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could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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Summer Days

Fandom: Lone Star

Series: One Shot

Pairing: Matteo Chavez x Strand!Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,444

Request: Can you do a one-shot where the reader is the twin sister of T.K. Strand, she’s younger than him by 10 minutes, she’s a 9-1-1 operator, she lives in New York with him and Owen, and she moves to Austin with them, works there as a 9-1-1 operator, and starts dating Matteo Chavez?

You'd moved to Austin with your dad and twin brother T.K. when they came out from New York the other year. It had been a big decision, but your life had hit a bit of a rut in the Big Apple anyway, and you were in need of a fresh start.

It was easy to pick up your old job as an emergency dispatcher once you got out there, and you were glad you could support your brother with everything he had been going through.

You hadn't meant to start seeing Matteo in the process.

You'd met him at the firehouse a few times before he ended up on the other end of one of your 911 calls. The victim had dropped their phone and he'd picked it up, thanking you for your help in a way no one had bothered before. It had been sweet, and honestly you'd smiled about it the rest of the day.

When you'd met him at the bar later with Grace and the others, he'd actually noticed you like he had on the call. You were used to being a wallflower, and you were usually okay with that, but Matteo saw you.

After nights spent chatting after hours, one thing led to another... Oops.

It had been a kiss, one you'd lost yourself in for longer than you should after he'd walked you to your car, and you'd broken away as soon as your brain caught up to what was happening. Bad idea, you both knew it, and you'd made your way home before either of you could say another word about what had happened.

You'd planned on avoiding him, at least until you'd processed your feelings, but fate had other plans.

You were at your dad's the next day. You were off and he'd asked you to walk Buttercup while he was called away to headquarters. He'd told you Matteo was out and there was no one to watch him, but clearly his plans had changed.

"Oh, hey Y/N," he greeted you somewhat awkwardly as you entered the house with Buttercup, unleashing him as Matteo wandered into the kitchen.

"Heyy," you managed, letting an awkward silence fall as you both stopped in your tracks. Why were you like this? You could feel yourself going red straight away, hoping you could blame it on the heat you'd just been out in. "I was just, walking..." You pointed to Buttercup like that hadn't been obvious.

"Yeah, Owen mentioned he'd asked you to do that," Matteo nodded, the sound of Matteo putting his glass on the counter the only thing to break the silence that followed, again.

"I should probably, get going then," you blurted, unsure of what else to do, and not wanting to make the situation more uncomfortable by sticking around.

Matteo said nothing at first, so you turned to let yourself out, when his brain kicked into gear. "No, no hey wait," he called back, moving around the counter and taking a few steps towards you, "I mean, please."

You paused with your hand on the door handle and turned back to face him.

"I was... out of line last night?" He tried, phrasing like a question as you knitted your brow, so he tried again, "I mean, are you mad at me?"

"Mad? No," you shook your head.

"It's just, you seem to be avoiding me a bit," he said, almost sounding a little nervous.

"I'm just," you found the right words, "not sure what it meant, I guess, I didn't think you liked me like that." Gods, how old were you? Why was this kind of thing always so difficult?

"Didn't think... you didn't?" He laughed light-heartedly, but not in a way that made you feel embarrassed, the opposite actually, relieved. "Judd said I was so obvious that it was a wonder Captain Strand hadn't added me to his 'hit' list, so to speak."

You laughed at this quotation marks and tucked your hair behind your ear. "I thought maybe you were just being nice."

"I mean, yeah," he smiled, "but I was also flirting... unless, you'd rather all I had been doing was being nice, in which case I'll back off-" His demeanour changed with the possibility that he'd crossed a major line, worry in his eyes.

"No, I mean, I don't, I didn't mind," you stuttered, but you saw him visibly relax.

"You didn't?" He checked hopefully.

"No," you replied, moving further into the room as you realised you were still poised at the doorway to leave.

Matteo met you in the middle, "well in that case..." he kissed you again, testing the waters at first, before going back in for a more heated kiss.

You were both lost in the moment, so lost that you didn't notice the door open until you heard TK exclaim: "what!?"

You both jumped apart with a start at the sound, turning to see TK, Carlos and Owen frozen in the doorway. TK was smiling and laughing, Carlos a step behind looking with a worried expression at your dad, who was seething with rage. You could see the cogs in Carlos' head turn, probably wondering what charges he was going to have to bring to his boyfriend's dad any second.

