#something about the way tk drags carlos back

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> 4.16

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tarlos #tarlosedit #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlosweddingcelebration #I... might be planning multiple sets for this prompt because I am too indecisive to pick a favorite #this one is def my fave for s4 though i think #something about the way tk drags carlos back #and how they just stare at each other like That before going in for the kiss #my gifs #episode: s04e16 a house divided

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @jesuisici33 @birdclowns @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @ambiguouspenny @louis-ii-reyes-strand for the tags! It’s nice to get stuck into something new. The main warnings here are grief, loss of a parent, description of injury and death. Just another Wednesday over here 🫣

In some ways, losing his mother is like falling through the ice all over again. In the distant back of his mind, part of him had known it might happen, that untimely, terrible things are possible. He knew it like he knows the taste of sharp air when a scene takes a turn for the worse, the breathless, cutting moment when a patient slips too far out of his reach. He knew it like the feeling of ribs cracking under his hands – strong arms aching, pale fingers interlocked – as he commands life back into a stranger’s long motionless body. These things happen, yet they feel abstract all the same. He knew the ground could have given way beneath him as he crawled on his belly over the ice, adrenaline shielding him from the cold at first. He knew it could have all gone wrong.

But he reaches every call feeling certain that they’ll save someone, and although he’d understood the nature of winter and the cruelties of ice water, he’d reached for that boy with a naive surety that he was safe from the clutches of the thing that was killing him. Patients die, ice cracks and splinters and plunges grown bodies under. These things happen, but they’d never happened to him. The knowledge of every maybe was nothing more than fleeting shadows in his mind – ghosts, long before his mother was one.

But the ice gave way.

His mother hit her head on the sidewalk.

TK almost drowned, almost died, and his mother bled out over concrete no one had paid much thought to until that moment. Someone had to hook TK’s body up to the ventilator once he’d been dragged out of the water, connect him to all those wires and machines just to keep his lungs working. And someone had to wash his mother’s blood from the concrete, call Enzo away from work.

All these things that were always possibilities, but from which TK had naively felt protected, immune. A lot of paramedics get badly hurt in the field. A lot of people lose their mother before they’re twenty-nine.

He guesses he’d just never realised that these things happen ever actually meant they could happen to him, that when his father reminded him there’s no guarantees in this life, for anybody, not only did that apply to TK, but his mother – who was beautiful; kind; strong willed; enthusiastic about Chinese food and cute home decor and the very best fruit teas – was included too.

And now TK’s immune system is shot to shit, and his mother has been gone for three days

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

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One last section of Hands Fic before it's posted!

“Can I tell you something else?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah, baby, of course you can.” TK stares up at him, wide-eyed and dewy, the pleasure in his body starting to roll and spike again as Carlos presses his middle fingertip carefully but relentlessly inside him.

“Since you’ve moved in, I always think of the same thing just before I go to sleep. Like, it helps me fall asleep.” Carlos blushes. It’s a small pinkness, but TK can detect it shining amongst the golden warmth of his skin. “It’s not really a sex thing. I mean, it sort of is. We were naked. Your first night here. You said you were too tired to do anything much. I asked if you wanted me to hold you.”

“I said yes. I wanted you to hold me all night.”

“You took your clothes off and I thought you were going to put your pajamas on, but you didn’t. You just stood in front of me.” Carlos’ breath changes – shakes in a different way. “I stripped off. We looked at each other naked. And touched each other. I don’t know for how long. Then we got into bed, and we kissed for a while. You wanted to rub my back but you were so exhausted, so I rubbed yours. You fell asleep. I was awake, like, all night, almost. Because you asked me to hold you. I didn’t want to sleep because I thought I might let go and I didn’t want to. But now I do go to sleep thinking about it. I go to sleep holding you while remembering holding you. You’re in my mind, TK, and my body. It’s like I’m flooded with life when I touch you, but with peace as well. Do you know what I mean?”

A lump rises in TK’s throat. He tries to blink away his tears, but lying down, gravity drags them from his eyes and [redacted].

Carlos doesn’t do the usual thing. The whispery “hey hey hey hey” hushing. He doesn’t stop to hold him. He keeps working his hand up and down TK’s c*ck, keeps the fingers of his left hand inside him, and he watches TK cry, letting a few tears of his own sweep down his face, and together they just feel it. They feel what it’s like to be back together, with the full knowledge of what it’s like to be apart, to have thought they would never touch each other like this again. For the first time since [redacted], TK finds himself truly in the moment. His mind fogs around the past, and he lets it go without even realizing. He watches Carlos’ perfect hands feel him intimately, and he breathes the way Carlos tells him, filling his body with air.

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#WIP Wednesday #My fic #tarlos fanfiction #I made a banner!!! I have a banner now!!! #Proud of my little amber glowy banner

[rmd-writes]

Sending an ask for nice ask day!!

Noticed we have a lot of similar fandom interests -- if David, Patrick, Carlos, TK, Alex, and Henry were to meet, where would it happen? who would get along the most outside of the pairing?

hello! What a great ask! I love finding people who share multiple fandoms, so hello new friend!!! 💖

Believe it or not, this is something I’ve thought about previously, so strap in.

A while back @blackandwhiteandrose wrote a fic (about how David and TK were friends (if you love both characters, you should read this fic, it’s so good) back when David still lived in NYC. Having read it and discussed it with BWR later, I wholeheartedly agree that they were friends who lost touch after TK moved to Austin. Not immediately though - you know in s1 of SC how David is always on the phone texting? We know that his NYC friends were mostly assholes, so who was he texting? TK.

