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guardian-angle22 · 1 year

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TK/Carlos + Touch

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#911 lone star #911lsedit #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk/carlos + touch #its the way tk buries his head into carlos' shoulder #the soft gentle way tk touches his face #and forever and always carlos with his hand on the back of tk's neck #my gifs #vacation mode queue #episode: s04e12 swipe left

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sh1-n0bu · 9 months

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hhhhhhhhh

no no no you guys just don’t get it. irl i’m fucking small, okay? like i’m 163cm. 5’3 or however that would turn out to be. and you guys need to understand that being that small and having an s/o who’s an absolute giant compared tk you (bonus points if they’re in a position of power and commanding) and yet to have your powerful s/o become nothing more than a pathetic whining, whimpering mess who’s just begging for your touch while on their knees with tears welling in their eyes *bangs head against wall bangs head against wall bagns head against wall*

imagine being the lover of jing yuan. he’s a powerful man, a literal general of an entire army and yet the moment he sees you, he’s tugging on your sleeve, pouting as he asks for you to touch him. he’s been such a good boy and holding himself back for you, please help him out? he can get you your favorite snacks! or do you need shoulder massages? jing yuan is running around like an errand boy, trying to please you jusg so he can feel your hand tightly wrapped around his cock.

imagine being the lover of blade. he’s a scary guy. quiet, reserved, cruel and most definitely won’t hesitate to resort to murder if he wants something. or simply if he felt like it. imagine him crawling on your lap with loud whines and soft whimpers, grinding his hard on on your thigh. you always tell him to learn how to use his words but bladie just never seems to get it. maybe you should edge him again until he learns his lesson?

imagine being the lover of gepard landau. he’s the captain of the silvermane guards. the most trusted man and silvermane guard in the entirety of belebog. the people adore him and his subordinates look up to him, wanting to be strong and reliable just like their captain. if only they knew their captain was wearing a hidden collar underneath his high collared undershirt. one that said just who he would kneel to.

imagine being the lover of sampo. he’s a cheeky guy. lies and manipulation tactics ready up his sleeve. he knows how to weasel his way out of every dirty situation. but he would never lie to you. never you. not when you made it clear on just how rough you can be in the bedroom after finding out he lied about not tricking one of the astral express crew. but sometimes, sampo wants to lie again and have you know of it just so he can be put in impossible positions while he sobs and drools deliriously.

imagine being the lover of imbibitor lunae. he is the high elder of vidyadhara, the most respected individual amongst his own race. he’s elegant, divine, ethereal, calm and collected. a person of authority and power. if only the people knew just good you wreck him with only just your fingers. how his tail would curl around you asking for more while he sobs for you to be gentle. he’s always so sensitive in his vidyadhara form. just tug on his tail or guide his head to between your legs by his horns, he would become a mindless, pliant baby in no time.

imagine being the lover of welt. he’s a calm and serious man of the astral express crew. often being their guidance and pillar to lean on when things get a bit too much. heck, sometimes he even acts like a tired dad (that “maaarrrcchhhh” scene in xianzhou quest). hell, he was even formerly the second herrscher of reason, a being that’s literally able to bend the physics of reality itself. and yet he would do anything just so he can feel you around him. he wouldn’t hesitate to try and please you so he can be inside your warm walls, moaning and trembling as you ride him.

imagine being the lover of kafka. she’s a scary woman, no doubt. just a single whisper and you would be nothing more than her cute little puppet. and yet she uses her powers for more… different reasons when with you. ordering you to fuck her cunt, finger her open in the dark alleyway, to let her sit on your face so she can ride herself into overstimulation. kafka loves when you’re in control. especially when wringing orgasm after orgasm from her shaking body.

imagine being the lover of himeko. she’s the one who rebuilt the astral express, a respected and well known genius of a beautiful lady. anyone would be lucky to meet her. but the only luck himeko wants is to feel your fingers inside her. how she would give everything just so she can hear you whisper all sorts of vile things in her ear as you pinch her clit, telling her to keep quiet so she won’t wake up the others.

in conclusion, reverse size kink my beloved🥰🥰

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cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut · 9 months

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Thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom @thisbuildinghasfeelings @birdclowns @carlos-in-glasses and @alrightbuckaroo for the tags! Please have a little something from Save Your Secrets (boxing fic my actual beating heart) tw: blood.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos tells him, stooping to touch his fingers to TK’s chin now, skin against skin featherlight. TK doesn't question it, lets Carlos tilt his head so the light might catch his mouth, blood glinting in the yellow glow as it presses its way to the surface of the cut.

“You were right,” TK says. “Hurts now.”

“Adrenaline,” Carlos says, almost absently, watching as a single drop spills out, rolls slowly downward over the surface of TK’s pink and swollen lower lip.

“Sure,” TK says, voice soft as he looks at Carlos, eyes fixed on him as he stares. “Nothing to do with the fact I just had my mouth wrapped around the thickest c*ck I’ve seen in person since I moved here.”

“Shh,” Carlos says, only half aware of TK’s words. The droplet of blood trickles down to his chin, and Carlos reaches out without thinking, tucks his hand into the sleeve of his hoodie, and presses light grey fabric gently to TK’s face. He catches the blood before it can trickle further, hears TK’s gentle gasp as he does. Carlos swallows, shifts his grip to a clean section of his sleeve, and wipes TK’s face all the way from chin to lip. He dries TK’s face softly, wipes his skin until the blood doesn’t stain it. His lip looks painful, a clean split that looks almost like the result of simple chapped lips in winter, dry air carving hacks into soft tissue – but it’s deeper. Carlos finds another clean patch of his sleeve. “I won’t touch the cut, I’m just gonna – I’m just gonna–”

“Carlos,” TK says, voice so gentle it aches in Carlos’s chest.

“I’m just gonna clean up the edges.”

“I need…” TK starts, faltering quickly, his breath trembling on the cool night air. Carlos pauses.

No pressure tags go out to @goodways @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland @noxsoulmate @sanjuwrites @chaotictarlos @three-drink-amy @rosedavid @reasonandfaithinharmony @mikibwrites @meditating-honey-badger @rmd-writes @orchidscript @catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @largepeachicedtea @freneticfloetry and @lightningboltreader and YOU if you are not tagged here and would like to share (please feel free to tag me back so I can read your snippets)

#tw: blood #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fic

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rmd-writes · 1 year

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…on a scar. For the kiss prompt and tarlos

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

Thanks for this prompt, Rose! 💖

a kiss on a scar

He makes his way down TK’s neck, dragging his nose against the soft skin and inhaling TK’s scent while lazily pressing gentle kisses along the vein. He moves downwards, following the line of TK’s neck, to his shoulder, his collarbone. Carlos loves him like this, still sleepy, his hair messy and soft, pillow lines creasing his cheek, as sunshine spills across the sheets warming them.

There’s no intention behind the kisses, only love and the enjoyment of not having anywhere to be in this moment other than here, in bed with his husband. TK runs his hands across Carlos’ back absentmindedly, making pleased little noises as he leans into Carlos’ touch.

When Carlos gets to the fading scar on TK’s chest, he runs his fingers over it lightly before leaving a lingering kiss there. The roads that they’ve travelled to find each other, to choose each other overwhelms him sometimes. There are so many moments where another inch, another minute, a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’ would have meant that he and TK wouldn’t be here now. That they wouldn’t have found each other.

And Carlos can’t imagine that, a life without TK. Not now, not when he knows.

