training (Tengen x Black!Self-Insert!reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Synopsis: When Tengen puts in a big order to your bakery and you're short-staffed, you deliver it yourself only to find Uzui home alone. To repay you for the trip, he invites you in for dinner where things take a major turn when he finally admits his and his wives’ attraction to you. You’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so Tengen gives you an introduction to what it would be like to be his 4th girl...including some “training” of his own.

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+; Self-Insert!Reader; Plus-Sized!Reader; Poly Relationship; Sister Wives; Highkey Flirting; Strangers to Lovers; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Tengen Has A Big Dick; Multiple Positions; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Deepthroating; Mutual Masturbation; Big Dick Training; Dirty Talk; Choking; Dom!Tengen/sub!Reader; mild BDSM; Creampie; Reader Cums 3x

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: My very first Tengen fic!! I love me ALL of him & his big ass arms. I’ve thought about him bending me over MANY TIMES. His wives too. We all married. Anyways, a special thank you as always to @curiouscutie143 aka Tengen’s 5th wife (I’m his 4th) for trusting me to bring her fantasies to life & paying me to do it ❤️ I hope you all enjoy! -Jazz

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When the bell hanging above the door to your bakery tinkles, you look up so fast that you nearly get whiplash.

You expect to see a familiar, tall hunk with braided, silver locks or one of his gorgeous, black-haired beauties in the doorway of your business place, but your heart droops in disappointment when all you see is an old woman with her support dog—a regular. Not the regulars you want to see.

The small, white-haired woman waves at you and you wave back, putting a smile on your face. As she takes a seat at her regular booth, one of your employees goes to take her order.

You busy yourself cleaning off the counters and display cases of your baked goods when your friend and coworker comes walking out of the kitchen doors with a tray of cookies. “Got the batch of chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin ready for you.”

She sets the tray down and wipes her hands off on her apron. You’re wearing your own which is coated in flour from this morning’s batch of homemade cake batter that you stored in the freezer for future cake orders. “Thank you. I just need to decorate them now.” With a huff and an “oof”, you bend down to get some colored frosting out of the mini freezer under the counter.

You work quickly, squeezing tiny designs and flowers on the cookies in time for the lunch rush. Right now, it is the morning, so the usual customers you receive are just for coffee. While you work, your friend fills in an online order for a pastry and a lavender latte. You can tell from the way she’s looking at you from the corner of your eye that she’s about to make a joke.

“What, your boyfriend ain’t visit you yet?” She asks, looking at the front door. “Will he bring your girlfriends too?” You turn around and point the frost baster at her. She jumps back, laughing. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you growl. “Now stop saying that if you value your clothes.”

You abruptly turn around and continue your work, ignoring the way your body hums at the thought of your anticipated visitors. “Well, he sure seems to think so,” your friend giggles as she places the flaky pastry in a paper bag. “Every time he’s in here, he always looks like he wants to take you home with his girls, rip off your apron, and—“

The sound of the bell on your door ringing, fortunately, stops her, but it isn’t your so-called “boyfriend” or “girlfriends”. It’s just a businessman coming in for his morning coffee. You sigh and shoot a sharp look at your knowing friend who skips off to make a latte. You try to distract yourself from your thoughts by working, but your fingers feel numb and you can’t seem to focus so much on the cookies.

All because of that damn Hashira hunk and his three beautiful wives. Dammit. You almost wish Tengen Uzui never entered your bakery five months ago, but then again, it’s brought in a lot of business. To have a popular Demon Slayer Corp and his crew come in to indulge in your bakery has upped your sales and given you new customers. Tengen is one of them. He and his wives have become regulars of yours since Tengen stumbled into your bakery all those months ago.

And he literally stumbled. One of his wives, with her twinkling indigo eyes and shoulder-length black locks, dragged him into your bakery. Her blue kimono was short enough to draw eyes to her thighs and impressive rack. “In here, in here, Tengen-sama!” She excitedly shouted. “Look-it! They have the cutest cakes here!”

You had turned around with a welcoming smile, expecting it to be a dad and his daughter, but you were mistaken when you caught the glimpse of the gorgeous woman and her equally gorgeous man getting yanked on by the arm.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. About six-foot-something, he towered over Suma and was built like a goddamn tank. Your eyes didn’t know what to land and stay on. His silver locks of hair? His handsome face? His gorgeous crimson eye? His charming smile? His big ass arms?

He was big in all of the right places, his body impressively huge and toned, and seemed to make your bakery look like a dollhouse. An eyepatch adorned with three crystals covered his right eye while the other looked right at you from behind the counter. The smile that crossed his lips nearly made you shiver in delight.

Behind him were his two other wives, one with orange and black hair and a red kimono—Maiko—and one with long black hair tied into a ponytail, violet eyes, and an endearing mole on her right cheek—Hinatsuru. Each wife was beautiful, toned, and had racks you unconsciously stared at. Quickly, you looked away, feeling like a pervert. You hated being bi sometimes. Why must God punish you with hot guys and girls while at work?

“Suma, c’mon now, really!” Maiko scoffed, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face. “You can’t just run off with Tengen-sama like that! You know how he feels about us getting separated!”

Suma pouted, playing with her black locks. “But I just wanted to look at the cakes,” she murmured, staring longingly at the display of cakes and tarts by you at the front desk. Tengen chuckled, the deep rumble of his chuckle making your insides turn. “I think that she can explain more about ‘em to you, darling,” he gently said. “Hello, miss. Is this your bakery?”

All three of his wives looked at you as if they just realized you were standing there. They must have because Hinatsuru immediately gasps, horrified. “Oh, miss, we’re so sorry! We didn’t even notice you there!” She bowed respectfully. “Please forgive us for our rudeness.”

Maiko did the same and forced Suma to bend forward as well in an apologetic bow. Tengen did the same with ease. “No, no, it’s fine!” You protested, suddenly sweating under your apron and despite the AC pumping cool air around you. “You were too focused on the cakes and I don’t blame you. I made them last night if you four would like a sample.”

Suma popped up and gasped like an excited kid. “Really?! Oh, my gosh, thank you so, so much, Ms…er….” She stopped and squinted curiously at you, looking around your body for a name tag. Maiko rolled her eyes while Hinatmusu giggled into her dainty hand.

“V,” you answered. “I’m the owner of this bakery.” Tengen laughed at his wife and offered his big hand across the counter. “Tengen Uzui, 8th Demon Slayer Corp member,” he said in his deep, luscious voice. “Pleasure to meet you. These are my wives, Suma, Maiko, and Hinatsuru.”

“Please, just call me Hina,” Hinatsuru replied with a kind smile that made you think of blossoming flowers. Suma gave you a cute wave while Maiko seemed to not know what to do and just blushed despite her standoffish attitude. You took Tengen’s hand and shook it, noticing the rings adorning his fingers and the bracelets jingling against his wrist. He was so…flashy.

You were so focused on his jewelry that you almost missed that he said “wives” and “eighth Demon Corp member”. You kept a smile on your face as you shook his hand, ignoring the way your hand tingled as his calloused fingers clasped your smaller palm. But inside, you were gobsmacked. This was THE Tengen Uzui, one of the most prominent demon slayers in all the land. And here he was in your tiny bakery with his three gorgeous ass wives!

“V-Very nice to meet you,” you damn near exhaled. Uzui seemed to realize the power he had on you from the simple touch because his kind smile turned into a flirty smirk. “This is a cute lil’ place you got here,” he said as he stuck his hand in his pocket that was once in yours. “We couldn’t help but come in to check out what you had, right, ladies?”

“Mmm-hmm!” Suma answered with an eager nod. “We love all kinds of sweets, especially Maiko! She loves eating cakes and cookies late at night when she thinks no one is paying attention.”

Maiko gaped at her sister-wife, flames nearly coming out of her reddened face. “Hey!” She barked. “That’s not true!” Uzui wagged a finger at her, tutting. “Lying is a sin, don’t you know, my Maiko?” He teasingly asked in that silky voice. You melted just like Maiko did, a slight whimper exciting her lips at the pet name.

Hinatsuru suddenly appeared at the counter, that kind, genuine smile still on her lovely face. “You mustn’t mind us,” she giggled. “We have our different personalities, but we really do work great as a team. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” She turned to look at them, an adoring look in her eyes.

It was a look that you were envious of. You’ve never interacted with a poly couple before, but you knew right then that it was something you’d never knock until you experienced it firsthand for yourself. Seeing all of the love in Hinatsuru’s eyes made you want to try it out for yourself to see if you, too, could experience that kind of feeling.

But alas: these are just fantasies right now. Your partners are your business and baking right now. You’re so dedicated to your relationship and passion that you wake up at the ass crack of dawn to bake and you don’t leave until almost eleven at night sometimes because you’re busy preparing for events and business hours. It becomes tiring, yes, but it’s all worth it. You love your little bakery to death and you want to see it continue to blossom like you know it can.

So, like any good baker and businesswoman, you gave Uzui and his wives a sample of your cakes: fruit tart with glazed fruit and lemon custard, vanilla coconut with coconut flakes, tiramisu, and chocolate mousse with dark chocolate powder dusting the top. You watched joyously as the four chomped down on your delicacies, each one wearing expressions of wonder and satisfaction.

Suma made a very lewd-sounding moan as she chomped down on the chocolate cake, frosting all over her mouth. “Wow!” She sighed. “These are absolutely amazing! And you baked all of these yourself?”

You flushed at the twinkle in her eyes. ”Yeah,” you bashfully replied. “I’m so glad you like them.” You turned to Uzui who swallowed his sample in one gulp and rubbed his toned stomach. “Oh, more than like, Ms. V,” he said. “We love these little cakes. And this little place of yours is so cute and…flashy.” He looked around the quaint and small bakery, smiling fondly. “It’s adorable! How long have you had it for?”

He seemed so interested in this that you almost didn't know what to say. It had been forever since someone actually seemed like they wanted to know all about you without having ulterior motives aka wanting to sleep with you. Another reason why you barely dated. You nervously laughed, taken aback by his genuine interest. “About two years now since I got my license, but I’ve been baking literally my entire life.”

Uzui whistled, looking like he approved of this information. “That takes so much skill!” He praised, leaning against the counter with one huge arm slung across it. “So you’re a businesswoman, a skilled baker, and beautiful? I’m sure you’ve got the fellas linin’ up outside your door.”

The smile that crossed his lips was flirtatious and playful. It would turn you off if it came from some other guy you barely know, but there was something about him that made you not mind. And it had nothing to do with his status. Uzui came off to you like he was a big flirt, yes, but also very laid back and easy-going. It relaxed you even when you barely knew anything about him. He had a very blasé attitude to him that didn’t match his flash jewelry and painted fingernails that you were absolutely attracted to, picturing them somewhere on your body. You understood then why his wives were so fond of him.

“You mustn’t embarrass her, Tengen-sama!” Hina critically said, grabbing Uzui’s arm. “Pardon me for saying so, but you are very beautiful, Ms. Y/N.” A pink blush spread across her cheeks, making her look even more gorgeous. You were breathless, unable to speak. A woman as gorgeous as her complimenting your looks was like an award in gold. “Isn’t she?!” Suma squealed. “I was staring at her the whole time wondering how she got her hair like that! Oh, and her skin is so pretty and glowy! Don’t you think so, Maiko?”

All of you turned to Maiko who was busy nibbling on her tiramisu. She blushed at the eyes on her and tucked into herself. ”I-I guess,” she mumbled and continued eating. Uzui smirked at you, a playful twinkle in his eye. “She’s a shy girl,” he whispered. “Don’t let her turn ya off.”

You didn’t tell either of them that you were turned on beyond belief. Fortunately, their desire to put in an order made you forget all about how much you were throbbing and how weak in the knees you felt. Uzui boastfully ordered a dozen cakes for his wives and his team, resulting in you filling two boxes with twelve of your cakes each. Uzui carried the two boxes and gave you a thankful smile as he and Hina exited your bakery.

Suma practically skipped after them. “Thank you for the cakes!” She called as she waved from the door. Maiko stayed behind and passed you a crisp $100 bill. “From Tengen-sama,” she explained. “He said keep the change.” She paused, her face ablaze. “A-and you do have…really pretty hair,” she muttered. She didn’t stick around long enough to wait for you to thank her.

You watched her go, somehow already missing their presence and hoping to see them again. They brought a light to your bakery the way no other customer has. But as you were processing the money, the door opened again, and in walked Uzui. “Oh, did you forget something?” you curiously ask, cocking your head to the side.

He didn’t answer you as he strode up to you in five long strides, his boots thudding across the floor. Your heart leaped at his strange frown, wondering what could be wrong. Did he not like the cakes after all? He suddenly threw an elbow over the counter and leaned in like he was about to tell you a secret. “You’ve got a card or somethin’?” he whispered. Because I have a whole lot of sweet-toothed people who would love to come here for their fix.” He smirked at you, goofily so.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic personality. Reaching down where the cash register was, you plucked a business card from beside it and handed it to Uzui. He gave you a smile and a wink as he pocketed your card. “It was nice meeting you, V,” he said. “We’ll be back.”

And that they were back. The Hashira and his three wives came back again and again, buying sugary, caffeinated drinks and sweets. They came mostly on the weekends and sometimes during the week on random, but like clockwork, they were here. Uzui never came alone, always having his girls with him and spending all kinds of coin on whatever they wanted.

As time passed, you found yourself looking forward to them showing up. You enjoyed their presence and they seemed to make your little bakery that much brighter and sweeter when they were here. It didn’t take long for your days to be filled with daydreams and nights to be haunted by fantasies of being with them as intimately as they are with each other—holding hands, touching lips, whispering sweet nothings…

Especially with Uzui. How could you not? The man is a walking wet dream! Every time he slid you some game and flirted with you so openly in front of the girls and in private, you could feel yourself folding. But how are his wives so okay with him flirting with another woman in front of them? Is this just their relationship? Did you really want to understand? Maybe…join them?

‘No, you horny bitch,’ you firmly think to yourself as you finish frosting the cookies. ‘No dating right now. Just business. Keep your head on straight.’

No matter how much Uzui’s flirting turns you on and piques your curiosity. Besides, how can he possibly be interested in you? He already has three women on his arm that would put any supermodel to shame. With his status and looks, he couldn’t possibly want you.

You manage to distract yourself with some customers for a while until you get a particular call that you are not expecting. You answer it as normal, thinking it’s just another order for some catering or something. “V’s Sweets,” you brightly say into the phone.

“Hi there, Ms. V,” a familiar, silky voice replies in your ear. Your brain damn near short circuits. “Your voice first thing in the morning is definitely better than these goddamn birds on my roof. How are you this morning?”

It takes a minute for you to find your voice as his washes over you. You look around the bakery to make sure no one is watching you slowly combust behind the counter. “Uzui,” you exhale. “Um…m’fine!” You clear your throat, quickly recovering. “Good, thanks. How are you?”

“Perfect now,” he answers without missing a beat. Goddamn him and his game! You can hear him smile on the other line and briefly imagine how fine he looks. “Listen, as much as I’d love to stay on the phone and hear you talk, I’ll admit that I’m in a time crunch with training. But I need your help with somethin’ big.”

The gears in your head immediately start turning. What could it be, you wonder? A big event for the Demon Corps he wants catering for? “Oh…okay,” you hesitantly say. “What can I do for you?”

“I want to put in an order for my girls,” he explains. You don’t know why, but hearing him call his wives “my girls” makes your heart flutter.

‘Maybe because you want to be his girl too.’

You see, they’re off traveling to the mountains for a training session,” he continues. “They’ve been gone since last Monday and are returning Saturday night. I wanted to surprise them with a cake to welcome them home, but I need it ready by tomorrow. I know it’s last minute and I’ll pay as much as you want.”

You instantly begin to schedule the cake order in your head’s calendar. Today is Friday which means you have at least the next 24 hours to fix this cake. Thank God you have a leftover batch of batter in the freezer you can use. “It’s no problem, Uzui,” you giggle. “That’s so sweet of you! Just tell me what flavor they like and other details for the cake. I promise I’ll have it ready by tomorrow.”

Uzui sounds relieved. “You’re a fucking doll,” he sighs. “I’ll send you the money once we’re off the phone. Just work your flashy magic like I know you can, V. My girls are gonna be so excited when they get home!” You smile proudly, glad to know he trusts you so strongly when it comes to baking.

You learn that he’d like a single-layered cake with buttercream frosting, candied flowers, and three flavors: vanilla for Hina, strawberry for Maiko, and chocolate for Suma. You write it all down and once you get that Cash App deposit, you get to work.

For the rest of Friday into the night, you spend your hours mixing, baking, and sweating hard in the kitchen while your wonderful employees graciously take over for the customers. Even when they leave that night at 9 PM, you’re still there, flour on your face and food coloring on your apron.

You are tired and in need of a hot shower, but once you finish the cake, you step back and admire your handiwork. It is a beauty—buttercream frosting swirls decorate the top of the cake along with candied flowers surrounding the words written in the middle: “Welcome Home, Girls!” You made sure to make the insides a swirl of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, coloring it just right.

You almost want to call Uzui and send him a photo, but you decide to surprise him. So you carefully wrap the cake in plastic, place it in the fridge, and lock up your bakery before going home to sleep, walking on cloud nine. You think that nothing can go wrong with this order…Until the next night, that is.

Everything that could ever go wrong goes wrong for you. For one, it’s because the cake can’t be delivered to Uzui until he gets home that night because he’s training a class. “I won’t be home till at least eight,” he explains that morning, sounding apologetic. “If someone can drop it off then, I’ll be home to get it personally and pay extra.”

Number two, you’re extremely short-staffed. Not only is it Saturday and most people don’t work on weekends (except for you), but it’s also raining. The plans for the weather are downpours all weekend which means you definitely aren’t going to be able to find a deliverer. When you realize your dilemma, you sigh into your mug of much-needed coffee with two shots of espresso. “Shit,” you mutter, quiet enough to not alarm customers. Now it’s up to you to handle this.

That night, while the handful of employees you have are cleaning your bakery before closing, you take the cake and put it in the trunk of your cute little Sedan. It is only drizzling right now, so you hurry into your car and punch Uzui’s address into Apple Maps. Once the route shows up, you take off but drive slowly due to the slick roads and the cake in the trunk.

You’ve personally delivered orders before, especially to big events, such as parties and weddings. Delivering to someone’s house isn’t any different for you…except for the fact that this delivery is for a man that you’re severely feeling.

Uzui’s place is about twenty minutes outside the city where the Demon Corps compound is located. His little home, purchased for his wives, is ten minutes away from the compound down a dirt road. You manage to make it there before the rain starts coming down like a waterfall in the Amazon rainforest.

Raindrops pound against your car like tiny mallets as you race out of your car to toss open the trunk and get the cake. Even in your raincoat, you feel like you’re soaked to the bone. The dirt road has become wet and mushy like quicksand, making it hard to move in your boots. “God,” you groan, gripping the cake tight as you quickly move through the thick sheet of rain.

You manage to make it to Uzui’s front door and rapidly knock with one hand. “Yes?” you hear him call, stern and unsure. Fuck, you forgot to call him first! “It’s V!” you shout through the door. “From the bakery? I’ve got your cake order here!”

There’s a beat of silence before you hear the lock on the door click. The door opens, revealing a cozy home and a very wet, very shirtless man towering over you. Uzui stands barefoot in some sweats that are dangerously low on his narrow hips, giving you a peek of his well-defined V-line slick with water. His hair is stringy and wet and a towel is wrapped around his neck which means he must gotten out of the shower. You nearly drop the cake at the sight of him.

“Hey,” he sighs. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, V. I tried to call, but reception is so bad ‘cause of the rain.”

Your eyes tick up to look at his guilty expression instead of his body and sweatpants where you were definitely not hoping to see a dick print. “Oh…why?” you carefully ask. “Did you not want the cake anymore?”

Uzui bursts into laughter. “Hell no, are you kiddin’? Of course, I want this beauty!” He smiles adoringly at the cake in your hands. “But the girls told me that they won’t be home until tomorrow because of the storm. That’s why they aren’t here. It’s just me.”

