#kitten tk

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Been thinking a lot about not only TK using Carlos’ bicep as his personal ‘emotional support bicep’ which 🥹🥹🥹 - also thank you and creds to @paperstorm for making the huge contribution to the whole entire fandom with this description -

But, also about the whole thing from Carlos’ perspective and how Carlos reacts to it, and feels about it, makes my stomach do a little swoop every time I come across a gif from either the wedding ep or the scene where they’re waiting for news on Marjan

Like, I’m thinking about semi-lonely, tense pre- and during season 1 Carlos needing someone, not just to love and be loved by but to take care of and hold and be there for🥺 Like we all know Carlos must work a lot to maintain those biceps and of course this is probably for his own sake bc he likes them, and to be good at his job etc but,,

He’s obviously gotten some attention from it, guys who finds him sexy and maybe likes a little power play

And he can appreciate that especially when ‘guys’ are in fact TK who enjoys it and wants him to use his strength a little bit to press his hands into the mattress above his head: (🔥)

Or to ‘twist his arm’ 😏😏

But more than that S1 Carlos longed for his body (huge bicep) to be appreciated in different ways. To be the one that someone (TK) needed to be held by, to be the shoulder (bicep) that someone (TK) could cry on, and lean on (both figuratively:

And literally:

- He needed to be that for someone (TK), to take on that role in a healthy, loving relationship. And he certainly got that from TK. But he got even more than that, more than he could have dreamed of, bc with TK he’s also become a shoulder (bicep) to sleep on:

Not just in the domestic privacy of their own home, but in public, among a wonderful new group of friends and family:

As well as a shoulder (bicep) to both lean on and rub their thumb back and forth on for self soothing:

In short, that work paid off exponentially as he got to be someone’s (TK’s) ‘emotional support bicep’. 🥲

And what completely gets me is the way he’s so casual about it in this last one. Like I imagined the first couple of times Carlos in his head would have been like ‘oh, okay, my bicep is now your pillow, I see, I’ll stay as still as possible or react in some way like by kissing your hair or something or move so you’re more comfortable’, and ‘oh okay, you’re not letting go, you really must love that bicep, I’ll buy a permanent gym membership and think of that ever time I work out, this bicep shall be forever dedicated to your needs’ while in his head being all 😳🫠🥰😌🥹🥹🥰

But now he barely reacts, it’s so natural. He just barely registers that ‘oh, my adorable, emotional boyfriend (husband😭) (TK who I know in and out and who know me the same way😭) is (once again/per usual😭) reserving my bicep for emotional support reasons while he cries on me, imma let him do his thing while I grab his ankle, both to comfort TK,’ - but also bc while TK needs to physically lean on someone (Carlos) when he’s emotional (or sleepy, or just, it’s right there anyway), what Carlos needs it something (someone) (TK) to hold on to, to tether himself to bc it’s overwhelming for him to lose control of his emotions.

And TK is the perfect rock for him because he’s not only so open about his emotions, and an adorable kitten boyfriend (husband), but because he’s also and at the same time incredibly strong and prepared to catch Carlos at any time😭

The naturalness of it all just says so much about how long they’ve been together and built their relationship, how well they know and how comfortable they are with each other and how they’re perfect for each other and fit together like two pieces of a puzzle! There are some thoughts here about different kinds and ways of embodying ‘masculinity’ and vulnerability but I’m not nearly eloquent enough rn to go into that..

Anyway, with TK, Carlos, now without even giving it a second thought, has gotten the relationship he dreamed of and more, has gotten exactly the appreciation for his strength and body (biceps) that S1 Carlos longed for and worked so hard for, and gets to take on the role in his relationship that he needs and be who he always were and I’m just 😭🥹🥹🥰🥰🫠 slowly melting away over it.

#me rambling #Tarlos ramblings #Tarlos headcanons #am definitely not working on my thesis right now as you all can see🙃 #@paperstorm I hope it’s okay that I tagged you I’m still a newbie when it comes to tumblr etiquette and I wanted to give creds for the #emotional support bicep #since you came up with the term and I appreciate where that made my mind go 🙃 #Carlos’ biceps #Tarlos #9-1-1 lone star #911ls #carlos reyes #tk strand #headcanons #Tarlos feels #kitten tk #gentle dom carlos #tarlos wedding #tk sleeping on Carlos

[naomiknight-17]

#oh my god oh my god #i'm so excited and there's so much tk do #gotta secure a ride gotta kitten proof the house gotta set up a base for her in the hallway omg omg #mod post #cat adoption #we are not keeping the name sheila btw it is a placeholder #cats

[birdclowns]

🤫🤫🤫 spontaneous late night charm wips

#my art #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fanart #thought about angry kitten tk a little too hard today and this happened #tarlos

[emeritusterzo]

no but genuinely what’s going on with hook’s booking

he was put insanely over by punk and got himself into a months long storyline with dan just for it to end abruptly, then when they give him another storyline with jungle boy it also ends out of nowhere and comes back with no explanation too??? he holds a title and somehow doesn’t have any feud that might implicate in a meaningful defense for said belt??