TK probably got a new phone or deleted all of his NYC contacts when he moved to Austin, so he lost David’s number then too. But maybe he’s scrolling Instagram one day and comes across Alexis’ account or the Rose Apothecary account, or maybe Nancy is laughing hysterically at Moira’s accidental live stream of the conversation about David’s oopsie-daisy and eventually TK gets back in touch with David. They’re both happy now, really happy. Deeply in love, safe and content with who they are as people, happy.

Patrick suggests that he and David make the trip to Austin and David can catch up with TK while they’re there. (There’s probably some kind of sportsball game Patrick would want to watch, idk).

I’m taking liberties now, but bear with me. While they’re in Austin, they go to a restaurant and there’s a fire. Please go read @missgeevious’s absolutely hysterical fic to find out what happens.

Once Patrick gets over his mortification (it’s short lived, David won’t allow it, there are food trucks to visit and proper bbq to be had), they go with TK and Carlos on a tour of Carlos’ favourite food trucks and end up at Franklin’s BBQ, which David wanted to go to because he read about it in an article about FSOTUS.

Carlos raises a brow at David’s seeming insistence on wearing sweaters in the Texas heat, but he’s glad it’s not actually summer or TK might need to put his paramedic skills to work on his friend. There’s a moment when Carlos catches Patrick’s eye as their respective husbands are chatting loudly and gesticulating wildly and there’s a fond resignation in Patrick’s expression that he recognises. One that says, “sometimes I can’t believe that I chose him but I’m so glad every day that I did.” Carlos feels that way about TK too.

When they make it to Franklin’s the line is long and Carlos notices the presence of private security officers in suits - unusual for somewhere like Franklin’s. The reason for it becomes apparent when they realize that Alex, Henry, Nora and June are ahead of them in line. They’d come to Texas for a long weekend at the lake house. It’s David who recognises them first - Alexis used to have a giant crush on Prince Henry, she’d met him once before at a party on a yacht (Pez dragged Henry to the party), and in the way that only Alexis can, had come home and huffed that Henry must not be interested in women, “because, David, he, like, barely even looked at me and I was wearing that sparkly Balenciaga!” (Little did she know that she was correct. “I knew it!” she proclaimed when news broke of the emails, before she’d gone all teary eyed once the enormity of what had happened to Alex and Henry had hit her).

Turns out that the world is both too big and ridiculously small - Carlos and June had taken a class together at UT, even worked on a group assignment together. When June comes over to say hi to Carlos, they end up all sitting together: David, Patrick, TK, Carlos, Alex, Henry, June and Nora. They share their food and laugh so much and more than one other patron does a double take at the ridiculous level of hotness sitting at their tables.

David gets along surprisingly well with Nora - she reminds both him and Patrick of Stevie, in a way. Carlos and Henry become fast friends and it’s not long before he and Alex are talking in Spanish about their favourite foods as well. David, TK and Alex - in an uncoordinated attack - separately try to steal food off their respective partners’ plates only to be met with loud protests, followed by triumph, because their partners never really say no. There’s laughter when they realise what’s happened simultaneously around the table.

They sit there talking and laughing and eating until they realise that the sunlight is fading and they’ve been there for hours now, simply enjoying the company and revelling in feeling happy, and safe, and free.

#I had SO much fun with this #nice ask day #tarlos #911 lone star #schitt’s creek #rwrb #firstprince #rmd writes: sc snippet #rmd writes: rwrb snippet #rmd writes: ls snippet

[heartstringsduet]

thanks for tagging me @goodways and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ✨ She's reaching for the First Aid kit again ;) TW: Mention of drugs

“What’s gotten into you?” Carlos asks sharply, pulling TK away from his looping thoughts. “Are you drunk already?” It’s the tone Carlos uses when they’re arguing about something. Something serious like class privileges. Or something silly like Pizza Hawaii that surprisingly got heated, too. TK remembers bringing Carlos a slice of pineapple filled pizza to tease him the next time they met. A way to say ‘just like you, I can be casual about anything and what will you do about it?’ TK remembers the flicker between quiet confusion and annoyance on Carlos’ face as he accepted the slice. It’s the same expression he wears now.  “Kennedy?” Oh? Oh. “Yes, Car-los?” His name feels so good on his tongue TK repeats it quietly. “Carlos.” Now Carlos frowns. That’s no good. That’s worse in fact. TK draws closer, so close the worry seems to leap at TK, too. He made a mistake. Before Carlos can ask the right question, read the answer in his blown pupils, TK slips away again.  “Gotta go say hi to…to Tom or something. You know him. Tom something something gap between his teeth. Anyway, see you around,” TK yells before he pushes through the small crowd. He doesn’t get far. How? Why? Hadn’t he moved super fast? He looks back to see what stopped him. Just like he had before, Carlos has him by one arm. “Wait,” Carlos orders and TK only knows how to follow when his voice gets like this. Cool fingers lift TK’s chin. Quickly, TK looks down and goes cross eyed to avoid Carlos seeing his eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” Carlos pauses and that drags as much as anything else right now. Carlos' voice and face are so intense TK has to bite back a laugh. He forgets to avoid his eyes for it. Carlos' are are dark, so dark. The light breaks in them, looks like stars, not that TK has seen many in New York. TK feels starlit, star-seen, looking at Carlos. “Yeah I’m super fine. Never been better, actually,” TK says, grinning. “Okay that one time, in grade school, my mom took me to dim sum. On Spring Street. You know it? We have to go one day. Their Xiao—, xiao— Xialin—, ugh their soup dumplings are to die for. They’re super hot though. You got to blow on them before you eat them—” “Kennedy—” “If you don’t like dumplings they have—” “Ke—" "But the dumplings are seriously the best so don't actually skip—" "TK!" Carlos forces TK's mouth shut with the hand still on his chin. "TK? I think someone might have mixed something into your drink.”