It’s just me. “Oh,” you reply. “Well, that’s okay! I can still just drop it off and it’ll be good by tomorrow.” You hold the cake out for him to take. He does so, his big, calloused hands brushing yours. You clear your throat, awkward and ignoring the spark you feel when you touch. You snatch your hands away and put them in your pocket. “W-Well, I should probably—“

“You’re leaving?” he asks, sounding shocked. “In this weather? Wouldn’t you wanna wait this out for a while? I feel bad enough that you even came all this way here just to drop it off.” That’s an idea. A very bad idea. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s my job anyways, so—“

“Job or not, it’s still very generous of you,” Uzui interrupts you. “Can I fix you somethin’ before you go? Did you eat?” It’s just me. His words come back to you, haunting. Being in a room alone with a man you’re very attracted to and so happens to be married is a recipe for fucking disaster. “Uh…no, I’m really not hungry.”

Grrrrooooowl. Your stomach rumbles, giving you away. All you had for lunch was coffee and a piece of apple strudel. Uzui smirks knowingly at you while you think about killing yourself. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles. “C’mon, I just fixed some rice and grilled chicken if you want some. The rain doesn’t stop till nine, so you can head out then. Cute car, by the way.”

“Well…” You turn to look at your Sedan, contemplating your decision. What if this is a trap? What if you walk in there and never come back out? What if he’s really a cult leader, his wives are his members, and he’s trying to indoctrinate you or something?

And what if maybe he truly is just being nice? Finally, you sigh and pat the pocket of your jeans to make sure your phone, keys, and pepper spray are, in fact, there. “Alright, but only until the rain stops,” you say, softly yet firmly. Uzui nods and opens the door wider for you. “Make yourself at home and I’ll getcha a plate. Lemme take your coat.”

He stands behind you as he helps you out of your raincoat, making your heart pound ten times faster. He’s so big. He practically hits the ceiling above with how tall he is. You know he’d just about cover your body if he was on top of you. Once your coat is off, he hangs it up near the door and coaxes you to sit and decompress.

While he takes the cake to the small yet homely kitchen and begins posting around in it, you take a seat on the love sofa that you know he and his girls have cuddled and fucked many times on. You left your boots by the door to dry so you stretch out your toes and shiver at the warmth curling throughout the house. Uzui’s home is so cozy with its splash of color, small rooms, wooden furnishings, and framed photos.

Many, many framed photos. You stare at one next to you of Uzui in a suit in front of a backdrop of cherry blossoms. Hina, Suma, and Maiko stand in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, each holding a bouquet of flowers in gorgeous white dresses. “That’s from our wedding day with Suma,” he suddenly explains.

You startle, finding him standing above you with two steaming plates of white rice, grilled chicken with parsley, and a side of steamed vegetables. “That was taken three years ago,” he says, sitting down beside you. “We’ve been together for a long while now, all of us.” You smile despite yourself as he passes you your plate. “That’s a beautiful thing, to be with someone for so long and stand the test of time. Especially three other people.”

He nods, agreeing with you. “We’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t give ‘em up for anything. They’re my everything.” The hint of an adoring smile on his face makes something tighten inside of you. Jealousy? Disappointment that you haven’t found that yet? All yes.

For a while, you eat in silence that is only filled by the sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside. When you feel that some time has passed, you speak. “I envy you,” you sigh as you finish chewing on your piece of chicken. The explosion of herbs and spices nearly makes you moan in delight. And he can cook too?! “The dating pool is in Hell, so I haven’t done much of it.”

“Oh, I believe it,” Uzui chuckles. “To be a woman as independent and beautiful as you…some men are intimidated by that. Believe it or not, no one wanted to court my wives because of their fighting skills and independence. It turns a lot of guys off.” He makes a disapproving face at the idea that makes you laugh.

“Well, all it takes is that right guy to make any independent woman his,” you blurt. Fuck. Now that the words are out there and he’s looking at you so cluelessly, you have to explain. “Y’know,” you say, slowly chewing on your rice. “Like she’ll submit to you because you treat her so well. You make her feel safe.”

Uzui nods in understanding, his plate completely clean. “Ah…is that what you look for in a partner?” You nearly get a piece of steamed broccoli stuck in your throat by the sudden pivot of a conversation topic. “Um…w-well, yeah, I guess, if I dated.”

Uzui raised a confused eyebrow. “You don’t date?” Slowly, you shake your head. “I haven’t had much of a good swim in the dating pool, so I’ve just been focusing on my business. It gets lonely, yes, but I’m just not up for the bullshit and games.” You shovel more food into your mouth to silence yourself, realizing how easy it is to open up to Uzui.

The Hashira continues to stare at you, his eye almost like a laser beam burning into you. You’re so focused on your food and the rain that you nearly miss his next words: “Well, I know for a fact that me and my girls wouldn’t dare bullshit or play games with you…if you let us show you.”

You place your fork down on the plate, your appetite suddenly gone. Everything sounds louder now: the rain, your labored breathing, the blood pumping in your ears. You turn to Uzui and find him staring at you, his one eye blazing with intensity. “Why are you telling me this?” You ask above a whisper.

Uzui lowers his plate to the table and does the same to yours. He doesn’t touch you, but his gaze on you makes you feel as if he’s touching every single part of you. “I was tryin’ hard to keep this to myself, but now that you’re here and we’re finally alone…I can finally tell you how I really feel.”

In that moment, something in you ignites and you stand from the couch like something lit your ass on fire. “A-Actually, I need to go,” you stammer as you head to the door. “I need to feed my, um…cat.” Even though you don’t have a cat.

But as you attempt to race to get your coat and boots, Uzui stops you by simply saying your name. “V,” he says, his voice almost pleading. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Slowly, you turn your body to him, but you don’t look at him. You keep your eyes locked on the floor. “This feels like a trap,” you admit with an awkward laugh.

“It’s not,” he protests, sounding hurt by the assumption. “I promise you, V, it isn’t. I had wanted to invite you over when the girls finally came home to tell you all of this, but with you being here…shit, I just couldn’t resist not sayin’ nothin’ to you after so long.” When you finally do look at him, his face is filled with so much longing that it nearly makes your knees buckle.

“I need to act on my advances somehow,” he continues. “Did you notice any of ‘em? Ever?” You put your hands in your pockets, unsure of what to do. The room suddenly feels too small for your size. “Um…yes, but I’ll admit that I ignored them because of work. I needed to focus on my bakery.”

“I don’t blame you for that,” he replies. “And I don’t blame you for bein’ wary of this, V, but you don’t have to be that way with me. My feelings for you are real.” The soft lamplight illuminates his handsome face. “My attraction for you is real.”

You grip your keys in your back pocket. This is getting too hot and too personal. It’s too much. You should turn and leave to avoid falling even deeper into this dangerous situation. But instead, you stand there and face your fears. “I…I feel the same,” you softly confess, so soft that the rain nearly swallows up your voice.

But Uzui hears you nonetheless. His body relaxes, the tension in his muscles melting away. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he wonders and you look at him like he’s deadass serious. “Tengen, you’re married,” you scoff. “You have three women that you’re committed to!”

He nods, biting his lip. “Okay, yeah. That was a stupid question.”

“So what about your girls?” you demand. “Is this going to ruin your marriage?” Immediately, he shakes his head. “Not at all. I was waiting till they returned so they could tell this to you in person, but they’re just as attracted to you as I am. They’ve wanted you to join our little family since we met.”

Your eyes widen as your blood pressure rises. “Family?!” you parrot. “Tengen, I can’t marry you!”

Uzui blinks in confusion and then realization like flickering lightbulb appears in his eyes. “No, no, no!” he protests with a laugh. “You’ve got it wrong, darling. I don’t mean join our marriage. I mean join our relationship—that is, you’d be dating all four of us…if that’s somethin’ you’d want to do.”

You bite your lip, contemplating this. Yes, you’ve thought about being with them. Many of your nights have been filled with hot dreams of you between them, your bedroom filled with moans from all of you. But it’s different from actually doing it. “I’m attracted to you all too,” you admit, “but I’ve never been in a poly relationship before. I’ve never even been with more than one partner in the bedroom.”

Uzui’s gaze is soft and sweet, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” he says, taking a step closer. You allow it, not moving even as he gets closer to you. “It’s your decision, V, but I can promise you that if you say yes, not a day would go by where we wouldn’t show you how right you were in picking us to be your partners.”

When he is finally near you and towering over you, he takes your hands in his. “For however long you want us.” You stare up into his eye, falling deeper and deeper into whatever “trap” he has set for you. “Say that I did say yes,” you say, breathless from the magic he is working on you. “What would happen if I was your fourth girl?”

His brows raise in surprise and a smirk stretches across his lips. “Oh,” he replies. “You want a teaser?” You jerkingly nod, afraid to speak. He turns his hands over so they are underneath yours and rubs his thumbs along your knuckles. You inhale and unfortunately catch a whiff of the fruity soap and cologne on his skin.

“Well, for one,” he starts in his silky, dreamy voice, “I’d treat you the same way I treat my wives: with love, adoration, and respect…in and out of the bedroom, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.” His eye pierces into yours, filled with heat and a sinful promise that makes you want to fall into his big arms that are the size of your entire body. “And I make sure all of my girls are taken care of.”

Something in the way he says that also tells you that ain’t just words—they’re a fucking promise. Finally, temptation gets the best of you and you toss yourself at him to kiss him. He makes a noise of surprise as you leap into his body, but once your body and lips melt into his, he moans in pleasure and satisfaction at finally having you here. Against him. Wrapped in his arms.

His lips are soft and taste faintly of wine. They pull you in deeper and deeper, causing you to push your plump body against his. Uzui welcomes you, his toned arms hugging you tight and inviting you to indulge in his biceps and pecs. The more you touch, the wetter you get. You can feel your pussy clenching in your panties, excited by the many sights, scents, and sensations you’re experiencing.

Finally, you pull away and you’re both panting, only an inch away from each other’s lips. “I take it you like that idea?” he murmurs against your lips. Slowly, you nod, speechless. “So you wanna give this a shot? Remember, baby, you call the shots here.”

He gently strokes your back, not cringing at all at your rolls and love handles. It makes you feel especially sexy. You bite your lip, thoughtfully stroking his chest. “I’m thinking about it, but I think I need more…” One of your hands slides down to play idly with the tie of his sweats. “Persuasion,” you sigh.

A big, happy smile crosses Uzui’s lips and he plants another passionate kiss on your lips. “I can do that, no problem.” Another hot kissing session begins that sweeps you off your feet and makes your pussy gush. The more you push against Uzui, he pushes back just as much, his hands roaming over your back, legs, and plump ass in your jeans.

He wedges one of his muscular thighs in between your soft, plushy ones and you gasp at the hard sensation you feel pushing against his sweats. “Can you feel me?” he asks, peppering your neck in kisses. “That’s what you do to me. What you’ve been doin’ to me since I met you.”

Your mouth stays agape, processing what you’re feeling. The pleasure is immense. His bulge slides against the heat between your thighs, right up against your fabric-covered pussy. “Of course, you’d need a bit of training with me though,” he adds, deciding to kiss your shoulder now.

You tilt your head back, enjoying his ministrations. “You mean, like, fighting?” you ask. “Like your wives do?” He pulls away and a sheepish smile is on his lips. “Well, yes, but I meant a “different” type of training,” he chuckles. “I’m, uh…kinda big.”

You stare at him blankly, confused. Instead of clarifying, he takes your hand and places your hand on his abs. “Go ahead; touch me, baby.” His eye twinkles with mirth and lust that excites you. Your hand cascades down his washboard abs to his V-line until you meet his very big, very hard, very thick bulge. Kinda? That thing is like a third arm!

At your gobsmacked expression, he frowns. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” he worriedly asks. You flush, biting your lip to curb some of the horiness that has taken hold of you so you can’t even think straight. “Uh…uncomfortable ain’t the word I’d use.”

Interest crosses Uzui’s handsome face and he yanks you closer to him. “Oh, yeah?” he teases. “I’m gettin’ to you, hm? Lemme see then.” His hands move off of you to move down to his sweats, his fingers gliding against the ties holding them up. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Quickly, you take off your sweater, jeans, and bra along with your socks while Uzui takes his sweats and briefs off it one sweep. Suddenly, you both stand naked in his living room, your eyes drinking each other in. Uzui hungrily stares at your plump, soft, curvaceous body in the lamplight.

Even though you’re clearly bigger than his wives, he still looks at you like you’re a dessert plate. If it wasn’t for how damn good he looked, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too busy staring at his beautiful body, pierced nipples, and that big cock hanging between his three-trunk thighs. “Oh, wow,” you gasp. “Y-You’re really….big.”

Uzui smiles, flashing you his pearly whites. “I’m on the thicker side too,” he says pridefully. “I thought it’d scare my wives, but they love it, even without penetration.”

You can definitely see why. Your mouth salivates and your pussy aches for him. He steps to you, his chest and nipple rings now eye level with you.

“So I’d train you to take my big dick,” he purrs. “Is that somethin’ you’re interested in tonight? Maybe a trial run?”

A night of orgasms with the Hashira himself? How could you say no? “Yes,” you whisper. “But can I choose the positions?” He smiles, overjoyed with your agreement and gently kisses your lips. “Whatever you want, baby. But let’s take this to the bed.”

As soon as Uzui leads you through the house to the last room—his and his wives’ bedroom—, he and you immediately hit the king-size bed big enough for six people and begin your highly anticipated “trial run”. After a serious of tongue kisses, touches, and licks, you’re suddenly in the most compromising position you’ve been in in a long time.

You sit against the pillows with your legs spread and your panties discarded on the floor after Uzui pulled them down your thighs with his teeth. His thick fingers rub your cunt while your hand is wrapped around his dick coated in spit and flavored lube from his nightstand.

Uzui stares at you adoringly while you jerk him off, pushing his hips farther into your hand. “That’s it, mama,” he coos. “Stroke that dick like a good girl. Get a feel of it.”

You whimper at his praise-fille words, your pleasure only fueled by his thick fingers rubbing your clit in small, slow circles and the wet, lewd sounds of your hand sliding along his slick cock. You get to know each other and your bodies, focusing on what you respond well to and what you may not. So far, your body is responding extremely nicely to everything Uzui does. Your nipples are hard, your heart is pounding, and your pussy is gushing on his fingers as he continues to rub you.

“Isn’t it so nice?” he asks, his voice husky and soft from your little hand stroking his big, thick dick. “Havin’ a big cock in your hand while you get that pussy rubbed?” He looks down at his slick fingers, hardening at the sight of your glistening holds. “She’s so wet for me. It’s been a while since someone has treated her well, hasn’t it?”

He retracts his fingers and holds them to your mouth where you part your lips and begin to suck on them. He moans as he feels your soft lips wrap around his thick digits before he slides them out and places them back on your cunt. His cock grows hard, throbbing in your hand. “U-Uzi,” you moan. “I want you in my mouth.”

He smirks down at you, ever the tease. With one of his other big hands, he wraps it around your throat and squeezes. “What’s the magic word?” He presses a bit harder against your clit, making you gasp. “Please,” you exhale, your eyes fluttering at the pleasure. Uzui places a soft smack on your cunt, making you jump. “Louder,” he demands.

“Please!” You whine, the word escaping you. He presses an awarding kiss against your soft lips as his hand replaces yours wrapped around his cock. “Good girl. Now open up.” Once again, you part your lips and he slowly slides his shaft into your mouth, allowing you time to get used to him.

He is as big and as thick as he looks with a throbbing vein trailing from his tip dribbling in pre-cum to his heavy balls that lightly tap your chin as he sinks in deeper, deeper, deeper.

You taste the salty pre on your tongue as his head slides across it, the taste tantalizing your tastebuds. He is so warm and thick, stretching out your mouth with every inch.

He lets you settle into it for a few minutes before he begins to rock his hips and fuck your mouth. Your eyes sting with tears and your jaw aches from it being open slack, but you induce it. The pleasure of pleasing Uzui and having his big cock in your throat is too good to pass up. Uzui groans, his hand tangled in your hair. “Yes,” he hisses. “That’s it, take me deeper. Fuckin’ hell, V, you’re so good at this.”

Hearing his husky, silky voice sound so thick with pleasure makes you oh-so wet. You begin to gag on his cock as you move your head up and down, bobbing along his shaft. You lick along him like he’s a lollipop, causing spit to drip down your lips and his balls. You’ve never felt so sloppy and slutty, but you enjoy it immensely. Is this how his wives every time they blow him?

Suddenly, Uzui pulls himself out of your heavenly mouth and lays on his back. Before you can ask what he’s doing, his hands wrap around your waist and pull you on top of him towards his face. “Wait, wait,” you gasp. “What are you doing?” You look back at him, perturbed. He just gives you a dashing smile and lays a smack on your ass. “Putting this gorgeous ass on my face where it belongs. Don’t worry, I can handle you, mama. You just worry about gaggin’ on my cock, okay?”

Seeing the gentleness and lust for you in his twinkling eye buries all of your doubts about sitting on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you blurt, not even realizing what you said until you say it. You flush with embarrassment, but Uzui’s cock stirs like you just said the magic word. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have you,” he exhales, shuddering at your obedient reply.

He coaxes you to park your pussy on his face which you do, bracing your hands on his thighs just as his tongue begins to caress every part of your slippery, soft, wet cunt. Your whimpers and moans are muffled as you begin to throat his cock once more, bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around the heat while you stroke the rest of which you can’t swallow.

Uzui is so unbelievably good at eating pussy, but you wouldn’t think he wasn’t. He uses his fingers where his tongue isn’t, rubbing your clit while his tongue explores your folds, his moans causing vibrations to travel up to your hardening, tingling nipples. You begin to suck on him eagerly, sinking your throat deeper onto his shaft.

He groans underneath you, pulsing his hips up to fuck your face. “So greedy. I’m scared you won’t wanna share me once I get my girls in here.” Smack! He gives your ass another smack that makes your pussy quiver. “Ya think you could be a good girl and share my cock, baby girl?”

You pick your head up from his cock and take a breath of fresh air. “Y-Yes,” you softly whine. His fingers slowly sink into your pussy, making your moans grow louder. “Do you mean that?” he asks, his voice dipping below an octave. You whimper as he curls his digits up, making you rock your hips back in pleasure.

That knot in your stomach tightens until it finally snaps and you open your mouth to gasp as your orgasm approaches. “Oh, my God, Uzui…I’m gonna…oh, shit, I’m cumming!” Your orgasm ripples through you as Uzui begins to gently suck on your clit while he finger-fucks you, taking you through your nut.

It’s a powerful, intense orgasm that makes your eyes flutter closed and your body feel like it’s soaring. It’s an orgasm intensified by the fact that it’s a sexy ass man causing it. That only makes it better. When it finally fades, you shudder with delight and a dopey smile appears on your lips.

Uzui hums in disapproval as if you’ve proven that you’re lying, sliding his fingers out of you. “Guess it can’t be helped, but we’ve still got some training to do.”

He plants a kiss on your asscheek and on your pussy. “Now be a good girl and take this dick the way you need to,” he purrs, giving you the go to use his dick as a personal dildo for your enjoyment. After all, you still need to undergo the rest of your trial run.

You choose cowgirl first because it allows you to take control over the tempo and pressure. Uzui allows it, personally loving how you look bouncing on his cock. He lays back against a pillow with his arms comfortably behind his head as he ogles at the way your ass jiggles and juicy tits bounce every time you sink down onto his cock.

“God, Uzui, yes!” You shout. “Yes, yes, keep going! Don’t fucking stop!” You’re losing your mind on it, practically seeing stars as you rock your hips, your hands gripping his pecs and your knees on the bed.

Uzui smirks up at you, loving this movie. “I’m not even doin’ anything, baby,” he chuckles. “That’s all you. Just look at this ass bouncin’ on my cock.” He gives your ass a sharp smack, loving the way you loudly whine as he does it. “Such a little cock slut you’ve become.” He tuts, licking his fingers before rubbing your clit. “You’re worse than my wives.”

Just as quickly as it happened, he takes his fingers away and sucks on them. “But if you insist on me doin’ something to you…” He suddenly sits up and grabs you before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, plunging his cock deeper inside of you. Your mouth falls slack and you grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin.

“How’s this, hm?” He grunts. “Is this enough for my girl, huh?” You can’t even begin to voice the amount of pleasure you feel as he fucks you stupid, bouncing you in his lap. “Fuck, Daddy, yes!” You moan. “Oh, my God, fuck!”

The pleasure only reaches new heights for you both as he suddenly lays you down onto the bed, hikes you legs up over his shoulders, and begins to fuck you missionary style. He mounts you, rides you, plants that big body on top of you as he puts you into his mattress. You wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala bear, enjoying the ride he takes you on.