"Chavez," Owen said slowly as Matteo audibly gulped.

"Cap," he replied nervously, mouth suddenly very dry.

"You're going to want to be out of my sight, in the next few seconds," your dad told him, voice low.

"Dad-" you tried but he shook his head, every word and move deliberate.

TK, still grinning like an idiot, gave Matteo a small nod as if to say 'go'.

But Matteo, bless his heart, didn't move. "I really do like your daughter Cap, I wasn't trying to-"

Owen took a step forward, causing Matteo to take an instinctive step back. Carlos took a step forward too, keeping his eye on Owen as TK leaned against the wall, a keen spectator. You rolled your eyes at your brother as he gave his eyebrows a quick, amused raise in your direction. You could imagine him with popcorn right about now.

You shook your head and stepped in between Matteo and Owen. "Dad, we can talk about this."

"Not- not right now," Owen said, addressing you though his eyes were on the person behind you, "as my therapist would say, it is better to have a rational conversation when you're calmer than an argument in the moment."

Oh, you could hear the calm anger lacing his voice. Somehow it was worse than if he was yelling.

"Me, leaving right now isn't me chickening out," Matteo said to you, unable to tear his eyes from Owen's deathly glare, "it's just-"

"Self-preservation," you finished for him, "I get it." And you did, you'd had other boyfriends before, after all, all of whom had had to face the test of Owen Strand. Most didn't pass.

Matteo backed out of the kitchen, bumping into the counter, not taking his eyes off of Owen like a wild animal about to pounce on his prey.

"Not fast enough," Owen warned, taking a half step forward as Matteo made a break for it out the back door. A silence settled in the room after he left, broken only by T.K's chuckles in the corner.

"Dad..." you fixed your eyes on your father with a sickly sweet smile that had always worked to get out of trouble when you were younger.

"Oh, that isn't going to work on me this time, he's lucky I'm not actually a Texan, otherwise I'd be loading my shotgun," he advised, running his hand through his hair, "... hey, Carlos-"

"You cannot have my gun," Carlos answered too quickly for Owen to finish.

"Your... Carlos I was not going to ask for your gun," Owen gave a short, breathy laugh, then tilted his head slightly in though, "although..."

"Dad," T.K shook his head.

"Kidding, kidding," he promised, looking back to Carlos, "I was just going to ask if you could grab some beers out of the fridge, I think I'm going to need a drink for this conversation."

"Right, on it," Carlos said, making a beeline for the kitchen like he'd rather be heading out the back with Matteo. T.K followed him with a smirk and a wink at you as you silently begged him not to leave you alone with Owen.

"Now, young lady," oh, when he called you that, you knew you were in for it. You closed your eyes and sighed, bracing yourself and you turned back on your heels to face your father, "you and I are going to have a little talk."

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samrsgyi · 11 months

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T.K. x GN! Nurse! Reader

A/N- I am still continuing my headcannons for t.k. but I have so much school work. My grades are good in every subject ;)

Warning- A little bit of lime, almost getting hit down, readers friend dying, dealing with Mateo's trauma of Marvin dying, Nancy, Marjan and reader's night out

Setting- Austin, Texas

Genre- Lime (A little bit of it), Fluff, comfort, hurt

Time- 12:00 am

Day- Thursday

It was just like another typical Thursday, when it was your day off. You woke up with your eyes weak as all ways, then you got up and looked at your phone and had realized it was 12:00 am. Then your heart almost jumped out of your chest then you realized, it's your day off and you smiled lightly then decided to go back to sleep... When you were suddenly woken out of your sleep from a loud RINGGG. You got frightened that your heart sped up it's beating. You grabbed your phone to see who it was then once you realized you settled back down once you saw who it was. Your phone said, " Marjan, the queen of Austin fire department." You answered. " Hey Y/N, how are you doing? Hope I didn't wake you up from your nap." Said Marjan. " Oh I'm good and you also, yes you did wake me up from my nap. I'm going to kill you, MAR-JAN." Said Y/N furiously. " I'm sorry Y/N! It's just since it's your day off, I thought y'know maybe you could come over to the station and hang out with us. Also! Captain Vega has some bad news for you so, be prepared."

"Oh God--what is it?"

" T.K. got hit down by a patient."