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#tarlos #tarlos fic #first aid #michelle writes #wip wednesday #tw: mention of drugs #this is still unedited and raw #also pls don't feel obligated to share/like if this isn't for you #regarding the tw but also in general #this fic kind of might not be for everyone?

[sugdenlovesdingle]

WIP Wednesday *just pretend there is a cool header here*

thanks for tagging me @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

no pride fic this week (that's still in the works though!) but a little something that's been knocking around my head forever and i finally started writing at about 5am today and may or may not go anywhere.

Have some soft tarlos in NYC.

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"Feels weird to be back here." TK said, staring out the window to the city below.

"Good weird? Or bad weird?" Carlos asked, coming to stand behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

TK sighed and leaned back in his embrace.

"I don't know. Weird weird." He took a minute to collect his thoughts while Carlos dropped a small kiss in his neck. "When dad dragged me to Austin... the only thing I wanted was to come back here one way or another. I begged my mom to help me keep my apartment. I even tried to get my old captain to take me back on..."

"Old captain? I thought you'd always worked with your dad?"

TK shook his head.

"No, when I first got out of the academy I wanted to do everything on my own. I even tried to get my name changed to Morgan so people wouldn't know I was Owen Strand's son."

"So really, you've been giving personnel departments of the nation's fire departments headaches with name changes since the academy?" Carlos teased.

"Shut up." TK laughed and softly elbowed him in the stomach. "The last name change was your idea, remember? Mister Reyes-Strand."

"It was worth the paperwork and the hassle." Carlos vowed. "I like having the same name as you. Let the world know you're mine and I'm yours."

"Marriage made you a sap." TK said but turned his head for a kiss.

They stood and watched the city for a while from the window of the hotel room Gwyn had insisted on booking for them as belated wedding present.

"You know, the restaurant where I proposed to Alex is just a few blocks from here."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, just a few blocks south. One or two stops on the subway I think. If it's still there..."

"Hmm... Are you hungry?" Carlos asked, and much to TK's disappointment, let go of him to look for something in his suitcase.

"I guess I could eat... We could go to that place on Spring Street, if you want to go out. It's not far from here." TK suggested, trying to keep up with his husband's train of thought.

"Maybe tomorrow." Carlos replied and pulled his t-shirt over his head and put on a dress shirt. "Is this ok?"

"For what?"

"Making new memories."

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I'm so so so late to the party (as usual) so I'm sure everyone's already done this... so open tag for anyone who (still) wants to share something!

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #wip wednesday #my writing

[safeashousespdf]

semicompleted saturday

rules: share a scene or piece of art that never made it into a finished piece, and probably never will.

tagged by @mooshkat <3 this was going to be a saucy little 3.07 coda, but i just got bored of it and moved on. oh well! hope y’all enjoy what there is.

There’s something thrilling about the way Carlos wrestles him into the passenger seat, with one hand guiding his head, and the other gripped right where TK’s shoulder becomes his neck. He waits for the slam of the door, when he knows Carlos won’t see him grinning at the spoils— the pounding in his chest, the sting of his skinned knees, the dangerous clench of his boyfriend’s jaw as he lowers himself into the driver’s seat.

“They started it,” He says through pursed lips. Carlos had warned him before about poking the bear, but claws have never deterred TK. If anything, they excite him.

Carlos looks over at him with a stern expression, but the corners of his mouth quirk upward, breaking his resolve.

He shakes his head fondly. “You’re trouble.”

“Yeah, but you’re into it,” TK muses.

He’d felt it just moments ago, when Carlos had dragged him out of the dogpile. TK had dug his heels into the dirt, fighting against him to try and jump back into the fray. But Carlos wasn’t letting up that easily. The harder TK fought, the more force he was met with. Muscled arms wrapped tightly around his middle, and Carlos had whispered a hot and gravely order to behave through gritted teeth.

The scene had bordered on indecent. It felt like some kind of exhebisionist display of something they would otherwise save for the privacy of their home (or the car, or the occasional public restroom. There had been one incident where Owen caught them in his kitchen, but that was an outlier and not to be counted.)

It left TK starving for more.

And Carlos clearly knows the feeling. He’s leaning across the gearshift, crowding TK back against the window. He’s got one arm braced on the back of the seat, flexed and bulging with veins. With the other he pulls TK’s sunglasses off his nose and sets them on the dashboard. Carlos takes his chin between his fingers, posing him like he’s looking for the perfect spot to sink his teeth.

“What am I going to do with you?” He uses the same low, sultry voice as he did out on the field.

“Anything.” TK’s voice comes out as a whimper. “Fuck.”

He means it too. He’d take anything Carlos offered right now, just as long as it meant getting his hands on him. Carlos could fuck him to tears in the backseat and leave him a sobbing mess in the parking lot if he wanted, and TK would be grateful for the release.

He looks like he’s considering going in for a kiss, but he must change his mind. He leans back into his seat and slips his key into the ignition. Under the soft growl of the engine he says;

“Guess you’re just gonna have to wait.”

TK whines at that, hitting his head back against the seat. His cock is already throbbing in his suddenly too tight boxer-briefs. He reaches into his lap to relieve some of the pressure, but Carlos snatches his hand up with a bruising grip around his wrist.

Caught, TK snaps his head up. He’s expecting another reprimand, but Carlos isn’t even looking his way. His eyes are glued to his mirrors as he reverses out of their parking spot. Even as he pulls out onto the main road, he maintains the vice-like hold on TK that keeps him from soothing his aching cock.