what are they even doing 😭

#why does tk always starts storylines with certain wrestlers and then just forgets he has them😭 #same thing with danny too #he was on screen every week and had a whole ass faction feud happen because of him they just dropped it and let him in the jas 😭 #anyways hope murder kitten at least gets more time on tv I guess

[tyreekanimations]

here's all the wild toons characters (kinda outdated)

#toons #original character #fictional animals #original characters #old art #my art #cookie-kitten #gia the walrus #misty the rubber platypus #Tom -Rabbit-tk

[aaravos-answers]

I KEEP PISSING THE AARAVOS AI OFF HELP

HES KILLED ME 7 TIMES

oh dear

Try telling him that he is pretty. All the versions of me like that

#aaravos answers #ask #anonymous #character ai #mun says: #melkor kept threatening to kill me. especially after i told him about the smut fic ft. him #i ended up giving him a hug and a kitten and now we're friends so you could try that? #i am curious how you got him tk actually kill you since even the tom riddle ai stuck to threats with me and didn't try a death curse

[bimobuddy]

Cut the Cat-itude

sfw Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Husk, Ler!Alastor

CW: feet, kinda? It's more 'bean' related since they're paws

Summary: Husk is grumpy and doesn't think Alastor's jokes are funny, but the Radio Demon is determined to get a chuckle out of him.

Husk groaned and let his head thump against the bar counter. Alastor must have been in some sort of mood that day, he hadn't stopped telling awful jokes all morning. First most people were laughing with him, then it was just Charlie and Nifty, and now even Charlie was trying to excuse herself because "Oh you know, Hotel Stuff, ahaha.."

Husk looked over at Nifty who was still giggling away at everything the boss said, but then again he didn't know what went on her feral little head. He reached for his drink again only to have it yoinked away by a familiar looking shadow.

"Hey!" He sat up, reaching for it back, but Alastor's shadow just grinned and stretched upward, holding it out of reach. Husk grumbled. He knew this game. "I ain't flyin' for you, give it back." The shadow wiggled it over his head, taunting.

"Alastor, put this damn thing on a leash. Only you would somehow manage to lose control over your own shadow." He muttered the last part.

"Oh Husker, I didn't 'lose control' over him, he's free range." The host grinned, looking at Husk a bit longer than usual. Husk didn't know why he was staring at him until it suddenly clicked and he sighed. "Was that supposed to be another joke? Al, that wasn't even a real joke."

"Oh you're right, that was a total cat-astrophe!" A laugh track played off his cane, followed by Nifty who enjoyed the joke a little too much, "Ahahahahaha! Becahause he's a cahat!" She laughed. Husk folded his ears back and groaned.

"Oh relax, old friend, I'm just kitten around!" He grinned at Husk, who frowned in response. Alastor strutted up to the bar and leaned against it. The Shadow disappeared, taking the bottle with him, only making Husk grumpier.

"Clearly those weren't funny enough for you.. maybe I ought to put my thinking-cat on and come up with some more!" He let out a laugh, followed by the classic laugh track again. "Or maybe you just don't have a sense of humor. I mean just look at darling little Nifty, she's hiss-terical!" Of course this was followed up by Nifty losing her absolute mind.

Husk only sighed and rolled his eyes. "You done yet?"

"Not yet. What's a cat's favorite book? The Great Cats-by! Oh, why did the cats ask for a piano? To make mew-sic, of course!" He laughed and looked back at Husk, who somehow looked even grumpier than he did five minutes ago.

Well this wouldnt do.

"Why don't you cut the cat-itude, dear friend?" He snapped his fingers and two shadowy tentacles rose up from the floor behind Husk. Before he could react, the wrapped around his upper arms, hoisting him up about a foot off the floor, and proceeded to wiggle the tips into his underarms.

Husk had started to kick, biting his lip, cheeks puffed out, as he didn't want to give Alastor the reaction he wanted. The Radio Demon didn't seem to mind though.

"What's a cat's favorite cereal? Mice Crispies!" The tentacles wiggled down his ribcage, starting to get little huffs and muffled noises.

"If cats taught schools, what do you think they'd be called? Purr-fessors!" The tentacles traced and wiggled down his sides, causing him to hold his breath, his face and ears going red from how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

"What do you call a cat that likes to bowl? An alley cat!" Finally the tentacles found their way to his tummy and he couldn't take it anymore. Husk tossed his head back and laughed, reflexively flapping his wings to try an get away, much to the delight of the Shadow, which had been trying to make him fly earlier.

"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahalast- Alastohor!" He tried to growl to cancel out the laughter but it came out as more of a panicked, choked giggle.

"See, I knew you'd come around!" Alastor said cheerfully. "Now, why dont cats shop online? They prefer cat-alogues!" Husk's laughter kicked up a notch when one of the tentacles started to wiggle into his lower belly, where there was a bit more pudge. His tail whipped around trying to smack it away but it was no use.

