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loserdiaz · 2 years

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wastin' my time when it was always you

buck/eddie | rated M | 20k words |

chapter 1/7 | 3k words

"Do you think it'll be like this forever?" Eddie whispers, as low as he can, so as to not wake Maddie up.

"What do you mean?" Evan tilts his head and frowns, confused.

"You and me. Us, being best friends. You think we can have this forever?" Eddie really hopes so. He likes building blanket forts with Evan and his sister, he likes going on adventures with his best friend and pretending they're pirates together. He likes all of it and he doesn't want it to ever end.

"Yeah, Eds. Duh!"

"You promise?"

"Promise." They both hook their pinky fingers and maybe they don't know it then, but that will be one of the most important promises they make in their life. And one of the hardest to keep as well.

or:

The one where they're childhood best friends, life separates them and then, years later, they find each other again.

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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••• Just me and you and it feels right || tarlos

For: @tarlosweeklyprompts “Sexy time with Tarlos featuring sex toys” | Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 3568 | Warnings: Brat TK, Sexting, (kind of), M x M smut, anal fingering, anal sex, facials

Summary:TK is a brat.

Author's Note: This got away from me a bit but I enjoyed it. I hope you guys do too! Thank you Day for being my beta for this! You’re the best! Title from the song “Greenlight” by the Jonas Brothers because I couldn’t think of anything else.

for @bubblesandroses8 and @detective-giggles

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TK Strand is a brat.

That is just a fact and Carlos will and has argued it with people who don’t agree with him. Of course, not everyone was privy to seeing TK being a brat. Like right now, Carlos knew that he was the only one that was getting the most obscene and teasing photos sent to him while on shift. (Well, other people might also be getting sexy photos during work but nobody was getting sexy photos from TK - that was just Carlos.)

TK is a brat and he is too damn good at being one, especially when he wasn’t at work and Carlos was - which was rare these days now that they were engaged and building a life together. (They were able to, after a lot of begging, switching shifts and promising others to cover for them when they might need it, to get most of their shifts lined up so they could spend their days off together to plan the wedding and just enjoy each other.)

It’s one of those very few days where Carlos has to work and TK doesn’t. Days like this always seem to make TK be a little more bratty because he’s home alone and tends to have a lot of time on his hands - unless Carlos leaves him with things to do or TK has plans with one of their friends - and he uses that free time to be a menace to Carlos.

Carlos’ phone vibrates against his desk again and he has to hold back a groan as he reaches for it. He knows when he opens the text message from TK it’s going to be another punishment. Carlos could choose not to look at it, but he also enjoys it when TK’s a brat and teases him.

His thumb slides across the screen and he taps in his passcode, a silent curse leaving his lips as he looks at the most recent picture. TK is laying on his back, legs in the air as he tugs on - or off - a pair of cheetah print panties. Another one quickly follows, this one of TK laying on his stomach, naked, and looking back at the camera with a mischievous little smirk on his face.

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wheelsupin-five · 2 years

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Like Lovers, Like Gods

Buck/Eddie Tags: Fluff, Body worship (non sexual!!), Trans!Buck Summary: Eddie shows Buck just how loved he is WC 864

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Pillowed in muted light, the sun blurs through dark curtains as warm hands trail Buck’s body. He threads his fingers in Eddie’s hair, tugging gently, earning him a low hum against his lips. He’s pressing Eddie into the mattress, hips flush, surrounding each other until all he can think about is him. The heat of Eddie’s skin, the planes of his body, the beat of his heart beneath his ribs.

Here, time doesn’t matter, seconds catching on his fingertips, they have all day.

Eddie pulls him closer and flips them both, Buck now enveloped in him, wholly consumed.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie mumbles against him, words like honey as his lips travel to the hinge of his jaw. Palms smooth over Buck’s chest, thumbs brushing over the seam of the scars under his pecs.

“Eddie…” Buck isn’t sure how to finish the sentence, a light flush dusting his cheeks.

Eddie’s lips follow the clean lines under his hands. “Every scar’s a testament of your strength.” His hands spread over Buck’s stomach soft and reassuring.

Buck’s fingers link weakly around Eddie’s wrists as Eddie shifts back onto his knees. His grip breaks when Eddie moves to the end of the bed and settles between his feet. Buck props himself up on his elbows and meets his eyes, dark and warm. Something in them — the heat, the familiarity, the knowledge — fills him so completely that he thinks this may be forever.

Eddie’s hands run from Buck’s ankles to his knees. His cheek nudges against Buck’s bent knee, eyes fluttering closed, eyelashes fanning his cheeks. The ugly ladder truck scar is then met with warm lips.

