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Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

Taking the chain back, he looked over the finer points from where Mako had torn, a critical eye scanning over the metal for any sign of wear. He saw small marks, but that was it. Yes, he would need to modify these to make them weaker in the future.

"You know what to do it starts to hurt to much," he told him. "As much fun as we'll have, we dont need you straining anything too badly."

Hoping back onto the bed, Sammy got to work on tying him up. First, hands behind his back, careful to keep him in place, but not to pinch, then, he guided Maos legs to bend up, tying his ankles together with the same care. Now the fun part.

With a grunt, he guided the chain through each loop, pulling them as tight as he dared. Slowly, Makos hand went lower down his back, and his legs stretched slightly as they forced his torso into a small arch.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

Taking the chain back, he looked over the finer points from where Mako had torn, a critical eye scanning over the metal for any sign of wear. He saw small marks, but that was it. Yes, he would need to modify these to make them weaker in the future.

sharing a flat

sharing a room

sharing a bed

sharing an improvised sleeping arrangement

my muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to yours

your muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to mine

my muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from yours

your muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from mine

my muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from yours

your muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from mine

sharing a meal

sharing dessert

sharing street food

my muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from mine

my muse asking to loan something of financial value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of financial value from mine

sharing a car ride

sharing a motorcycle

sharing a bicycle

sharing an amusement park ride car

sharing a playground equipment

sharing toys

my muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from yours  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

your muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from mine  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

sharing knowledge

sharing a secret

sharing photographs

my muse asking to loan money from yours

Send 🪓 to stumble upon my muse brutally killing someone.

An Engineer's nest was a place of safety in the battlefield.

Someplace teammates could retreat to, catch their breath, and heal, before returning to battle. Even so, it didn't mean it wasn't safe from everything.

Turning a corner, the Hunter would catch a glimpse of Sammy brutalizing a BLU Spy, one who had tried his luck, and failed. His suit was a deep purple from blood, but his mask was somehow perfectly clean. Bullet holes torn through the expensive clothing, and a wrench swung down on him, barely missing his head and landing in his shoulder.

Still flexing his injured hand, the Engie watched as the few cuts closed as he waited next to the machine. Red mist flowed from it easily, latching onto both of them as it healed away any harm done. He felt something pop back into place in his arm, and he groaned slightly at the feeling, rolling his shoulder again.

She let herself relax a touch as she let the machine do its work. She’d always been curious about the red mist that came from the medics and engineers machinery, but she figured it would probably be better if she didn’t know.

Somewhere off on the field, a rather large explosion sounded, and whoops followed shortly after it. A trap, if the Engie had to guess, and a successful one at that. No doubt that would push a charge from either side.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

He looked up as Mako continued to make suggestions, chuckling at the last one. Of course, he would want that, the man ever a sucker for anything swine-related.

"I could..." he started, grabbing the end of the chain. "I could add some cuffs at the end to make it easier on your wrists, some cloth on the other end for your ankles..."

Sammy mulled over the thought for a moment, making his way over to Mako with the chain in tow. Sitting back on the bed, he inspected his work over some of the links, then handed it to his lover.

Mako watched Sammy drag the chains over, carrying them over with ease but how big they were in his hands Mako found rather cute as well as exciting. He let himself fantasize for a moment about being in one of Sammy’s murder dens and then watching his tiny capture move the chains towards him. He would snort and underestimate the Sammy only to be left drooling, bruised, and utterly broken by how devastating skilled the man was with his cock and hands.

A dry swallow before Sammy’s request brought Hog out of the fantasy and back to the present. He shivered as he grabbed the chains, grunting in pleasure as he found the chains were just as heavy as their clanking suggest. Wrapping his hands around Mako gave a little test tug he then slowly put more strength behind.

Not wanting to get his hopes up when he’d been failed before Hog was clearly critical as he examined the chain, his eyes looking for any bending and his expression changing to one of impress as it held so far.

Curious he took it up to the next step, veins in his hand bulging as he truly began to put his strength into it, and for a moment it seemed too much as the chain suddenly lurched wider and anger from disappointment had him snarling and baring his tusks at the chain, his strength now used in full force in his upset.