Not when he knows what it’s like to have TK underneath him, smiling up at him like Carlos is the only thing that matters, eyes sparkling and creased at the corners. Not when he knows what it’s like to hold TK in his arms and feel grounded by his touch. Not when he knows what it’s like to try and fail to be annoyed that TK steals food off the cutting board as he’s preparing it and still doesn’t know how to use the laundry hamper. Not when he knows what it’s like to be known and to be loved, wholly and completely and unconditionally.

“Baby, are you okay?” TK asks, lifting Carlos’ chin so that he can see his face.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing the scar again. “Just love you.”

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet

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nataliewritez · 1 year

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Ango's Weakness || BSD Tk Fic

A/N: Thanks to a certain someone, cough, Dani, cough, I have been convinced to do this. Hope all you other Ango enjoyers like this!!

Summary: Ango and Y/N are watching movie's, during this, you make a wonderful discovery.

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"Ango, get off your laptop, it's movie night!" Y/N sighs, a gentle roll of their eye's catching his attention. "You know I saw that, right?" He said, giving you a sly smirk, as you could feel your cheeks flush slightly, pouting ever so slightly, making him chuckle gently.

"Alright alright, I'll stop for now." He said, saving his work and closing the page, turning his laptop off and putting it on charge to the side, before joining you on the lounge. "So, what movie did you pick out?" He asks, gently pulling you close to him so the both of you were cuddling. Y/N got the blanket beside them, neatly tucked, and undid it, wrapping it around the both of them to grow comfy.

Ango made a comfortable sigh as he wraps his arm around Y/N's. "I chose this one, it's called (insert name), that sound good to you?" You asked sweetly, a warm smile invading his face. "It's perfect." Ango says, kissing your temple, again, making Y/N's face grow red. "S-Stop doing that.." You mutter, making Ango make an amused scoff, "You know you love it when I do that, darling." He says, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, his skin was soft and supple, yet it was slightly cold, not that you minded it, however. It was a comforting cold in a sort of way, as he rubs his thumb over your jawline, kissing your cheek as he pulls away, making you huff softly.

"Fine fine, no more dilly dallying around, let's watch the movie." You proclaimed, Ango humming in agreement.

Thirty minutes in, Y/N started to feel a bit more clingy, your hand crawled under Ango's arm, gently rubbing at his side, the unexpected contact retracted an unusually shaky gasp from the brunette, this gained both of you and his attention to the very hand at his side.

"Y..Y/N, do you, ah.. mind taking away your hand?" He asks, with a hint of embarrassment, a cheshire grin from ear to ear sticking on your face.

"Oh, I do mind, actually." Y/N's eye's stared into Ango's dirty emerald one's, making his cheeks swell red. "Y/N.. Don't." He attempts to warn you, but you squeeze yourself closer against him, wrapping your arm's ever so innocently against his waist, "All I want is to cuddle, darling~" You dared to tease him, and it worked successfully, making him blush brightly.

Before he could say anytjing in protest, his breath hitched as Y/N's nails circled against his side's, his body involuntarily arching the opposite way. "A-Ah!? Y/N, no!" He scolds you like a misbehaving puppy, but you don't falter your movements, curling your nail's a little faster against the sensitive area, as his defense is rapidly dropping. "Y-Y/N! Noho- gah!" He covers his mouth out of embarrassment, a soft giggle leaving his lips, making you flush in awe. You never heard him giggle before, only when he was the one getting you, but today, that changed.

"You're so cute like this, An-An!" You smiled, deciding you were getting bored of his side's and opting for his stomach, watching him shiver out a whimper, curling up against the couch, using his forearms to cover his face, only leaving his wobbly smile to your gaze, making Y/N chuckle at him.

You crawled your left hand up and started scribbling at his ribs, making him gently chuckle into his wrists, his glasses were half knocked off, just holding on by a thread, and a few tears of mirth had appeared, het he never told you to stop..

"Oh? Do you like this?" You taunt, laughing along with him as he just whined softly, quivering under your touch. Before he knew it, he arched his back off the couch and proceeded to cackle, all because you kneaded clueless thumbs at the side's of his ribs. "Uh oh, seems I got you, beloved~" Y/N proceeds too laugh along with him, as Ango shrieks.

"Y/N! GYAH!? AHAHAH! GEHEHE-GEHET OFF! STOHOP!"

At those last word, you stop, pulling him in your lap and proceeded to place gentle, loving kisses against his neck, a few behind his neck making him giggle, you giggling in return and stopping as his hand blocked anymore kisses there.

"You alright?" Y/N asks, clearly a bit worried, but still highly amused at his situation. "Yes, yes, I'll be.. ahem.. alright.." He heaves, fixing his glasses and even his hair, before cupping your cheeks softly and placing a gentle kiss at your lips, proceeding to stradle you.

"Now.. it's your turn."

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giggle-bee · 1 year

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Hihi, may I request Solomon & Barbatos hcs for if you tell them you’re part of the tk community? (preferably as a lee but up to you ^^ ) I love your hcs dhshjsbssksm

If you’re not interested though I totally get it ^^ have a nice day :DD

YESSSSS OF COURSE

and you might be aware of this but I also did hcs for the seven brothers for this on my previous blog (linked here and here)

I’m going to expand your request to do the rest of the dateables :3

How the Dateables would React to you Being in the Community

Solomon

you already know he is going to be so smug

I have a fic planned out for this sorcerer along the lines of this heheheeee

Now that he knows he can test potions out on you? He will add more tickle ones to the mix

And of course, he has to teach you tickle spells as his apprentice in nightbringer

He will totally embarrass you in front of the brothers and during class

Loves to hold it over your head

“I’ll tickle you if you don’t. Oh wait! You wouldn’t mind that, would you? Treat it as an incentive, hm?”

will make you ask

Hes not one to give gentle or soft tickles unless you ask for them

Prefers to wreck you

I can see him being a lee? But not for long

if you want to tickle him you have to catch him in a good mood

You’re getting got either way but he will be less mean

Barbatos

ohohoho

now this one is interesting :)

you see barbatos has an interesting little power that allows him to see and transport himself into different timelines

Which I think is very interesting hmmm yes

And through extensive talking with a certain someone I love to bully (you know who you are)

I think he would use this to his advantage

you see

He sees many outcomes of situations

One day when diavolo and you get in a tickle fight at the castle and he is quietly observing

he sees avenues of the future, many of which include you not telling him to stop, and one where you tell him that you don’t mind the tickles, you actually like them

this puts a smile on his face, the sweet human just got even sweeter

but he’ll keep this to himself for now

Until you two are alone, perhaps strolling through the gardens or having afternoon tea

he won’t talk to you about it, just teasingly poke you or run his tail up your spine while you’re sitting next to him

And when you finally tell him

“I already know, MC, no need to be embarrased”

also there is definitely some freaking dungeon in the castle, if ever you are in the mood for intense tks (but you won’t have to tell him, he’ll just know :3)

and so the rest of the devildom won’t hear you cackling

because barbatos loves to keep you all to himself, his precious little human <3

Diavolo

“Oh my god, you too?”

listen

he’s so touch starved okay

like

Everyone is always either intimidated, afraid, or think they aren’t on the same level as him