“I love you,” Eddie says against his skin, and Buck can feel the weight of every letter being pressed into it.

“I love you,” Buck echos softly. He reaches, fingers brushing against Eddie’s bare shoulder.

Eddie’s hand smooths over the now distorted tattoo on his calf, gentle and safe, just like he does when it’s too cold and the pain is bone deep.

His touch slowly slides up over his thighs, warm and steady. There’s no ulterior motive, no secret agenda, no want; just love. It makes Buck want to cry. He drops his gaze.

“Evan,” Eddie says, ducking his head to meet Buck’s eyes. His name is safe on his tongue, always soft, never bitten.

Words die in the back of Buck’s throat, turning into a broken whimper as Eddie’s hands slip over his hips and up onto his sides. Warm lips meet his stomach, just above his navel, and Eddie looks like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Buck’s palms graze over Eddie’s shoulders and down his arms, basking in him. In Eddie. The golden heat that bleeds from his skin.

“You give and give yourself to other people. From saving lives to dropping everything to help a friend, I’ve seen you give things up time and time again for the people you care about. Let me give something back,” Eddie says, flat hands roaming the warm expanse of his torso, lips close behind, lingering over the ink of his tattoos. “I am so proud of you, Buck,” he murmurs into the scars on his chest.

Buck doesn’t know how to respond to the words that bloom warmth behind his ribs, so he cradles Eddie’s face, and gently guides him back to his lips. The weight of Eddie’s body against his own, the soft give of Eddie’s muscles under his palms, it’s all warm and familiar. It feels like home.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Buck ducks his head to place a kiss on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Just be yourself,” Eddie replies, lips against his cheek before shifting to where his neck and shoulder meet. “You’re deserving of this Buck. Of everything I can give you and more.” His lips trail down to the inside of Buck’s bicep, the crook of his elbow, his wrist, all points where his heart hums beneath his skin. He presses a final kiss to the palm of Buck’s hand before intertwining their fingers and kissing his knuckles. “You’ve been through so much, yet still choose to be kind. There’s nothing stronger than that.”

“Is that how I won you over?” Buck half-jokes. Only half. He learned as a kid how love was brought, but slowly between Eddie and therapy, he thinks that maybe it’s not something he has to earn anymore. Just maybe.

“Buck,” Eddie says against his mouth. Buck can taste his name, sweet, on his lips. “You will never have to ‘win’ or earn my love. You have it unconditionally and eternally.”

Eddie lies down beside him, tangling their legs and laying their joined hands over Buck’s stomach, letting them rise and fall with his breath. The words hang in the air but they aren’t heavy, they’re gentle and safe, just like Eddie.

Buck shifts slightly to let them be pressed closer together, skin to skin, chest to chest.

If time were to end right here and now, he’d be okay being stuck in this moment forever, endlessly content and loved. He hopes Eddie feels it too.

“Good,” Buck presses a kiss to Eddie’s hair, “because I’m not going anywhere.”

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rogerzsteven · 2 years

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Cold

Behind the door, Buck is standing— trembling on his feet, drenched to the skin like a drowned rat with raindrops dripping on the ground from his wet hair. His grey sweatpants and shirt are looking completely black and sticking to his skin because they are completely wet. Buck is soaked from top to toe, and violent shakes are wrecking his whole body.

"Buck?"

"H-h-hi." Buck says, but Eddie barely hears it because of the way Buck's teeth are chattering.

What the hell happened?

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Buck has mild hypothermia. Eddie warms him up.

bad things happen bingo: shaking and shivering

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zashizawa · 2 years

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i really fucked it up this time (didn't i, my dear?)

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"Chris is gonna be happy to see his Buck again."

"Yeah?" Buck breathed. For once, he sounded hopeful, and Eddie?

He couldn't help but feel like somehow, he dodged a bullet.

(Somewhere else, he doesn't.)

(Or, what happens when Eddie gets shot in a world without Evan Buckley?)

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loserdiaz · 2 years

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eyes like sinking ships (in waters so inviting)

buck/eddie | rated T | 7.9k words | complete

happy birthday, kels my love! @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid

"See, Chris! No sharks!" He beams and splashes water around him for emphasis.

What happens next goes so quickly, it's a little bit of a blur.

Chris gets closer to the shore, watching Eddie make a fool of himself at the same time the hot lifeguard stretches. Tan muscles tightening up and— ohmyfuckinggod— those biceps are so fucking big. Eddie's brain kinda short circuits as he keeps swimming backwards in the water. He's an idiot and he's so distracted drooling over hot lifeguard that he doesn't see the fucking literal red flags signaling a rip current. Eddie can't even process anything when he's being pulled down with such force that takes him by surprise.

or;

Buck is a hot lifeguard and Eddie is hopeless.