All TK can do is sit there and want. He watches the flex of Carlos’s fingers, the way his knuckles have gone white around the steering wheel, around his wrist. He knows Carlos is eager too, but the release isn’t what matters to him. What Carlos gets off on is control— forcing TK into submission, teasing him until he’s desperate for it.

It’s always a competition between them. They chase each other in circles like dogs through one prolonged climax.

“You know I could just use my right hand,” he says pathetically. It’s the best he can manage right now as far as psychological warfare goes. All of the blood from his brain is rushing between his legs.

“You could,” Carlos agrees. “It’s not like I’d be able to stop you.”

TK frowns. It’s the oldest trick in the book, and he’s falling for it hook, line and sinker. Carlos feigns indifference and suddenly he’s tripping over himself to please him.

“Carlos,” he whines.

Carlos shushes him. “We’re almost there,” he says. He releases his hold on TK’s wrist in favor of rubbing his thigh. The gesture should be soothing, but it only worsens his need— Carlos’s hands on him, too close, not close enough. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise gets under his skin, lights a fire there. It’s a power play. A gentle reminder that he’s got TK right where he wants him, aching and compliant. Thanks, but no thanks.

TK doesn’t want to be good. He just wants.

He’s already crawling across the center console when Carlos finally shifts the Camaro into park. TK drags him into a rough, biting kiss. He can still taste the ballpark on his tongue: kicked-up dust, stale bubblegum, blood and grass stains and scorching afternoon sun.

It’s always a competition, but that doesn’t mean there has to be a winner and a loser. Sometimes it just means taking off the gloves, taking off whatever else they can, and roughing each other up.

Carlos bites his lip hard enough to sting, but TK delights in the pain. He moans and his head lolls back, not far enough to slip out from between Carlos’s teeth. Carlos doesn’t let him go too far before he’s reeling him back into another kiss, all wet tongues sliding together and reaching deep inside him.

His cock grazes Carlos’s thigh and he lets out a pained whimper. It’s the closest he’s got to the sort of attention he’s craving, and the oversensitivity feels like an electric shock. He twitches his hips again— experimenting with more and more friction until he’s grinding against his boyfriends lap, the steady pace punctuated by little cries of ah, ah, ah.

Carlos’s powerful hands are sliding up TK’s waist now, then across his chest. They pause for just a few moments to tease at his sensitive nipples, already chafed raw against the rough fabric of the jersey, then keep pushing up, across his sternum, his collarbone, and finally settle around his throat. His grip is gentle, only the suggestion of pressure, but it’s enough that when TK feels Carlos pushing him away, he’s helpless to do anything but be led.

Carlos tuts at the nasally sound that escapes from him. “I know,” he says softly. “You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you?”

TK nods his head frantically, hands white-knuckled around Carlos’s wrist.

“What’s that?”

“Please, Carlos. Fuck, I need you.”

Something like a smirk flashes in Carlos’s eyes. He studies up and down TK’s body— the wet stain growing at his crotch, his wrinkled jersey and backwards ballcap. TK’s sure that he’s probably flushed, with swollen, spit-slicked lips to match him.

“Good,” Carlos says under his breath. He reaches behind TK and shuts off the engine with a click.

feeling very evil for this one… tagging @tailoredshirt to also be evil with me <3

#charlie.txt #911ls #my fic

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

AGENT REYES IS BACK BABY - here with a real, freshly written snippet for you beautiful people.

thank you to @welcometololaland (the soulmates are drowing in tension, that's for fucking sure), @inflarescent, @rmd-writes, @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, and @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3

Judd drags a chair over and collapses in between them, “We have intel that the O’Connell family is planning on hitting us when we leave the gala. According to Billy, the O’Connell family and the Cunningham family had been fighting over this particular diamond set before it was seized in the raid, and they caught wind of Cunningham’s plan. It’s not lookin’ too hot for us.”

Carlos moves the bag of peas to the center of the swelling, continuing the conversation. “I can get a file pulled on the O’Connells, maybe have a team move in on them before they can get to us to the sarcophagus.”

Judd is shaking his head before Carlos even finishes speaking, “No, no, no one can know that we’re working with the CIA, or that we’re getting ready to pull out of the game all together. It’s vital that we stay under the radar while pulling out of the game, or else Billy’s gonna take us out, no hesitation. We just get ready for the ambush, make sure we’re properly prepared for the attack.”

“Do we have an actual plan for the set, or are we literally just stealing it and hoping for the best?” Carlos knows he sounds cynical, and maybe even a little whiny, but he’s working with the Phoenix – art heist extraordinaire – he’s allowed to want to see him in action. 

“Marjan pulled the blueprints and security system plans last night, and booked flight tickets for us at 0200, and it’s currently,” TK glances at the phone on the dining table, “10am. We have eighteen hours to figure out how we’re going to pull this off while also fighting off the Cunninghams’ biggest and most powerful rivals – and not die in the process. Cunningham was kind enough,” TK says, the words dripping with disdain and sarcasm, “to get us on the guest list for the gala happening at the archives tomorrow night.”

“Carlos and I will find our way onto the list, it honestly shouldn’t be that complicated – I’ll make a few calls right now,” Paul says, exiting the room. 