And he didn’t have the most caring childhood

his closest friends are barbatos and lucifer, and he practically has to force lucifer to call him by his first name

so when you come around? All smiles and hugs and affection

He can’t get enough

And one day you are having a sleepover and a tickle fight turns one sided and you aren’t fighting back

he’s just tickling your favorite spot with one hand and you’re dying and melting on the floor

and he lets up, but you don’t exactly want him to

and his heart breaks because you are just the cutest little thing in the universe and he’s so lucky you were the one that he picked for the exchange program and-

he gives you the biggest hug and gives you gentle tickles, right before you pinch his hips and get him back

and he loves it just as much as you do

Simeon

SWITCH CODED

OML

personally I see lee leaning switch

But he is a surprisingly good ler

Has had lots of practice with his brothers

and you cannot tell me

His little outfit

with his hips exposed

solomon and luke take advantage of that so much

also writing a fic ab him because he’s so CUTE

he is LITERALLY an angel his laugh is so pretty

when you get ler moods

and he sees that little look in your eye and your fingers twitch

he gets the dumbest grin on his face and bolts

he is so fun to tickle you cannot change my mind and he lets you do it because you love it so much

sorry brainrot ahem

as a ler he finds it absolutely adorable that you love being tickled

so teasy

but in the kindest way possible

sooooooooooo many compliments

“You’re doing so good! Can you handle it if I get youuuuuu here? What sweet sounds! You must be having so much fun, Angel!”

and also he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs after of course

#bee writes #honey #buzz #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #obey me fluff #obey me tickles #ler!simeon #lee!simeon #ler!diavolo #lee!diavolo #ler!barbatos #ler!solomon #anon ask

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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Two WIP WEDNESDAY sneak peaks for the price of one

Originally I was going to only do a Coda for 4 x 18, but I woke up with an itch in my brain and thoughts that would not stop. So here I am, writing two more coda's to finish out the season. I've put them under the cut as to not spoil anyone.

I've also not tagged anyone because I don't want anyone to get spoiled or upset.

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT.‼️‼️‼️‼️

4 x 17 Coda:

Carlos stares ahead at the wall, not seeing anything in front of him. He’s been sitting there for hours since they came home from the funeral. He doesn’t have the strength to do anything else. He barely notices TK sit beside him and take his hand firmly in his, squeezing it to provide comfort.

His father is dead. There is no comfort to be found.

There are still so many words left unsaid, things that Carlos knows he needs to say and now it’s too late. Issues that needed to be resolved, feelings that needed to be hashed out, and trauma that needed to be talked about. They were all words that always got stuck in his throat, and couldn’t get past the years of expectations of being a proper man and not coming off as “too soft”. Words that he’s never going to be able to tell his father now. The good and the bad, are still locked up inside of Carlos. He’s not sure if they’ll ever find their way out.

For so long, Carlos has tried to be someone that his father could be proud of and it wasn’t until recent years when TK came into his life that he was able to find out just how proud of him his father was. It wasn’t until after TK, that he heard his father tell him that he was proud of him. Those words Carlos cherished, had sought after them his entire life and now he wonders if he ever deserved to hear them. With the chasm of emotions and feelings that’s opened up inside of him, he doubts that his father should have been proud of him. There was just too much left unsaid that Carlos should have said, that he thought he would have more time to say which makes him doubt that his father would have continued to be proud of him.

He feels a tear roll down his cheek but doesn’t make a move to wipe it away. It’s not the first one he’s shed today and he knows it won’t be the last. He hasn’t been able to put a cap on his emotions the entire day. He’s been unsteady and shaky, each worried glance and look of pity that was tossed his way clawing at his heart until it was left feeling raw and open made sure of that. Even TK’s gentle touches and soft words felt to be too much, but he let TK try to comfort him for both their sakes. He couldn’t shut TK out, or at least he was trying not to. TK didn’t deserve to be shut out and pushed aside into the cold and left to watch Carlos fall apart --

“Talk to me,” TK says softly, pleading voice cutting through the thoughts that were clouding Carlos’ mind. Carlos turns his head and looks at the man he loves. The soft, wonderful man who had taken time off work - or was forced by Tommy he’s not sure which one it was, he’s sure TK told him but Carlos hadn’t heard him - to be by his side when he needed him the most. TK, who deserves so much that Carlos doesn’t feel like he can give him right now.

“We need to postpone the wedding,” Carlos says, surprising himself with the words as much as he surprises TK. The thought had been itching at the back of his mind but he hadn’t made plans to say it out loud. He hadn’t made plans to watch TK’s heart break in front of him and be covered up with a look of understanding.

“I know,” TK says softly and Carlos wishes he wouldn’t. He selfishly wishes TK would get mad and demand that they still put it on so that he could feel something other than the mind-numbing pain that’s consumed him.

4 x 18 Coda:

When TK wakes up, it’s to the sound of soft waves rolling in the distance a beautiful melody of them crashing up against the shore as a gentle breeze carries in the smell of the salty ocean. TK smiles, nuzzling his face against his pillow as he stretches out his body, legs lengthening and a satisfied sigh falling from his lips as he feels the soreness of the night before in his bones. He thinks about the memory, him and Carlos coming in late and throwing their luggage somewhere in the front room as they found their way to each other, hands finding hips and lips catching each other in a passionate kiss they had been holding back since they boarded the plane. They had stumbled into the bedroom, Carlos had flung open the door leading to the balcony - “We’re on our honeymoon, let’s sleep with it open so we can see the scenery” - and then tumbling into bed. Their first time making love as husbands was something else entirely - TK can’t describe how it felt.

The sunlight streaming through the half-haphazardly closed curtain feels nice and warm on his skin and brings his smile to a full force. Beside him, Carlos is sleeping sounding and TK couldn’t ask for a better morning. They’d had so many mornings where they had woken up separately or never went to bed to wake up together because of everything that’s been going on. They’d had such a rough and rocky road to the wedding - a road that TK wasn’t even sure would lead to this moment but now that they’re here he couldn’t be more grateful. He’s married to Carlos and Carlos is married to him, they can face all of the hurt and pain together as a unit. It’s what they do best - taking care of each other.

TK opens his eyes and rolls over, looking at Carlos’ sleeping form. His face is turned towards his, brow finally smoothed out and lips open slightly. TK chuckles softly, he looks so peaceful in his sleep. It’s a peace that Carlos hasn’t known in a few weeks and TK wishes that he could bottle it all up and give it to Carlos when he needs it. His husband carries the weight of the world on his shoulders sometimes. He reaches over and pushes the blanket down and dances his fingers over Carlos’ strong shoulders. TK scoots closer, pushing the blanket down further, and presses soft, ghost-like kisses over Carlos’ golden skin which seems to be even more brilliant and glowing in the morning light.

“Good morning,” Carlos says softly a few minutes later. His voice is rough with sleep - and probably a little rough because of how loud TK made him scream last night, the thought makes TK chuckle.

“Good morning Mr. Reyes-Strand, how are we this morning?” TK asks, nipping at Carlos’ shoulder before pressing another soft kiss over the spot. Carlos rolls under him, shifting their bodies until TK is laying on top of him. TK smiles down at his husband, waiting for his answer patiently.

#911 lone star spoilers #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #t's wip wednesday #911 lone star #i would love thoughts if you read this

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reyescarlos · 2 years

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For this week, I’ll shake it up just a bit and share some of Carlos’ POV for the exes to lovers fic. This takes place in the past during their college years.

“Sometimes I just worry…,” he trails off, blowing out a quick burst of air.

“Worry about what?”

Carlos sighs, looking down and playing with his fingers. He hadn’t meant to let the words slip, but he figures after today’s meeting, it’s obvious he’s had quite a bit on his mind for some time now. And if anyone is capable of getting him to open up more, it’s TK.

“I worry that this is all my life will ever be, you know? Wasting time wishing for things instead of actually having them.”

“What is it that you want?”

Carlos shakes his head and rolls his eyes at himself.