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loserdiaz · 2 years

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baby, let the games begin | 3.3k

1/1 chapter. buck/eddie. teen and up audiences.

"You think he likes her?" Eddie can't refrain himself from asking, his hands now down and his gaze again on Buck and that Lucy girl.

Maybe Eddie should change his name to Lucy. Maybe then Buck would flirt with him, make the first move.

Hen smirks, making Eddie glower at just how amused she is at his suffering.

Hen snorts. “You’ve got it bad, Edmundo.”

Eddie scrunches up his face, not taking his eyes away from Buck. “I’m well aware, Henrietta.”

"What is the freaking holdup? Let's play ball!" Eddie gets up and yells, picking up his bat and getting out of the dugout.

Buck startles and throws him a confused look, tilting his head to the side like a puppy would do. It's so adorable and Eddie kinda hates it at the moment. ( No, he doesn't. )

or;

There's a baseball game, Eddie pines and Hen is so done with these two idiots.

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loserdiaz · 2 years

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one single thread of gold ( tied me to you )

buck/eddie, teen and up audiences, 1/1 chapter, 4.6k words.

Eddie doesn't know much about Chris' science teacher, except that he's his son favorite and apparently knows everything there's to know. ( Those were Christopher's words. )

So when he enters the classroom, expecting an old man dressed nicely but a little old-fashioned as the science teacher, his whole life crashes to a halt.

"Evan?" The man who's leaning against the desk, looking at some papers, suddenly startles and looks up at Eddie with wide blue eyes.

"Holy shit," It's what the man says after spending at least a minute opening and closing his mouth.

or;

Eddie met Evan when he was a bartender in Peru and Eddie was on vacation with his cousins. They had a one night stand and Eddie woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a disappointed heart. Just for the same guy to end up being Chris' teacher years after.

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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finding the sun in a world of shadows

Prompt: For this weeks @tarlosweeklyprompts prompt “TK wipes the sweat from his brow as he looks around the field and listens. He's sure he heard something, a voice, but with how long he had been working out in the field it could have just been his imagination. He turns back to his work and is ready to push the thought from his mind when he hears it again. This time louder and more close.

"Help!"”

Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Mature | Warnings: apocalypse au, vampires, NOT A COVID FIC, mild violence, (in later chapters) (more warnings may be added as fic goes on)

Summary: In a post-apocalyptical world, two lost souls find each other.

Author's Note: I'm actually really excited to write this fic. I've never written anything like this and it's been fun to start to build this world. Thank you to @noxsoulmate for being my beta and allowing me to sound board. Thank you to @sapphire11 also for hearing out my various ideas. Comments are always appreciated!

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Gravel crunches under his feet as he makes his way down the path as slowly and carefully as he can. He hates the sound of the rocks, knowing that they were loud enough to give away his position if anything was nearby; but the path is safer than the surrounding woods.

He scans the area, listening intently for any sound that would be out of place. He hates when he has to travel away from home because the area that surrounds his farm is thick with trees that hide an array of horrors.

Crack!

The snap of a twig stops him instantly, and slowly he turns in his spot, scanning everything around him. He doesn’t see anything out of place, but still, the sound has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and his heartbeat coming just a little faster. He waits for a long few moments, wondering if this would be the day that he finally runs out of luck and would lose it all.

Nothing happens and after a few more moments he’s able to start his journey again.

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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Jingle Those Balls

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: E (for later chapters) | Warnings: Alternative Universe, Hallmark Style Fic, Fluff, Mature Language, Dirty Talk, Suggestive Situations, Carlos is hella sassy, and i love him for it, fake dating, strangers to lovers

Summary: TK needs a fake date for his mother's Christmas Work Party. Enter Carlos.

Author's Note: Thank you to @thebumblecee for listening to me scream about this fic when I came up with the idea for it and coming up with the title and tag line and for letting me send you a hella lot of the parts that I wrote because I was so excited about sassy Carlos and the story that was forming and just being the most encouraging person.

Thank you to @detective-giggles for letting me send you random parts and scream at you too.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing this.

For: @tarlosweeklyprompts December 14th Prompt: Hallmark Style Meet Cute (ignoring the meet cute part and making it a full fic)

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Chapter 1 / 4

TK could have just said no.

He should have said no.

He should have just told his mother that he wasn’t bringing anyone home for the holidays and that he was once again going to show up single and alone to her work’s Christmas Party when she asked.