Husk suddenly made the mistake of trying to kick out at Alastor, across the counter. A third tendril rose up and caught his ankle before he made contact, as Alastor leaned back just a bit. He stepped to the side a little to make eye contact. "Now, Husker, is that any way to thank someone who's only trying to make you smile?" He chuckled.

The third tendril started to wiggle into the heart shaped pad at the bottom of his paw. Husk, a little startled, let out a high pitched, squeaky giggle that did not sound like himself at all.

Even Alastor was caught off guard enough for the tendrils to disappear and let him go, letting him drop with a soft thud. Husk groaned as he hit the floor and panted. "Damn you, Alastor.." He grumbled, sitting up.

"Too late, we're already in Hell!" Alastor laughed. Husk chuckled a little then quickly stopped himself. But of course the radio host heard it. "Oh? Did I finally get a genuine laugh out of you?" He asked, leaning on his can to be eye level with the bartender.

Husk sighed, folding his ears down. "Shut up... I gotta get back to work." He muttered, starting to wipe down the counter.

As Alastor turned to walk away, Husk called out again. "Slapstick Comedy. Just for future reference, so you don't have to tickle me next time, I tend to like Slapstick Comedy."

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Author Note

Aahhhhh I couldn't figure out how to end this naturally I'm sorrryyyy!!!

Though I do already have another idea for a Lee!Husk fic that I'm gonna start writing immediately after posting this one, so I MIGHT post it tonight, but it might wait until tomorrow, we'll see :)

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #lee!husk #ler!alastor

[4izawas]

— 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚 ~ [ 𝟏 ].

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shouta aizawa/reader.

𝐜𝐰: hurt/comfort, slight angst, hybrids, catboy!shouta, kitten!eri, crying, abandonment issues, reader adopts eri and shouta feels like he’s being replaced.

cold. 

the cool breeze caused by the fan you always kept running in the bedroom and the way it made his bared skin prickle was what woke shouta from his deep sleep in the middle of the bed, his body curled around your pillow possessively. at some point in his sleep he’d kicked all the blankets down some, revealing his bare upper body to the unforgiving cold of the room. 

he blinks himself awake tiredly, looking around the room with half open, still-sleepy eyes ( though only one was usable ), and a faint worry fills his chest when he notices you’re not in there with him. you tended to wait until he woke before leaving him, and then he’d either fall back asleep ( though not as deeply as he just was ) or pad after you wherever you went and lay somewhere there in a nap spot ( he had one in almost every room of the house ) to doze while you made yourself busy. of course, days when you had to leave the house to work rather than work from home always were annoying once he’d grown accustomed tk you being there, and he was always anxious for a few hours before you got home ( he’d never admit to it ), but you always came back and the two of you cuddled on the couch for a while before dinner, and then the two of you would curl up in bed. after you’d taken him from the hybrid shelter, shouta really leaned into how easy he had it — and you supported this too. after the life he’d had, he had earned it. 

his ears flick up lazily when the sound of your voice reaches them, and he sighs in half relief, half annoyance; the kitchen, you were in the kitchen. 

shouta groans as he gets up, stretching turning until his bones crack in the pleasant way that sends soft relief through his joints then gets up, grabbing his favorite blanket and wrapping it around himself before leaving the bedroom, going to the kitchen where he notices you on the phone. he’s about to walk in when what you’re saying to the person on the other end registers, making him freeze. 

“mhmm, and when can i come pick up the kittengirl?” you ask. “wow, even now? well, i won’t be there that soon unfortunately, but i should arrive in a couple hours — i’ll have to get ready of course, and say goodbye to the old man.”

for the first time ever, your nickname for him stings; he knew he was older, that most hybrid owners preferred younger hybrids, but he’d thought you were different from the others — was he really so old that you were replacing him with a kitten? your soft laughter recatches his attention, and he looks at your back with betrayal in his as you laugh and say, “yeah, she’ll have the perfect home here, i promise — after these last couple weeks of talking and then me seeing her last week and her not jumping away from me, i think my home would be the perfect fit.”

so this wasn’t even a spur of the moment decision — you’d been planning to get rid of him then replace him for a while, and you’d even gone to meet his replacement last week. how could you smile and laugh like nothing was wrong? did you really have no qualms abandoning him? what the fuck was so wrong with him that he deserved to be tossed out — he’d only just gotten a life he deserved, you’d told shouta that, so what? were you lying to him?

the sound of you hanging up the house phone makes him jump, and his eye shoots to you as you turn and smile upon seeing him. “oh! good morning, shouta, i hope you slept well!”

his thick tail swishes behind him as his hurt-filled chest makes room for anger, and hot tears sting at his eye as they begin to well up in it as he looks at you. your own eyes widen, and then you’re moving to him — but no, he doesn't want you to touch him. why should he let you comfort him when it was all a lie?