“You’re going to think it’s stupid.”

“I’ll do no such thing,” TK says in an exaggerated offended tone.

It’s enough to make Carlos smile. Anything pertaining to TK seems to pull that out of him, no matter the circumstance.

Carlos straightens his shoulders and sits up, resting his back against the wall. TK remains stretched out on his side, arm and hand propping up his head. His blue-green eyes are assessing. Carlos can’t help but to wonder what TK sees when he looks at him. The full weight of what he feels for TK always feels so bare. Can he tell just how desperately he likes him? Just how badly he wishes for more than friendship?

Carlos lets loose a breath and looks away, so certain the truth is plainly etched on his face.

“I want what everyone else gets to have. Happiness, love. I don’t know. Those things seem far away. A part of me is scared it’ll always be out of reach. And I know. I know I’m still young and all of that. Logically I get it. But still. What if it just…doesn’t happen for me?”

He glances at TK then. He’s unable to read his expression; TK’s brows are furrowed slightly as if in thought or confusion.

Carlos sighs again, his head thumping back onto the wall.

“See? I told you it was stupid.”

TK sits up quickly and places a hand on Carlos’ knee. It makes Carlos’ heart beat faster; he does his best not to look affected.

“It isn’t. Carlos, you are…,” he trails off, looking around the room as if the word he’s looking for is hiding somewhere in the dorm. “You’re so unbelievably incredible. You are going to have all those things and so much more.”

Carlos searches his eyes.

“You really think so?”

TK gives his knee a gentle squeeze. Carlos isn’t sure how much more of this he can take. TK’s touch is both heaven and hell.

“There is no way a guy as amazing as you ends up alone. It’s just not possible.”

“You sound confident,” Carlos muses. “How can you be so sure?”

TK pulls in a breath and Carlos can see his throat bob as he swallows hard.

“Because I already know of at least one guy who would jump at the chance to give you all those things.”

TK doesn’t move and Carlos doesn’t either, so certain that he’s snapped once and for all. Surely these last few weeks of hopelessly pining for TK has led to some sort of breakdown, some kind of distortion in reality.

“Could I kiss you?” TK asks, his voice so soft Carlos barely catches the words.

This isn’t a side of him that Carlos is used to. TK looks unsure of himself and a small but loud part of Carlos has to wonder if TK is merely getting swept up in the moment. He could understand, rationally, if that’s the case. But his heart wouldn’t be able to reason with it the same and that’s the part that gives him pause.

“Only if you really want to. Only if this will actually mean something to you,” he says back, just as quietly.

TK searches his eyes before caressing his cheek with the most gentle touch that sets Carlos’ heart racing at once. He stays still as TK leans into him, his stomach erupting with butterflies flapping so violently, he feels a bit sick.

Somehow time slows and speeds up all at once as he watches TK’s lips part and come closer, until he sees nothing more as his own eyes close. And suddenly, there’s nothing but TK’s soft lips, sensuous and sure moving over his, TK’s hands framing his face, holding him like he’s something to be revered.

Carlos cannot hear anything beyond the blood rushing in his ears, can feel nothing other than his heart battering against his chest as TK pulls back. Carlos can barely breathe, all air sucked out of his lungs.

“Was that okay?” TK asks. It doesn’t sound as if he's faring any better, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos is powerless to do anything other than nod as he leans in for more. He presses his lips to TK’s, knowing what to expect this time, yet still so thoroughly disarmed.

He cradles the back of TK’s head, fingers threading smoothly through his hair as he kisses him deeply. Carlos lets his nails scratch gently against TK’s scalp and relishes in the shiver it sends through TK. Carlos makes a mental note, eager to revisit that some time in the very near future.

Carlos shifts, settling his back against the mattress and letting TK settle on top of him, their kiss never breaking. He feels starved for TK, a man on the brink of death now revived and sustained.

#911 lone star #911 ls fic #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #ronenrubinstein #tusersonia #userthai #tuserpaige #useralie #usernicholas #useream #usersteen #userbones #tusersilence #wip wednesday #kimmy writes

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 8 months

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Fic anon again 📖: oh thank you so much, what a lovely reply, thank you for being so kind! And considerate ❤️ and thank you for being willing to read my first ever Tarlos writing attempt, it means a lot 🥹 I will send it anonymously but you are free to publish my ask on your blog, if that’s okay. I’d love to get some feedback actually ❤️

okay so here goes nothing I guess! It’s short and not edited (apart from me and my over thinking brain 👋) and English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine and not on purpose 😅:

Carlos looks up from his book at the sound of TK barging into their apartment. “Hey babe”, he sounds out of breath. TK quickly closes the sliding door behind him and immediately starts taking off his shoes and jacket.

“Ugh, I need a shower. Like, right now. I feel gross“, TK smells his t-shirt with a disgusted look on his face and rummages around his gym bag he brought home from the station. „And these clothes desperately need a wash, too.“ TK starts throwing a scandalous amount of dirty clothes, socks, underwear and workout apparel on a pile behind him. Well, that explains a lot. Carlos has been wondering where half of TK´s stuff went. (Come to think of it, some of his as well. Interesting.)

And that´s when he is eying two of his favorite sweatshirts making its way onto the increasing mountain of clothes on their living room floor. Of course. Carlos feels a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He puts the book aside, leans over the back of their sofa and watches TK with his head propped up in his hand. That fond smile is about to take over his whole face. “You are a chaotic man, Tyler Kennedy. And a shameless thief“, Carlos says amused. “And if you still think I will be on laundry duty tonight, please think again“, he raises his eyebrows playfully, giving TK´s bend over body a challenging look.

“Don’t worry, babe. I will take care of this mess. You won’t have to lift a finger, promise. I am going to make sure, my husband has the most relaxing evening”, even with his head buried in the depths of his huge NIKE sports bag, Carlos can hear him smile. TK loves to say the word „husband“. Ever since they got married two months ago he likes to casually (he thinks) drops it in conversations at any given moment, doesn’t matter if it’s with the 126, a patient (so he’s heard) or said husband himself (evidently).

“Thank you. Also, who is this husband you keep referring to lately? He sounds nice“, Carlos teases and makes his way over to TK, who is still busy unloading what looks like half of his possessions at this point. What on earth does he keep in there? Carlos shakes his head, coming to a hold behind TK and puts his hands on his shoulders. He squeezes lightly, feeling his fingers touch the soft fabric of TK´s shirt.

TK slowly turns around, big smile still in place. He looks up at Carlos, the sparkle in his eyes so bright, it’s almost blinding. Carlos can’t look away. Not that he wanted to anyways. “Oh, him? Yeah, he is very nice. And VERY handsome. I don’t know how I got so lucky, really“, TK stands up and gently places one hand on Carlos`s hip. The other one finds its way underneath his sweater onto his back, caressing his warm skin, just above the waistband of his jeans. “I definitely need to introduce you guys at some point. I am sure, you’d get along. You two are very similar“, TK winks and Carlos once again shakes his head, rolling his eyes affectionately. His husband is ridiculous. And Carlos loves all of it.

“Hi“, TK whispers, fingers still brushing over soft skin. Carlos leans down and greets him back with a quick peck on the lips. “Hi, yourself“, Carlos smiles, cupping TK´s face and placing a gentle kiss on the right corner of his mouth. “I missed you. How was your day?“, Carlos pulls back, now mustering him with a more serious expression, his eyes darting across TK´s features. “I was a little worried after last night…“

TK sighs, intertwining their hands and letting them lazily swing back and forth between them. “Today was so much better. I think work really helped.“, TK tries a smile and hesitantly shrugs. „But yeah, last night was…really bad. I haven’t felt this restless and anxious in a long time. I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of your shift, I didn’t want to worry you. Just needed to hear your voice, I guess…“, TK murmurs and avoids Carlos`gaze.