Instead, he had happily told her that he was going to bring someone back home and that he really hoped she’d like him. He had spent at least half an hour excitedly talking about his boyfriend to her and getting hers - and his - hopes up that this would be the year he had someone on his arm that he could show off.

But then, when he told his boyfriend about the work party and asked him about going - yes he asked a bit later than he should have - things got awkward and David told him he didn’t feel like they were “in the place to meet parents” and that this was just a “casual” thing and he didn’t see it “lasting very long after the new year.”

Needless to say, after that conversation TK very quickly ended things with him and bitterly packed up the few things he had kept at David’s apartment.

Now he’s in his apartment, pacing around the small living room as he tries to figure out just who he’s going to bring to his mother’s annual work party. Of course, he could just call her and tell her that something had come up and he wasn’t going to bring someone after all, but he knows that she’ll ask for details, and any lie that he would tell her she would see through and he just doesn’t want to tell her that he’s broken up with another person.

So the only logical solution is to find someone to pretend to be his boyfriend. Just long enough to get through all of the holiday bullshit and not have his family ask him questions about when he was going to find someone and settle down. The only problem with his brilliant plan is that he doesn’t know anyone that he could ask to pretend to be his boyfriend.

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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With love, your soulmate

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos| read on ao3

Warnings: Alternative Universe, Tarlos AU, Brooklyn Love Stories AU, Alternate Timelines, long-distance relationship, fluff, soulmate au, pen pal au, mentions of police cruelty

Author's Note: As always, thank you to @noxsoulmate for being a wonderful beta. Thank you to everyone who keeps reading this! We're getting closer to the end! Comments are wonderful and I love them.

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I have to head out - I convinced a couple of my friends to go with me. It’s going to be a good weekend!

Yours,

Carlos

P.S.

I include a newspaper article that mentions me - it’s not big or anything but I figured you would enjoy reading it. Also, I almost forgot to tell you but while we’re at the beach, we’re going to be camping there - as in we won’t be staying in a cabin but in tents and there won’t be a mailbox for me to get my letters in where I’ll be at this weekend. Please still write me letters though, I will read them all when I get home and reply to them. :)

TK finishes reading Carlos’ letter with a soft but sad smile on his face. He scans the letter one more time before he lays it on his desk and reaches for a piece of paper, laying it in front of him and grabbing his favorite pen.

He’s happy that Carlos is taking a much-needed weekend away from everything to go and relax on the beach, but it makes him a bit sad that Carlos would have no way to get his letters until he went back home. And, maybe more so, that he wouldn’t be able to send any. TK knows that it’s probably a little selfish to want Carlos to find a way to talk to him over the weekend, but he tells himself that it’s okay to be selfish sometimes. Plus, TK just likes talking to Carlos.

He was a generally nice person to talk to and someone that TK had quickly started to like more and more each day and it scared him. When he first started to write his soulmate, he told himself that he wasn’t going to fall for him because he knew that it was complicated and if they never caught up with each other it would hurt to always be so far apart.

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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finding the sun in a world of shadows

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos| read on ao3

Rating: Mature | Warnings: apocalypse au, vampires, NOT A COVID FIC, mild violence, (in later chapters)

Summary: TK finds someone he had long given up on.

Authors Note: I know it's been a moment since I've updated this fic but here's chapter two! Hopefully with doing NaNo I'll get more done on this one quicker! Comments, kudos, and reblogs are always so nice.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for being my wonder beta.

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It’s a rare quiet and cool day, with just a hint of heat at the edges to know that this spring might not be a cool one when he thinks he hears a sound. But when he tries to listen closer, it’s gone. TK wipes the sweat from his brow as he looks around the field and listens. He’s sure he heard something, a voice, but with how long he had been working out in the field it could have just been his imagination. He turns back to his work and is ready to push the thought from his mind when he hears it again - this time louder and closer.

”Help!”

TK’s head snaps in the direction of the cry, his heart doing a funny stutter because the voice sounds familiar but he knows that it can’t. Nobody from his past is still alive - he knows that. He puts down the shovel and reaches for his gun. Nowadays, a person couldn’t be too careful about investigating noises and yells for help. With a glance back towards the house - and knowing he should tell his friends about the call he heard instead of investigating it alone - he makes his way further into the field, towards the tree line where he thinks the cry came from.

He hears it again, louder, and he speeds up - hating how the grass and sticks beneath his feet make loud noises - but he doesn’t answer the call in case it’s a trap. He won’t verbalize that he’s there until he can scoop out the situation and see if the person really needs help.