He smiles down at you, enjoying it too. “Such a flashy expression you’ve got there, baby,” he huffs. “Is this dick that good, hm? You enjoyin’ this trial run so far?” You weakly nod, too busy moaning to form coherent sentences. “Aw, c’mon, mama,” he coos, reaching down to squeeze your throat. “Give Daddy some words.”

You don’t know what feels better: his big hand replacing a necklace around your throat or his cock buried inside of you. Desperation to keep this feeling fills you, giving you that kick to speak. “Uzui,” you moan. “Keep going. Fuck me please!”

Uzui, with his face flushed and his hair falling in his face, smiles down at you the way a wolf would his prey. “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t been fucked yet.”

After pressing a kiss to your bare foot, he bends your knees so he can press his pelvis against yours, your ass cushioning his thighs, and begins to piston his hips against yours. With every thrust and brush of his pelvis against your needy, throbbing clit, you grow wetter. So wet that it drips down your asscrack onto the sheets that you’re currently gripping for dear life.

Fortunately for the both of you, your wetness increases the lubrication, making it easier to Uzui pound your pussy into the bed that rocks and creaks below you. Your moans and swears mingle with one another, creating a chorus of pleasure that echoes throughout the empty house.

It doesn’t take long for that pleasure to build and spill over into your second orgasm of the night. “Cumming!” You sob. “I’m cumming!” Uzui talks you through it with that soft, sexy voice of his, still drilling your shit as if his life depends on it. “Cum for me, baby. Give me another, c’mon.”

He presses himself against you, his nose buried in your hair, and gives you a few more determined, deep strokes that send you over the edge. With a loud sob-like moan, you cum again, gushing all over the thick cock buried inside of your cunt.

Uzui groans as he feels your walls clench around him, threatening to make him cum too…but not yet. He still needs to show you more. When he finally feels you go slack underneath him, he gently unwinds your arms and legs from him. “That’s better,” he sighs with a smile. “Now it’s time to get my nut too.”

Slowly, he pulls out and turns you over without warning. With a gasp of surprise, you feel him grab your hips and lift your ass up before sliding himself back home inside of you. Taking control over you and your body, he begins to slam himself into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper into the wet, quivering folds of your pussy.

“That better?” He bellows from behind you. “You like gettin’ fucked like this?” You whine and moan in response, your face buried in the mattress. He fucks you like you’re his own personal fleshlight, using you for his own pleasure while also giving you yours too. Your pussy, still sensitive from your last two orgasms, squelches and throbs around him, pulling the cum out of him.

Uzui leans down to whisper in your ear, his big body covering yours once more. “And just think: you can get this every day. Every night. Any time you want.” He reaches between your thighs to rub your clit, stimulating you. “You can get it fast and rough or slow and gentle. You can have this whenever you want it, baby. All you have to do is say yes.”

You want to say yes. You’ve never wanted anything more. Your brain is fogged by pleasure and your third orgasm quickly approaching. You can’t believe that you can have endless nights of endless orgasms and hot sex with not only him but his three gorgeous wives too. Who wouldn’t say yes to that?

“Oh, fuck!” You sob into the bed, fisting the sheets. “Too much! I can’t—“

“Uh-uh,” he interrupts you in a voice so demanding and stern that it silences you. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it. You can, baby. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”

He presses your ass down onto the bed and proceeds to fuck you pronebone style, drawing his hips down against your soft, plump ass.

“So you’d better set it on this cock,” he whispers. “If you wanna be mine, you have to.”

You weakly turn your head to the side to look at him, finding his face already within reach. He plants a hot, wet kiss on your lips, sharing his breath with yours. “Don’t you wanna be my girl, mama?” He whispers against your mouth. “Don’t you wanna be mine?”

Yes. Everything in your mind and body is screaming the word: Yes, yes, yes. Finally, you swallow your pride and let your need and the hot sex talk for you. “Uzui!” You sob. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

You want to be his and you want him to be yours. His wives, too. You want everything they could ever offer you. You want it all.

You can hear the smile in Uzui’s voice as he speaks, still pounding your cunt into the bed and bringing you to the brink of no return. “Give me another one, baby. Fuckin’ give it to me now. I’m gonna cum too!”

There is no more talking as your orgasms take over, the pleasure rising and expanding until it finally explodes. With a gasp, you orgasm for the third time that night, clenching around Uzui’s magical, beautiful cock. The Hashira cums with you, letting out a loud moan as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

You weakly whimper at the feeling of his warm seed gushing out and filling you up. There is so much! So much that it drips out of you and dribbles down your asscrack. He keeps himself buried inside of you, gripping your body to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear from his bed if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

You let him, loving how big and strong he is. He feels like a weighted sweatshirt on top of you, warm and cozy yet hard and slick with sweat. You inhale, breathing in his scent, falling more in love with it the more you breathe him in. He’s perfect.

Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, Uzui gently pries himself away from your body. But he doesn’t roll off of you. For a moment, he takes a minute to stare down at your body, looking at you like you’re a Goddess who has blessed his bedroom.

The way he gazes down at you makes you flush with embarrassment and shyness despite the act you just did together. ‘You’re perfect too,’ he says without opening his mouth.

After sharing a kiss, he finally pulls out of you. “You okay?” He softly asks. Weakly, you nod, unable to lift your head up due to exhaustion. “Here, let me fetch ya a towel.”

You feel the bed move as he gets up and hurries to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a towel and a bottle of massage oil. He begins to wipe you down with the towel, gently wiping the cum off of your thighs and ass. You let him, your limbs feeling like jelly.

“All clean,” he finally announces. “Now hold still for me. You might be a little sore, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t fix.” You feel him straddle you, his powerful thighs on either side of your hips. He squirts some of the massage oil into his palms and vigorously rubs them together before massaging the slick oil into your back, shoulders, ass, thighs, and calves.

You softly hum at the feeling of his hands massaging your sore muscles, his fingers kneading the aches, kinks, and tight knots. He ebbs away the soreness from the sex, causing you to relax into the mattress.

After doing your back, he moves off of you and helps you flip over onto your back. He pecks you on the lips before massaging your neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs, and legs. The scent of lavender and vanilla hangs in the air from the oil, sending you on a trip to a field of it.

He is so careful with your legs, lifting each one with a gentleness that makes your heart melt. His fingers knead your inner thighs and calves, caressing down to your ankles and toes. You can’t help but feel that it is more intimate that the sex. “You sure know how to treat a girl,” you sigh.

He chuckles as his hands stroke up and down your ankle. “I try. You did so well for me that you deserve a reward.” You flush at the praise and close your eyes, completely and utterly ready to toss in the towel and be his.

Oh. That’s right. You already did say yes…but that was when he was fucking you stupid. It was during sex. You don’t know his perspective on talking shit during sex, but does he consider your answer truthful or valid? Can he tell that you meant it?

Because you did. You want to be his and his wives’ so badly. Things would have to go slow for a while so you can get used to dating four people at the same time, but you also know that they would be patient and happy to give you all the time you need.

Something in you tells you that they would prove to be the best partners you’ve ever had.

Biting your lip, you open your eyes to stare at the beautiful man still massaging your leg. “Uzui?” You whisper. Immediately, he pauses and questionably looks at you. “I meant what I said earlier…about wanting to be yours.”

Realization lights up in his eye and he gently lowers your leg on the bed. “So you mean…you want us?” He expectantly asks. “My wives and me? You actually mean it?”

Slowly, you sit up onto your elbows and place a hand on his. A slow nod and a smile are all Uzui needs for his answers. He scoops you up into his lap and hugs you close, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips that makes you swoon. “Thank you, V,” he whispers, joy evident in his tone. “I promise you that we’ll make you so, so happy. We can take it as slow as you need us to and we can—“

His words are cut off by his cell phone ringing in the living room. “Damn,” he sighs. “Hang on a sec.”

He gently pushes you off of him and rises from the bed to head to the living room, leaving you alone to your thoughts for a moment. You laugh to yourself, in disbelief that you’re actually doing this. But you also find that you’re not regretful. If anything, you’re excited. You’re intrigued. You’re attracted to the idea of being with these four magnetic, attractive individuals and you want to get to know them even better.

Uzui finally returns after a couple of minutes, still naked and looking good enough to lick. He wears a secretive smile on his face as he comes to sit on the bed again. “What?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Well, that was Hinatsuru callin’ me,” he explains. “She said she and the girls will be home early…tonight, actually.” You gape at him, making him laugh. “They decided they wanted to test the storm and realized it was easy to travel in. Plus, they missed me too much. They’ll be home in about two hours.”

Your heart skips a beat as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down to lie with him on the bed. “So now we have two things to celebrate tonight,” he whispers. “And we can do it properly. Does that sound good to you, darling?”

You smile into his chest, your body melting into his. You’ve never thought anything sounded better.

THE END.

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 7: Spring 2024)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs while ✨ will indicate someone’s interpretation of Y/N Cookie.

Additionally, many people proved art to showcase to Brittle, which will be indicated by this: 🖌️. I will also mention who provided the art.

April 2024 ☔️

• “Meeting White Lily Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “The Sound of a Divorce” ⭐️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie

• “Angry or Grateful”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “The Perfect Vessel Doesn’t Exi-”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Harbinger’s Bride” ⭐️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie

• “Intolerance for Malevolence”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “A Brave Advice”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

• “Legendary Group Chat”

Featuring: Legendary Cookies

• “Flirtatious Margarine”

Featuring: Royal Margarine Cookie

• “Frosty Affection”

Featuring: Frost Queen Cookie

• “Dessert Report” 🍪

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “New Lock”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

• “Hail Deity”

Featuring: The Weather Deities

• “Who Touched Y/N?!”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “I Know You”

Featuring: Stormbringer Cookie, Wildberry Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie

• “Goddess of Apathy”

Featuring: Mystic Flour Cookie

May 2024 💐

• “Remember Who?”

Featuring: Starch Noodle Cookie and Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “A Date?”

Featuring: Crunchy Chip Cookie and Wildberry Cookie

• “Letters from the Three Houses”

Featuring: The Triple Cone Trio

• “Deliciously Evil Banquet”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, The Cookies of Darkness and Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “Under the Castle” ⭐️

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rmoonstoner · 1 year ago

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, volatile emotions, dats a big boi, warnings will change

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Summary:

A new man comes prowling around, and you have a small misunderstanding.

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Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas - Chile

These are popular during the month of September when Fiestas Patrias occurs. During Easter, beef isn't used for religious reasons, and substitutions like eggs, seafood, and cheese are used. Common ingredients are beef (not during Easter), seafood, onions, hard boiled eggs, raisins, cheeses, and olives. Garlic, cumin, paprika, and pepper are great spices to accompany the filling. The pastry is made from white flour made of wheat.

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Patrol tonight was going to suck. Gwen had cancelled at the last minute, because of a family crisis at home. Miles was home in bed, sicker than you'd ever seen him before. Peter was busy working on a paper and studying for finals for school, so that just left you, the one with no other obligations to keep you busy. You felt sorry for all of them.

You were up on a tall building as you surveyed your surroundings. It had been hours, and the city had been quiet for once. Nothing looked or sounded out of the ordinary for now. You were kind of sorta hoping something small might happen. Small enough so you weren't bored or really threatened.

Sure as shit, it was as if you had just manifested something to happen.

A scream alerted you to the south, and you darted off towards the noise. As you got closer, you heard metal trashcans banging together, a loud snarl, and what sounded like a fight. You got to the edge of the roof and looked down to see a man in a mask and a skin tight black and red suit. He was throwing a punch at a thug, only for the guy to pull out a knife and growl at him. The masked man leapt back and ducked as he was lunged at, then you heard the unmistakable sound of a web thwipping out and hitting skin.

You squinted and saw webs all over the guy, which threw you off. When you looked closer at the man, you saw he had a spider on his chest. This guy was a Spider-Folk? Why hadn't you ever seen him before? None of the others had ever mentioned him.

"I suggest you give it up, mi amigo."

You froze for a second, then hid behind a wall. That voice sounded exactly like Jake's voice, AND he was speaking Spanish! Your heart began to race wildly in your chest.

"Come on! Stop trying to stab me, you're embarrassing yourself." The man in the mask continued as you heard a punch, then another crash of trash cans. You heard him laugh, and it was almost the same, but distinctly different at the same time. Almost like he was enjoying this too much.

"Asshole! I'll fucking kill you, you Spider-Man rip off!"

"Haha, yeah right. I’ve heard that one before." You could hear the cockiness in his voice. It really sounded like Jake to you, and you needed another look, before you got angry about it.

Peeking over the ledge again, you made your suit darken a bit to blend in better with the shadows. You watched this man beat the snot out of the thug. Admittedly, you thought that was incredibly hot. Jake in a Spider-Folk outfit, smashing a guy's face in and covered in blood, and now he was tying him up. The guy was unconscious, up near the entrance of the alleyway.

"Alright. I know someone's up there. I can hear you breathing. And you smell like flowers." The masked man said as he looked directly up at you. You squeaked and immediately shrank flat to the ground.

"Are you seriously trying to hide after I just said- Oh forget it. I'm coming up there!" The man shouted up at you and you scrambled to your feet and backed away from the ledge.

Of all fucking nights to be alone, and this fucking happens!

"Hey there!" You suddenly heard his voice from behind you. You shrieked and scooted back again. You didn't even see or hear him come up.You always saw them coming, but not him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You gasped as he hopped down and stared at you. He was staying still, arms crossed as he chuckled at your little scare.

"Whoa, I am sorry. I won't hurt you. I've seen you in the news outlets around town. You're that Galaxy Spider, aren't you?" The man asked, and you squinted at him again.

Jake knew that information. Was he trying to play stupid with you? Was he trying to pretend you couldn't recognize him in that get up?

"Uh, yeah." You almost sounded snide about it, and he held his hands up in defence.

"Hey, I am not one of those weirdo fan boys, okay? I'm just some guy with spider powers. I'm trying to help out while I’m in town."

In town?

In.

Fucking.

Town!?

Had he been just hiding here in New York this whole god damned time, just watching you?

What the fuck?

"Cut the crap, Jake Lockley. I know it's you!" You suddenly snapped at him as you straightened up. You were pissed.

"Huh? That's not my name-"

"Bullshit, Lockley! How could you keep this—-" You were just barely under a yelling tone as you ripped off your mask, mostly just so he could see just how angry you were. You motioned quickly to his suit, hands going up and down in fast motions. He was shocked, staring at your eyes as you seethed with rage.

"—-This whole Spider-Persona a secret from me!? Like we've been dating for three fucking years, and you know I'm a Spider, and not once did it occur to you to tell me that you also happen to be a fucking Spider!?" By now you were shaking with anger, trying desperately not to activate your webbing with how hard you were clenching your fists. You wanted to punch him so bad.

"Okay, lady, I'm not who you think I am, okay? My name is not Jake Lockley. My name is Miguel O'Hara." The man that claimed his name was Miguel, slowly took his mask off.

That didn't help anything at all, because there was his face.

His stupid, perfect, fucking face, looking just like Jake's. You were so blinded by the hurt Jake had caused, you didn't believe this man, even if he looked younger, and kind of beefier. Okay, a lot beefier. And taller, too?

"See?" He tried to continue, but you pointed at him, sticking your finger right into the center of his chest.

"You look just like him!" You hissed and the man pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed back. His hair was shorter, a bit of a mess, and he had red eyes that almost seemed to glow.

"But I am not him."

"Same face. Same voice. You speak Spanish." You said as he rolled his eyes.

"Are his eyes red?" Miguel countered, and you dropped your finger and looked into his eyes. He was right. He had red eyes.

"Uh, no… They glow white sometimes… Never red, uh, unless he's been hitting the green, if ya know what I mean." You sheepishly replied, then remembered people could have contacts.

"But how do I know these aren't fancy contacts?"

"You don't, but I can assure you they aren't. It's part of my Spider powers, just like you can summon lights and stand on them." He replied and you huffed. Okay, point taken, but you were still not fully trusting this man yet.

"Let me see your left arm. Jake has a tattoo." You demanded, and Miguel got right to work on removing his glove and rolling up his sleeve. The first thing you noticed, was the weird looking watch he had. Jake preferred a different kind of watch and you never saw him remove it. Then you saw all the scars Miguel had. They all were in different places then the ones on Jake. Then you noticed the forearm, and there wasn't a tattoo of hieroglyphics there.

"See? I am not him." Miguel again protested to being your ex. That was when you noticed his hands. His nails specifically. They were fucking claws, and longer than yours! He noticed you looking, and he put his gloves back on fairly quickly.

"That's… That's crazy. I guess I owe you an apology…" You quietly replied while looking down.

"Oh course you owe him an apology!" A small feminine voice spoke up. Miguel covered his watch and turned away.

"Lyla, shh!"

"Lyla?" You were confused. Was that his handler?

"Uh, she's my personal AI assistant." Miguel explained after he turned off the watch light.

"Oh… Like Mr. Stark's Jarvis?"

"Uh, yes. Like Jarvis."

"Whoa… That's actually pretty cool. I am sorry, Miguel. It's just… Nevermind. I'm sorry." You said as you slumped against the wall to catch your breath and slow your heart rate down.

"Whoever this Jake guy is, I don't like him. He sounds like he messed you up good." Miguel said with a sour looking face.

"He… He did." You looked away and reached up to move the hood down and scratch at your neck where the fastener was.

Miguel looked down at his watch, and sighed. Lyla was glaring at him and motioning towards your general direction while mouthing, 'Do something.'

"Hey, uh… Wanna talk about it? This is a judgement free zone." He offered as he leaned against the wall and waited.

You glanced at him and then at your feet. Why not? He seemed nice enough to you.

"Sure, I guess." You huffed and crouched down to stretch your body, then sat on the cold concrete. Miguel got down and sat with his legs crossed, his hands resting on his remarkably large thighs.

"So, uh… Jake is my ex boyfriend. We were dating inconsistently for three years…"

"Inconsistently?"

"Yeah, well, about that… He disappeared a lot. Never told me where he went, or what he did. He would often show up covered in blood from stab wounds and gun shots. I would help him out, then the next morning he was all better, like nothing had happened the night before. He always refused to tell me what had happened and why he was healing so fast."

"That sounds a lot like a super powered vigilante hero to me."

"I know, right? So, anyway, he would get irritated with me every time I asked about it, break up with me, then leave for long periods of time. He would always come crawling back and expected to just walk right back into my life like he didn't just break my heart and run away." You huffed in frustration as you ran your hands through your hair.

You heard a low growl come from Miguel. When you looked up at him, he looked pissed. Both of his fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and his red eyes somehow brighter.

"What a shocking coward. Here you are, busting your ass off for this city to protect it, and there he is, being a selfish prick. He's clearly using you as a comfort door mat, without thinking about your feelings."

"That's how I feel." You whispered back as your voice cracked.

"Look, that's not healthy. You're out here doing your best, and you don't deserve to be walked all over like that. Where is this idiot?" He asked as he stood up and cracked his knuckles.

"He left to go to London. Said he had some undercover gig to do, and it was a long haul sting. Wouldn't tell me anything else, aside from the fact he gave me a mailbox address." You explained. Miguel squinted at you.

"That's cold. How long ago was this?"

"About four months now, I think. He did it on our anniversary, actually." At this point your eyes were slowly leaking. You were trying so hard not to sob.

"He did not! That's horrible… And he hasn't contacted you since?"

"Nope." You said with a small sniffle. Miguel leaned forward ever so slightly.

"Damn, girl. Forget about that guy. Live your life. You're too good to be tied down to such a loser like that." Miguel remarked. You looked up at him and smiled. It was weird, but he was nice and very supportive for just meeting him. He wasn't being a perv or a creep either.

Oh, but he did look like he wanted to beat Jake up. That was a very pleasant image to think about. Watching two hot look- a- likes kick each other's asses. You would be lying if you said you were rooting for Jake.

"Thank you. I wish Jake would have seen it that way. I'm still living like I was. Like I am waiting for him to drop in at any moment to fuck up my flow. Though, this is the longest he's been gone, so it's easier to believe he's not coming back, even when he said he was." You explained as you leaned back against the wall and sighed heavily. With a quick wipe of your arm, you removed the tears from your cheeks and eyes.

"Don't let him have that power over you. You're a treasured wonder of the world. You have adoring fans, and people look up to you. Any man that is with you , should cherish the time they get with you. He should be worshipping you."