The extension however, was simply a small screw that had gotten lodged between the links being crushed out, and as Mako endeavored to rip it to shreds, with muscles flexed and more veins in his neck becoming prominent, his snarl turned into a grin of excitement as he ripped at the metal but it stayed in one piece.

"Maybe a little too strong," he mused softly. "I don't need you to be trapped in these, and it already takes a good minute or so for a diamond burr to get through it..."

The Engie spoke quietly to himself, going over the materials he used, what he had, and what he would need. He at least expected the links to bend and warp under the pressure, but they didn't. He didn't like that.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

He looked up as Mako continued to make suggestions, chuckling at the last one. Of course, he would want that, the man ever a sucker for anything swine-related.

"I could..." he started, grabbing the end of the chain. "I could add some cuffs at the end to make it easier on your wrists, some cloth on the other end for your ankles..."

Sammy mulled over the thought for a moment, making his way over to Mako with the chain in tow. Sitting back on the bed, he inspected his work over some of the links, then handed it to his lover.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"I'm your nerd," he hummed. "Forever, now, might I say."

Chuckling, he shifted again, this time moving to lay on Makos belly. It took some effort, but he figured they could manage in ignoring their dicks against each other for now.

Opening his eyes he watched Sammy climb up and thought about grinding Sammy on his cock again, but if only just to prove he could, he restrained himself and shower a little patience.

He pressed another kiss to Mako's collarbone, nuzzling under his chin with a soft sigh. He could hear his heartbeat like this, the way it skipped slightly at the fear.

He groaned as he was squeezed, his back popping again as Mako held him close. Sammy thought he had some chains strong enough for him; they were modelled after his hook chain after all.

“Give me another minute then give it a go.” He was excited for the chains, his cock said as much, but he wasn’t ready to let Sammy out of his arms yet. For a man who used to give and carry out death threats to engies who gave him a friendly pat on the back, Mako was surprisingly clingy. What started as a need to hold Sammy after sex had shifted into a need to hold close during all their snuggles.

"Mako!" he cried, lightly banging a fist against his chest. "That's expensive coffee! How much have you wasted?"

With arms pulling him back down, the Engie grumbled into his lover's skin as he mourned his coffee. He didn't let anyone but Mako drink it, even going as far as threatening the others (and almost sending one Spy through respawn).

Searching in his closet of many sex toys things, it took the Engie a good minute to find what he was looking for. The heavy clinking of metal sounded as Sammy dragged them out, the link a little bigger than Mako's chain for his hook. It looked durable, like something he would use to drag something through the desert with his truck.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"I'm your nerd," he hummed. "Forever, now, might I say."

Chuckling, he shifted again, this time moving to lay on Makos belly. It took some effort, but he figured they could manage in ignoring their dicks against each other for now.

Opening his eyes he watched Sammy climb up and thought about grinding Sammy on his cock again, but if only just to prove he could, he restrained himself and shower a little patience.

He pressed another kiss to Mako's collarbone, nuzzling under his chin with a soft sigh. He could hear his heartbeat like this, the way it skipped slightly at the fear.

He groaned as he was squeezed, his back popping again as Mako held him close. Sammy thought he had some chains strong enough for him; they were modelled after his hook chain after all.

“Give me another minute then give it a go.” He was excited for the chains, his cock said as much, but he wasn’t ready to let Sammy out of his arms yet. For a man who used to give and carry out death threats to engies who gave him a friendly pat on the back, Mako was surprisingly clingy. What started as a need to hold Sammy after sex had shifted into a need to hold close during all their snuggles.

"Mako!" he cried, lightly banging a fist against his chest. "That's expensive coffee! How much have you wasted?"

With arms pulling him back down, the Engie grumbled into his lover's skin as he mourned his coffee. He didn't let anyone but Mako drink it, even going as far as threatening the others (and almost sending one Spy through respawn).

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"I'm your nerd," he hummed. "Forever, now, might I say."

Chuckling, he shifted again, this time moving to lay on Makos belly. It took some effort, but he figured they could manage in ignoring their dicks against each other for now.