The cry comes a third time, a chill running down his spine at the voice. Alarm bells ring in his head, his heart beats faster, and his hands sweat. He knows that voice had spent months searching for the owner of that voice before he accepted that the person was gone. This had to be a trick, a vampire that can mimic others - they hadn’t heard of one of those but TK learned long ago to accept that anything was possible. And he was going to be running into a vampire trap that would end in him being turned and it going after his friends.

He should have told them about the cries.

He stops just inside the tree line to try and get his bearings, tightening the hold he has on his gun.

“Please! Help!” the voice calls again and TK springs into action, he has to help. He can’t deny that voice anything.

He stops short one more time, peering around a tree and looking to see what’s going on. He almost drops his gun when he sees who it is.

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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••• I want to see you | tarlos

Pairing: Tarlos | Request: “Spread your legs wider” | Rating: Explicit | Warnings: m x m smut, some degrading language used, anal finger, anal sex, porn without plot, top carlos reyes, bottom tk strand, established carlos reyes x tk strand, unprotected sex

Summary: Sometimes TK likes to flirt with others to get Carlos riled up to fuck him senselessly when they get home.

Smut Prompt: “Spread your legs wider.”

Author’s Note: When I first got this in my inbox I was confused because I had forgotten that I had reblogged the smut prompt list lol... I hope you enjoy this! This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would.Thanks Ali for looking this over for me!

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TK loves when Carlos gets like this: demanding, needy, possessive. It always leads to a night of fun in the bedroom and delightful bruises scattering his body that remind him with each move who he belongs to. He shifts on the bed, rolling his hips to hopefully get Carlos to do something because TK’s going to lose his mind if he has to lay out naked without Carlos touching him any longer.

“Come on ‘Los, are you just going to stand there and look at me?” TK whines when his wiggling gets him nothing. “It’s been, like 15 minutes, since we got home.”

Carlos shrugs, taking a step closer so that his legs press against the bed. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of TK without touching him yet. He enjoys dragging things out, seeing how worked up he can get TK before he finally gives in to what they both want.

“I’m sure you can wait longer,” Carlos murmurs. “I think you should wait longer, take it as a punishment for how slutty you were being at the bar tonight.”

TK rolls his eyes, “You enjoyed watching me flirt with them and we both know it.”

Carlos’ eyes darken and he shifts his weight to one hand to drag his fingers up TK’s leg. “I did enjoy it, but I’m going to enjoy reminding you that you’re mine even more.”

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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••• Pineapple | tarlos

Request: “Could you write something where TK and Carlos are having sex and using a safe word and TK calls out the safe word, and then Carlos comforting him. I read so many fics they use the safe word system but none where it’s actually said. I love your writing so so much”

Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Safeword, safe word usage, hurt/comfort, bondage, blow jobs, oral sex, m x m smut, anxiety, anxiety attack, overdose mention, Canon Divergence, Missing Scene, anal fingering, fluff, tk strand needs a hug

Summary: TK uses his safe word.

Author's Note: Hi friend! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like this. The title and safe word used actually comes from a personal experience. When I was a senior in high school I was one of those smart kids that were able to take dual credits so I took classes at the local community college. One of the classes I took was Psychology. On the first day of class, my professor was like “we’re going to pick a safe word that way if we talk about something that makes you uncomfortable all you need to do is raise your hand, say the safe word and then walk out no questions asked.” I’m still unsure of why he did this but as a class, we settled on the safe word “Pineapple” so now whenever I think of safe words I think of that story and pineapple. Anyway, that was just a little aside. I hope you enjoy this fic! Reminder if you’re in a situation where someone safe words you need to stop immediately and make the situation safe for your partner. Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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“How does that feel?” Carlos murmured as he finished tying TK’s wrist to the headboard.

TK pulled against the ropes, feeling a slight give but not enough that he can do anything about it. He sighed happily and nodded, looking up at Carlos with a blissful look on his face.

“I need words TK.”

“Yes, it’s good.”

Carlos smiled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to TK’s lips before he moved down his body, lips ghosting every part that he can. TK settled back, happy and content to let Carlos do whatever he wanted to do to him. It was one of those nights where TK just wanted to let go and let Carlos do whatever he wants. TK knew that in the end he was going to feel really good and his body was going to be sore in all of the right places.

He spread his legs wider for Carlos as he settled between them, a moan slipped from his lips as Carlos wrapped a hand around his half-hard cock. TK’s hips jerked up a few times, fucking into Carlos’ hand as Carlos worked him to full hardness before leaning forward to swallow him down.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at that.” TK moaned, eyes slipping shut as Carlos swirled his tongue over the tip of his cock just the way TK liked it.

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