"That's hard to do, I… I just miss him. He was always so good to me when he was around…"

"Well, the man isn't treating you right now, is he? He should have told you what his deal was, if he has powers, and what they are. He should have told you if he's a superhero, a vigilante, or whatever the shock he is. If he loved you, really loved you, he wouldn't have dumped you in the first place."

"I, uh, I guess?"

"No, not you guess. If he loved you, he would have been open about everything. Tell you what he was doing, who he really is, where he was going and for how long. It's not fair that he knew what you were doing, yet he wouldn't return the favor. He didn't trust you. A good relationship is based on trust, open communication, and consideration for all partners involved." He sounded passionate as he spoke. Passionate enough to stand up and start pacing as he made very valid points to you.

A soft shudder went through you and you pulled your knees up to your chest. His words hurt to hear, but he was right. It still made the tears spill forth. Miguel crouched down next to you and placed a hand to your shoulder as he cooed to you.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay to cry. If it helps, I am gonna be in town for a while. If he comes back, I'll kick his shocking ass. It's not hard to miss a guy that apparently looks just like me." He seemed eager to kick Jake's ass for you, and he hadn't even known you for an hour yet.

But you didn't get the slang he was using. It sounded funny and weird to you, because you swore a lot. Like, so much, you had been a tabloid hit for your potty mouth.

"Why do you keep saying shocking, instead of fucking?" You asked, and he laughed nervously.

"Oh, I, uh… Where I come from, we use 'shock' in place of 'fuck'." He shrugged and rubbed his neck with a crooked smile. He smiled a lot differently than Jake. It was natural, not forced. That and the fangs he had were a dead giveaway that this wasn't Lockley.

In fact, now that you were no longer blinded with rage, you took a moment to actually look at this man. His cheekbones were slightly more pronounced, his face more defined and chiselled. He was all muscle, while Jake had a bit of padding in the middle. Miguel was taller, like a lot taller. You felt like he could block out the sun, while Jake could only block out the moon.

Then you noticed how much younger he was, or at least he appeared to be. He could have been older. You were a terrible judge of age, especially after finding out that Wong and Stephen weren't in their fifties like you thought they were. You thought America was in her twenties, but she was younger than Peter and Miles. You even made the mistake of thinking Scott was in his mid thirties, when he was older than Stephen.

Miguel noticed you staring at him, and you looked away once you realized it. After a moment, you looked back, seeing he was blushing and fiddling with his watch.

"And where do you come from?" You tilted your head up to look at him, waiting for an answer. He looked away and then back at you with a worried look.

"I, uh… You won't believe me…"

"Try me. You just showed me there's a guy out here that looks like my ex. I live in the Sanctum with wizards and other Spiders, and I have super powers."

"Shock, you're right. Well, uh… I am from the future of another universe." He carefully said and then winced. You could tell he was awaiting your disapproval.

"Oh… That actually makes so much sense!"

"It does? Wait, you believe me?" He was surprised and he visibly relaxed at your acceptance.

"Yeah, I sure do! Stephen said there was a cosmic anomaly and he couldn't find a reason as to why! That must have been you! When did you get here?" You asked as you shifted to lean forward.

"Um… About three weeks agooo-ooh!?" Miguel scooted back a bit, lost his balance, and landed on his ass. You giggled at his droopy grin.

"Aha! That's when he said the anomaly happened!" You reached out and helped him up.

He was heavier than Jake!

"Oh. That's probably me. There was an experiment I was conducting, and it sent me here. I've been working on getting back, but I need to find an adequate power source to get back-"

"I could ask Stephen for you!" You offered with excitement. Miguel groaned and shook his head.

"No, thank you. I would rather figure it out for myself. In fact, I would really prefer it if you didn't tell him about me."

"Well, I can’t just lie to the man if he asks. He has a third eye, and he's very good at reading people." You replied, which made him raise a brow.

"A what?"

"A magical third eye. It helps him see people's true intentions, whether or not they are lying to him, and sometimes, he uses it to read people's minds." You said and Miguel blinked a few times.

"Okay, I don't want to meet this guy then."

"Chances are, he already is aware of who you are, and where you are at this exact moment. He tracks me, Spider-Man, and the other Spiders every night to make sure we are all okay."

"Shock. You have a powerful wizard watching you? That's kind of… Well, kind of creepy if you ask me."

"I don't mind. If I am in trouble, he'll show up. He is like the collective Spider father figure around here. He cares about us."

"But what if, you know, you wanted 'privacy'?" He looked around and whispered, as if that would stop the doctor from hearing him if he was indeed watching.

"Oh, then he'd stop watching. He's not a pervert or anything. At least not that I know of." You laughed and gave a little snort. Miguel smiled and sat back.

“So, future boy, where are you staying? Please tell me it’s not a box under a bridge, because no offence, you sure smell like it.” You asked as you waved your hand in front of your face. He blushed and looked away.

“Not a box, but he does smell like he has been sleeping under a bridge like a troll-“ You heard his watch pipe up, and he slammed his palm over the speaker.

“Oh god, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean-“ The words came tumbling from your mouth.

“It’s fine.”

“It is not fine. You stink. You need a shower or a good long soak in a hot tub.” You said and paused for a moment. He stunk, but like a garbage bin or something. You almost wondered if he was homeless while he was here. It made sense if he was from the future.

“I actually was thrown into a dumpster this morning. I haven’t bothered to go back to my hotel.”

“Oh my god. I am sorry.”

“Naw, it’s fine, really. I chose not to go and shower. I had been chasing that guy all day. He managed to knock me into a dumpster, almost got away, then I spent my time watching him from the rooftops. I finally caught him when you showed up.”

“Does that mean you haven’t eaten?”

"Yeah, actually. I'm starving."

"Hold on a second then." You smiled and pulled out your phone.

Miguel watched as you stuck your tongue out between your teeth and tapped away quickly. Your fingers moved just slow enough for the phone to register your touch commands. He had never seen anyone type that fast before.

"What are you hungry for?" You brought up a food delivery app and scrolled around.

"Uh… Is it bad that I want Chinese? No, wait… I am really craving some good pizza." He said.

Pizza? That was great, because you knew a little place around the corner. Putting your phone away, you quickly put your mask away into your bag, tucked your collar down, and then pulled out some sweatpants. Miguel was confused for a second, that is until you kicked your shoes off and hopped into the pants. You put the shoes back on and then grabbed your wallet.

"OK, let's go over a block to the west. There's a really good pizza place over there. I go there all the time to pick up dinner for the Sanctum. Stephen usually gets pasta, my friends get pizzas, and I like the wings." You announced and left over to the next building.

"Oh? That sounds good." Miguel asked as he easily kept up with you.

"Yeah. I'm getting myself the Chipotle and honey wings." As you spoke, your mouth watered at the idea of soon having delicious chicken wings.

"I want an extra large Hawaiian. Extra pineapple." Miguel said with excitement as he licked his lips and did a flip in the air.

You landed on the roof of the pizza place, and Miguel opted to stay up on the roof while you went to order and pick it up. He was surprised to see you come back up fifteen minutes later with a pizza box and two containers of wings.

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Also, the height thing bugs the shit out of me. Moon Knight is supposed to be 6'2". We know Oscar is a short king. But! Miguel is supposed to be 5'10. We see Miles, who is supposed to be 5'8", but Miguel literally towers over him by a lot, telling me the man is well over 6'2". So, I don't give a fuck what anyone says. This Miguel is gonna be like 6'9". Deal with it.

I asked a friend for Miguel's favorite food. It's their opinion. So there.

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sugarcreambiteskingdom · 6 days ago

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My Cookie Run Ships

"x" = Romantic

"+" = Platonic

Singles:

Ninja Cookie x/+ ???

Muscle Cookie x/+ ???

Alchemist Cookie x/+ ???

Star Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Peach Blossom Cookie x/+ ???

Cloud Haetae x/+ ???

Matcha Cookie x/+ ???

Rebel Cookie x/+ ???

Linzer Cookie x/+ ???

Pastry Cookie x/+ ???

Purple Yam Cookie x/+ ???

Crimson Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Wind Archer Cookie x/+ ???

Stormbringer Cookie x/+ ???

Frost Queen Cookie x/+ ???

Sea Fairy Cookie x/+ ???

Partners(Platonic):

Icicle Yeti Cookie + Snow Sugar Cookie

Gumball Cookie + Cherry Cookie

Olive Cookie + Eclair Cookie

Carol Cookie + Pinecone Cookie

Macaron Cookie + Schwarzwälder

Mala Sauce Cookie + Pumpkin Pie Cookie

Partners(Romantic):

Gingerbrave x Wizard Cookie

Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie

Angel Cookie x Devil Cookie

Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie

Custard Cookie ||| x Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Clover Cookie x Licorice Cookie

Avocado Cookie x Wildberry Cookie

Pancake Cookie x Onion Cookie

Blackberry Cookie x Adventurer Cookie

Knight Cookie x Princess Cookie

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie x Cilantro Cobra Cookie

Street Urchin Cookie x Caramel Choux Cookie

Mercurial Knight Cookie x Moonlight Cookie

Creme Brulee Cookie x Herb Cookie

Silverbell Cookie x Sherbet Cookie

Mozzarella Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie

Burnt Cheese Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie

Vampire Cookie x Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Peppermint Cookie x Sorbet Shark Cookie

Black Lemonade Cookie x Shining Glitter Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie x Oyster Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie x Madeleine Cookie

Prune Juice Cookie x Blueberry Pie Cookie

Captain Caviar Cookie x Black/White Pearl Cookie

Cream Unicorn Cookie x Affogato Cookie

Financier Cookie x Clotted Cream Cookie

Crunchy Chip Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie

Cocoa Cookie x Mint Choco Cookie

Twizzly Gummy Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie

Lilac Cookie x Scorpion Cookie

Espresso Cookie x Fig Cookie

Kumiho Cookie x Werewolf Cookie

Latte Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie

Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie

Milk Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie

Ananas Dragon Cookie x Mango Slice Cookie(I just named an NPC not really my oc to be honest)

Lotus Dragon Cookie x Hydrangea Cookie

Lychee Dragon Cookie x Roll Cake Cookie

Fire Cookie x Mocha Ray Cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie x White Lily Cookie

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Almond Cookie x Cashew Nut Cookie

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Longan Dragon Cookie x Apple Cherry Cookie

Burning Spice Cookie x Vanilla Cookie

Shadow Milk Cookie x Strawberry Jam Cookie

Silent Salt Cookie x Peanut Butter Cookie

Abalone Cookie x Nora Shell Cookie

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Lord Oyster Cookie x Black Rift Cookie

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Cheddar Cheese Cookie x Carbonara Sauce Cookie

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Yogurt Cream Cookie x Whip Cream Cookie

Walnut Cookie x Caramel Bun Cookie

String Gummy Cookie x Mocha Cream Cookie

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cookierunevents · 2 years ago

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⭐WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER WLW COOKIE RUN SHIPS SHOWDOWN!⭐

May the best WLW (women-loving-women) ship win!! ✨✨✨

🌟ROUND 1🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Pomegranate Cookie x Dark Enchantress Cookie)

(Cotton Candy Cookie x Pink Choco Cookie) VS (Financier Cookie x Pastry Cookie)

(Raspberry Cookie x Princess Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie)

(Cream Puff Cookie x Walnut Cookie) VS (Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie)

(Kumiho Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie) VS (Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie)

(Raspberry Cookie x Parfait Cookie) VS (Skating Queen Cookie x Ice Candy Cookie)

(Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie) VS (Marshmallow Cookie x Macaron Cookie)

(Latte Cookie x Financier Cookie) VS (Pastry Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Caramel Arrow Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie) VS (Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie)

(Pomegranate Cookie x Kumiho Cookie) VS (Blue Lily Cookie x Lilybell Cookie)

(Blueberry Pie Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie)

(Financier Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Black Pearl Cookie)

(Twizzly Gummy Cookie x Croissant Cookie) VS (White Ghost Cookie x Black Garlic Cookie)

(Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie) VS (Coffee Candy Cookie x Baguette Cookie)

(Strawberry Cookie x Pumpkin Pie Cookie) VS (Kumiho Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Cheesecake Cookie x Cocoa Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟ROUND 2🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Cotton Candy Cookie x Pink Choco Cookie)

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie)

(Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie) VS (Raspberry Cookie x Parfait Cookie)

(Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie) VS (Pastry Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Blue Lily Cookie x Lilybell Cookie)

(Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie) VS (Financier Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(White Ghost Cookie x Black Garlic Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

(Kumiho Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟ROUND 3🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie)

(Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie) VS (Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie)

(Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟SEMIFINALS🌟

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

🌟FINALS🌟

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

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There will be a MLM (men-loving-men) version after this tournament has concluded, so keep an eye out for that! Depending on the interest for these first two, there may also be straight ships and NB (nonbinary) ships showdowns as well! Also, if you’re interested in Cookie Run rarepairs (like some of the ships found above), feel free to join my discord here! 💕💕 💕

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najia-cooks · 2 years ago

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[ID: First image shows four small, circular pastries with x-shaped vents piled on a plate. Second image shows one of the pastries broken open to reveal ground beef, black raisins, and bits of olive and tomato. End ID.]

Bakery-style pastelitos de carne (Cuban stuffed pastries)

Pastelitos de carne are Cuban pastries stuffed with picadillo—a sweet-and-savory filling made from ground beef, olives, raisins, and sometimes potatoes. This recipe uses a sofrito of minced onion, bell pepper, garlic, tomato, and spices to provide an intensely flavorful base for the picadillo filling.

Homemade versions of pastelitos de carne often use rough pastry to encase their filling in large pasty- or turnover-style shapes. This recipe, on the other hand, is based off of a common style of pastelitos sold in Cuban bakeries—bite-sized bits of picadillo encased in flaky, tender puff pastry that is brushed in sugar syrup after baking to enhance the savoury-sweetness of the filling.

Recipe under the cut!

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INGREDIENTS:

For the dish:

1 batch of puff pastry

6 Tbsp (1/4 cup + 2 Tbsp) fine textured vegetable protein (TVP)

1/2 cup vegetarian ‘beef’ broth from concentrate, divided—or substitute vegetable broth + 2 tsp dark soy sauce

5 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil, divided

1/2 small yellow onion, minced

1/2 small green bell pepper, minced

1 small golden potato, diced (optional)

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 Tbsp pimiento green olives, diced (optional)

1 Tbsp black raisins (optional)

2 roma tomatoes, chopped and puréed (1/4 cup), or 2 Tbsp tomato sauce

1/2 Tbsp tomato paste (optional)

1/2 tsp chopped fresh oregano

1/4 teaspoon salt, or to taste

1 ciliment (bay rum) leaf

1/2 tsp cumin seeds, or ground cumin

1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper

1/4 tsp sazón

pinch ground Ceylon cinnamon (or substitute cassia)

To assemble:

1 Tbsp non-dairy margarine, melted

1/4 cup (60g) vegetarian granulated sugar

2 Tbsp water

Ceylon cinnamon, or "true" cinnamon, is often used in Latin American countries; varieties of cassia cinnamon, which is harsher in flavor, are more common in the U.S. You can find Ceylon cinnamon at a speciality spice or international foods store; it should have thin, flaky, densely overlapping bark, rather than thick swirls.

Bay rum leaves are a common ingredient in cuisine throughout the Carribbean; rather than the sharp citrus-and-pine aroma of a California bay leaf, they have notes of sweet spices and vanilla. If you don't have any, substitute a pinch of allspice, nutmeg, or clove.

The link to a sazón recipe is for a Puerto Rican version, but a typical Cuban version of the spice blend consists of the same ingredients—just reduce the amount of achiote by about half.

Raisins and/or olives are typically included in bakery-style pastellitos, but they may be omitted if you dislike them.

INSTRUCTIONS:

For the filling:

1. Cut the potato into a small dice. Soak it in a bowl of cool water to prevent browning and remove excess starch while you prepare the rest of the filling.

2. Prepare the TVP. Hydrate TVP for about 10 minutes in 1/4 cup + 2 Tbsp 'beef' stock, plus a pinch of sazón.

3. Heat 3 Tbsp olive oil in a large pan on medium-high. Add TVP and spread it out in a single layer. Allow it to brown without agitating for a few minutes before stirring it, scraping the bottom of the pan. Repeat this process a few times, adding more oil as necessary, until the TVP is deeply golden brown on all sides. Remove TVP from the pan.

4. Make the sofrito. In the same pan, heat another Tbsp of olive oil on medium-high. Add the bay leaf and cumin seeds and fry until cumin is fragrant.

5. Add the minced onion and sauté for 3-5 minutes until translucent. Add garlic and cook for 30 seconds until fragrant and no longer raw-smelling.

6. Reduce heat to medium. Add ground spices (sazón, cinnamon, and black pepper) and mix to combine; sauté for another 30 seconds.

7. Add bell peppers and allow to cook for several minutes until tender. Add tomatoes (I like to push everything else to the side and add the tomatoes to the center of the pan to allow them to come into direct contact with the cooking oil) and tomato paste and cook, stirring occasionally, until the mixture is mostly dry.

8. Finish the filling. Add browned TVP, fresh oregano, raisins, and olives. Add the remaining beef stock to deglaze the pan and continue cooking until the filling mixture is again mostly dry. Remove from heat.

9. Remove potatoes from water and pat dry. Heat 1 Tbsp olive oil in a medium skillet and fry potatoes in a single layer, agitating every few minutes, until golden brown. Mix with the rest of the filling.

To assemble:

1. Divide puff pastry into two, leaving the half you’re not working with in the fridge. Roll out into a rectangle about 1/8” thick and cut into as many circles as you can with a 2” cookie cutter or the rim of a glass, placing each circle on a parchment-lined plate. Place the plate in the fridge and repeat with the other half of puff pastry.

Remaining odds and ends of puff pastry may be baked as they are and eaten brushed with sugar syrup or topped with jam, spreadable cheese or fruit; they may also be gathered, rolled out again, and used as rough pastry.

2. Place a heaping spoonful of filling on top of a circle of pastry, and top it with another pastry circle. Press down firmly around the edges to seal. Repeat with the rest of the pastry circles.

3. Brush the top of each pastelito with melted margarine to aid in browning. With a sharp knife, make a small slit in the top of each pastelito to vent.

4. Return the shaped pastelitos to the fridge or freezer and preheat your oven to 400 °F (205 °C). While the oven preheats, prepare a 2:1 simple syrup by combining 1/4 cup sugar with 2 Tbsp water in a small saucepan and heating on medium, stirring often, until the sugar dissolves.

5. Bake pastelitos for 15-20 on the highest rack of the oven until deeply golden brown on the top and around the edges.

6. Using a pastry brush, brush pastelitos with simple syrup. Serve warm.

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gaycookiesnstuff · 9 months ago

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Part of the appeal of raisinpastry is just the idea of like

We all know pastry is part of a cult that's nothing shocking, it's implied she's been part of the order for at least a few years, she's been stripped of her past, her old name, whatever life she lived before. She's been stripped of free will, control, she can't speak the truth of the tower lest she might be killed. She full on is denied most of her freedom, there is no freedom. She ultimately has no one in the order, reverend mother is a manipulate cunt and shadow sister is aggressive, Pastry doesn't have anywhere to go...

And then there's black raisin, who while being tied to her past and name, also had a lack of control over her situation. She was free but she and her village were also living in essentially poverty. Despite the harshness of their situation, black raisin and the others in their small little village are still close, they have a strong familial bond and her dialog shows that trust is an important thing for her.

So there's this air of appeal to them interacting, black raisin being able to help her feel free, detached from the very cult she was living in do long. Form her own thoughts, opinion, bonds and other, maybe pastry uses the name she had before she joined the order, maybe she picks a new one or maybe she doesn't change it at all. With what little we know of pastry we know she's often very tired and does have a moral compass, she can feel conflicted about situations [like the tower or her bond story, which admittedly was funny as fuck]

Black raisin teaching her just...the little things really is smtn that gets me, even if they're things she probably knows the basics of like cooking, I think raisin would try anyway as things like that feel like a thing that means a lot to her. In my fanfic I wrote about crepe feeling frustrated with pastry cuz she just appeared suddenly and is with raisin a lot [ykno, how a kid would feel if their mom was talking w someone?] And crepe then trying to almost prove themself to pastry and ultimately accepting her.