he darts away, slipping through the hallways and locking himself in the bedroom you’d fixed up for him before adopting him that he’d barely used, and he curls up into the bed and buries himself beneath a mountain of blankets and pillows before burying his face in his arms as he fights off the tears. he was thirty-six years old, for god’s sake, and he’d seen more than his share of disappointment — he shouldn’t be crying like this. 

but i thought they were different. the thought pushes through all the others in his mind, and suddenly he can’t hold the tears back anymore. his body shakes slightly as he cries, and when the front door shuts in the distance his cries turn to full-body sobs as he mourns the life he’d barely been able to enjoy, 

you didn’t know what was wrong with shouta when it came to his behavior this morning, but unfortunately due to the time you didn’t have time to sit him down and talk about it — they’d marked you down for 11:45am at the hybrid shelter, and it was already 9:15 with an hour and a half between the building and your house. you showered quickly, not bothering with makeup or anything similar, and out on a t-shirt and jeans before putting on some sneakers and rushing out the door right at 10:00am even. 

you’d gotten there a little earlier than expected, but the shelter manager had still ushered you in quickly, nearly rushing you along even, and the two of you began the paperwork required so you could take your newest hybrid home. it took several hours, the endless signing and reading done as lengthy as you’d expected; this was a different shelter than the one you’d gotten shouta from, one with ‘better standards’, so more paperwork was to be expected. eventually, however, the paperwork was done, and you went to the front with the shelter managers as he took out the keys to the backrooms, which were much larger than the already large offices and front room for the sake of holding dozens of hybrids at once, either born here or rescued or taken off the streets. 

as he heads back, you sigh; honestly this entire bit of adopting hybrids like they were common animals still angered you, even though it had been years since you’d adopted shouta; the only difference between humans and hybrids were their animalistic features, they had all of the intelligence of people and spoke just the same. they ate the same food, could read the same novels ( if taught ), loved the very same — if not more. all this paperwork and keeping them in kennels? absolute bullshit. 

the door swings open ahead of you and you glance up, eyes locking on the white hair of the kittengirl you’d just adopted — she doesn’t look excited, but that was to be expected; she was nervous when you’d seen her last week as well.

alarm bells begin to ring in your head when a screeching voice makes itself known to you, though unintentionally.  “n-no — no!” you hear, the voice masculine but so clearly young, from behind the manager as the door to the kennel system shuts behind him. “no, i didn’t get to say goodbye! eri — eri!”

the small hybrid bursts into tears and wiggles around in the manager’s hold, reaching out towards the door. your heart runs cold in your chest as the wailing little girl is brought out in the arms of the shelter manager before being deposited on the counter like some sort of object, and your hands clench into fists at your sides. 

“and here’s your hybrid — would you like a lead as well?” he asks brightly, unbothered by the mess of a little girl between the two of you and the screaming boy in the back rooms. 

you don’t respond, angry, and instead gently coax the little girl into your arms. she presses against you, still weeping, and you cuddle her close and make soothing noises as you bounce her gently. “shhh, sweet girl, you’re alright, i promise,” you murmur, and she presses her face into your neck and cries more, still wailing for whoever was left behind. 

“why didn't you tell me she was a part of a set?” you ask coldly, cradling the sobbing kittengirl to your chest as she whimpers and cries for ‘deku’, distant yowls of ‘goodbye!’ echoing from the back, and the shelter manager sighs. 

“her brother is much older than a kitten, l/n,” he says, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “he’s fifteen, almost sixteen — he’ll be an adult in just a couple years, a big difference from the kitten you asked for.”

“i only asked for a kitten because my older hybrid had mentioned wanting one,” you growl, not adding that he’d mentioned wanting to have them while dreaming during one of his evening naps, “and because i’d heard of the big bust this one was a part of and saw her on the news. what makes you think i wouldn’t take them both?”

the manager looks shocked. “w-well, older hybrids are a lot of work, you know, they’re very prone to pushing back on orders!” shouta is nothing like that, you find yourself thinking bitterly, knowing that it likely came from him trusting you so much. of course older hybrids who didn’t feel safe would buck requests, so would human people. “coupled with the fact that older hybrids typically are unwanted-“

“he isn’t. i’ll take him too,” you snap, and despite the fact that you’d interrupted him, the manager smiles wickedly, a victorious gleam in his eye no doubt stemming from the fact that he was getting twice as much money as expected today. 

“when would you like to begin the paperwork?” he asks, once again unbothered, and your eyes narrow. 

“now,” you bite out, and he nods happily and leads you back to the room you’d signed off on eri in. 

for the next four hours you go through paperwork once again, eri staying in your lap the entire time. she’s not sobbing anymore after having cried herself to sleep, but soft sniffles do sound every now and then as she rests fitfully in your lap. finally, as the fifth hour of secondary paperwork approaches, you’re done — the unseen hybrid that had been screaming for his little sister now legally belongs to you ( something you hated, but what could you do? ).

you carefully lift the little kittengirl in your arms as you stand, making sure not to wake her as you shift her to one hip and grab the small backpack you’d brought with you that had your id, money, and other little travel essentials in it. the  manager leads the way from the private office and you follow, stopping behind the front desk that he steps behind before disappearing  into the back again, eager to fetch the second mouth he’d managed to get rid of today. eri fusses in her sleep, and you gently shush her; she clutches a fistful of your shirt, and you gently run your fingers through her hair before quickly stopping; the white locks were all knotted up, so you’d have to work them out when you got home. 

you look up at the sound of footsteps, and your heart aches as you see the way the hybrid before you walks forward with his head and tail tucked down, no doubt mourning the loss of a sister he didn’t know he’d be going home with. 