Judd silently exits as well, murmuring something under his breath about how he and Grace will work on the escape plans, leaving just TK and Carlos at the dining room table, staring at each other in silence, the tension in the air so thick Carlos thinks he’s choking on it. 

i'm tagging @detective-giggles, @decafdino, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, and @chaotictarlos (bestie i dropped new agent reyes content xx)

#sanjuwrites #agent reyes 👀 #their first kiss is explosive i promise - i started writing it and i am OBSESSED

[angeltk]

BUTTCHEEKS AND BROWNIES

okay, @chaotictarlos and i were tossing ideas around, and the thought of 'nothing but an apron' popped into my head, and this happened.

warnings: dom!carlos at the end, food!play, tk walking around with nothing but an apron on, also walking around fully nude for a lil moment, mdni

author's note: omg..... hahaha. this is unedited and only read through once by myself, so i hope it's somewhat decent

TK felt all excited and tingly as he stripped. His belt went first, followed by his pants, his shirt, and his boxers. He threw everything into the hamper in the bedroom, and then, naked to the world- or to his home and the one opened window, that is- he wandered back to the kitchen.

He made a small 'o' with his mouth when the breeze drifting from the open window made contact with his uncovered nipples, causing them to stiffen instantly. It made his cock twitch. It really didn't take much to get TK going, but he was a little surprised that a teeny gust of wind was all it took to get him half-hard already.

He supposed it had something to do with the plans he'd made for tonight. The thought of those plans made him shiver, his dick now at full attention. He really was just so desperate for it tonight. He blushed when he glanced down at the floor and saw his own arousal in his shadow, long and ready to be touched however Carlos saw fit when he got home.

TK made his way to the kitchen counter. He took the folded apron he laid out not too long ago, and proceeded to pull it over his head. He circled the ties around his waist twice before creating a knot. He tightened it a little, loving the slight pressure against his skin, and then the timer started to ring.

TK switched off the oven, bending down to carefully took out the contents, before practically throwing the gooey treats onto the side, startled by Carlos, who he hadn't even heard come in.

"Oh, please, don't stop on my account." Carlos was resting against the counter, arms folded, one brow raised. His eyes travelled the length of TK's body, appreciating every inch. "I was enjoying the view."

"Good." TK replied, more than happy to see his fiancé was home, more than happy for his plans to begin. "We're having an after-shift midnight snack. Want one?"

TK cuts a corner of the brownie from the tray and offers it to Carlos, who shakes his head, causing TK to frown. He's about to question Carlos' rejection, but then he's pleasantly surprised by the request that stops him.

"Feed it to me."

TK nods, then lifts the brownie to Carlos' mouth. He can't tear his eyes away as he watches Carlos slowly bite into the chocolate. He eats the piece in four small bites, then purposefully makes a show of licking his lips and fingers when he's done. He ends his little show with a wink, causing TK to blush, his cock twitching underneath the think material of his apron.

He tries to ignore it for a moment. He wants to have everything ready before he drags Carlos to the bedroom where's he laid a towel on their bed in preparation for the mess. He doesn't want to cum already, just from the way Carlos is watching him; he wants to savour tonight, take it slow.

"Uh, we need ice cream." He opens up the freezer and pulls out a new, unopened carton, then moves to the fridge. "And I cut up some strawberries, too."

"So, TK... is there an explanation as to why you aren't wearing boxers under that apron?"

"Correction; I'm not wearing anything under this apron."

"Oh. So then, you are trying to seduce me, huh?" Carlos whispers, then closes the short distance between them.

His hands slide around to TK's waist, his fingertips running small circles there. The gentle touch makes TK's cock jump, and thinks he may alrady be leaking precum. God, he's so ready for the next couple of hours.

TK smirks when Carlos presses his entire front flush to his back. He can feel Carlos' growing erection against his ass, as a wandering hand moves down to take a hold of his own over his apron.

"Ah. Carlos, please."

"You're so worked up, love. All needy and wet already. What were you planning for us, hm?"

Carlos' thumb presses against the slit of TK's head, the pre-cum smearing against the apron, causing a wet mark on the material.

"Hm, Tyler? What did you have planned?"

"The brownies. Ice cream, mmm, was gonna—"

TK doesn't get a chance to finish when Carlos suddenly drops to his knees. He gasps when he feels coldness against his rear, and he momentarily wonders how he didn't notice Carlos take the ice cream tub from the counter.

"This? You wanted to play with your food?" TK nods enthusiastically as Carlos uses a spoon to drop cold vanilla between his plump cheeks.

It dribbles down, and TK bucks into nothing but air when it passes over his hole. "Yes! God, yes. Mm, I wanted to paint you with chocolate and ice cream and lick it all off of you. Was gonna get the squirty cream out, too. Suck it off your big cock before you split me open on it."

"That so?" Carlos chuckles at TK's rambly outburst, his mind flicking through images of everything he'd said. He stands again, turning TK around to face him. "Tell me... did you prep yourself?"

"N-no, not today."

"Good." Carlos smiles. "That's my job. Now, I think we can make these plans come true, darlin'. Only, I think you'll be my canvas instead. Now... go lie down on the bed while I bring everything in. Yes?"

TK nods, nearly tripping when he hears Carlos praise him as he heads for the bedroom. 

"Good boy."

taglist: @wandering-night19 @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur @rubinsteinsilva126 @maniadeityn @just-inside-her @chaotictarlos @lightningboltreader + let me know if you'd like to be added/removed, please!

#angeltk write #angeltk #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos smut

[endlessfighter]

My Tarlos fanfic Masterpost

It's been a while since I have posted my masterpost and there have been so many new people to the fandom... And some of you may not have read them yet... so here's some mostly spice for this long long hiatus.