Am I rambling? Yeah probably

But man, this ship has such a warm place in my heart and I think more ppl need to....DO stuff for it

#raisinpastry #black raisin crk #cookie run black raisin #crk black raisin #crk pastry #cookie run pastry #pastry cookie run #pastry cookie #pastry cookie x black raisin cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run headcanons #cookie run headcanon #cookie run kingdom headcanons #cookie run ships #cookie run shipping

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hereticpriest · 5 months ago

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Ganache

Relationship: Tony Balerdi x Original Trans Male Character

Warnings: Discrimination, Liberal Adam Bashing, Transphobia, Physical Violence, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Pegging, Rimjobs, Male Terms Used for AFAB Genitalia.

A gentle breeze rolls through the open door, ruffling the multi-coloured tablecloths and bringing with it the scent of flowers from the florist across the street. The smell of baking bread and rich pastries wafts out in return, drawing the gaze of a busker only a few storefronts away. His gentle strumming is the soundtrack of this warm summer day on a walking-only side street in London's Marylebone neighbourhood. The four tables in the patisserie are occupied, and the deceptively young-looking cashier is making quick work of the small but steady line with practiced skill. He couldn't be more than twenty, but his smile is experienced, and his customer service unparalleled. He's a handsome young man with extraordinarily dark skin and hazel eyes, and a charming way about him that seems to disarm his customers effortlessly.

Two young women can often be seen coming through the small door from the back of the patisserie, bringing out trays loaded with delicious new treats, or helping the young cashier with coffee orders. One is a little older, her skin a deep olive, and her raven hair pulled into a thick braid that reaches her mid back. The other is likely fresh out of culinary school, skin pale as milk and hair a fiery red. The young girl greets a couple of customers in the line jovially, a brilliant smile on her face exposing a gap in the front of her teeth and a twinkle in her eye. Despite her thick Irish accent, the customers appear to be able to understand her, and an older woman with white hair steps briefly out of the line to give the girl a hug.

The olive-skinned girl startles as a bold voice calls "Sano!" from the back while she carefully replaces a tray of multi-coloured macarons, but she only rolls her eyes fondly as she finishes her task, then turns to face the open door with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, boss?"

"Don't call me that. Are we okay on pain aux raisins?"

"We're okay. Focus on those cinnamon buns. You know Mrs. Bray will have a hissy fit if you don't have them done when she comes in." Sano replies, doing a quick count of a couple of pastries before slipping through the door into the back. The Irish girl nudges the cashier playfully as she passes him, nearly making him drop the handful of coins he's counting, and he rolls his eyes.

"Mature, Saoirse." He calls after her. The customer he's checking out grins as if this is a common sight, taking her change and her little bag of goodies, then nodding at the young man.

"Have a lovely day, Ollie." She says as she tucks her wallet into her purse and heads out the door. Ollie helps a couple more customers, until there’s a lull in the patisserie, and he’s able to duck his head into the back. A man in his early thirties with sunkissed skin and white-blond hair stands over a tray of cinnamon buns, glazing them generously at just the right temperature for the icing to melt into the twists of the buns. Long, dark eyelashes flutter against his well-defined cheekbones as he finishes with a flourish, the muscles in his arms rippling as he lifts the heavy tray onto the cooling racks. As he faces Ollie, his light green eyes are focused on the cannolis he begins filling, quick with the confidence of years of experience.

“Boss, I’m gonna run on my break. Want me to deliver Mr. Nanjiani’s lunch for him on the way back?”

The man sighs as if he’s forgotten the time as he pops the tray of cannolis onto the rack as well, wiping his hands down on his apron before he pulls it over his head and hangs it. He’s of average height for a man, maybe 5’9 or 5’10, but more athletic and muscular than most his age. Under his apron, he wears a simple grey t-shirt and black jeans that highlight his thinner waist and generous ass.

“Go ahead. Drop Mrs. Webber at the corner a pasty or two for some berries, yeah?” He requests, and Ollie laughs but agrees, heading off to grab his things and run. The man offers Sano and Saoirse a warm smile, then gestures to the oven.

“Don’t burn anything while I’m shmoozing and winning hearts.” He teases, and Saoirse snorts.

“Says him who hasn’t had a date since I started here. Go on then, Charlie boy, show us how it’s done.”

Charlie laughs, tossing a rag at the ginger girl as he slips through the swinging doors and checks his face in the shiny metal of the coffee machine for any flour.

“You’re all clear.” A deep, American voice calls, and Charlie turns with a friendly smile to face his first customer. He freezes in place, the slightest widening of his eye giving away his panic, but he clears his throat and quickly regains his composure.

“Y’alright?” He greets the American, who nods, already peering at the pastries on offer and evidently not noticing Charlie’s momentary panic.

“Can I get one of each flavour of macaron, a pain aux chocolat, one of those buttery buns you’ve got there, and… I smell cinnamon buns?” The man asks with a cheeky smile.

“They’re hot. Fresh out, if ya like?” Charlie offers, and the American nods eagerly. Charlie fetches his purchases, boxing them up for easier transport and sliding it across the counter after the man pays.

“Nice place you’ve got here. I’m Adam, chef over at the Langham.” The man holds out his hand, and Charlie barely hesitates before he shakes it.

“Charlie. See ya ‘round.”

It is only when Adam is well out of view that Charlie grips the counter and bends forwards until his head is nearly level with his waist.

“Shit. Shit, shit shit.”

“He didn’t recognise me, Monty. Just shows up out of the blue, buys a box of pastries and fucks off. Looks well - must be off the dope for once in his bloody life. Fucking cunt.” Charlie vents as he pulls his shirt over his head, sitting his ass down on the edge of the table behind him.

“He’s been off that shit for a while, far as I can tell. I told you he was back in town, Charlie. It’s been ages. You knew you might run into him. I know you tried to put that whole place behind you, but it wasn’t all bad. What Adam did was fucked, but you had friends. Still got me out of it, after all. And you always got on with Michel and Tony too.” Montgomery Reece insists as he flicks the needle in his hands and approaches. Charlie looks away with a wince while Monty grabs a handful of his stomach.

“I could do this myself, Mont.”

“I know you can. I also know you fuckin’ hate jabs, and if I’m ‘round for your weekly dose, I might as well help you out with it.” The dark, curly-haired man retorts with a shrug, giving Charlie no warning before he sinks the needle into his skin. The blond cringes, looking determinedly away from the injection site and instead studying the walls of Monty’s restaurant.

“I’ve gotten better.” Charlie protests, and Monty snorts.

“Better than screaming and running? Yeah. I don’t know why you don’t go for the patch, or gel, since you’re such a chickenshit.”

“They irritate my skin, and they’re better for low T guys.” Charlie retorts, “jabs are my best bet.”

“Fuck. Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks, Monty.” The blond murmurs as the needle pulls free of his skin, and the dark-haired man caps it so that Charlie can dispose of it properly afterwards.

“Gotta rely on others, at least sometimes, Charlie. Speaking of, look, I know a guy. He’d be great for you, y’know? Lemme set you guys up. I know you’d get on.” Monty offers, and Charlie once again cringes.

“You’re trying to set me up on a date? Monty, babe, it’s… it’s too complicated.” He insists, “between the patisserie and working on myself, I haven’t any time for anyone else, anyways.”

Monty rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh, giving Charlie a gentle shove while the blond pulls his shirt back over his head, covering up hard-earned muscle and golden skin marred only by two thin scars. The definition in Charlie’s pecs doesn’t completely hide his top surgery scars, but he’s no longer ashamed of them, and hasn’t ever really been ashamed in Montgomery’s presence. They’ve healed well, especially now, years after the surgery.

“You can’t use not having any time as an excuse for the rest of your life, Charlie. You have plenty of time, and you can take some of it to go on a date with a hot guy that I can guarantee you’re going to like. C’mon, it’s a Monty guarantee.” The three-star Michelin chef insists, and Charlie groans, “C’mon. Come oooooon, you know you want to say yes.”

“Monty.”

“Charlie.” Monty winks, and the blond groans again, louder, longer, then throws his hands up.

“Fine! God, you’re such a pain in the ass.” Charlie insists, getting up and grabbing his messenger bag, “give him my phone number, and I’ll answer when he reaches out.”

“Good enough for me! See you later, Charles.”

A middle finger answers him, and Monty’s laughter chases Charlie from the restaurant.

“So, the restaurant is thriving. Your front of house staff is stellar, and you’ve got Kaitlin trained up to take over for you when you can’t be there. Adam’s finally starting to get his shit together after Helene dropped his ass. You finally got over that asshole.” Monty muses, and Tony swirls his glass of wine, then takes a sip. They’re both nearly done with their food, having a late lunch together on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, and the conversation has been pleasant up until this point. That could never last with Montgomery Reese, however. The man was nosy to a fault.

“Get to your point, Monty.” Tony requests with a sigh, and the chef laughs, taking a bite of his food. They both enjoy the silence as he chews and swallows, but Tony knows that Monty is simply taking the time to gear himself up to make his point.

“You haven’t been on a date in ages. You’re obviously lonely, and you have nearly no social life outside of your job.” Monty begins, and Tony sighs, swirling his wine and then finishing the glass, “I know a guy that I know you’d like. Someone who isn’t going to be pushy, who would treat you like you deserve to be treated, and who would treasure you. Which you deserve - don’t give me that look, you little shit. You do. You deserve to be treated right, Tony, and you want it.”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, his jaw tight, but he’s not upset. Reluctant, perhaps.

“Monty, I don’t have t-”

“Don’t you tell me you don’t have time, Tony. Don’t lie to me, man. Listen, I know you’d really like this guy. He’s a good guy, and he would worship you, Tony.” Monty insists, and Tony purses his lips, then nods slowly.

“I trust you, so I will… I’ll try.”

Monty beams, scribbling numbers out onto a napkin, which he tucks into Tony’s jacket pocket, “Call him tonight. You don’t have to go wild on this date, alright? He’s a chill guy. He isn’t expecting anything fancy.”

Tony gaps at the other man with wide eyes, pulling the napkin from his pocket.

“You want me to ask him?”

“He’s expecting it, don’t worry. Just shoot him a text. Be casual about it.” Monty insists, then looks Tony over briefly, “not that you do anything casually. Look, he knows you’re going to reach out. He’s down to go out with you. He isn’t going to say no, and if you don’t like him, you can tell me to go fuck myself and I’ll never try to set you up again.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it, Monty.”

Hi, this is Monty’s friend. Are you available on Friday for dinner?

Charlie stares at the text for a moment, then leans his head back to breathe. Friday. Two days. Two days to panic in the lead up. It could be worse. He washes his hands, drying them on a dish towel, then picks up his phone to respond.

Hey! Sure. What time?

Is seven okay?

Yeah. Do you have somewhere in mind?

There’s a small, family restaurant called Harlowe’s. It’s quiet, and the food is very good.

I’ve passed it a couple times. Always meant to go. I’ll see you there, Friday at seven.

See you then.

Two days.

Two fucking days.

Charlie arrives at Harlowe’s at 18:44 on Friday evening, just over quarter to seven, his hands smoothing down over his dark grey shirt, ensuring it's tucked properly into his trousers to distract the eye from the width of his hips. His belt is purposefully thin, the cut of his black trousers chosen specifically to help even out his waist to hip ratio, while his shirt hugs his thick biceps, broadened chest, and strong shoulders. He looks good, and he knows it, because he sent a fit check to Monty for reassurance and received thirsty emojis in response. He checks his watch, a chunky silver thing Monty bought him for his birthday because ‘Every man needs a watch, Charlie.’

Pushing his hair back, Charlie steps into the pub, oxfords clicking on the wood floor as he strides towards the bar while examining the diners. A man with warm brown hair melting into caramel sits at one of the tables, the sleeves of his light blue shirt rolled up to his elbows to expose his forearms, and his fingers drumming against his glass of water. He catches Charlie’s eye because he’s unmistakably stunning even from a brief look, the veins in his forearms bulging slightly, and he has the balance between muscular and soft that is just so masculine and delicious that Charlie can’t help but lick his lips. Something about him seems oddly familiar, though, and Charlie tilts his head to try and get a better look at him, his eyes widening when the man finally looks up from his glass. Honey brown meets leaf green. Recognition sparks.

“Tony?”

“Ah… I assume you no longer use your old name?”

“Charlie, now, actually. Not so very different from Charlotte.” The blond replies, approaching his old friend with a warm smile on his face. Tony stands from the table, and Charlie can’t help but bite his cheek at the obvious indecision on his face before he reaches out to shake Charlie’s hand. When they worked at Jean-Luc’s together so very long ago, Tony used to greet him with a kiss to his cheeks, his left hand tucked into the curve of his waist. Fondness fizzles like poprocks in Charlie’s gut, and he smiles, squeezing Tony’s hand and using it to pull him in and kiss his cheeks.

“It’s so good to see you, Charlie. After you left, I had wondered…” Tony trails off, and Charlie nods, gesturing for Tony to sit, then sitting across from him. He’s figured out Monty’s game, and he’s impressed with his friend’s sneakiness. Dastardly. Charlie had always held a fondness for Tony. Not a crush, really, especially since Tony was very much in love with Adam Jones who just so happened to be the bane of Charlie’s existence. But Tony was kind, handsome, gentle, and charming. It was hard not to like him.

“I couldn’t be in Paris any longer, Tony. Especially not with that jackass. I moved to Versailles, trained with a maître pâtissier, then worked until I had enough to my name to afford a loan. Moved to London, opened my own patisserie. I ran into Monty a few years ago, and helped him train his staff.” Charlie explains, tracing the grain of the wood tabletop while Tony leans in towards him. Green eyes flick up to look at Tony through dark lashes, examining his expression and body language. Open, warm, and interested. Nothing dangerous, no signs of disgust, and no signs that Tony is anything but pleased to be here.

“You opened your own patisserie? That’s fantastic! Where is it?”

“Fairly close to your hotel, actually, pet.” Charlie replies, reciprocating and leaning a little closer, “on Wisteria Avenue. D’you still drool over piononos? I make them every Sunday.”

Pink rises in Tony’s cheeks as Charlie slips in a common enough but delicious little nickname, but his embarrassed delight is quickly forgotten at the mention of one of his favourite desserts.

“You don’t.”

“I do. Flores de hojaldre every Tuesday. Churros on game days! Footie brings in a lot of business. We rotate our menu since we can’t make everything daily, and we have a lot of customers who come every day, so they like to have variety. We like to bake many different things, and try new ones. Some of our customers have even suggested pastries and breads to try from other countries.”

Tony groans happily, lips turning up into a smile that makes Charlie grin in response.

“I suppose I will need to visit on Sunday.” Tony muses, and Charlie beams at the prospect, making to respond until a waiter interrupts them. After a brief debate, they order several appetizers to share together, and Charlie lets Tony pick drinks for them both. Once the waiter leaves, the two men fall back into an easy conversation about food, Tony’s restaurant, Charlie’s patisserie, and their shared love of the arts.

They discuss the museums and galleries they each would like to go to, the florist across the street from Charlie’s, their shared desire to visit Bournemouth Beach in Dorset during this exceptionally warm summer, and a couple of fantastic jazz bars that they want to visit. Their small plates come mid-discussion about the beach, and Tony clinks his glass against Charlie’s before he takes a sip.

They share easily, play fighting over the last seemingly perfectly made mozzarella stick, feeding each other caprese sticks, goading each other into eating the pub’s famous ‘devil hot’ jalapeño poppers, and then guzzling milk together while they try not to laugh or cry. Tony certainly handles the heat better than Charlie, but they tamp down the remaining burn with fresh spring rolls.

Four drinks, too much food, and nearly three hours of delightful conversation lead the men to circle around to their beginning.

“I’m… surprised Monty didn’t mention us to each other more.” Charlie admits, and Tony agrees, though he quirks his lips a moment later.

“I have been… occupied. He may have…” Tony considers his words, then suddenly starts to smile as the answer dawns upon him, “He may have waited for the opportune moment.”

Charlie grins, reaching across the table to sweep his thumb across Tony’s knuckles before retreating. He doesn’t want to come off overbearing, or like he’s trying too hard to show his interest. It wouldn't be the first time he was told he was ‘too much’. Tony splays his hands across the table to close some of the distance between them, and Charlie smiles.

“Come to my patisserie with me tonight. I’ll make you piononos.” Charlie offers a little more passionately as he notices the time, “I don't want tonight to be over.”

Tony’s cheeks flush pink, and he clears his throat, then nods, “Me neither. Is it far from here? I walked.”

Charlie positively beams.

“I brought my bike, and I have a spare helmet. You can ride with me. It isn’t far.”

“So, you got the motorcycle you always wanted?” Tony muses, and the blond nods, fishing in his pocket until he finds his keys.

“Last year. I had to wait until the shop was profitable enough, but I’ve been really lucky.” Charlie stands, finishing the last of his drink, then practically dashing towards the bar while Tony flusters and tries to chase after him.

“Charlie!”

“I’ve got it, pet, relax.” Charlie insists, handing the cashier his card before Tony can even get his wallet out of his trousers.

“I asked you, I’m meant to pay.” Tony complains, and Charlie shrugs.

“You’ll get us next time.” He retorts, enjoying the way Tony flushes at the blatant implication of a second date. A smile tugs at the Spaniard’s lips, and Charlie winks, grinning cheekily as he drops a significant tip in their tip jar, then pats Tony on the back, “C’mon luv, let’s see if my spare fits you.”

Tony’s stomach is full of champagne bubbles and warmth as he follows Charlie out to a rather nice looking bike parked out front, a faint smile on his lips at even this small show of care and affection from his date. He knows that he hasn’t been treated right in the past - not just by Adam, who never returned his affections in the first place, but by the few partners he’s had as well. He knows that his expectations are probably low, and that he should expect Charlie to treat him this well, but it still feels significant. Special.

Warm hands straighten his head, and Tony leans into it a little before getting the gentlest correction back to looking straight as Charlie puts the helmet on him. It fits well enough, and Charlie’s eyes get a lovely little sparkle when he looks at him wearing it, so Tony decides he’s happy enough to get onto the bike behind the blond. Charlie is broad. When Tony last saw him, he was still presenting mostly female, if more androgynous. He was tall for a person born female, but he had been far more slight. Now, Charlie was as broad as Tony himself, and far more muscular. Tony remembers that Adam used to comment on how gorgeous he was before Charlie cut his hair short and started dressing more masculine. Tony remembers agreeing. Charlie’s angular features had been striking as a woman, and now suited him quite well as a man.

Tony remembers the ruckus that brought him stumbling through the kitchen doors to find Charlie bleeding from the mouth as he was ripped off of the limp body of Adam Jones. He remembers with a certain guilty sadness that he’d checked on Adam first, barely even looked at Charlie despite the tears in his eyes and the bruise forming around his jaw. He remembers Monty wiping the blood from Charlie’s lip while Adam shoved Tony and Michel away. He remembers Adam demanding that Charlie be arrested, until Michel reminded him that he was high off his face, and he’d likely get himself arrested too. Jean-Luc escorted Charlie out himself, though he remembers the blond wavering in the older man’s grip, looking back at the kitchen with something hateful in his eyes.

Tony hadn’t understood then what had happened. Adam ranted and raved about Charlie being a ‘psychotic, ungrateful bitch’ and other hateful things that he wouldn’t ever repeat, but Adam had never admitted what started their fight. He later learned the truth from Monty, long after he’d decided that it seemed like Charlie might have been the aggressor in that situation. He’d won the fight, after all, and Adam was high or drunk or both. Who would hit someone in that state?

The truth, it seemed, was that Adam had come into the kitchen looking for a fight. Charlie was baking, quietly doing his job like he normally did, but had recently cut his long hair extremely short. Adam had long been making attempts on Charlie, from the moment he stepped into Jean-Luc’s kitchen. Continuously rebuffed, and now feeling further slighted by Charlie’s masculinization, he’d begun making snide comments about Charlie ‘hiding herself’ under men’s clothing. The hair appeared to be the last straw. Adam had come up behind Charlie, pinning him in against the counter with his arms while leaning into his ear.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing to yourself, Charlotte, but I can fix you if you let me. Fuck the faggot right out of you, make you nice and pretty again.” He’d said, and Charlie had let the words sink in before reeling back and slamming the back of his head directly into Adam’s nose. Monty explained that Adam had slammed Charlie’s face down into the table below him, cracking his lip and jaw on the rolling pin he’d been using. Luckily, the blond hadn’t lost any teeth, though he had a scar on his lip to remember it by.