"AHHHHH MY POOR BABY, IS HE OK?????!!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry he's fine, he just needed some ice."

"...Tell him hi for me Mar-Mar."

" Sure thing bestie, bye."

" Bye."

You could not believe he got hit. You knew that if he ever got hurt you would always be there to protect him cuz, you're a powerful woman. You promised yourself you would find that guy and once you get your hands on him, he's never seeing his family ever again. You decided to go shower and get dressed then head to Austin fire department. You stopped to go and get some lunch and coffee on the way. Once you arrived you ran into capt. Strand.

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adarafaelbarba · 2 years

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So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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hi! could i request TK strand x male reader where they’ve been dating for a few months and TK brings reader to the station to meet everyone? :)

Feeling at Home | Tyler Kennedy "T.K." Strand x Male!Reader

Hey! :)

Thank you so much for this request, I was super excited to finally write for these characters! I'm sorry I couldn't let each of them talk here, though, idk, I'll do better next time I write them.

I really hope you enjoy it, Anon! <3

summary; see above.

notes; Anxiety; First Meetings; Established Relationship; Found Family; Domestic Fluff; Soft Kisses; Hugs; Comfort.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

“I’d really like you to meet my friends, Y/N,” T.K. had blurted out one evening, as you were watching TV, sitting on the couch, his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on top of your head.

You had tensed up a little. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to meet them, because from what T.K. has told you, they sounded like some of the most amazing people you could have ever hoped to meet. They also sounded like some of the most protective people to ever come across, though. And generally, you were just afraid of getting to know new people; especially ones that you felt the need to make a very good impression on, or otherwise they might tell T.K. to break up with you.

At least that was where your mind always wandered off to, when you thought about how your first encounter with the 126th could possibly go.

“Babe?” he had inquired then, sounding unsure and concerned, which had your heart clench painfully.

“Sorry, uh- I’d like to meet them, too. I’m just worried, baby, is all,” you had confessed, tilting your head to look at him.

“Worried about what? I promise, they’ll be nice.” He had kissed your temple then, smiling softly.

“That’s not it. I’m scared they won’t like me. And if they don’t like me, then I wouldn’t know where that left us, you know? Sorry, I know I’m being irrational,” you had told him and averted your gaze, so you wouldn’t have to see his expression to your response.

“Hey, that’s not going to happen, I swear. Look, if – and that is a very humongous if – they didn’t like you, or you didn’t like them, then that would only mean that we wouldn’t all hang out together regularly. That’s all. I wouldn’t leave you over this,” he had assured you, brushing his hand through your hair gently and kissing your cheek softly, “Okay?”

You had nodded and leaned back a little, so you could capture his lips in a chaste kiss.

That was how – a week later – you found yourself in your car, on your way to the station of the 126th. Nervously, your hands tapped on the steering-wheel, wringing it whenever you stopped at a red light. Time and time again over the past week, T.K. had continued to reassure you that they were sure to like you. Apparently they had even asked about you several times, before he had relented and told them that you’d meet them at all. In a way, the knowledge that they were eager to get to know you calmed you down a little, but it also put that much more pressure on you, fearing that they might have had specific expectations for you that you may not be able to meet at all.

Sighing deeply, you turned the corner into the street where the station was and parked your car. You climbed out of it unsteadily, your hands trembling because of the anxiety that kept coursing through your body rapidly.

“It’ll be okay,” you whispered to yourself, trying your very best to calm down before you had a nervous breakdown and then you’d be thoroughly embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and sent T.K. a quick message to let him know that you were just down the street. He texted back instantly, telling you to stay put and that he’d come get you.

Two minutes later, T.K. already walked down the street and waved at you with a soft smile on his lips. He was dressed in his uniform, of course – and by God, you’d never get over how beautiful he was.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you gently on the lips, which you both reciprocated, putting your own arms around his shoulders.

“Hey, babe, are you ready?” he greeted you, kissing your forehead then, smiling.

Sometimes, it baffled you just how much he smiled when he was with you. You knew of his struggles, and you knew that he liked to hide them, but the way his whole face lit up when he was around you let you know that it definitely wasn’t faked. He was just so breathtakingly gorgeous, too, as he beamed at you, his eyes shining beautifully.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, a small, nervous smile stretching your lips.

He chuckled softly and turned around to be at your side, putting his arm around your shoulders to keep you close and as a reassuring presence for you, as the two of you walked down the street and to the station.