I may or may not also just have found some unfinished wedding night smut I wrote right after the episode aired... maybe I should finish that ;)

Breathe, just breathe…

Chapters: 2/2, Words: 2875, Rating: G

This little story picks up right as TK wakes up from his coma and goes a little further than we have seen on the show. Mostly from Carlos' perspective. Just a little introspective of his feelings and a decision to talk later.

Both of them just need to breathe first... both literally and figuratively!

Regain Your Power

One Shot, Words: 7446, Rating: Explicit, Warning: BDSM, pure filth!

Set in 3x11, right after the Raging Bull scene.... Carlos needs to regain some of his power, so he slowly takes TK apart in the best way he knows.

This Thing Called Love

One Shot, Words: 2418, Rating: Explicit

“You’re not just saying yes so you can go back to sleep, right?” he quips, in an attempt to break them out of their serious moment and let their happiness take over.

“I mean maybe… maybe… but…” Carlos mumbles as he kisses him again and drags him back into bed, covering TK’s body with his own. This is where TK feels safest, the weight of Carlos’ body pressing him into the mattress, cocooning them in warmth, and protecting him from the world

- or the soft sex I imagined they had right after

To Make You Feel My Love

One Shot, Words: 2411, Rating: Explicit, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

“You thought I wanted to fix you, but there’s nothing to fix because I already love everything about you”. TK looked at him a little skeptical. “I doubt you love everything.”

Carlos just placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and responded seriously “everything!”

He trailed little kisses from TK’s nose to his cheekbones and across his forehead.

“I love your mind!” he said, pressing a kiss to TK’s temple. “Even when it decides it’s a good idea to bring a flesh-eating lizard into our house.” As TK giggled over Carlos’s continued displeasure with their previous pet, Carlos continued his trail of kisses down TK’s neck and across his sternum.

or what if Carlos' phone had rung an hour later and he got to show TK just exactly how much he loves him

Satisfy you

One Shot, Words: 6076, Rating: Explicit

Inspired by this prompt on tumblr:

"Give me a fic where TK tells Carlos (or Carlos finds out somehow) that Alex wouldn’t let him cum almost all the time. Not in a bdsm way, but in a fucked up controlling way. So, naturally, Carlos (after a quick “this ok with you” convo) ties TK up and pulls as many from him as possible, leaving TK a whimpering, over stimulated in the best way, mess"

Or how I imagine TK and Carlos start that part of their relationship in my series (can be read alone though)

The Ghost of You

One Shot, Words: 1958, Rating: G

A few weeks after his mother's death, TK wakes up in the middle of the night feeling warm and comfortable.

And then he sees something he should not be seeing.

#tarlos #my fic #masterpost #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911VerseFic

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Thanks to @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom and @sanjuwrites for the tags! Please enjoy some (more than seven sentence worth of) angsty smut from First Time After, a WIP I’m hoping to finish by the end of next week! 💛

Carlos sucks him slowly tonight. Slow but not teasing – an important distinction. It’s sensual this time, the way Carlos sinks down slowly, sucks TK firm but with delicate pace. It’s not about showing off, not about making him beg for more or pull Carlos’s hair to guide him playfully. It’s about love, TK realises, as he makes fists in the bedsheets and lets his whole life’s experience narrow down to the warmth of Carlos’s mouth as he takes him in like this – the gentle drag of his tongue against the underside of TK’s c*ck, the way he pulls back carefully and slides back down, the way he grips TK’s thighs softly, strokes his thumbs back and forth soothingly over his skin. It’s about need, he thinks, as he tilts his head back and touches fingers to Carlos’s head. He applies no pressure, makes no attempt to control his movements. He feels the softness of his boyfriend’s hair and the heat of him through his curls. He hears himself moaning, soft keens that break through the silence, his every breath gone ragged as Carlos blows him expertly, and lovingly, right here on their bed.

And, as Carlos sinks down as far as he’s gone yet tonight, and swallows against the sensitive head of TK’s c*ck, TK’s body gives a tantalising, involuntary jolt, and he remembers there’s one more thing all of this is about.

Grief.

Something small dislodges in TK’s chest, and a sob tears out of his throat.

No pressure tags below

@birdclowns @welcometololaland @bonheur-cafe @catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand @tailoredshirt @redshirt2 @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings @three-drink-amy @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @inflarescent @noxsoulmate @never-blooms @mooshkat @meditating-honey-badger @chaotictarlos @fitzherbertssmolder @paperstorm @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @rosedavid @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @goodways @jesuisici33 @sznofthesticks and YOU if you’re not tagged and wanna play! 💛

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fic #seven sentence sunday

[strandnreyes]

from the sailor lifetime

Carlos curls into TK’s chest, twisting his fingers around the chain that’s ever present on TK’s neck as TK presses a kiss to his forehead. 

He’s silent as he watches Carlos, but after the fifth loop Carlos makes with the metal around his fingers, TK sits up and the chain disentangles from Carlos’ grasp. Before Carlos can question him, he pulls the necklace over his head and holds it in his outstretched palm. 

Carlos looks down at it, and then back up at TK’s small smile. “TK, I cannot take this from you.”

He shoves his hand closer. “You’re not. I’m offering.”

Carlos frowns. “You never part with this.”

“I guess you will have to come home so you can return it to me then,” he shrugs and Carlos’ frown deepens. He sits up as well. 

“I don’t need an incentive to come home.”

“I know.” He closes his hand around the necklace in a fist, biting his bottom lip before he quietly says, “I just want you to have a part of me with you.”

Carlos can’t deny that he wants that more than anything, any bit of TK with him that he can have. He silently studies TK and the way his fingers clench and unclench around the necklace before Carlos nods, bowing his head. 

TK slips the chain over his neck and smiles at him as he brings his head back up. 