“TK, you know, you can always call me, right? I want you to call me“, Carlos lowers his head in concern, searching for TK´s eyes. „And there is absolutely no need to apologise. I am always here for you, you hear me?“, Carlos squeezes TK´s hands for emphasis. TK meets Carlos eyes again and feels this overwhelming wave of warmth washing over him. “I do. Thank you“, his face softening. “I love you, you know that?“, he presses a lingering kiss to Carlos lips. And another one. And one more. For emphasis.

After a while they both pull back, smiling at each other. They stay like this for a quick moment, neither of them ready to step out of their little bubble just yet.

„I hope you’re hungry, I made us dinner“, Carlos says quietly. TK still looks at him, then getting on his tiptoes to fix his reading glasses. He gently pushes them back in place. Carlos forgot he still has them on, but he knows how much TK likes them, so he doesn’t mind. „I heard…“, Carlos takes TK´s hand in his „…that’s what husbands do“, a playful grin is taking over his entire face as he leads them to the dining table, eyes full of mischief.

TK´s laugh echoes through their apartment, before they come to a halt in front of a beautifully set table. “Very grateful you’re taking notes, babe“, he sits down, taking in the fresh flowers, lit candles and freshly baked bread. “This is…so nice”, he looks absolutely in awe.

TK takes a sip of water and suddenly starts sniffling. “Wait, did you make lasagne?“, he excitedly gets up again and tries to catch a glimpse of the food still cooking in the kitchen behind them. “Yes, lasagne, now sit down, please“, Carlos chuckles. “I have never seen anyone being this excited about lasagne. It never gets old“, he says over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen. He starts filling up their plates and carrying them over to the dining room, where a beaming TK is already waiting for him. Carlos is way too endeared for his own good.

“I know it’s your favourite“, Carlos places the plate down in front of TK, then a quick kiss to his temple. TK fondly watches Carlos as he unfolds the napkin, places it over his lap and tentatively takes a first bite. Their plates are still steaming. “Thank you. You’re the best“, he says softly, then starts digging in as well.

They eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Until TK can hear a quiet sigh of defeat coming from across the table.

“TK…”,

Pause

“Are you wearing my shirt?“

Ummm...this is so good!!! I can assure you that you have nothing to feel insecure about!

It hit so many things that I absolutely love: sweet domestic husbands, adorable teasing, chaotic TK, Carlos being comforting and reassuring! Also, them referring to each other as "my husband" is something I currently can't get out of my head in anticipation for it happening in season 5, so TK loving to say it, casually dropping it into conversations with the 126--and even with patients 😂--I LOVE that! Also, TK admiring Carlos in his reading glasses and TK stealing/wearing Carlos' clothes are another two of my favorite things!

Aside from the excellent content, I loved both the dialogue and description. It flowed well, I could see it all playing out in my mind and I think you captured their voices well! Excellent job! If you ever want to send me any more, feel free! And if/when you do decide to post, you should tag me so I don't miss it!!

#anon ask #911 lone star fic

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hoosiergal86 · 1 year

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I am not good with words at all. Way more of a visual person but I just have so many thoughts with how they have to keep touching each other every possible second that I just have to type this out. I'll start with 4X04. A little detail I have noticed is after their initial touch, TK or Carlos always find a way to keep touching or holding on to one another until the last possible moment. Every caress/touch flows into the next one.

1. TK runs to Carlos and cups his face with both hands. Instead of just holding him, he adds little soft, caressing circles on his cheeks trying to get him to open his eyes. “Stay with me, baby.” As he picks up the morphine vial, his other hand is still under his head. Once he realizes the severity of the situation, his fingers immediately check for a pulse while his other hand is under his head again. It accelerates into rubbing his hand across his fiancé’s chest to see if he’ll wake up. All the while TK’s right hand is still supporting his head.

2. Now TK works to resuscitate his fiancé’s life. As Carlos’s head turns to the side with TK frightened and thinking the worse, TK’s hand is still laying on Carlos’s chest. The moment he breaks that touch is to grab the Narcan.

3. Once Carlos is revived, TK’s immediate reaction is to grab ahold of him to calm him down. First by his arm. Then to his shoulder with one hand while his other hand rests on his leg. At this point, Carlos realizes his fiancé is beside him. Carlos’s hand relaxes and rests on TK’s arm. TK’s left hand moves from Carlos’s leg to caressing his chest in a circular motion. Then moves to a gentle caress on his cheek, calming him down. “It’s okay.” “It’s okay.” You can see Carlos physically relax as his dad hugs him and TK gently strokes his shoulder with his thumb.

4. Of course TK has to help wheel Carlos to the ambulance. If they cannot touch at this possible moment, they will make sure to be in the closest proximity of each other. As Carlos tries to get out of going to this hospital, he just has to grab ahold of TK’s hand. He didn’t just lay his hand on top but cupped TK’s hand, and Carlos intertwined his thumb around TK’s.

5. “Oh baby, you saved your own life. I was just holding on to it for a little while.” This right here is my favorite sequence. Both of them touching one another at the same time. Reacting to the other’s touch. All in one fluid motion. First TK places his hand on Carlos’s shoulder while Carlos brings his hand to TK’s face with his thumb resting on his cheek. “It’s yours.” TK’s hand then moves to Carlos’s cheek making small caressing circles. At this moment, notice how they are departing from one another. They don’t just move their hands away. With TK, he caresses his hand from Carlos’s cheek, to his neck, down his shoulder then back up his arm before the contact ends. With Carlos, his hand is caressing down TK’s cheek. Then notice his thumb caressing down by his chin with his fingers following down the same path. It doesn't stop there. His entire hand glides down TK’s chest. Not once but twice. As Carlos is being raised into the ambulance, TK still has his hand resting on Carlos’s arm. The only reason the touch is broken apart is so they can wheel the gurney all the way back. Both just have to keep touching until the last possible second.

Ronen and Rafa adding all of these tiny details to their scenes makes them so natural and believable. I feel like they have been getting softer and softer as the seasons progress.

#tarlos #my banners #Carlos Reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #911lsedit #episode 4 #Season 4 #I edited this so many times #hope it is understandable #they make my heart happy

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paperstorm · 2 years

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WIP WEDNESDAY (even tho it's Tuesday)

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland

This is from the tag for episode 1x8; Carlos sitting by TK's hospital bed and having all of his feelings.

“Hi, TK,” Carlos whispers.

He’s still so beautiful. It doesn’t seem fair. It should definitely be impossible. He’s in a hospital bed with a bandage on his chest and tubes in his nose, and he can’t wake up. He should look sallow; his cheeks should be hollowed and his skin should be dull and lifeless. But he’s perfect. Any lines of worry are smoothed from his face, his dark eyelashes are fanned out preciously over his skin, his mouth is relaxed. He doesn’t look wounded or sick or like he’s trapped in there somewhere fighting for his life. He looks peaceful. Just like he’s asleep.

This is only the second time Carlos has seen him asleep, and there are agonizing twinges in his gut as he remembers how lovely TK had looked with his head on Carlos’s pillow. How serene and how innocent. Carlos had watched him for a long time after TK dozed off, just lied there next to him, listening to him breathe, watching dreams play out in the scattered twitching of his eyelids. He was beautiful then, and he’s beautiful now, even though this time he isn’t bravely letting himself fall asleep in Carlos’s bed and trusting Carlos to keep him safe. This time he’s in a hospital and he might not wake up.