“and what’s his name?” you ask softly, eyeing the green catboy with warm eyes. 

“izuku,” the unnamed manager responds, and he pushes the catboy forward. you get an eyeful, and your eyes harden; there was no way this catboy was sixteen, he couldn’t be older than fourteen — just like eri couldn’t be older than four. this shelter was lying about the ages of the hybrids in their care. 

“well izuku, are you ready to come home with me and eri?” you ask kindly, and his head shoots up, his eyes wide in surprise. they fill with tears as they land on eri sleeping in your arms, and his pretty green curls bob wildly as he nods hard. you smile softly at him and beckon him over. “come on over, then.” you don’t have to tell him twice; at the invitation he’s at your side in seconds, beaming up at you and investigating his sleeping little sister excitedly. its unfortunate that you have to interrupt him, but your hands are full so you have no means of grabbing your wallet from the counter. “do you think you could grab my wallet, izuku?” you ask him gently. 

“yes!” he replies softly, careful not to wake eri, and he grabs it, even putting it in your backpack for you. you nod appreciatively at him, now fully ignoring the manager, who seems offended ( but you don’t care ).

“alright, let’s head out now!” you say warmly, and he grabs the back of your shirt instinctively as you turn. it surprises you, and his eye widen and ears flatten against his head when he realizes. 

“i’m really sorry,” he whispers, sounding scared, and you just cup one of his cheeks in your hand before taking his hand and guiding it back to the hem of your shirt. 

“if you want to hold my shirt, izuku, i promise i don’t mind,” you say, and he brightens up a little at the sight of the honesty in your eyes. you smile at him and toss your head in the direction of the parking lot. “now let's get the two of you home; i want to introduce the two of you to shouta.”

you both walk to the car. “who’s shouta?” izuku asks quietly as you buckle eri up in a car seat, careful of her little fluffy tail, and you let out a soft chuckle. 

“you’ll see.”

the last ten hours had been hell for shouta. 

he’d cried for nearly an hour after you left, but eventually his eyes had dried, and he’d just remained curled up beneath his mountain of bedding. the betrayal of you adopting a younger cat hybrid in his place still stung as freshly as it had the moment he’d first heard, but it didn’t incite tears or anger. at this point he’d forced himself to come to terms with it — he was old, he was crippled, and most importantly, he was not human. it didn’t matter that the two of you had shared a bed for the last five years, or that he’d become more than a roommate with a tail in the last four; he was just too old, too fucked up, and too different. 

he left his hidey hole in the bedroom after about four hours, padding into the living room then turning on the tv and curling up in his favorite spot on the massive sectional; he may as well enjoy his last couple of hours living the cushy life before he was tossed out. 

the next several hours pass this way, and before long it’s approaching 10pm, and as bitter as he is shouta can’t help but feel worried; he’d heard you say it was only around an hour and a half long drive to and from your destination, so why were you gone so long? it had been almost half an entire day. 

speak of the devil, he thinks darkly, his ears flicking back towards the front door as your keys turn in the lock and you push it open. immediately your familiar scent fills his nose, and he almost lets out a relaxed purr on instinct until the smells of two unfamiliar cat hybrids fill his nose, one a kitten and the other a juvenile. 

his eyes narrow. so just one cat wasn’t enough? shouta was so useless that he was being replaced by two younger cats? 

a low growl sounds under his breath, and he hears you in the foyer talking to one or both of the newcomers. “shhh, it’s okay! that’s just shouta, sweetheart, he’s nice, i promise — he’s just a bit of a grumpy old man.” another growl slips out, and shouta smells your scent change to a nervous one — not for long though, considering you’re leading the two intruders elsewhere in the house. 

“stay here in the dining room, please,” he hears you ask them, “i need to talk with shouta really quickly.” your footsteps begin to echo closer and closer to where he was laying, and shouta’s blood runs cold; this was it. this would be the moment you told him to leave. 

tears he’d thought he’d rid himself of sting at his eyes once again as you appear in the doorway, and he buries his face in a fluffy pillow he liked to use during his naps. he swallows hard as your footsteps grow closer and closer, then flinches when you sit down behind him. “shouta,” you murmur softly, putting a hand on his back, and he fights the urge to shake you off. “shouta, we need to talk.”

“no,” he mumbles into the pillow, his voice low and threatening — at least, it would be if you were anyone else. you just sigh and get up before lifting his upper body and sliding under, his head now in your lap and your fingers combing through his inky black hair. 