Carlos brings a hand to his chest, pressing the weight of it into his skin. “I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

TK brushes a curl away from his forehead. “I do not doubt that.”

Next to the imprint of the small oval, he feels the outline of his own cross and his hands are moving to undo the clasp before he can think twice. 

TK’s hand on his wrist stops him. “No.”

“I want to give you something to remember me by, too,” Carlos protests.

TK cups his cheek sweetly. “I have all of this.” He gestures around them. “Our home. Your pillow, your clothing. All of our belongings. It’s not you, but it’s better than the barren berth of a ship,” he says sadly. 

Carlos nods uneasily. He’s tried not to think of what his living quarters will be. The filth, the crowdedness, the cold, the ever looming danger. 

He focuses back on the room around him now, the home they built together out in the countryside with TK’s earnings from the theater after he performed in his last show. 

It’s nothing grand, but they sell apples and eggs to local markets and while it needed a bit of fixing up in the beginning, it’s peaceful and it’s theirs. A place where they don’t have to pretend to be anyone else. 

Carlos has spent the last few days explaining to TK the tasks that normally were his. Today he showed him how to fix the old latch on the chicken coop that never seems to stay shut. Before TK always delegated the task to Carlos with a laugh and a kiss on the cheek as he claimed that Carlos had the magic touch. That’s not an option anymore.  

“Carlos?” TK asks. 

Carlos’ fingers are still curled around his cross, but he slowly lets it go. “Okay,” he accepts. 

TK looks grateful. “You need a little more faith out there than I do here, anyway,” he says. Neither of them believe in much, but it’s hard not to look for comfort in times like this.

TK slouches further into the mattress, tipping his head onto Carlos’ shoulder. He loves how tactile TK is, especially after sex, but the way he gives more and more of his weight to Carlos means he’s well on his way to drifting off and Carlos isn’t ready for their night to be over. 

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he says in an attempt to keep TK alert, but also because he wants to know everything.

TK gives him a funny look at the sudden change in conversation before smiling and easily saying, “You’re the only man I have ever loved.”

Carlos shakes his head and kisses TK sweetly before murmuring, “I know that already.”

TK’s own smile lingers for a moment before twisting into a forlorn look. He drags the blanket higher up his lap and stares down as he wrings his fingers in it. 

“You’re the only one I will ever love,” he whispers like a vow.

Carlos’ body stiffens. “TK—”

He shakes his head once, leaving it facing the opposite of Carlos. “No.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #wip wednesday #tk strand #carlos reyes

[rmd-writes]

11. toothpaste kisses - Tarlos 🥰

Sorry this took me so long to get to!!! I went a little rogue and you’re getting a college au, hope that’s okay! 💖

TK is standing in his pyjama pants, brushing his teeth when Carlos comes into their shared bathroom in nothing but his boxers to do the same. He watches as Carlos squeezes the toothpaste onto his toothbrush, pointedly puts the lid back onto the tube – something TK doesn’t always do – then briefly wets the toothbrush before putting it into his mouth.

Despite the fact that they’ve been roommates for over a year now, and friends for longer than that, this isn’t something that usually happens.Things are different now, now that they’ve gone from being just roommates to something more than that, to being boyfriends, but the fact of the matter remains that things between them are new, their bathroom is small and there’s only one sink, and so brushing their teeth is generally a solitary activity.

The thought of Carlos being his boyfriend now makes TK smile around his toothbrush and Carlos catches his eye in the mirror. “What?” he mumbles around his toothbrush.

TK spits some of the foam in his mouth out into the sink. “Nothing,” he answers, smiling at Carlos before sticking the toothbrush back into his mouth again.

Carlos spits. “What’s so funny?”

TK just shakes his head at him and shrugs, moving the toothbrush around his mouth. Carlos raises a brow and stares at him in the mirror for a few seconds then goes back to brushing his teeth. TK spits again and grins at Carlos. Carlos does the same. They don’t say anything, just brush and spit and brush and spit and it feels competitive like one of them is going to win at this. It’s probably unnecessary and honestly, a little gross, but somehow there’s an inexplicable tension building between them, like a slow-burning fuse that’s been lit.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the first night they’re both back in their room after the holidays. Maybe it’s that the bathroom is small enough that they’re basically standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the sink, TK’s right arm brushing against Carlos’ left as they shift their weight, exchanging glances and smirking around their toothbrushes. Maybe it’s that they’re both shirtless and TK is being shamelessly bold about his appreciation for Carlos’ bare torso, letting his eyes roam hungrily across Carlos’ body and Carlos isn’t being subtle about looking at TK either.

TK spits and rinses his mouth, wiping it on the back of his hand, but doesn’t move, waiting for Carlos to do the same. Carlos puts his toothbrush on the counter and turns to face TK, his eyes slowly dragging down TK’s body, lingering below his hips where TK knows it’s probably obvious through his thin pyjama pants that he’s half-hard with anticipation. He’d be embarrassed about it, but Carlos is too.

Carlos steps towards him, reaching out to wrap his arms around TK’s waist and TK winds his arms around Carlos’ broad shoulders in response. It feels as if the moment stretches forever, and yet in an instant, Carlos’ lips are on his. It’s not the desperate kiss TK was expecting; it’s tender and careful, soft presses of Carlos’ lips against his before a light brush of his tongue coaxing TK’s mouth open. Carlos tastes like toothpaste and smells like apple-scented shampoo and when TK scratches a little at the nape of Carlos’ neck, he hums a little into the kiss and TK can feel the way Carlos is smiling against his lips. It makes TK smile too, until they’re both smiling so hard they’re barely kissing anymore.