“I don’t know what to say,” Carlos tells him. He sniffs and wipes his dripping nose. “I just saw you yesterday. And you’re not gone, you’re right here in front of me, but I miss you. I miss you like it’s been months since I’ve heard you laugh.”

The slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is equal parts an irritant in the otherwise quiet room and the most beautiful sound Carlos has ever heard, because it means TK is alive. It means his heart is still pumping.

“I like your laugh. I like the way your nose scrunches up. I like how cute you are when you’re annoyed. I like how you play tough but you’re really gentle underneath, even though you don’t want anyone to know that. I like how brave you are. I like how much cooler you are than me, but I can still get you flustered so easy. I like so many things about you, and I never told you most of them because I didn’t think you’d let me. But you can’t stop me right now, can you?”

Carlos’s hands flex on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch TK. His skin is so tantalizing, Carlos always wants to have his hands on him, but this time TK can’t consent to it. He doesn’t even know Carlos is here. And it’s always been so important to him that TK be fully on board with anything and everything because he has suffered so much and Carlos refuses to be one more thing on the list of his hurts.

He only lasts a minute or two. He digs his short fingernails into the fleshy part of his palm and then he lifts his hand, letting it hover for a moment over TK’s forearm. Carlos holds his breath, because if he lowers it and TK is cold or clammy Carlos thinks the chances that he’ll be able to avoid bursting into tears are almost zero. But TK isn’t. Carlos slides light fingertips over his arm and he’s warm. Soft and familiar and so warm, so much life left inside him.

All the breath leaves his lungs in an exhausted rush of air. “You need to wake up,” he tells TK, leaning forward in his chair and curling his fingers in to press them against the vulnerable inside of TK’s elbow. With his other hand he reaches to TK’s face, drawing the backs of his knuckles slowly over TK’s cheek. It’s warm, too, and prickly with second-day stubble, and Carlos wants to kiss it so badly.

“You just need to,” he says again. “I know you like to argue and you hate to be what people expect. But tough shit, okay? You just have to come back. Nobody’s ready to live without you. They’re all here, all your friends, your dad. We’re all waiting for you and people have lives to live so you gotta stop keepin’ us waiting.”

TK’s eyelids flutter, just a little, just once, and then he stills again.

“I need more time, TK.” Carlos’s voice breaks. “I haven’t convinced you to let me love you, yet.”

He lets his hand move, sliding up the soft inside of TK’s arm and holding it, fingers slotted underneath the sleeve of his hospital gown. He scoots forward a bit more in his chair and teeters on the edge of it, leaned as far over as he can short of climbing into the bed with TK. He desperately wants to do that, but knows he can’t. Even if TK were awake – no, even once TK is awake – Carlos still probably shouldn’t do that. They have a difficult time keeping their hands off each other, and TK has a bullet wound in his chest.

He smooths his other hand over TK’s hair. It’s so soft, and it feels so nice between his fingers, and it had smelled so good in the morning. On the one morning TK let him have. Carlos doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets another.

Tagging some new writers pals and of course my wife <3 @storms-s @cinnaluminum @musette22

#tag meme #paper-storm writes #911 lone star #tarlos

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sapphire11 · 2 years

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Sneak Peak of this weeks Chapter (also my WIP Wednesday snippet) Header by the wonderfully amazing @chaotictarlos

They make it safely to the couch, Carlos pushing TK to sit and then moving off into another part of the house to do something that TK doesn’t really pay attention to. Instead he slowly takes in the space around him. Now that he’s made it past the initial wave of everything he allows himself to wade through the gentle waters of comfort. The couch he’s sitting on is comfortable, soft and TK sinks into its embrace. A chuckle escapes at the thought that it’s exactly the kind of couch he’d choose; big enough for two grown men to cuddle on for movie nights or other activities.

Carlos comes back into the room, extending a steaming mug of what smells like chamomile tea to TK.

“Thank you,” TK mumbles as he takes the mug, leaning into the steam and inhaling the fragrant scent of chamomile mixed with more. Carlos settles onto the couch a fair distance away from TK and a feeling of unease washes over him. He wants to shift closer, bridge the gap, but he also wants to respect that it’s not just his feelings he should be thinking about right now. The comfort he feels from having Carlos close is clearly making the other man a little uncomfortable. Instead of focusing on any of those feelings TK takes a careful sip of the hot liquid, humming and allowing a small smile of content to form as he closes his eyes to bask in the feelings swirling around him.

“Is that…”

“Vanilla and cinnamon….” Carlos interjects.

“A family recipe.” TK finishes and he opens his eyes in time to see surprise and hope flash across Carlos’ face. The emotions are gone in a flash, schooled behind the best poker face TK’s seen in a long time. It worries him a little bit that Carlos is working so hard to hide how he’s feeling. It feels wrong.

Carlos clears his throat, “My mother’s recipe, you told me I ruined chamomile tea for you the first time I made it and you haven’t been able to drink it any other way since.”

TK nods, “I can see why.” Silence blankets them for a few minutes and TK pretends to look around the loft, while truly taking a moment to observe Carlos out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry.”

Carlos’ eyes snap to his. “You have nothing to be sorry for TK.”

He shakes his head, “I’m clearly making you uncomfortable. In your home.”

“It’s your home too TK.” Carlos sighs, shifting an inch closer on the couch, clearly fighting a desire for physical connection.

“You can touch me, you know.” TK cocks his head, “It makes me feel safe.” He holds a hand up to stall whatever Carlos is going to say in reply and looks away as he barrels on, “and look, I know that doesn’t really make sense. None of this makes sense, but I still feel all these things. It’s like my senses are tied to these missing memories and the feelings are all still there, it's just the picture that’s missing.”

A hand lands on his knee, stalling his ramblings, but an encouraging look and a soft swipe of Carlos’ thumb push him forward.

“The taste of vanilla and cinnamon chamomile feels like family,” TK smiles softly at Carlos. “The feel of your hand in mine, thumb rubbing across knuckles feels like safety.” An inch closer on the couch, “The smell of your pillow, and your shirt, the sound of your voice, they all feel like coming home.” Another shift closer together in sync this time.

“I know, I know, it doesn’t make any sense when I can’t remember you. But I want to Carlos, I don’t want this to just be another dream I wake up from. I want this to be real.”

#WIP Wednesday #911 lone star #TK amnesia fic #amnesia fic #I was lost in the feelings of the memories

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alrightbuckaroo · 1 year

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What Is A Promise If Not Your Hand In Mine?

Chapter: 1/1 | Rating: General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 565 | TK might not wake up, and Carlos can’t even hold his hand. TK might not wake up, and all Carlos wants to do is hold his hand. A post 3x04 prompt fill for, "Can I hold your hand" from the 100 Ways to Say I Love You list

When TK can’t suppress his nerves, he has a very easy tell. He holds his hands to his mouth; as if he’s stopping all the words he actually wants to say.

When TK wants to comfort Carlos, he expresses it in the softness of his touch. He’ll place a gentle hand on Carlos’ face, reminding him that he’s here.That he’s still right here.