You hadn’t been inside yet at all, and seeing the fire trucks up close made you swallow thickly. They were huge, dwarfing you as you stood in-between the two trucks at the entrance.

“Guys, could you come over here for a second?” T.K. shouted out to get his friends’ – slash co-workers – attention, ripping you out of your momentary reverie.

He shifted his arm from around your shoulders to your waist, holding onto you and stroking your side gently, reassuringly. It was definitely calming, but not nearly enough. You felt as though you were ready to crawl out of your skin with anxiety, when the rest of the team showed up in a pack, Owen – T.K.'s father – tagging along last. He’s met you already, also not too long ago, and he seemed to like you just fine, but you couldn’t help being especially nervous around him, either.

“Oh, are you Y/N?” the woman, who wore a hijab – Marjan if you remembered correctly from what T.K. has told you –, asked, smiling at the two of you.

Nodding shyly, you choked out a little “Hello”. Your face burned, your anxiety getting worse as all seven pairs of eyes, minus your boyfriend’s, were looking right at you. Being the centre of attention was something you felt deeply uncomfortable with.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Mateo, by the way,” Mateo – or Probie, how T.K. had often called him, said, waving at you excitedly.

“Right,” T.K. then said and took it upon himself to introduce you to the rest, going from left to right; Tommy, Nancy, Marjan officially then, Paul and Judd; minus Owen and Mateo, as you already knew them then.

They all greeted you each, with polite, gentle smiles on their faces and kind eyes. Honestly, you felt a little ridiculous for having gotten so worked up about this whole situation.

“T.K.’s told us a bit about you. Nothing bad, don’t worry. We’ve been very eager to finally meet you since, though, so thanks for coming down here to do it,” Judd said, clasping your shoulder and ruffling T.K.’s hair gently. He already felt like a big brother to you, which let you understand just what your boyfriend meant when he’d described him to you before.

“Thanks, Judd. I’m sorry it didn’t happen earlier, uhm-,” you chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say.

“Actually, Y/N, would you like to stay for a bit? We’ve just prepared lunch for all of us and you’d be very welcome to eat with us,” Owen offered gently, rescuing you from the blank you’ve drawn in your mind.

“Sure, yeah, sounds great! Thank you,” you said, nodding eagerly as you leaned into T.K. a little, needing to feel more of his bodily presence than the arm around your waist for a moment.

“Are you alright?” he asked you the second the others turned around to go upstairs.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just anxious still, but fine.”

“Okay. You don’t have to eat with us, though, if you’d rather go home now. We can always do this at a different time. Baby steps and all, right, babe?”

“I’m fine, I promise. I’d really like to have lunch with y’all, my love,” you replied, looking at him with a soft smile, which he mirrored, kissing your lips chastely.

Upstairs, you sat down next to each other near the left end of the table. A lively conversation started up instantly and the entire crew made sure to involve you in it, asking you some questions here and there, letting you interject your own opinion on things, and generally acting as though you’d been there this entire time. It was nice. You felt so much calmer after the first ten minutes already, letting go more and more as time some time passed.

None of them made you feel out of place, or as though they’d rather not have you there at all, and you couldn’t put into words just how grateful you were for it.

Unfortunately, it was all cut a little short, when the alarm blared, the voice of a dispatcher telling the team what kind of emergency they were needed at over the speakers – a car accident.

“Sorry about that. We’ll see you again soon now, right?” Paul said while all of you got up from the table.

“Sure, I’d like that a lot,” you nodded, a genuine smile stretching your lips wide.

“Awesome! I can’t wait! I’ve got to talk more about Marvel with you then!” Mateo exclaimed as he passed you, squeezing your shoulder firmly.

You chuckled and agreed with him, you’d love to do that! Mateo was cute, like a golden retriever puppy or something – you liked him so much already; although, to be fair, you liked all of them a lot already. T.K. was right when he’s told you that they were a great bunch of people, all super nice and welcoming to everyone they met.

The others quickly bid their goodbyes as well, before rushing downstairs to gear up for the call. T.K. and you walked down as well, and when you stopped in front of the EMT bus, he kissed you on the lips a couple of times, his smile growing with each one. You also wore a pretty big smile, when your lips parted for the last time.

“Be careful,” you told him, “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too, baby,” he said, hugging you close before he waved you goodbye as he got into the bus.