Charlie had kicked out Adam’s knee to get him to back off a bit, then swung around and punched him in the gut. Adam dragged Charlie down with him when he tripped, and Charlie slammed the larger man back against the tile while kneeing him in the balls, tears in his eyes as he dodged a flailing fist and decked Adam in the jaw. Adam had managed to backhand Charlie, but it hadn’t been enough to get him off, and the blond slammed him back down on the tile again before he was pulled off of the dazed and inebriated chef.

Tony remembers how he felt when he heard the truth of what happened, but Adam had run away to New Orleans shortly after, and then the worry became what had happened to the American. He remembers the intense guilt he’d felt as he justified it all in his head when Adam walked back into his life after three long years of not knowing what had happened to the man. He was sober now, and he’d proven himself to be a different person in so many respects, while still terrible in so many others.

Tony had still loved him, at the time, and he had used that love to justify forgiving Adam for something that was unforgivable.

“Holding me pretty tight, pet, y’alright?” Charlie asks loudly, jerking Tony out of his thoughts. He finds himself curled around Charlie’s back, helmet pressed between the blond’s shoulders, squeezing the living daylights out of the poor man.

“Lo siento!” Tony exclaims, and Charlie laughs, shrugging against him.

“S’alright, I don’t mind having you nice and close to me, Tone.”

Sparks erupt in Tony’s belly, and he gives Charlie a gentler squeeze, trying not to smile. It feels like emotional whiplash to go from guilty and sad to flirty and happy so quickly. Charlie pulls up at a bike bay near Wisteria, clipping his helmet onto it, then putting Tony’s into the compartment on the back. The blond slips an arm around Tony’s waist confidently, but not aggressively, more of a reassurance than anything else as he leads him across the rough cobblestone towards the front of the loveliest patisserie he’s ever seen. Definitely no bias there.

“This is it.” Charlie announces, unlocking the door and silencing the alarm, then locking the door again once Tony’s inside. He flicks on the lights to reveal a warm interior with muted, Naples yellow walls, and vibrantly colourful tablecloths on each walnut table. The chairs are comfortable, but not too comfortable. It’s an inviting patisserie, with clean empty display cases and a menu written by hand. Charlie sighs as he looks over his baby, giving Tony’s arm a gentle squeeze before leading him further in through the swinging doors. The back of house is spotless, and Tony wonders at the organisation, impressed that Charlie is able to manage so much with so little. He knows that Charlie only has three employees, and he knows how much work all of this must be.

“Alright, get comfy, pet.” Charlie winks as he puts on his apron, tying it behind his back, then heading into storage to grab what he needs. Tony certainly does not spend a little too long staring at Charlie’s flexing arms as the blond carries a bag over his shoulder effortlessly, and he definitely does not dip his thumb in flour and swipe it across Charlie’s cheek. Thankfully, they don’t make too much of a mess in the ensuing playfight, but Tony does find himself bent backwards over the counter for a moment before Charlie grins cheekily and backs off.

“Alright, enough love, or you’re never going to get your dessert.”

Watching Charlie bake is captivating. He’s always enjoyed watching chefs, but baking is a more delicate art. Precise. While the sponge bakes, Charlie makes the pastry yolk skillfully, never once looking at a recipe. Each step is executed masterfully, and seemingly from memory. Tony helps a little with the syrup just to say he did something other than stare at Charlie with awe and a little bit of hunger in his eyes. That hunger only worsens when Charlie spoons out some of the syrup to let it cool down and Tony accidentally gets syrup on his fingers while trying to pick up the spoon for a taste. Charlie snatches his hand before he can wipe it off, and the blond stares up at him as if checking to make sure Tony’s okay before swirling his tongue around his fingers. A sigh leaves Tony’s lips, eyes half-lidded and breaths short as Charlie closes his lips around the other man’s fingers and sucks the syrup off. Once he’s decided that the Spaniard is clean enough, he releases Tony’s fingers with a hum, licking his lips like he didn’t do anything naughty at all. He washes his hands, a sly grin on his face as he gets back to work, and Tony tries to get control of himself. Something about that had tickled him far more than he’d ever thought it would.

Charlie rolls the sponge, syrup and yolk into an almost cinnamon roll shape once it’s cooled, then crowns each roll with pastry yolk and grills it to finish. He doesn’t let Tony have one right away, popping the tray onto the cooling rack and cleaning up instead. Once they’re suitably cool, Charlie plates one, then slides it across the counter to Tony with a fork.

“Prepare to shower me with compliments, pet.” He says with a smile, getting a box from the little order packing station and packing up the piononos into a box for him. Out of the corner of his eyes, Charlie watches as Tony takes a bite, his eyes rolling back in his head, and a low moan rolling from his throat.

“Charlie…” Tony looks up at Charlie, a look of anguished pleasure on his face, “This is… perfect. Just the right fluffiness, perfectly balanced. Not too sweet that it becomes cloying.”

The blond listens with a smile, watching Tony’s face to admire the way he lights up. He’s so handsome. Caramel in his chocolate hair, honey-brown eyes, the tiniest little waist, and moon-pale skin covered in the prettiest freckles and moles. Charlie can’t believe that Tony fucking Balerdi agreed to go on a date with him and was still sticking around.

“I know, pet, I know. And now you’ve got a whole box of ‘em,” Charlie says as he wraps a bow around the box, then pushes it into Tony’s hands, getting a little more serious, “have you had a good time tonight?”

Tony’s cheeks burn, but he smiles shyly and nods, “Yeah, Charlie, I have. Have you had a good time tonight?”

“I have, guapo. So, are you gonna let me take you out again?” While it’s said with a good amount of charm, Tony can see the hesitance in Charlie’s eyes, as if he fears a negative reaction. It tugs at his heartstrings, and he feels a certain kinship with the other man.

“I suppose you will have to ask.” Tony replies with a cheeky and relatively obvious smile, his cheeks flushed. Charlie hums, reaching up to brush his thumb across Tony’s cheek as if he’s wiping away a spot of something.

“How soon is too soon to ask for a second date?” Charlie asks, and Tony’s flush deepens, pupils dilating a little, “I know it’s Saturday, so I know it’s a busy night, but there’s a movie night in the local park tomorrow and they’re playing an artsy film I’ve heard good things about.”

“You can pick me up at the hotel, and I will bring something for us to eat.” Tony replies matter-of-factly, “You will bring dessert, and a blanket to sit on. Yes?”

Charlie’s grin could light up the sun, and he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous but pleased laugh, “Yeah, pet, I’ll bring it all. Let me give you a ride home, yeah? Walk you to your door all gentlemanly like.”

And he does. After a short ride back to his place in which he swears Tony holds him a little closer than before, Charlie leads his date to the door of his condo building and boldly puts a hand on his waist the way Tony always did to him back in the day. Tony’s breath hitches as Charlie leans in, looking just a little bit disappointed as he presses a gentle kiss to Tony’s cheek. As Charlie leans in for the other cheek, Tony closes his eyes briefly, and he twists his head as Charlie pulls away so that their lips ghost across each other. It’s soft, intimate, and so fast it’s like it never even happened. Charlie closes the distance between them, unwilling to let that ghost of a kiss be all they had tonight. Not after how easily things flowed all night, how well they got on, and how right it felt to be with Tony. It’s a gentle thing, just a soft moving of Charlie’s lips against Tony’s that only lasts a couple of seconds before he’s pulling back again.

“Have a good night, caramelo.”

“Goodnight, cariño.”

Tony spends the better half of his Saturday arranging for Kaitlin to be able to cover the front of house for the evening, and dodging calls from Monty, who seems to have forgotten how to text in his excitement to hear about how last night went. Charlie sent a ‘Good morning caramelo’ text at 5 am, which Tony did not receive until the much more reasonable hour of half past seven. He did, however, receive a knock at his door at eight am and a giggly ginger girl dropping off a brown paper bag for him ‘courtesy of the boss’. Which was, of course, concerning until he opened it and found breakfast inside with a note from Charlie.

I know you forget to eat, and I doubt that has changed. Coffee is not food, caramelo. See you tonight. x Charlie

It’s sweet. Thoughtful in a way Tony hadn’t expected, but perhaps should have, since he knew Charlie to be kind even way back when Tony had his head up Adam’s ass. The croissant breakfast sandwiches, fondue babka and fresh fruit tarts inside are a welcome gift, and Tony starts his day with a smile on his face despite the bullshit he finds himself getting into when he gets to work. It doesn’t help that Monty remembers the existence of text messages right in time to send Charlie’s social media profiles over, and Tony opens his instagram to find another delicious treat awaiting him.

The photo is taken in a mirror in a decently sized but cluttered bathroom, the phone visibly propped up on the shelves behind Charlie. The man himself stands in front of the mirror in only a towel, one hand sweeping his hair back out of his face while the other holds the knot of the towel to keep it from slipping. It’s low enough on the man’s hips that it just might. His top surgery scars aren’t too big, and are mostly hidden in the line of Charlie’s pecs, which are undeniably well-sculpted. He doesn’t have a six pack, but his musculature is obvious in both his stomach and his arms, and he’s angled himself to show off both. Tony is delighted to find that Charlie’s been able to grow a rather delicious treasure trail, though the hair on his chest is minimal. Charlie stares into the mirror in the photo, his shaving kit set out across the counter before him, clearly freshly shaven. A straight razor, Tony notes.

The caption is simple: ‘Pampering myself this morning in prep for a date tonight with one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met. Wish me luck that I don’t fuck it up - he’s way too good for me.’ with several hashtags that Tony ignores because he’s far too focused on the message itself. His cheeks are pink, and he rubs his mouth to try and hide his obvious embarrassed delight. Kaitlin simply raises her eyebrows at him from the hostess desk, a knowing look in her eyes that unnerves him.

Feel free to scroll. Charlie’s a bit of a thirst-trapper, but his insta is a great way to wake up in the morning. ;) ;) ;)

Tony is going to have to strangle Monty next time he sees him. It simply must be done.

At a quarter past eight in the evening, Charlie pulls up outside of the Langham on his bike, kicking down the stand and pulling off his helmet to clip it onto the bike. He sends Tony a quick text to let him know that he’s here, then heads inside the restaurant, tucking his hands into the pockets of his tight black trousers. A redheaded woman, Kaitlin if he wasn’t mistaken, looks up at him with a smile which quickly fades as her eyes trail over Charlie. Her lips part as she takes in the expanse of golden skin exposed by the half-unbuttoned, nearly see-through white shirt he’s wearing tucked into his trousers. She regains her smile, though not her customer service smile, as Charlie approaches.

“Good evening, welcome to the Langham. Do you have a reservation sir?”

“Y’alright, doll? I’m here for Tony. Mind letting him know?” Charlie requests, and Kaitlin smiles warmly. Knowingly.

“Of course.”

Tony appears only a few minutes later, a box in his arms and a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. He pauses a few steps away, his gaze trailing over Charlie from head to toe before he continues to make his way towards him. Similarly, Charlie stares at Tony as he approaches in his perfectly tailored grey suit, though he recovers a little quicker than Tony, leaning in to kiss the Spaniard’s cheeks in greeting as he slips an arm around his waist.

“Dios mio, caramelo, are you trying to stop my heart?” Charlie asks dramatically, and Kaitlin giggles as they pass her. He throws a wink her way, squeezing Tony’s waist, who smiles sheepishly with warm, pink cheeks.

“You’re laying it on thick, guapo.” Tony teases playfully, “coming into my restaurant with your shirt open to your navel.”

“Did you like that?” Charlie asks, taking the box and bottle from Tony, popping them into the storage in his bike, “If you wanna take your jacket off, I’ve got space.”

The maitre d’ takes off his jacket, followed by his tie, and finally his belt. He unbuttons his shirt a few buttons, then unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up. Charlie watches him get comfortable, leaning against his bike with a smile on his face, before he finally straightens up and approaches. Warm hands close around Tony’s waist, though one travels up to cup his face as Charlie leans in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s a soft thing, but more than their previous kiss, and Tony hums into it when Charlie nips his lip before pulling away.

“You taste sweet, pet. Mmm, okay, c’mon, I don’t want to be late. I wanna get a good spot so we can get comfortable. I brought blankets.” Charlie hands Tony his helmet, then closes the storage and climbs onto the bike, putting his own helmet on. Tony climbs on behind him after pulling on his helmet, and Charlie sighs happily as strong arms wrap around his waist.

The drive to the park isn’t very long, and Charlie pulls a backpack out of the storage compartment, handing the wine over to Tony along with a bag from his patisserie. The box containing their food, he carries himself, using it to indicate a couple of good spots to set up. Tony ends up picking a spot that’s further back, under a tree, and together the two men spread out the thicker blanket that Charlie brought as a base layer. Tony sets their food down with the bottle of wine beside it, full of endearment to find that Charlie has brought them both pillows. Clearly, Charlie thought ahead, for he’s brought the blankets and pillows in vacuum-sealed bags, with a small battery-powered pump to suck the air back out when they have to leave.

Tony laughs as Charlie smacks him gently with one of the pillows, then tosses the extra blanket down and sits beside him. Tony ordered them quite a bit of food to share, getting Helene to cook off-menu by promising to babysit Lily sometime for her, and he opens the box to set it out for them both. Tony tells Charlie about his day while they eat, pausing only when Charlie breaks off a piece of his own meal to feed him, and from the softness in his eyes he’s certainly enjoying it. While Charlie talks briefly about his day, which largely went as normal since he works early mornings most days. Tony follows his lead and interrupts him to feed him, a little more hesitant than Charlie, though he licks his lips when Charlie pauses to suck a drop of sauce off of his finger.

The movie starts as they’re finishing their very, very late dinner, and Charlie opens the bag he brought to reveal a sugar pastries meant to be dipped, along with a couple of containers of icing, whip cream, chocolate, caramel, and a berry syrup. This late at night, even with the light from the projector screen, it’s quite dark. Charlie uses the cover of darkness to swipe caramel across Tony’s lower lip, then kiss it off, cupping the Spaniard’s cheek gently as he gasps. He pulls away just enough to whisper, “Is this okay, caramelo?”

Tony sighs happily, eyes half-lidded as he kisses Charlie again, “Es bueno, cariño.”

It's a slow build of gentle caresses, a learning of each other, and they part to breathe slowly. Charlie kisses the point of Tony’s cheek, then dips a pastry in syrup and tops it with whip cream, offering it to his date. Tony occasionally feeds Charlie, however he does have to admit that he is the one who eats most of their dessert. How is he meant to say no when Charlie is so gentle with feeding him, and looking at him with those pretty green eyes, clearly enjoying himself just as much as Tony? Besides, this time, he gets the chance to lick a drop of chocolate from Charlie’s knuckles, or suck his fingers clean when he gets a bit messy.

By the time they’re done dessert, Tony finds himself half-hard and laying back between Charlie’s legs, who has propped himself up against the tree with pillows to protect his back. Charlie’s fingers run peacefully through Tony’s hair, not necessarily helping the situation, but he won’t dare to protest when it feels so nice. He’s covered by a plush blanket to keep away the worsening evening chill. Partway through the film, Charlie leans in to Tony’s ear, commenting on how he saw the film crew shooting it a few years back, and Tony shivers at the feeling of the blond’s breath against his skin. His cheeks burn, and he adjusts himself as subtly as he can, but Charlie seems to catch on despite his efforts. Plush lips close around the tip of Tony’s ear, and he hisses at the gentle scrape of teeth.

“You’ve no idea how lush you are, do ya, pet? No fuckin’ idea. Taking everything I have not to come on too strong, Tony. You gotta tell me if I do, okay?” Charlie whispers against the skin behind his ear, pressing a gentle kiss there that makes Tony squirm in the best way.

“You’re not.” The Spaniard insists despite his pink cheeks and blown pupils, nuzzling into Charlie in a way that makes the other man practically purr.

“I haven’t done this in a while. Dated. But I’d like to be yours, pet. Like you to be mine too. Is this too soon to make things exclusive?” Charlie asks, and Tony twists a little to face him, shaking his head. There’s a softness in his honey eyes, and a tenderness in his shy little smile.

“It’s not too soon. I’d like that. I… I don’t really do casual.” Tony admits, and Charlie grins, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Neither do I, pet, neither do I.”

It isn’t a surprise that with their relationship now official and exclusive, the boys find themselves feeling secure… and perhaps a bit amorous, considering the way Tony straddles Charlie’s lap. Charlie strokes his thighs gently as they kiss, slow and soft but building heat, and he’s thankful he chose a place so far back from the screen where almost no one else has chosen to sit. Tony lets out a quiet moan as the blond leans up to kiss him a little deeper, his stomach brushing against the hard line of his cock through his trousers. Buzzing makes them both jump, and Tony rushes to fish his phone out of his pocket, extra surprised simply because he’d been deeply into the shameless snogging they’d been doing. He fumbles to answer it, lips pursed in distaste at the sight of who is calling him.

“I told you to only call me if the restaurant was on fire. Is it on fire?” Tony asks instead of greeting the caller, and Charlie kisses the maitre d’ on the chin to soothe his agitation.

“Well, no, but-” Charlie hears Kaitlin’s voice answer, and he grins, trailing a couple more kisses along Tony’s jaw now that he knows there isn’t an emergency.

“No? Then I am not to be disturbed.” Tony answers while running his fingers through Charlie’s hair, getting a gentle grip and guiding his lips down to his throat.

“Look, Tony, Adam is throwing a hissy that you're not here. He thinks the service will fail without you. He’s been yelling at everyone from the front of house that goes into the kitchen.”

“Ah.” Tony takes a breath while Charlie strokes his hips, mumbling something about ‘Of course the prick is.’ against the Spaniard’s pulse, “Give Adam the phone.”

There is a long pause after Kaitlin thanks him and apologises, and then the sound of clanging as she enters the kitchen. Immediately, Adam begins to yell, steadily growing louder until it sounds as if Kaitlin shoves the phone at him. Charlie scoffs at the sounds, nibbling on Tony’s earlobe and sucking it into his mouth while Tony shivers against him.

“Tony-” Adam begins, but Tony cuts him off immediately, and the intensity of his voice has Charlie getting just a little bit clingy with his new partner.

“Adam, do not question my staffing decisions. If I place someone in charge of the front of house, then they are as capable as I am, understood? I will not hear about you yelling at my staff again tonight, comprendito?” Tony lectures the chef like he’s a child, and Charlie moans quietly against his throat, revelling in it enough that Tony actually smirks.

“It’s Saturday, Tony, you need to be here to keep shit running properly.” Adam attempts, but Tony gives a sharp tch and rolls his eyes.

“Only an idiot would run a business in such a way that he could not have a day off, even on a busy day, without the place falling apart. Kaitlin is fully capable, and you are being a petulant child. I have important plans tonight, and I won’t give you any more of my time.” Tony retorts sharply, his accent only growing thicker the longer he talks. Practically purring at the way Tony cuts Adam down, Charlie nuzzles his nose against Tony’s jaw and begins to let out soft little moans, mostly fake but somewhat encouraged by the way he gently grinds against Tony’s thigh. Tony has to struggle not to laugh at the strangled noise Adam makes in response, his hand sweeping up and down Charlie’s back, his cheeks growing pink as he begins to feel the heat of Charlie’s cunt through the leg of his trousers.

“Tony-”

“You will not call me, or ask Kaitlin to call me, unless there is an emergency. We will speak about this tomorrow.” Tony cuts him off again, angling his thigh for Charlie to better grind on him, which draws a more honest groan from the blond’s plush lips.

“.... Are you on a date?”

“How is that any of your business, Adam? Ahora, vete a la mierda.”

“Fuuuck Tony.” Charlie moans in the background, both because of what he’s saying to a man that Charlie rightfully hates, but also, because Tony gripped his hip and yanked him down harder on his thigh to get a firmer drag. Adam makes a disgusted noise over the phone, and Tony hangs up, tucking his phone away and dragging Charlie up into a heated kiss. It draws a rumbly moan from the patissier, eager to have such a strong sign of Tony’s desire, as if his hard-on wasn’t enough. Truthfully, Charlie felt more secure with as many signs of Tony’s desire and affection as possible after several not-so-great past relationships.

“Did you enjoy that, mi bizcocho?” The Spaniard asks, and Charlie hums his approval against his lips, kissing him again, then nipping his bottom lip. Charlie guides Tony back, moving the pillows to the top of the blanket so that they can lay down and be a little bit more discreet. They move together easily, almost intuitively, as they untangle their legs without kneeing each other in the groin and Charlie thanks God for the cover of darkness because he’s fairly sure there’s a wet spot on Tony’s pant leg. Something about the idea of that - of Tony feeling his heat and wetness - drives the blond a little wild.