TK might not wake up, and Carlos can’t even hold his hand. TK might not wake up, and all Carlos wants to do is hold his hand.

continued ao3 <3

#the sun is shining once again so we're finding a new way to say i love you #series: this is what falling in love feels like #series: all things end but we begin again #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos fanfic #tk strand #carlos reyes #911lsfic #911 ls fic #911 lone star fic #my writing

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galacticlee3 · 2 years

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Telling the Obey Me Boys You Like Tks (part one)

This edition includes the older brothers, but I’ll happily do the rest of the bros and the datables if you all enjoy! I already have some ideas hehehe

Warnings: just some soft tickle fluff! mentions of sfw tickle community

Lucifer

You were doing some homework at your desk, your DDD playing your favorite music. Your door was open, but it was late at night, so you didn’t think anyone would bother you.

As you pondered over the math question, your hand subconsciously drifted down to your stomach, your blunt nails gently tracing over the skin. It made you jump and a wobbly smile made its way onto your face.

You had always used this method to self-soothe, tickling, especially gentle, always got you in a better mood

Continuing to mimic someone else's hands skittering over your stomach, you squeaked, soft huffs of laughter spilling out as you gripped the pencil tighter, eventually having too much fun to pay attention to your math. Your nails came around to your neck and under your knees, making you scrunch a bit. You switched quickly between spots, eventually giggling quietly and spinning around in your chair kicking your feet. You were just feeling really giddy until you heard a low chuckle.

There was Lucifer, leaning on your doorframe, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.

“Having fun there, MC?” Your face was on fire, and you scrambled for your homework to cover your face, only your eyes peeking out

“How-when-uh. W-why are you here Lucifer? It’s late.”

“Well, I was coming up to talk to you about Mammon’s recent outburst, but you seem…distracted,” he started picking at his nails idly before smirking and maintaining direct eye contact to make you squirm

You groaned and turned away from him, feeling embarrassed, not noticing how he was walking towards you

In one swift movement he picked you up from where you were sitting and planted himself down on your chair, settling you on his lap. “All you had to do was ask. Now, let's pick up where you left off, shall we?”

Mammon

Mammon is all about physical affection, whether it’s romantic or platonic, makes him feel assured and especially values it from people he’s close to

He’s always hanging off one of his brothers or swinging an arm around MC as they walk to class, he relishes having people close

So when he learns you’re ticklish, he will absolutely take advantage of it bc, it’s another way to bond with you!

and you look adorable with a giggly smile and squinty eyes, he can’t get enough of it

Feel like he’s a switch in general bc he just loves both sides of it bc it lets him have fun with his lee but when it comes to MC, he’s a playful, soft ler

Cause he’s always worried about breaking his human y’know?

Loves to cuddle with you and have you lay back on him, all cozy, and then trace shapes into your sides and tummy to make you laugh sweetly, or just quietly squirm in his arms

Although, he never wants to make you uncomfortable, so he will stop just when you’re having fun, a gentle smile on his face, he doesn’t want this time to end soon so he makes sure you’re not overwhelmed or overstimulated by the tickles, because he knows that they can be a lot for some people

but his heart will absolutely melt if you tuck your head into his chest and quietly ask for more because, you??? Enjoying this as much as he does???

if he could die again he would

Mams adores you

Leviathan

Already headcanon this boy as touch starved, he loves physical affection but often has a large mental block towards it because he doesn’t feel like he is deserving of it most of the time

But after he gets closer with MC and they teach him to be more confident in himself, he finds himself becoming increasingly fond of their affection

Levi spends most of his time on forums and talking to people online, like most of us, he probably went looking for other people to talk about his feelings with and in doing so, he found the tickle community himself. Its not something he would ever admit to someone else, at least not unprovoked.

You and Levi were watching the newest episode of How Can My Best Friend Secretly Have The Same Interest as Me? in his room, both of you swaddled in blankets and smushed together.

As high pitched laughter came through the screen, you felt Levi tense up beside you as your cheeks also flushed a bit. There was a tickle scene in this episode, the main character was wrecking their nerdy best friend because he wouldn’t give their manga back. As the character on screen snorted through their giggles you couldn’t help but coo, this was just adorable!

Levi’s eyes went wide, and he squirmed a bit into you, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Levi? You okay?” His mind was racing a mile a minute, he couldn’t tell you! What if you found him weird? He was just a yucky otaku, why in the world would you want to put your hands on him, let alone tickle him, wh-

Your arms wrapped around him and you squeezed his sides with slow, gentle pressure to pull him out of his head. “Levi? Something wrong? You’re very squirmy, are you- ohhhhh~”

You smiled down at him gently with a mischievous look in your eyes, “Levi, are you ticklish?” He squeaked and leaned into the gentle squeezes, shaking his head, but not verbally denying it. “Well, I’ll just have to do some investigating I guess!” You took your hands off him and unfurled the blanket monster, seeing a wonderfully blushing demon trying to hide his wobbly smile. He could have easily pushed you off or scooted backwards, but instead he leaned into your shoulder, anticipatory giggles muffled by your shirt.

You almost combusted right then and there because he was just so cute, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Gentle tickles up his sides and back made him squirm and giggle into you, all while hiding his face and eventually hugging you, his arms wrapped securely around your torso as you tickles him to happy little pieces.

As it turns out, you were also a member of the community and his eyes went the widest you’ve ever seen them, you guys spent the rest of the night talking about it and he’s so grateful to have a friend who understands his love for the playful affection, especially his Henry.

#galactic writes #galactic scenarios #galactic headcanons #obey me #tickle fic #sfw tickle community #lee!reader #ler!reader #ler!lucifer #lee!leviathan #ler!mammon #obey me tickle #obey me tickle fic #obey me tickles

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monako-jinn-stories · 3 years

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Clones and Their Favorite Time to Have Sex

I woke up and I immediately had Howzer cuddling thoughts and then it turned into morning sex with Howzer thots so I decided I must make this list

Howzer: Howzer loves morning sex. He loves the warmth and intimacy it has. This man’s only goal in life is to make you feel loved and cared for, and he feels like slow morning sex is a great way to show that physically

Rex: Rex is also a morning sex person. He loves the softness and, like Howzer, the intimacy and warmth. Rex doesn’t get rough unless he knows you’re okay with it, so morning sex is perfect for him

Cody: Cody loves sex right after he gets home. It’s usually late evening or night, and he needs to immediately destress. His paperwork can wait, he needs you right now

Echo: Both before and after the citadel, Echo likes night sex. Before the citadel, he likes it because it calms him down and brings him back from the battles, it grounds him. After the citadel, it’s the best time to see you and get time away from the rest of the Batch (and since he lost his parts in the explosion, he gets to focus on pleasing you)

Fives: Fives loves midday sex. It gets him going. It’s like a little energy boost, and it brings his spirits back up. It’s a little reminder of what’s waiting for him back at home, and it gives him that much more determination to get the job done as fast as possible so he can go home to you

Jesse: Jesse loves afternoon sex. The hottest part of the day involves doing the hottest thing he knows with the hottest person he knows. It’s just all hot, and he loves it every time

Hardcase: Hardcase loves middle of the night sex. Especially if one of you wakes the other up by touching/giving. He wakes up and his cock is in your mouth? Pitch black outside? He goes wild. He loves it so much. You’re both barely awake but fucking as if your lives depend on it

Kix: Kix love night sex. He gets back from the medbay in the evening and needs a little time to recharge, but then he’s ready to get at it. And he’s a medic, he knows how sex makes you sleep better, so he thinks right before bed is beneficial for many reasons

Tup: Tup loves morning sex. He’s a soft and gentle person, and morning sex is a soft and gentle thing. He loves when you run your fingers through his messy bed hair, and he loves burying his face in your neck and feeling your morning warmth