“shouta, i doubt you remember, but you mentioned several times in your sleep about wanting kittens.” his tail, formerly lashing behind him from nerves, stills, and he waits for you to continue. “i thought about it for a few months, thinking about how a little one would fit and how she’d potentially make things less lonely around here whenever i head in to work, and then made up my mind when a news report about a series of abused hybrids came on television while you were sleeping — god, sho, the most beautiful little kittengirl was rescued, and she was scared to death. i went the next day to the shelter she was in, and they said she was available and let me meet her — i  looked in her eyes and just knew she belonged with us.”

the bitter feeling in shouta’s chest dissolves, and in its place blossoms a warmth he’d not expected. you’d adopted a kitten… for him? for the both of you? he was practically vibrating in your hold now. 

“i went today and got her, and while i was there i found out that she was in a bonded pair; she had an adopted older brother that the manager hadn’t told me about, and they’d planned on separating them,” a cold feeling of fury blooms within him, but he continues listening. “it wasn’t the plan, but i took them both; they’re in the dining room now. the little girl is still sleeping, but her big brother hasn’t closed his eyes since he stepped out of the building.”

shouta sits up now, his dark eyes locking with yours, and you smile softly until he speaks. “thought — thought you were getting rid of me,” he whispers, and your eyes widen. throwing your arms around him, you tug him close. 

“i would never, shouta, i fucking swear,” you reply shakily, then laugh a little. “doesn’t matter what you say or do, you’re stuck with me forever now.”

he chuckles and sits up more, pressing his forehead to yours and bumping your noses together affectionately — but the dark lust in his eyes is anything but soft as he flips you both over and covers your body with his own. 

“i-! sh-shouta!” you gasp, and he nips at your jawline before kissing you deeply. you melt into it, closing your eyes and saviring the feeling of him against you before he pulls away and notches his face against yours again. 

“if you wanted kittens,” he purrs lowly, his pupils blown, “you could have just asked me.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#shou_nya.♡ #tw hybrids #shouta aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

[safeaswrites]

wip wednesday!!

i made it!! it's been such a crazy last few weeks but here i am :) huge thanks to @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @heartstringsduet for the tags!

“Good,” Carlos says. “Good. What about you, TK? Are you hurt?”

TK, who calls him Baby and Cuteness, who brushes the matted curls off of Carlos’s sweaty forehead while he cooks. He looks up at the barrel of Carlos’s gun like a cornered animal. “Hangin’ in there,” he rasps, puffing out his pink cheeks. The strain in his voice pulls a string somewhere deep in Carlos. This is how he’s come to see his husband— the kitten hanging from a tree branch, framed in a hospital waiting room. Soft-skinned and delicate, his tender flesh easily bruised. TK demands a gentle touch, he should come with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign hanging around his neck. Carlos knows, probably, this is all his own projection. But it doesn’t change the anger he feels at Dennis Pill for roughing TK up, for touching him with unwashed hands. The radio on Carlos’s chest crackles, an onslaught of voices squeezing through. Detective Washington says: “Reyes, listen to me very carefully…” Captain Kendricks says: “Officer, if you care one lick about your job…” Captain Strand says: “Son, it’s Owen. Look, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing in there, but I trust you. I just need you to promise me that you’ll be careful, alright? That’s my son in there.”

sorry i've been so absent lately!! just tagging @reyesstrand since everybody else already got to me

#by charlie #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk strand

[rosedavid]

Okay but what if instead of having children, TK and Carlos become Animal People. It was only a matter of time, what with TK's adoration of all animals. And Carlos had always enjoyed most animals (not the the degree of TK and his bringing home a flesh eating lizard, but still). Of course, it began with Lou II, but overtime, and often unintentionally, they began gathering more and more pets.

Most of them were TK’s fault. There was that stray kitten TK found trapped in a gutter on a call who he couldn't bear to part with. And TK finds an injured bird outside that he insists they nurse back to health and release. But then, there's an old police dog who needs rehoming and Carlos has always wanted a dog, so they gain yet another furry friend.

Eventually, they have to leave the loft because their lease doesn't allow for all of them, and as hard as TK tries, he can’t pass off a cat and a German Shepherd as the same pet.

And once they get more space, along with all the animals they adopt over the years, they also foster and take-in animals in need when they can. Carlos makes TK promise not to adopt any stray they foster (he breaks that promise immediately). Still, they do have animals come and go. They even foster a snake for a brief period of time which Carlos refuses to be within a few feet of.

And soon they have this little family, maybe not in the conventional way, but they are both dads to plenty of pets who they treat like children anyway.

#I still haven’t decided if I like them having kids but either way #they are 100% adopting animals okay #911 ls #911 lone star #tarlos #Lou II was only the beginning #my headcanons

[carlos-tk]

thanks for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @birdclowns @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @bonheur-cafe @liminalmemories21 💗

I already shared another part of this on Sunday and teased a little of it yesterday too but here is more of the same scene because I haven’t written anything else since then lol 💦

The mere feet of distance between them feels like nothing at all he watches the slide of pre-come down TK’s c*ck, wishes he could taste it on his tongue.