Opening his eyes he watched Sammy climb up and thought about grinding Sammy on his cock again, but if only just to prove he could, he restrained himself and shower a little patience.

He pressed another kiss to Mako's collarbone, nuzzling under his chin with a soft sigh. He could hear his heartbeat like this, the way it skipped slightly at the fear.

He groaned as he was squeezed, his back popping again as Mako held him close. Sammy thought he had some chains strong enough for him; they were modelled after his hook chain after all.

Accidental Intimacy (Clumsy but charged moments)

1- Both reach for the same object, hands brushing — neither moves away. 2- “Hold still—” (fixing their tie, adjusting their collar, brushing hair from their face). 3- One falls asleep on the other’s shoulder during a long ride. 4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together). 5- Forced to share a coat/blanket in the cold. 6- One carries the other on their back after an injury. 7- Both squeeze into a small hiding space, breathing heavy. 8- “You’ve got something on your face… let me.” 9- Their lips accidentally brush while leaning in at the same time. 10- Waking up in each other’s arms after an accidental nap.

Playful & Teasing (Flirty but unsure)

(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”

“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”

“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”

“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”

“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”

“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”

“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”

“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”

“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”

“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”

“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”

“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”

“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”

“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”

“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”

“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”

“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”

“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”

“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”

“Stay until the city forgets our names.”

“You look different under the streetlights.”

“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"I'm your nerd," he hummed. "Forever, now, might I say."

Chuckling, he shifted again, this time moving to lay on Makos belly. It took some effort, but he figured they could manage in ignoring their dicks against each other for now.

Opening his eyes he watched Sammy climb up and thought about grinding Sammy on his cock again, but if only just to prove he could, he restrained himself and shower a little patience.

He pressed another kiss to Mako's collarbone, nuzzling under his chin with a soft sigh. He could hear his heartbeat like this, the way it skipped slightly at the fear.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

"I'm your nerd," he hummed. "Forever, now, might I say."

Chuckling, he shifted again, this time moving to lay on Makos belly. It took some effort, but he figured they could manage in ignoring their dicks against each other for now.

Sammy was working on another car.

It was his day off, and he usually spent them in the garage, dressed in a dirty old tank top and sweats, covered in oil and grease, and slowed under some car or another. Weather it was tuning something up, making a modification someone asked for, or just a simple oil change, the Engie was easy to find.

Mako was there, too, of course. Off to the side, reading as music played softly in the background, Sammy's voice humming along to the lyrics.

Rolling himself out from under a truck, the Engie looked around for a tool, grumbling as he realized he left it in his toolbox. Standing, he popped his back and walked over, opening the lid to see... a box?

Pulling it out, he examines the small thing before turning to Mako and holding it up.

He groaned happily as he was stroked, his member (finally) giving an interested twitch. Leaning back on Mako's thighs, he slowly started to move his hips in time with the hand, but he still acted bored.

“And I don’t want to be tied if you’re just going to lecture me.” He growled, hating the idea the idea that Sammy might try and use his eagerness to actually punish him with serious conversation. He had been tricked that way a few times now.

The feeling in his gut was getting tighter as his hopes of a fun time were replaced with worry that Sammy had been leading him on again. Anxiety was not a feeling he was accustom to, but he was banking on sex being the answer to wash it away.

He was about to say more, but the hand came up first, Mako's fist closing around his head. He laughed a little as he was trapped, knowing the grip would be loose enough for him to breathe and move, but it did its job in shutting him up.

Reaching over, he grabbed his glasses case and the fabric wipe in it, working to remove the slight marks on his lenses. As much as he loved Mako, he knew he would never be able to stop the man from blurring his vision like this.

“We should have the Medic get you new eyes, then you’d be less of a creep.” His hands returned to touching Sammy, resting on his thigh and hip as he watched Sammy clean his glasses. Of course he was kidding, Mako would rather let the Medics turn his skin inside out than let them change Sammy’s eyes, a fact they both knew but Mako would loving tease Sammy about being until his dying breath.

He rolled his eyes at the Medic comment, knowing Mako would tear the place down to get to him before they had a chance to do anything. Hell, he almost already did once.