Charlie presses Tony back into the makeshift bed, laying down beside him and pulling the blanket up over them both. Tony scoots closer, tucking himself into Charlie’s side while the blond strokes his back soothingly. With gentle hands, Charlie guides Tony’s thigh over his, his other arm wrapping around his shoulders to gently hold him. Once Tony is situated, Charlie cups his cheek and kisses him softly, sweet as sugar even as the Spaniard starts to grind against his thigh. It’s all plush lips, questing tongues, panting breaths, and the slow, hot grind of Tony’s cock against Charlie’s thigh.

Charlie pins Tony’s thigh between his own as he notices the Spaniard getting closer, grabbing his plump little ass and squeezing gently as they devour each other. Licking into Tony’s mouth, Charlie swallows his date’s moan as his hips jerk once, twice, and then his entire body stiffens. It takes very little effort for Charlie to adjust Tony to make him more comfortable in his arms, stroking his back and pressing kisses to his pliant mouth. He’s thrilled that Tony doesn’t try to reciprocate, sleepy in his satiated state, and the two cuddle through the rest of the film.

Over the next few weeks, Charlie and Tony speak daily, though they’re only able to go on a few more dates due to their busy schedules. They get a quick lunch together a couple of times, with barely enough time to sit down to eat before one of them has to run off back to work. They visit the British Museum together on a cloudy afternoon, and Tony blushes up a storm when Charlie reaches out to tangle their fingers together. They get coffee from Tony’s favourite bougie coffee shop, and Charlie dots the crema from his double espresso across Tony’s lips before licking it off and kissing him mid-laugh.

A week later, Tony pops his head into the patisserie just after the typical breakfast rush, and Ollie grins at the sight of him, clearly aware of who he is. It isn’t a surprise - Charlie has taken plenty of photos of them together, though he hasn’t posted any to his social media yet at Tony’s request, and he asked for permission to tell his staff about their relationship. Tony likes Charlie’s employees. Sano is nurturing and patient but good at kicking Charlie’s ass when he needs it, Saoirse breathes life and fun into every moment at the patisserie with both her vibrant personality and her talent, and Ollie is the most charming and socially proficient man that Tony has ever met. Frankly, he’d love to steal Ollie for his restaurant if he wasn’t Charlie’s employee.

“Boss! Your caramelo is here!” Ollie calls teasingly, having quickly picked up on Charlie’s preferred pet name for his boyfriend and decided it was the perfect thing to tease him endlessly about. Saoirse pops her head out of the double doors to offer Tony a wide, gap-toothed smile.

“Tony! Ay up my duck?” She croons, opening the display case to pick out a mini strawberry cheesecake in a frilly muffin liner and hold it out to him, “On the house, dearie, since the bossman wears you out.”

“Ollie. Saoirse. Good to see you.” Tony replies with a warm smile, taking the offered cheesecake and popping it into his mouth just as Charle pushes through the doors from the back.

“Are you feeding him sugar? He needs something substantial, Saoirse, not sugar. My caramelo probably hasn’t had anything but coffee this morning.” Charlie chides while Tony hurries to chew as if Charlie might try to make him spit out the cheesecake. The patissier pulls a bun out of the display case and heads into the back, while Saoirse giggles and holds a finger to her lips while she sets the coffee machine to begin brewing an espresso for Tony. By the time the espresso is finished and in Tony’s hands, Charlie returns from the back with a hot sandwich wrapped up. He grips Tony’s waist in one big hand, leaning in to kiss him boldly even in front of his employees and the one or two patrons of the patisserie.

Something warm and pleased blooms in his stomach at the openness. Tony has had relationships in which his partner was ashamed of their queerness, and the relationship, but Charlie has always found an easy balance where they don’t engage in over the top PDA, but Tony never feels neglected.

“Thank you for the late breakfast. I was on my way to a meeting for work, and saw the line dwindle. I thought I’d stop by.” Tony explains, and Charlie presses a fond kiss to his temple.

“You’re always welcome, even if we are busy. I always have time for you, caramelo.”

And isn’t that a wonderful thing?

Charlie arrives at the Langham at half-past six on a warm Friday evening. He’s still dressed in his work clothes, though he’s liberally shaken them out to rid them of even the smallest bit of flour or sugar. He’s dressed simply in black pants and a light green button-up, but it’s enough to get into the restaurant even if he wasn’t Tony’s boyfriend. Kaitlin greets him at the front desk with a warm smile, indicating that Tony is talking to Adam in the kitchen, so Charlie heads through the dining room, calm but deliberate.

Adam catches sight of him first from where his head is peeked out through the kitchen doors, and Charlie ignores him as he slips up behind Tony, wrapping a hand around his trim waist and kissing his cheek from behind.

“Hola, mi caramelo.”

Tony flushes, and Adam frowns, looking between the two with his brows nearly to his hairline.

“Hola, querido. I’m almost done.” Tony replies, and Charlie nods, giving him another squeeze before letting him go so he can stare down Adam.

“This is your…” Adam trails off, and Tony raises an eyebrow. Charlie can practically feel the spicy Spanish side of him coming out.

“My boyfriend? Yes.”

“And, what, he’s eating here tonight, or?” Adam asks, and Tony rolls his eyes.

“No, he is here to pick me up. I am off this weekend, as of… five minutes ago.” Tony retorts, and Adam stiffens.

“You’re taking another weekend off? Tony, it's our busiest time! You can’t just go off with your boyfriend here every weekend.” Adam snaps, and Tony puts a hand out when Charlie straightens his posture and takes a step closer protectively.

“I have already warned you not to question my staffing decisions. I have not taken a weekend off in over a month, not that it should be any concern to you. Get back to service, chef.” Tony replies dismissively, turning to walk away. Adam reaches for his arm, but Charlie pushes his hand down and away, stepping in between them seamlessly. He looks Adam up and down, then huffs a soft laugh.

“And they say you’ve changed. Perhaps you’re only a better liar. You’re still the same Adam underneath it all.” Charlie muses, then steps away, putting a hand on Tony’s lower back to lead him out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Adam calls after them, but neither man stops. Once they get outside, Tony pins Charlie to the fence and steals a passionate, fiery kiss, practically devouring his lips. Charlie moans into it, gripping his waist in one hand and letting the other trail back into Tony’s hair. They don’t break apart until a passerby whistles at them, and by then, Charlie’s plush lips are pink, his eyes half-lidded with desire. Tony pants for breath against him, giving his cheek a gentle stroke with his thumb before he finally pulls away.

“What was that for?” Charlie asks, blinking, a blatantly lovestruck look on his face, “so I can do it again.”

Tony laughs, taking Charlie’s hand and gently leading him down the street to where he parked his bike.

“You handled that really well. You were protective but not overly, you stepped in when you had to, and I appreciate that you knew when to step in. I appreciate that you didn’t escalate.” Tony replies, and Charlie squeezes his waist, then gets Tony’s helmet out. The ride to Tony’s condo is short, and the Spaniard gives an excited smile with flushed cheeks as Charlie pulls his overnight bag out of the storage container on his bike. They’d agreed to have a sleepover a few days back due to Charlie’s annoyance that Tony didn’t seem to know how to do any form of selfcare, and Tony’s insistence that selfcare meant falling asleep in his boyfriend’s arms.

Charlie follows Tony up to his condo, slipping an arm around his waist from behind once they’re through the door, and kicking it closed behind him. He presses Tony back into the wall of the front entrance, kissing him softly while smoothing his hands over his sides. Tony gasps as Charlie begins to pull the shirt from his waistband, sliding his hands underneath it to stroke over the Spaniard's bare stomach. Warm, rough hands slide up to cup over Tony’s ribs, then run down his back.

“You’re so tense, caramelo. I could feel it in your back. You’ve been working too hard.” Charlie purrs, and Tony blinks lazily at his boyfriend as those big, warm hands soothingly trace over his entire body. He melts into Charlie’s hands, letting out a soft sigh as Charlie nips and kisses his way across Tony’s jaw and throat.

“It’s been busy at the restaurant. You know already since I’ve been waking you up with my late night texts, but I’ve been getting home at stupid hours. My back has been sore for a couple of days.” Tony explains, and Charlie pouts a little while rubbing his hips.

“Go sit in front of the sofa, yeah? I’ll rub your back and shoulders while we watch a movie.” The blond promises, and Tony hums eagerly, leaning in to kiss Charlie softly on his way into the living room. They get settled in the living room with Tony on the ottoman and Charlie on the couch behind him. He strips off his shirt and undershirt, and Charlie warms up some oil between his hands before he reaches out and starts to rub Tony’s shoulders. Skilled thumbs press out a knot in Tony’s shoulder blade, another in his lower back, then slowly rolling up his spine.

“My poor man, look at you. All worn out. They’re working you too hard, aren’t they, pet?” Charlie asks, and Tony leans back into his hands, letting his eyes fall closed. He moans lowly as Charlie works at his back, soothing his pain and working out knots, kinks, and sore spots. Once Tony is loose and soft in Charlie’s hands, the blond easily lifts the Spaniard from the ottoman and pulls him into his lap. Tony groans softly as he’s lifted, mumbling about getting Charlie’s shirt oily, only to find himself pulled into a bare chest. He moans softly, easing up in an instant and turning to jelly against Charlie’s warm torso.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Charlie encourages, and Tony nuzzles his face into bare, golden-tanned skin, letting himself be soothed.

“So good to me, querido.”

Hours later, after a short nap and a hearty dinner, Charlie pins Tony’s hair back out of his face and rubs foamy cleanser into his cheeks. He uses a warm, wet towel to clean it off, then massages a hydrating face mask into the Spaniard’s skin, keeping his hands moving until Tony nearly moans from the relaxation. Once the mask is wiped off, Charlie follows it up with an essence to protect his skin, a nourishing serum to give him some bounce, and then a hydrating moisturizer to repair his skin barrier. Tony moans and sighs his way through every part of the facial, soothed and pampered behind belief. He doesn’t even complain about how long it takes, too pleased to have his boyfriend paying so much attention to him. They’ve long since changed into their pyjamas - a t-shirt and boxers for Charlie, and a silky navy pyjama set for Tony.

Once he’s done with the pampering session, Charlie lets Tony lead him into the bedroom and they crawl onto the bed together to cuddle and chat before bed with the backdrop of a baking show Charlie likes to criticise relentlessly. The conversation flows easily, even as it gets more intense, beginning with Tony ranting about some of his work troubles and eventually ending up on the topic of their relationship. Charlie introduced a habit his therapist had suggested, in which they would gently check in on their relationship without fear of judgement, and it had done wonders for their comfort with each other.

“What do you think is going well so far?” Charlie asks, and Tony hums, nuzzling his face into the side of Charlie’s pec.

“I’m comfortable. I feel safe. You make me feel seen, and understood. You make me feel secure in our relationship. I love that you send me good morning texts and good night texts even if we’re not getting up or going to bed at the same time.” Tony muses, stretching luxuriously beside him.

“I feel the same. I like that we touch base even when we’re both busy, but I don’t feel like I have to rush to text you back if I’m in the middle of something. I’ve told you before, but I worried originally that because you knew me before I transitioned, that you might still see me as a woman, but you make me feel so secure in who I am. I never feel like I have to justify or prove my masculinity with you.” Charlie replies, pressing his face into Tony’s hair and kissing the top of his head, “What do you feel like we can improve on?”

Tony hums softly, considering, then finally looks up into Charlie’s eyes to gauge how his words land, “We could… be a bit more intimate.”

Charlie’s cheeks flush, his pupils expanding at the mere thought.

“Yeah? You think you’re ready for that?” He asks, and Tony nods.

“I’m ready. I trust you, and I feel safe, and I want you. You know how I feel for you.” He murmurs with heat in his eyes, and Charlie flushes, “Are you ready? I’ll wait, querido, I don’t want to make you feel rushed either.”

“How do you feel about bottoming?” The blond asks instead of answering, and Tony recognises the briefest look of hesitance, followed by the obvious lust and fondness that Charlie has never hidden from him.

“I don’t mind bottoming. I’ve done both, and each has its… advantages.” Tony muses, and Charlie’s body language loosens up. He strokes his fingertips over Tony’s knuckles, then cups his cheek and strokes his cheek.

“So, you don’t expect me to bottom just because I’ve got a-” Charlie begins, but Tony interrupts him, stroking his thumb over the blond’s lips to silence him.

“No, Charlie, I don’t. At all. If you want to top, and if that would make you feel more comfortable, I’m perfectly happy with that.” Tony replies honestly, sitting up a little and pulling him in for a kiss, “whatever makes you the most comfortable.”

Charlie kisses him back softly, slowly, then breaks it to lean over Tony a little and pet his cheek.

“I’m sorry for probing you instead of answering the question myself. I… I’ve had people make assumptions, and I was scared. Truthfully, I want you to fuck me, pet. I haven’t wanted that before, really, you know? And I’d like to fuck you, too.” The blond explains, and Tony listens with honest consideration on his face.

“Then, we should talk about our boundaries and preferences.” Tony prompts, sliding his leg over Charlie’s thigh and cuddling up to him, “for example, what words do you prefer that we use?”

Charlie’s cheeks go pink, but he strokes his hand up and down Tony’s lower back, “I prefer if you call my clit my cock, or dick. My vagina… either boypussy, boy cunt, or front hole.”

Tony nods, rubbing his hand in little circles on Charlie’s stomach as he listens, and doing his best to commit that to mind.

“Would you prefer anal?” Tony asks, and Charlie flushes at the dirty word from his sweet maitre d’ boyfriend’s mouth, but laughs at the thought, shrugging.

“I don’t mind anal, but it feels better with my front hole. I don’t have a prostate back there like you do.” Charlie reminds him, sliding his hand down to give Tony’s ass a gentle but firm squeeze that has his boyfriend laughing against his chest.

“I like it soft. Gentle. Not lacking in passion, but overflowing in it, and in tenderness. It is not… a popular preference, I suppose, but it is what I like.” Tony explains, and Charlie hums, one hand gripping the Spaniard’s ass while the other strokes his thigh.

“Gentle suits you, pet. As does softness.” Charlie comments while squeezing the meat of Tony’s thigh teasingly, “I like gentle too. I’ve never been one for the rough stuff. I just want to make you feel good, Tony.”

“Big, strong guy but you’re just a softie under all that muscle, aren’t you?” Tony muses, skimming his hands under Charlie’s shirt to stroke his stomach and chest. The blond snorts, even as Tony props his chin up on Charlie’s ribs and smiles playfully at him.

“Have you ever slept with…” Charlie trails off, trying to figure out how to word his question properly, but Tony seems to have him worked out.

“No, I’ve never slept with a person with a vagina.”

“Does it bother you?”

“I entered this relationship eagerly, with open eyes, mi querido. It does not bother me, except that I perhaps will not know how to make you feel good. But, that will not stop me from trying.” Tony replies, and Charlie lets his head fall back at just the thought of Tony trying to take care of him. He trails his fingers up and down the Spaniard’s spine, wetting his lips and willing himself to calm down despite the topic at hand. He evidently fails, his cheeks hot and his clit throbbing as Tony shifts his weight atop him.

“I have an implant.” Charlie says quite suddenly, and Tony smiles knowingly, propping himself up on his elbows. It’s funny how Charlie can go from being the most smooth, charming man in the world to a complete mess so easily. Tony can see the open desire in his boyfriend’s eyes, pupils blown wide enough to nearly block out the colour of his pretty green irises. His cheeks are pink, chest rising and falling rapidly, and Tony knows he’s in the same boat.

“That is good. We are both clean, and you are protected.” Tony feigns ignorance, and Charlie swallows hard, gripping the Spaniard’s ass and squeezing.

“Tony…”

“Ahh, am I teasing too much?”

“C’mere, pet.” Charlie insists, pulling at Tony’s sleep shirt as he obediently crawls up over the blond’s prone body, and moaning into the gentle kiss that his boyfriend catches him in. Heat builds quickly as Tony licks into Charlie’s mouth, his hips pressing between his lover’s legs. Strong thighs clench around Tony’s hips, and he moans deeply, letting himself grind into the slick heat between Charlie’s legs. All worry about not being good enough, or not knowing what to do simply fades from his mind as Charlie’s hands dig into his back, then yank his sleep shirt over his head. To have his boyfriend, his lover, this desperate for him is empowering.

“Let’s begin our lessons, mi bizcocho.” Tony whispers against Charlie’s lips, and the blond is quick to grasp at his bare skin. If Tony didn’t know better, he’d think Charlie’s pupils had turned into heart-shapes with the way he’s looking at him. Riding the high of his partner’s desire matching his own, Tony helps Charlie out of his shirt, then hooks his fingers into his boxers. Soft kisses pepper across Charlie’s tummy as he obediently lifts his hips so that Tony can undress him, and the Spaniard does well not to remark on the wet spot on Charlie’s boxers. He kisses his way up to Charlie’s top surgery scars, licking across the pink skin and watching with amused fondness as his boyfriend’s cheeks burn peachy pink under the warm lighting.

“Ayyy, qué rico.” Tony purrs, and Charlie bites his knuckle.

Charlie’s nipples are dark nude-ish pink, small and by all accounts not very sensitive, but Tony laves his tongue across them regardless, sucking each bud into his mouth and then scraping his teeth across them just to hear his lover gasp.

“With the right touch, you can be responsive.” Tony teases, and Charlie groans at the sudden burst of confidence and charm from his boyfriend, chest heaving beneath his attentions. He’s letting Tony play for now, and get used to his body before he responds in kind. For now, he simply combs his fingers through Tony’s hair, or strokes at his shoulders encouragingly.

“Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.” Tony requests as he lays kiss after kiss in a trail of wet marks down the length of Charlie’s stomach, parting his boyfriend’s legs with a gentle touch, “I hear it can be more sensitive while you’re on T?”

“Way more. I’m easily twice as horny as I was before I transitioned, and touching feels good in ways it didn’t before.” Charlie admits, combing Tony’s hair back out of his face adoringly. The Spaniard smiles, kisses his palm softly, then nestles down between Charlie’s thighs to spread him open with his thumbs.

“You smell good.” Tony murmurs, and Charlie snorts his surprise at the comment, the sensation of Tony’s thumbs stroking up and down over his labia majora sending shivers down his spine. Being stared at so intimately is a weird sensation, but Charlie allows it because he knows that Tony hasn’t had any experience with a vagina before. Honestly, a part of it feels kind of good - to be examined this closely, and still be found male and desirable.

He jumps as Tony runs a gentle finger down over his labia, feeling the texture and humming thoughtfully, deep in his throat. He taps against the side of Charlie’s clit, and the blond hisses air through his teeth, hips flexing. Charlie will never believe that Tony didn’t watch any porn for inspiration, because Tony pinches his engorged clit between his finger and thumb, stroking the looser skin of his hood over the sensitive skin in a way that makes Charlie nearly choke on a moan. At the positive response, Tony gains a bit of confidence and flicks his tongue across the tip, causing Charlie to cry out as his head slams back into the pillows.

“Fuck, Tony!”

“It is the same as any cock, mi bizcocho. Let me make you feel good, and then we’ll see how many fingers it takes before you can fit my cock inside you, si?”

Charlie pants, blinking up at the ceiling and wondering what he did right in the world to be given Tony in return. He’s going to have to give Monty a fucking gift basket or something. His back snaps into a dramatic arch as Tony plants an arm across his hips to hold him down, stroking his clit in slow, deliberate movements that have Charlie grasping at the sheets. Tony watches as his boyfriend’s cheeks flush dark, sweat beading on his forehead as he takes everything he’s given. It’s oddly endearing to see his charming, flirty lover so taken apart.

“Tony, love, feels so good.” Charlie moans, curling the sheets around his fingers and gasping for breath as Tony rolls the flat of his tongue across his clit.

“Breathe, cariño.”

Charlie does his best, but it becomes plenty more difficult when Tony sucks his clit into his mouth and starts to suck it slowly, mimicking a blowjob. His fingers clench in Tony’s hair, and the Spaniard hums his pleasure, cracking open his eyes to survey Charlie’s expression. The blond’s hips jump as Tony pushes his middle finger into him, slowly enough that he can feel the thick digit parting his insides. Luckily, while Charlie prefers using his stroker toy or a grinding pad, he has indulged himself in a dildo relatively often over the last couple of months. Especially recently, with Tony in mind. The stretch isn’t too much, and he’s wet enough despite the years on T - he’s lucky that he hasn’t suffered from vaginal dryness to the same degree as others he knows.