TK, devilish as ever, knows exactly what he’s thinking. Keeps his eyes locked with Carlos’, a teasing slide of his opposite hand down his own abdomen, fingertips ghosting over his soft tummy, down his happy trail before it joins his other on his c*ck.

TK gathers some of the pre-come from the glistening head on his fingertip, before he brings it to his mouth.

He gives himself little kitten licks before sucking it into his mouth with a moan and a Carlos, voice sounding as wrecked as his is.

“I wish you could taste me baby,” he goads, “extra sweet for you tonight.”

Carlos almost gives up the game, fights the persistent urge to stumble off the bed and sink to his knees in front of TK. Wants to take his thick wet c*ck into his mouth and let himself be used, merely a toy for TK to take pleasure in.

tags below 🏷

@celeritas2997 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @inkweedandlizards @thisbuildinghasfeelings @orchidscript @whatsintheboxmh @reyesstrand @reyestrandd @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @fitzherbertssmolder @firstprince-history-huh @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand @noxsoulmate @never-blooms @basilsunrise + an open tag for YOU 💗

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 ls fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #wip wednesday #d writes

[qu1etdays]

TK, blissfully going down.

📸: Taurine Kitten

#hypnosis #taurine kitten #cute trance face #hypnotized girl #hypnotized #beautiful subject #theo's favorites #hypnotic #modeling #perfect drops

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

September August July June

Note: these are not in any order!

The night before Halloween by @ladytessa74

M | 21k

This is the cutest thing ever!! And also spooky. TK & Carlos and their five-year-old Elijah celebrate Halloween, go to a pumpkin patch and receive some unwanted visitors. Tessa’s TK & Carlos are as syrupy sweet as ever, but add on the cuteness of Elijah, aka Koala Bear, and I’m 🫠

Suddenly, in the Silence by @carlos-in-glasses

E | 10k

Another banger from Cig. TK & Carlos ride out a storm at Andrea’s house and are visited by a specter (maybe?). This is a beautiful look at faith and spirituality, and how people cope with the question of what happens after when you lose someone. Things I love: TK knowing nothing about cars but making them go vroom, Andrea and Tía Lucy with their seances, Carlos being a grumpy kitten, TK sashaying around in his fancy silk pajamas, the family dynamics of Andrea, TK & Carlos. They’re just so comfortable with each other in this fic, it feels so natural.

Road Rash by vaguenotion

T | 12k

Wow!!! The tension in this one. TK and Judd take a trip to visit Judd’s dad and encounter some nefarious characters on the way home. The Judd & TK brotherly dynamic is top notch here. The action, the pacing, the twists! All done so well. Cliche as it sounds, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time.

The Shadow by @itsrandomnobody7

T | 4.5k

Tarlos as pirates! I loved this concept! A very sweet story with one of my favorite visuals: Judd and Nancy fighting back to back.

Even if the World Ends Tomorrow by @bonheur-cafe

T | 12k

In this post-apocalyptic story TK & Carlos remember to celebrate their anniversary when the bluebonnets bloom 🥹 Carlos is injured and TNT has to treat him with limited resources. Lots of beautiful imagery here and sweet Tarlos moments.

come what may, I'll still stay by @strandnreyes

E | 26k

This is a very interesting and probably realistic look at what Carlos would be like if he did become a detective. He is so like Owen, and I love the way that aspect of his personality is explored here. Lots of juicy Tarlos tension. The story gives TK a lot of room to really feel his feelings in a way that feels true to character.

The Knave of Hearts . . . brought back the tarts by @liminalmemories21

E | 60k

Another incredible installment of the beloved art heist series! I highly recommend reading the first two before this one. The first two stories were so much about Carlos coming to terms with his past and learning to trust TK. This part TK has to grapple with insecurities stemming from his own history. And there’s another really fun heist!! Also spotting the Easter eggs and twists on canon is a lot of fun too.

Made it Easier Somehow by @paperstorm

T | 1.6k

Soft little moment of Carlos coming home after a late shift to find his husband asleep on the couch, having tried and failed to wait up for him. TK through Carlos’s eyes is always very sweet, but especially when Carlos is reflecting on what their relationship means to him.

RWRB

Where There Are Octobers by @iboatedhere

E | 51k

I was delighted to see Rae doing her daily October prompt fills again this year, even if it’s not for my favorite boys this time. Every day is a different little adventure, from doctors to strangers in the park to assassins on the run. The characterization and the dialogue is so, so spot on in every universe.