You waved after them, smiling softly to yourself. In all honesty, you couldn’t wait until the next time that all of you would get together on a free day, where no call could interrupt you. They truly were amazing, interesting and kind people that made you feel right at home already.

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capsironunderoos · 4 years

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Nice to Meet You

T.K. Strand X Reader, Carlos Reyes X Reader, and Owen Strand X Reader

(but make it platonic)

Summary: Carlos asks you to watch over T.K. for the day while he recovers from the shooting. In doing so, you finally meet the infamous Captain Strand.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None, but it does get a lil sad in there

Author’s Note: I honestly don’t even know what to say about this. The idea hit me a few days ago and I finally busted it out today. I’m thinking about writing more stories with these characters... How would you guys feel about that? Anyways, basically you’re best friends with Carlos and T.K., who are dating in this piece, and when you go to hang out with T.K. you get the chance to meet Owen. Regardless, this is strictly platonic between these characters! I smiled while writing this so I hope you smile while reading!

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“I am literally knocking on his front door right now,” you huffed into your phone, moving your hand to hold it up as you knocked so the sound would echo into the phone.

You returned it back to your ear and couldn’t help but smile as you heard Carlos laughing on the other end. You could picture his shoulders shaking as he leaned back in the chair at his desk.

“Hey I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your day off,” Carlos starts and you shrug your shoulders.

“He’s my friend and you’re my friend, and what did I tell you?” You prompted and he laughed again.

“You’ll do anything for your friends.”

“Exactly,” you responded, laughing with him this time.

“But hey, I hear footsteps so I’m gonna run.”

You both quickly said your goodbyes and you hung up, slipping your phone into the pocket of your sweatpants.

Carlos had mentioned being worried about T.K. while he was home alone recovering. He’d had his dad with him for the most part, and Carlos had stayed over a few times, but they were both returning to work now.

You’d met T.K. a few times through Carlos, and it was safe to say that there was a reason everyone had started calling you the three musketeers.

You smile widely when T.K. opens the door, holding up a bag in each hand. He furrows his eyebrows at you, smile widening.

“This one,” you hold up the bag in your right hand, “is every snack imaginable. And this one,” you now hold up the bag in your left hand, “is literally every movie I could find in my apartment.”

T.K. laughed and motioned you inside, pulling you in for a hug before closing the door.

You set the bags down on the coffee table, turning to face him with your hands on your hips.

“You know I am a grown man and fully capable of taking care of myself.”

He teased, moving to sift through the snack bag. You laugh lightly, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“But where’s the fun in that?” You start and he scoffs through a smile as he shakes his head.

“Besides,” you chime as you move to sit on his couch, “you really think Carlos is just going to let you “take care of yourself?””

T.K. playfully groaned and rolled his eyes, smile still spread across his lips growing and causing the skin by his eyes to crinkle.

The sight of him so happy made you smile.

He finally settles on a snack and moves to sit beside you, head resting on the back of the couch.

You turned to face him, slipping off your shoes and pulling your feet up onto the couch and under your legs so that you were sitting criss cross. You watched him for a minute as he closed his eyes, the house falling quiet except for the background noise of the television.

You moved your hand to comb through his hair, your warm smile now replaced with one of sympathy. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at you.

“You okay kid?” You whispered and he watched you for another moment before nodding.

“Just… sore. And thinking.”

You nodded, removing your hand from where it had come to rest on his cheek.

The silence exchanged between you two let T.K. know he would never be alone.

Before you could stop it, a tear rolled down your cheek and T.K. laughed quietly, moving to swipe it away. You laughed with him, playfully hitting his leg with your foot.

“Alright we have got to pick a movie. I can’t sit here and cry all day.” He exclaimed, sitting up and grabbing the bag full of movies.

You laughed and moved to look through the bag with him, arguing over which movie would be the best to watch, him laughing at all of your suggestions and you whining at his.

“What about this one?”

You pulled out the first Star Wars movie and T.K. just looked at you. He sighed loudly, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Fine, Mateo talks about them all the time anyways. At least now I’ll know what he’s referencing.”

You laugh, and stand up, moving to put the dvd in. You turn around and stick your tongue out at T.K., in reference to your victory, and he rolls his eyes.

“Real mature,” he says as he nods, his eyebrows furrowed and smirk laced with sarcasm. You shrug your shoulders and saunter back over to sit beside him.