And if anyone could get Charlie wet, it was Tony fucking Balerdi. Tony, who despite never having touched a vagina before, was sucking his cock so sweetly and making his mind melt. Who felt the accommodating warmth of Charlie’s cunt wet and soft around his finger and promptly added another. Who listened to the loud groan from his boyfriend when his fingertips skimmed over Charlie’s g-spot and without even knowing what it was, narrowed in on that spot simply because it made his lover feel good.

“So good, Tony, so fucking good!” Charlie cries, and Tony moans around a mouthful of his cock, rolling his tongue while crooking his fingers into that spot that seems to drive his lover wild. It takes quite a bit of strength to hold Charlie still as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, until a particularly hard suck acts as the final straw to shove Charlie over the edge. He groans loudly, one hand fisted in Tony’s hair but trying desperately to be gentle while the other nearly tears apart Tony’s sheets.

Charlie pants for breath, staring up at the ceiling while his chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Tony discards his sleeping pants while his lover tries to recover from his orgasm, then crawls over his body to kiss his way up Charlie’s throat to his lips. The moment their lips touch, Charlie grasps Tony’s hair and devours his mouth, clinging desperately to him. Almost naturally moving together, Tony slots between Charlie’s legs and grinds his cock against his lover’s cunt with every slow thrust of his hips.

“Oh, mi corazón, te sientes tan bien.” Tony whispers in between kisses, and Charlie reaches down to grab at Tony’s ass, pushing their hips together.

“Inside, pet, I need you inside me.” Charlie insists, and Tony groans softly, reluctantly parting from Charlie. He rolls the blond onto his side a little, straddling his left leg while guiding the right up until his lover’s ankle rests on his shoulder. Thankfully, Charlie is diligent about stretching every day, for the stretch deepens as Tony takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock against Charlie’s wet cunt.

“You want me in here, si, guapo? Want me to fuck your sweet little boypussy?” Tony asks, and Charlie moans, nodding his head and looking up at his lover with half-lidded, lovestruck eyes.

“Te quiero, Tony. Make love to me.” Charlie insists, and Tony obediently begins to press his hips forwards, his cock sinking slowly into his lover, inch by inch, “Fuuuuck, you’re big. Nice and slow, Tony, just like that.”

As Tony pushes into Charlie, he adjusts the blond’s hips up a little to change the angle, letting his leg fall from his shoulder and instead hooking it over his elbow to keep him spread open. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried balls deep in Charlie’s cunt, and he can feel the way his lover flutters around him, still experiencing little aftershocks from his recent orgasm.

“Are you okay? Not oversensitive?” Tony asks just to be sure, even though the soft clenching of Charlie’s pussy is making him have to grit his teeth. He’s so warm, and so wet. Tight, and sweet, and clenching around him like he’s trying to milk Tony already even though he only just put it in. Charlie moans out a quiet yes, pulling Tony down into a kiss despite the way it strains his hips a little. He’ll take it, just to feel Tony sink deeper until he can feel his boyfriend’s cock bump against his cervix. Full and stretched to the brim, Charlie rocks his hips, fucking himself on Tony’s cock in slow, lazy movements. Tony sighs blissfully, letting him take what he wants for a few moments before planting his hands in the mattress on either side of Charlie and starting to thrust. The Spaniard sets a slow, deep pace, leaning down to kiss his way up Charlie’s throat and licking up a drop of sweat that rolls down his neck.

Strong hands trace down over Tony’s back, and he picks up his pace, kissing his way across Charlie’s jaw to try and stifle his moans. He sits up when he feels Charlie’s hand slip between them, and he watches, half-lidded and pussydrunk as the blond starts to play with his clit. He strokes it just like Tony had, treating it like any other dick, and he clenches around his boyfriend’s cock tight enough that Tony lets out a guttural groan.

“Getting close, mi corazón.” Tony whispers, and he doesn’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed at how quickly he’s gotten to the edge. Charlie is evidently unbothered, for he strokes his clit sloppily, his hips rolling to meet Tony’s thrusts, cheeks flush peach with love and lust. It only takes a few more thrusts for Tony to fall over the edge, his sweaty forehead pressed into Charlie’s shoulder, hips pressed tightly together as if to seperate would devastate him. Charlie follows him swiftly, crying out as his hips jerk, forcing Tony deeper to brush against that spot inside him that is sometimes difficult to reach. Bliss floods his veins, and Charlie wraps his arms around Tony, pulling him closer until his weight is just on the edge of suffocating.

“Fucking perfect.” Charlie whispers, and Tony sighs, happy and sated.

It's the perfect day for a visit to the beach. The sun is high in the sky over Dorset with not a single cloud in sight. It took a while to be able to find a day where Charlie and Tony would be able to make the trek, but Monty had offered use of his SUV so long as he was invited, and it had become a bit of a grand event. Nearly a month passes before you’re able to get together for a beach day when the weather is also cooperating, but it’s worth the wait. Monty makes lunch specially, while Tony brings wine in one of Charlie's opaque reusable water bottles. Charlie brings enough desserts for an army, and a huge beach blanket for them all to use. Adam threw yet another hissy fit when Tony took a day off, but it was all worth the trouble, especially when he accidentally made it clear that he wanted to know about Tony’s boyfriend. It was even better to hear him become furious when Tony gave little away.

The weather held true to hopes, sunny and bright with only moments of clouds, not a hint of rain in sight. The water was beautiful, and the beach was busy but manageable. Their early arrival meant that they had secured a good spot, and Monty's ridiculously oversized umbrella provided much-needed shade over their beach blanket. All three men had slathered on a thick layer of sunscreen, and wore their swimsuits underneath their clothes in preparation.

Charlie yanks his shirt over his head as they finally finish setting up, and Tony watches with a smile as his boyfriend sheds his clothing like it’s nothing. His confidence is astounding. He leans down to kiss Tony in full view of the entire beach, feeds him lunch and desserts like he can’t feel the eyes on him, then joins a group playing volleyball for a couple rounds in the sun. Tony watches beside Monty, drinking a bit of wine and relaxing in the indirect sun while he enjoys the view of his sweaty boyfriend doing a little victory wiggle after scoring. Charlie returns to him covered in sand sticking to his sweaty torso after a dive to bump the ball and rescue his team from defeat.

“Ton, baby, come swim with me. I need to clear this sand off.” Charlie requests, and Tony reluctantly gets up, letting his boyfriend grab his hand and lead him down the beach towards the waves.

“Coming, Monty?”

“Nah, I’m working on my tan. I’ll join ya in a bit.” He promises, and Charlie grins, lifting Tony up and running with him into the waves while his Spanish boyfriend shrieks and nearly kicks him in the gut. Thankfully, the blond has the good sense not to dunk his lover, lest the Spaniard get a mouthful of salt water. More of a lover than a fighter, Tony puts up a modest challenge in a clumsy oceanic wrestling match, only to be lifted above an oncoming wave by Charlie in a romantic gesture that he genuinely appreciates. Below him, Charlie gets a faceful of salt water that nearly knocks him off his feet. Once it’s passed, he puts Tony down and splutters, wiping his face to try and clear the stinging from his eyes while they laugh together.

“You’re a dork, mi corazón. But thank you for rescuing me from that wave you put me in the way of.” Tony teases, and Charlie laughs, splashing him lightly.

“I will always save you from the problems I put you in front of. Promise.”

“Well, that’s a relief, since I’m sure you’ll get me into a ton of them.”

Charlie laughs, giving Tony a salty, smiley kiss then smooching his cheek, followed by his temple. They swim for a while, floating in the waves and enjoying the sun, but eventually, Charlie lets Tony lead him back onto the beach so they can hide in the shade. They reapply sunscreen, then spend some time chatting with Monty before phones come out and the three of them start taking photos. Monty posts a slew of them to instagram, then pours them all wine while he regales them with stories from his restaurant. It’s a beautiful day spent together in the sun, swimming and then refreshing their sunscreen while they cool off with some fruit until the early evening.

Together, the three men take the long trek back to London and stop in at a new restaurant that seems to be getting a lot of attention lately for dinner. After getting dropped off by Monty at Charlie’s, Tony drags his boyfriend into a long shower to wash off the salt and the sand together. It’s no surprise when Tony finds himself face down in the mattress, and he’s not the least bit upset that he spends so long in that position while Charlie gets him ready - not when Charlie makes him come twice before they’ve even really started. His third and final orgasm comes with Charlie pinning him to the bed, strap buried so deep inside of him that he thinks he might just break.

On a dark, humid Sunday night, Charlie walks into the Langham with a small bag of Tony's belongings over his shoulder, nodding at a couple of servers he recognizes. Kaitlin directs him towards the kitchen, and he heads in that direction with a smile on his face, spotting Tony by the window where expo is done for the kitchen. He opens the door, peeking his head in and giving Tony a wave when he looks, then gesturing to where he’s planning on waiting. He doesn’t have time to duck back out before Adam spots him and points.

“You! Get in here.”

Charlie raises his eyebrows, but heads into the kitchen regardless to avoid making a scene in the dining room, “Y’alright?”

“No, smartass, I’m not ‘alright’. You keep taking my fucking maitre d’ on crucial fucking nights and everything goes to shit.” Adam snaps, but Charlie keeps his cool, giving Tony’s lower back a gentle touch as he approaches. He doesn’t miss Adam’s glare at his hand. He should de-escalate. As a grown adult man with his own business, he should take a step back from the fight Adam is clearly trying to ramp up to. He doesn’t want to embarrass Tony in front of his own staff. And yet, he’s not able to do it. He can’t back down from the man who spent a good year discriminating against him, making his life hell, and taking away from his opportunities to learn. He does his best to be the bigger man while still keeping his backbone and staying true to himself.

“Sounds like you need to step it up, mate. Any good restaurant should be able to cope without the maitre d’ for a night.”

“The fuck would you know?” Adam asks, tossing a dish towel on the metal counter. Tony jolts a little, but Charlie keeps his cool, shifting his weight to get ready. He can see the coiling muscle, and recognises the signs from the last time he fought Adam. His next words are crucial.

“Do you think Jean-Luc’s would not have been able to run without his maitre d’? Tony is his own man, Adam, I think he can make his own decision, and he deserves a day off. If your kitchen cannot cope without him, then your kitchen is shit. Front of house seems to be doing fine. Maybe it’s just… you.” Charlie offers with a raised eyebrow, and Tony’s gentle intake of breath makes him smile.

“My kitchen is shit? Why am I even talking to you about this, what the fuck do you know about-” Adam trails off, then scoffs, “What do you know about Jean-Luc’s?”

Charlie snorts, giving Tony a gentle pat on the lower back then leaning in towards him as if he’s about to whisper to him, though he speaks at a normal volume, “I told you he didn’t recognise me, caramelo.”

“I did not disagree, mi corazón.” Tony comments, and Charlie chuckles, pecking his cheekbone.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Adam snaps, grabbing the front of Charlie’s shirt and nearly ripping it with the way he drags the blond closer.

“The last time we fought, it didn’t end well for you, Adam. Are you sure you want to try again?” Charlie asks, taking the American’s hand in his and squeezing his knuckles until his mouth twists with pain, “I was a lot smaller back then.”

He can see the moment it clicks.

“Charlotte?”

“Charlie now, mate.”

Adam practically snarls, trying to get his hand free to no avail, “I should’ve had you arrested back then. Tony, seriousl-”

“No,” Charlie squeezes harder, twisting his arm to one side, “You don’t bring him into this. This is you and me, mate.”

Adam swings with his off hand, but Charlie uses his grip on Adam’s dominant hand to block it, then throws his arm wide so he can land a punch to Adam’s gut.

“You don’t want to do this.” Charlie murmurs, grabbing Adam’s wrist as he throws another punch and using his grip to spin him and lock his arm behind his back, “This is embarrassing, mate, come on.”

“Fuck you!”

“With your shriveled up dick? I wouldn’t even feel it.” Charlie retorts, rolling his eyes as he shoves Adam over the edge of the metal counter, slamming his face down against it, “Are we done?”

Adam struggles, and Charlie glances up at the rest of the kitchen staff. No one even makes a move to intervene - not even Helen. Adam rears up, but Charlie slams him back down again.

“Are. We. Done?”

A whispered answer is not enough, and Charlie leans over him a little.

“Louder, Adam.”

“We’re done! Get the fuck off of me.”

Charlie snorts, letting go of the other man and turning away to approach his boyfriend, “We won’t have another issue, will we, Adam?”

He doesn’t get a response, but he doesn’t need one. Tony slips an arm around Charlie’s waist and follows him out of the restaurant, breathing getting a little heavy the further they walk.

“Are you going to make it home, caramelo?” Charlie whispers playfully, and Tony squeezes his bicep.

“Honestly? No sé.”

They make it home, but only barely. Tony’s soft voice pleading against Charlie’s ear has him sighing as he pushes the Spaniard down on the couch so he can straddle his lap. The breathiest gasp escapes Tony’s lips as Charlie sheds his jeans in a hurry before sinking down on Tony’s cock with only the slightest groan. He’s wet enough to take him, but he still feels the slightest discomfort from being underprepared. He’ll endure it, for Tony.

“Is that better, pet?” Charlie whispers, and Tony groans as he digs his pretty little hands into the blond’s hips, “So desperate you couldn't even wait. My poor, poor love. Did I get you worked up?”

“Charlie…” Tony whines, rolling his hips up eagerly against the weight pinning him to the sofa.

“I know, love, I know. I’ll take care of you. Don't I always?”

“Yes! Yes, you do. Por favor, mi corazón!”

The apartment is filled with the soft, slick sound of Charlie’s cunt, the breathy gasps escaping both men, and the gentle slap of skin on skin. It takes little time at all for Tony to come with a shaky groan, his teeth biting gently around Charlie’s throbbing pulse. He’s too worked up for it to be anything but a quick endeavour, but neither man seems to mind. Tony’s cheeks burn red as Charlie gets up off of him, cum already leaking down the other man’s inner thigh.

“Sorry, I-”

“No. No apologies, love. Not for wanting me. Not for needing me.” Charlie corrects him, leaning down for a gentle kiss, “Perhaps I should apologise. You’ve got cum on your fancy trousers.”

Tony scoffs, still catching his breath and letting his head fall back on the sofa, “I couldn't care less, Charlie.”

“You will when you have to give them to the dry cleaners covered in cum, shy boy.”

Another scoff, less sure this time, and Charlie snorts as he pulls his shirt over his head and bends to grab his pants.

“Come on, pet, I'm not done with you yet.”

“What, again?”

“Are you complaining?” Charlie asks with a raised eyebrow, and Tony flushes, getting up on shaky legs to start unbuttoning his shirt.

“And you call me insatiable.” Tony replies primly, nose in the air even as his cheeks turn pink.

“You are. The cum dripping down my leg only proves it, love. Go freshen up a little, pet, I want to take you apart tonight.” Charlie purrs, and Tony’s flush deepens. He knows what that means - Charlie always tells him to freshen up so he won't panic about being dirty and ruin the moment, and to teasingly let him know he’s about to have his boyfriend’s tongue inside him.

Just over half an hour later, Tony finds himself laying on his stomach, hips propped up on a couple of pillows while Charlie eases the head of his clear strap-on into his spit and lube-slick hole. He groans softly, shifting his weight a little to get comfortable on the pillows and leaning into the soothing stroke of Charlie’s hands across his trembling sides. His eyes roll back as Charlie bottoms out, a satisfied groan falling from his lips that only gets louder when Charlie uses his knees to spread Tony’s legs a little further.

“You’re so fucking lush, Tony.” Charlie praises, kissing a line up his spine to nip at his shoulder as he presses his palms into the mattress to get settled, “Want it like this, baby? Nice and close?”

“Mmm, si, esto es bueno.” Tony mumbles, lost to Spanish in his pleasure, and Charlie chuckles as he adjusts his position a little.

“Good. Just relax and enjoy it, caramelo. Gonna make you come dry by the end of the night. Bet you’ve barely got anything left in you after you came on my tongue, huh, baby?”

“Suena bien.”

“You don’t even know what I just said, do you?”

“Mmm.” Tony hums in response, and Charlie laughs as he begins to ease out, then slowly thrusts back inside. Another couple of slow thrusts warm Tony up until his melting like butter, before Charlie finally picks up his pace. Soft ‘ah, ah, ah’s leave Tony’s lips with every thrust, and his hands clench in the pillow beneath his head. It’s a slow build, rolling waves of pleasure as Charlie pushes Tony’s ass a little higher in the air, then angles his thrusts to brush across his boyfriend’s prostate just right. Distantly, Tony knows that Charlie is putting in all of the work - he can feel the heat of his lover’s body, the gentle drips of sweat as he takes on awkward angles that strain his muscles - but he can’t be bothered to care. Not when it feels this good.

“Do the pillows feel nice on your dick, baby? Want my hand instead?” Charlie purrs, and Tony moans his agreement, lifting his hips a little to give Charlie room.

“Se siente tan bien. Quiero más, por favor.”

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” Charlie promises, wiggling his hand under Tony’s hips using his strength to hold his boyfriend up so that he can jerk him off in time with his thrusts, “Wanna fuck my hand, or do you want me to do all the work, hm?”

“Tú.” comes the simple reply, and Charlie laughs as he kisses Tony’s back.

“Ahh, spoiled.” He teases, wrapping his hand around Tony’s aching cock and stroking gently. The pillows haven’t rubbed all of the lube off of him, so it’s enough for Charlie to ease the glide along with his precum. Thankfully. Tony hates dry handjobs.

Charlie uses the weight of his thrusts to stroke Tony, his grip the perfect balance between loose and firm just the way his boyfriend likes it. Kisses blanket his shoulders, gentle and interspersed with soft nips that make Tony tremble and sigh as Charlie picks up his pace a little. His orgasm clearly sneaks up on him, gasping before he groans, his whole body tensing up as he fucks into Charlie’a hand eagerly. Neither of them are particularly surprised to find it relatively dry, the last of his load squeezed out in the first throb.

Charlie only stops thrusting when Tony is fully finished and starting to go boneless, his own legs shaking from an orgasm moments before. Now that he isn't focused on taking care of Tony, he’s able to collapse into a shivering pile and rip the strap-on off of himself with clumsy fingers. Tony peaks at him lazily, humming at the sight and licking his lips as he shifts his body a little to face him.

“Did you come just from the rubbing on your cock?” Tony asks, and Charlie nods shakily, rubbing his palm down over his face as he catches his breath, “Fuck, that’s hot. C’mere, mi corazón.”

On shaking hands and knees, Charlie crawls over to Tony while the other man pushes the pillows from under his hips off the bed and curls around him, nuzzling his face into Tony’s chest, “I’ll make breakfast in the morning.”

“Yes, you will.” Tony mumbles, putting his arms around Charlie and pressing his face into the blond’s hair.

The following morning as Charlie is making lunch, the doorbell rings, and Tony heads to get the door. A delivery man with a massive box on a trolley stands outside, and Tony signs for the package with a raised eyebrow. The delivery man rolls the box into the living room at Tony’s instruction, then leaves, and the Spaniard stares at the label while trying to figure out what could be inside.

“Did you order something, querido?” Tony calls, and Charlie cheers, abandoning their pasta to peek into the living room.

“Yeah, open it up, it’s for you.” Charlie insists, handing him the box cutter and disappearing again. Tony rolls his eyes but does as he’s told with a bit of excitement. He loves presents. It takes ages to get the box open, but when he does, Tony nearly sobs. Inside lies a massive brown beanbag couch with an owl head and feathery patterns on the sides to indicate a sort of wing pattern. The material is plush, and Tony crawls onto it the moment it’s out of the box, groaning at the plush softness of the chair.

“You’re my favourite.” He calls, and Charlie laughs as he enters the living room with two plates.

“Oh, am I? Make room, baby, let me sit with you.”

Tony scoots over, and Charlie sits beside him, handing him one of the plates. They curl up together in the new plush seat, and Charlie feeds Tony a bite from his plate, then kisses his temple.

“I love you, Tony Balerdi.” Charlie murmurs, and Tony lets out a blissful sigh. He knew it, even if this was the first time Charlie said it out loud. Never before had he ever been so sure that a partner loved him until now. Not until Charlie.

“Te amo, Charlie.”

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