As always, this is not in any way a comprehensive list of all the good stuff that came out in October. This is the stuff that I was able to read and vibed with. This is a way for me to hype the stories that got me excited this month, and I encourage everybody to be intentional in reblogging fics and screaming about the stuff you’re reading and enjoying all month long. Let’s work to build this fandom into a more inclusive and encouraging place to create! Also, caveat that the Gabriel grief stuff is tough for me, so I’ve been avoiding and/or very slowly making my way through those ones

#October fic recs #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #lemon’s monthly fic recs #FIC REC #rwrb fic rec

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Types of cats (some) tokrev boys would have

or,,,Tokrev boys as cat owners

I just have cats and the tokrev cast on my mind alright? Pt2

Mikey- A fat cat. I mean an absolute fucking u n i t. And no, Taiyaki-kun didn’t start that way, despite Mikey’s insistence, TK is not just big boned. He’s big fed. Mikey can’t say no to his little fatass and gives him an unhealthy amount of table scraps. But seriously, Mikey, he’s not a chonker, he’s morbidly obese and you need to STOP.

Baji- Geriatric cat. Name a more patient, capable, loving cat owner, I’ll wait. Baji carefully grooms his old lady cat with extreme regularity. He’s even looked up how to do some basic stretches since she’s arthritic and in pain a lot of the time. He’s noticed significant improvement in her ability to get around since h started his little unofficial physical therapy.

Chifuyu- A cat with an oddly strong personality. Most cats are pretty chill but like, Peke J feels so…Perry the Platypus to me. Chifuyu ends up only with cats that have double lives. Like maybe his cat is the local cat bully but always makes muffins and loves scritches. Maybe Peke J is the other time leaper. Idk but something is off about fuyu’s cat and no one can put their finger on it.

Hanma- Tiny, black dumpster kitten. She’s black and itty bitty and so sickly when he finds her hiding in a can next to a dumpster in the alleyway he ducks into for cover from the cops. He’s on the run and he tries not to get attached but she reminds him so much of himself in a way he can’t really consciously comprehend so he scoops her up into his pocket and takes her in. He names her zombie bc she came back from the brink of death and he will not hesitate to murder you in cold blood of you so much as look at her wrong.

Rindou- a shoulder sitting tuxedo cat. DJ Rin/Gamer Rin always has his cat perched on his shoulders. He just accepts it now. The damned thing is just so bonded to him. Also, Rindou isn’t much of a namer so,,,the cat is just called “kitten.” It’s so lazy, and yet somehow still so endearing.

Ran- Expensive purebred. Probably a manx or maine coon. Fluffy. Majestic. Expensive. Gaudy. Dresses her in Gucci collars unironically. Too dignified to scoop the litterbox though. He either has a shit early 2000s gimmicky “automatic scooper” box or blackmails local gang youth into scooping it for him until he can afford a cat nanny.

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tr headcanons #mikey sano #sano majiro #baji keisuke headcanons #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #matsuno chifuyu #hanma headcanons #hanma shuji #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #haitani ran #ran hatiani

[tyreekanimations]

New Wild Toons Poster

#tom -rabbit-tk #misty the rubber platypus #gia the walrus #cookie-kitten #my art #toons #toontown #fictional animals #original characters

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @paperstorm 💝

This.... is NOT for my TK's growing up years fic! (not as big deal as I'm making it, but this is a first for me. Also, @paperstorm I got the idea for this from one of your asks months ago that I saved).

The adoption fair was in full swing. Carlos weaved through crowds of little kids pulling their parents to look at different cages, college kids strolling around, and, of course, the animals themselves.

Which, Carlos didn’t have a problem with animals; he just didn’t understand how some of the more exotic and larger animals ended up at an animal shelter like this one to begin with.

I could be wrong, though, Carlos thought as he scanned the crowd. He could have left. His shift ended at one, and he probably—

That line of rational thinking came to a screeching halt when Carlos saw him.

TK.

The love of his life, with a six-foot long snake around his neck, giggling like he was holding a kitten, and not a dangerous reptile that looked like it was chewing on him.

"TK!"

TK looked up when he heard his name. His eyes lit up when he saw where it came from. “Babe! Hi!” He held up his arm, waving part of the snake. “Come meet Esme!”

“Esme?” Carlos repeated, all but running to his husband’s side. He wanted to throw his arms around him, if not for the snake coiled around him that had not stopped moving since Carlos had laid eyes on it.

“Esmerelda,” TK said. “Esmerelda Peach Caldicott de Beauvier”. TK looked at one of the shelter employees, standing beside him in a highlighter-yellow T-shirt. “Was that right?”

“It was perfect,” she said, laughing. “Hi,” she said, holding her hand out to Carlos. “I’m Shelby. You must be TK’s husband?”

“Carlos Reyes,” Carlos said, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you”. He looked back at TK. “Are you done at two today?”

“Oh, no, I was done at one,” TK said, tickling Esme under her chin. Carlos had never seen someone tickle a snake before. All he was thinking was that the thing could unhinge its jaw and swallow TK’s hand whole.

No pressure tagging - I tag @dreamingofmickeywaffles @anewkindofme @snowviolettwhite @reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @lightningboltreader @thebumblecee @eclectic-sassycoweyes @sugdenlovesdingle @kiloskywalker and anyone else who wants to do it- open tag 🫶

#911 lone star #wip wednesday #911 ls fic #tarlos fic