“Wow really? The walk too?”

He was familiar with your victory strut, normally reserved only for the dart board at the bar.

“It qualifies to all wins, not just the ones where I beat you at darts.”

He laughed loudly at that, holding his stomach and laying his head on the back of the couch.

“You really are something else,” he mumbles, shifting to get more comfortable.

The movie had been going for awhile, and you’d had to answer a few questions every now and then in order to clear things up for T.K., but you’d both fallen silent now, your legs wrapped across his lap as he sat almost at attention, intently watching the movie as one hand rested on your leg and the other propped up his head, elbow sitting against your thigh.

It was almost comical to see him so focused.

You turned back to the movie, propping yourself up with a pillow when you heard the door begin to open.

You glanced to T.K. but he didn’t move, and you honestly weren’t sure if he’d even heard it open.

A handsome older man walked in, smiling when he saw T.K. so enamored with the tv. He followed T.K.’s gaze as he stepped fully into the house, closing the door behind him and laughing quietly, you could see his shoulders shaking slightly.

“T.K.,” he called, and his name was finally enough to bring him out of his thoughts.

“Hey dad,” he smiled and you realized you were the one being watched now.

“And who is this?” His dad asked questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in your direction.

You stood up quickly, leaning over the coffee table to extend your hand in his direction. You told him your name and he mimicked your actions, placing his hand in yours and shaking it firmly as he told you his name.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Captain Strand. I’ve only heard good things about what you’ve done over at the 126.”

He smiled sweetly at you and you retreated your hand from his, slipping it into your pocket as you stood.

“Please, call me Owen. And thank you, but I couldn’t do it without my team.”

“I understand that sir, I work over at the precinct with Carlos.”

T.K. laughed as he watched you two converse, you standing almost at attention and his dad acting as if he’d found a new person to talk shop with.

“So you’re the one keeping my boy out of trouble,” he responded as he gestured for you to sit back down as he sat in the single chair beside the couch. You laughed at his suggestion.

“I don’t know about all that.”

T.K. shook his head and leaned up to finally pause the movie before looking over to you two.

“What are you doing home so early?” He asked and his dad smiled, moving his gaze from you to his son.

“My shift was almost up anyways, so I decided I’d come on home.”

T.K. nodded, satisfied with his answer. Owen silently slipped off his shoes and stood up, placing them by the door before turning back to you and T.K. as you both silently watched him.

“I’m going to go start up some lunch, but you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. It was nice meeting you,” Owen said and you smiled.

“It was nice to meet you too sir,” you started but stopped when he shot you a playful look, “I mean Owen.”

Satisfied with your correction he smiled at you and T.K. before retreating into the kitchen.

You watched him leave before turning back to the tv as T.K. unpaused the movie.

It was quiet for a moment before T.K. sighed loudly and looked over to you, eyebrows raised.

“You are the loudest thinker I have ever met in my life,” he chided and you laughed, moving to get comfortable in the crook of the couch.

“Seriously, spill it. It’s not like you to be secretive.”

“Hey,” you whined, feigning hurt at his comment.

He laughed and motioned for you to sit closer to him. You reluctantly did, laying your head on his chest as he laid his arm on the back of the couch.

“Come on,” he goaded, “that’s what best friends are for.” He finished in a whisper and you smiled.

“It’s really nothing,” you responded and T.K. laughed.

“Yeah okay, the amount of times I’ve heard that come from your mouth let me know that it’s the exact opposite.”

You sat up then, turning to look at him as the tv played in the background.

He groaned quietly when he saw the hint of mischief laced in your smirk.

“I’m just thinking about how hot your dad is.”

You’d have thought the world was ending with the way he reacted to you speaking your thoughts aloud.

He threw his head back on the couch as if in anguish and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“First of all,” he started, sitting up and holding his pointer finger up in your direction, “remind me to never ask what you’re thinking about again. Like ever.”

“Second,” he held up two fingers this time, and you continued to giggle at his seriousness.

“Please never refer to my dad as hot,” you started to interrupt him but the look he shot you caused you to stop.

“And third… Just... No.” He finished, his eyes squeezed together in a mixture of both pain and disgust.

You laughed loudly, the sound escaping through your hands as you tried to cover the smile on your lips.

“But T.K. I just-“ You started, moving your hands to your lap.

“No!”

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