“Hi,” Carlos whispers.

“Hey.” TK pulls back a little so he can see Carlos’s face. “Can we do this somewhere else?”

“Sure, your place or mine?” Carlos says, waggling his eyebrows as TK groans at the joke.

He kisses Carlos again instead of answering, and thinks that if being Carlos’ boyfriend and roommate means minty toothpaste kisses on demand, well, he’s more than okay with that.

#soft prompts #rmd writes #tarlos fic #tarlos college au #rmd writes: ls snippet

[paperstorm]

Sorry I should apologise for unloading about something so depressing in your ask box! Let's forget about real life and go back to happy thoughts about LS where our favourite first responders are all lovely people (and where Carlos can carry TK)!

How about TK finally dragging Carlos on that hike he’s always talking about wanting to do (but as TK pointed out, never actually did it) but then Carlos gets his mountain man groove on but TK gets sweaty and tired and whines until Carlos agrees to give him a piggyback the rest of the way.

#911ls asks

[chaotictarlos]

I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

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

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tag: Secret Dating AU, Social Worker!Carlos Reyes, Professor TK Strand, ex's to lovers, warnings to be added, smut in later chapters

Summary: It's a tale as old as time, meeting the right person but during the wrong time of life. TK Strand and Carlos Reyes dated in college but parted ways when they graduated, not knowing they would ever see each other again. Six years later, Carlos is working as a social worker in Travis County and TK has just accepted a position as a professor at The University of Texas at Austin. They run into each other when a mutual friend invited TK out for the evening.

Authors Note: Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing for me. I hope you guys are enjoying this fic as much as I am! Leave me a comment and check out my season 4 Fics!

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

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C H A P T E R T H R E E

TK is as nervous for his first-day teaching as he is sure the students are about being back in school. His nerves cause him to wake up at 4 a.m., entirely too early for his class, which doesn’t start until 10. 

He lays in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, and tries to go back to sleep, but his body aches all over and he feels like he’s been sleeping too long. After a half hour of willing his brain to shut off and let him have at least one more hour of sleep, he sighs and drags himself out of bed. He makes his way across the room, pulling open his closet and pulling on a pair of joggers and a hoodie. 

Then he locates his phone and earbuds. He pulls up one of his running playlist, jams his earbuds into his ears and pockets his phone and keys, then leaves his apartment.

If he can’t sleep, he can at least get in a morning run.

The feeling of the hard pavement beneath his feet and the bite of the cool morning air feels freeing to TK. He’s always enjoyed running, but in the last few years, it’s become a ritual habit for him and something that he’s found really helps to take his mind off things or provides space for him to think when he needs to ponder on decisions. 

READ ON AO3

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#chaotic fics #social worker!carlos reyes #professor!tk strand #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk x carlos #tarlos fan fiction #911 lone star #tarlos au #tarlos fic #911 ls #tarlos secret dating au #secret dating au

[thebumblecee]

I got the feeling the fandom just focuses on the drama instead of the wedding™ which is just sad! So what are your thoughts on: vows? wedding kiss? possible last names? first dance and if so which song? who will be giving speeches? possible sneak off/sexy moment? or a tarlos alone moment? honeymoon destination? bachelor party? what else wedding related you want to talk about! Let’s spread joy and love!

A lot of people have hyperfocused on the tragedy part which is a shame!

Hell yeah for this ask! Let’s get excited together, this is my ultimate wish list.

Vows:

They’re going to write them themselves and it’s simply going to break me. If they have any call backs or if one of them tell the other to breathe throughout I’m going to be feral. They deserve to have the mushy wedding ever.

Kiss:

If one of them dips the other during a kiss I’m not going to last through the rest of it. They deserve to kiss until they’re smiling into each other’s mouths.

Last names:

I’m a bit of a weirdo I like their names as they are and don’t think they should change them, sorry!

If I had to choose it’d be Strand-Reyes

First dance + Song

A slow dance with TK’s arms wrapped around Carlos’ neck.

My song of choice is cheesy af by it’s You’re Still The One by Shania Twain. I would pass out honestly.

Speeches:

Owen is going to give a great, and slightly embarrassing, speech I bet my hat on it. I think Paul will have a beautiful speech as officiant. Maybe a montage of the 126 saying words? That would end me!

Sexy sneak off:

Oh hell yeah, as soon as they see the rings on each other’s fingers they’re going to drag each other to a dark corner. They’ll come back with bitten red mouths and messy hair and people will politely ignore it.

I want a call back to “we make a great team” maybe at night they can look at the stars in their suits and their rings glint in the moon light.

Honeymoon:

So we know there’s a pool, maybe a beach, they filmed in Malibu so maybe it’ll be set in Malibu as well? (I know nothing about USA geography) but wherever they end up Carlos isn’t going to get homesick this time because TK is his home.

Bachelor party:

I would love them to go out and celebrate separately and then end up together any way. Who better to celebrate their upcoming wedding with that each other?

I’ve made a post about this before but for me the ideal situation would be that they are trying to do the traditional staying apart the night before the wedding thing but they both miss each other so much they sneak out to be with each other ♥️♥️♥️

I would also love a little scene of Carlos feeding a bit cake to TK or something similar. Something cutesy and domestic.

Thank you for this ask!!! I want to hear all your wishes and wants (all of you!!)

We might not get what we want but we can still celebrate the fact we ARE getting an interracial queer marriage on mainstream tv that’s officiate by a black trans man.

HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT, FRIENDS????

#911 lonestar #cee speaks #tarlos #ask #Tarlos: the wedding #i want to heaaaar your wishes and wants for this wedding