Dogma: Dogma loves night sex. He has very stressful days, and having a way to relax after them and clear his mind is very important for him. And it’s the time he gets to spend with you most, so it’s special to him, just like you’re special to him

Gregor: Gregor loves night sex. Whether it’s after a long, hard shift at the diner, or a long, hard day training the TK troopers, it’s nice to have something to look forward to when he gets home. And he likes to romance you before, having a nice dinner, watching holo videos on the couch before he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bed. He loves imagining the stars above you and how they’ll never be as stunning as you

Waxer: Waxer loves morning sex. It gets him going for the day. He’s energized after it, fueled by the amazing way you make him feel. It gives him motivation to get up to shenanigans

Boil: Contrary to Waxer, Boil loves night sex. It’s a good way to destress after a long day dealing with Waxer’s shenanigans. And he sleeps better after, especially if he’s holding you

Wolffe: Wolffe loves evening sex. Especially if he has a view of the sunset while he’s ruining you. You just look so gorgeous to him with the colorful sky in the background. It’s also nice after a long and stressful day. You take care of him after dinner, giving each other all the dessert you can

Fox: Fox love middle of the night sex. His shifts always end late, and he immediately comes home and just needs you. If you’re sleeping, he’ll gently wake you up by touching/giving. Sometimes he likes to try and make you cum in your sleep. But then when you do wake up, he fucks you until you’re both satisfied and ready to sleep the rest of the night

Hunter: Hunter loves morning sex. He wakes up and immediately wants to be as close as possible to you. Nothing is a better start to his day than feeling you and just breathing you

Tech: Tech loves midday sex. Especially if he’s in the middle of a project and he just can’t get through it. He takes a break to clear his mind and fuck it out, and then after the takes care of you and cleans up, he’s right back to work

Wrecker: Wrecker loves afternoon sex. He’s all excited after blowing stuff up, adrenaline rushing, and he loves to use it to give you a good time

Crosshair: Crosshair loves middle of the night sex. Whether it’s because you stayed out late, or you both randomly woke up horny, he loves it. The idea of having to be quiet and sneaky while his brothers sleep around you? Amazing. And he’s also more of a night person anyway, so it’s a nice way to prepare for bed

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doopy-n-loopy · 3 years

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Yan!Tobi/obito × reader headcannons

I've been thinking about these scenarios all friggin week, I just GOTTA make this post

// Obsessiveness, yandere, sexual stuff, also some noncon

Some backstory:

After being recruited by the Akatsuki, you noticed a certain... Someone paying special attention to you. You started noticing it when you went on missions with them and hung around the base why they were there. That person was Tobi

And of course, what they do differs on who you know... Do you know Tobi or Obito?

Tobi

[Sfw]

Tobi giggles whenever he sees you and hides behind a corner like a schoolgirl

Tobi gets all flustered under his mask when you talk to him

Tobi constantly compliments you

When Deidara is bullying Tobi, he'll hide behind you

Tobi took a whiff of your hair once, like, audibly. You could fucking tell this mfer sniffed up your hair and you just shiver kinda hot tho ngl

Gets all giddy when he's assigned a mission with you

"Yayyy Tobi gets to go on a mission with y/n senpai!"

Brings you some dango and snacks at times how sweet

When you take a break on a mission he'll sit next to you

When you go to sleep on a mission he'll wait till you're asleep to curl up by you

You know he does this but you're always too tired to make a fuss

It also helps when it's cold, he's surprisingly warm

B a b y

He's just so adorable

Will nuzzle your face with his mask

When you two are alone he'll use the honorific "chan" with you

Always seems very protective over you, whenever someone is talking to you he'll interrupt and find a way to get you to himself

[Nsfw]

Tobi will make semi sexual remarks to you

"Tobi like Y/n chan's cute body!"

Makes you a bit flustered

Tobi will ALWAYS find a way to have his hands on you

He's being chased by Deidara and he runs into your chest and just snuggles up in there pleading for you to save him

When he hugs you, it's fast and tight and he picks you up so you don't have much time to react, this way he secretly grabs your ass or thighs

Sometimes he'll say something sexual and play it off like he didn't know what it meant just to see your flustered face

Imagine: you're making salad and he walks up and goes "I knew y/n senpai likes having their salad tossed!" Which makes your ENTIRE FACE turn red because he ALWAYS does it when someone else is around, that time Kisame was around and he cracked up

Whenever someone makes a sexual remark towards you he'll always make sure he calls them out on it

If you're in a deep sleep you will not wake up for the life of you, and Tobi knows when you are. So he'll usally come up to you and dry hump you lightly, moaning quietly

He usually tries to refrain from kidnapping because he doesn't really have a private house where he can keep you but if it comes to that point he WILL take you, then his Obito side will come out

Obito

[Sfw]

Obito comes up behind you and hugs you whenever you're doing something

He rests his head on his shoulder

He usually also says sweet things into your ear like "you're mine" and "I love you"

Or he stays silent which is good too

He's much more touchy than Tobi poor touch starved bb and his hugs are way deeper, to the point where you can feel his heartbeat

He plays with your hair, twirling it around his finger

Plants soft kisses onto the back of your neck or anywhere he can get tk easily

Also sometimes licks you

If you ever make out with him, he'll go rough with his tounge to make you moan

Nibbles your ear at times

So.many.compliments.

His voice is quieter and smoother around you

Sometimes uses his sharingan to make you uncomfortable or to threaten you

You start talking and if you say something he doesn't like, he'll peer at you through the mask

Any guy who talks to you better pray they die quickly

[Nsfw]

Doesn't do much sexual stuff to you before he kidnaps you, the most he'll do is stare silently at your ass or check you out and smirk

Or when you two are alone, he'll stay a certain distance from you and put his hand through the other dimension and out to your dimension just to reach to your ass and slap it hard enough to leave a red mark so it stings for a couple days

But when he does- oh boy

When you're alone you better hope he's at least a little gentle

Because if he's not he'll go all out

He'll wake you up in the middle of the night with his dry humping and moaning

"y/n..."

His smooth seductive voice will send shivers down your neck as he moans out your name

He usually will wait for sex but if you deny it for too long, he will force it onto you

And because you made him wait, he won't go nice

He will absolutely destroy every hole in your body

It turns him on when you cry

He gives you hickeys during sex

He will take you on any surface ne finds- ANY.

If he can't find a clean surface then he'll pick you up and hop you on his dick

If you piss him off during sex he'll slap you across the face hard enough to leave a red mark

He loves to hear your whimpering and he'll make sure you know that

Sometimes forces you to look into his eyes

Uses his sharingan to cast a genjutsu on you at times to make you feel more pleasure or cum if you're having a hard time

Usually will cum in you but other times will cum on you, especially in your underwear and he will make you wear that underwear for the rest of the day no matter what you say

Bites your toungue while making out with you at times, but only lightly

Rough make out session, sessions that make you drool and pant

If you rip a shirt he'll usually leave you shirtless for a week

Lord help if you rip pants or your asscheek slightly shows

He'll go feral and probably destroy you every day

Make you praise his cock

He bought some sexy stuff for you to wear once, he likes seeing you in it from time to time

Just so fucking horny holy crap

Into chains and stuff so he'll handcuff you to your bedframe or tie you up using rope

Honestly couldn't think of anymore, if I do I'll make a part 2

Requests are open! Pop into my ask box to ask for a story

Song that reminds me of them:

#obito #naruto #akatsuki #yandere #yandere obito #my hcs #headcanon #obito uchiha #akatsuki x reader #yandere akatsuki #yandere naruto x reader #yandere naruto #naruto x reader

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