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carlos-in-glasses · 5 months
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Happy birthday @heartstringsduet! Michelle, you have been so generous with your fan art, I wanted to give you something back based on your beautiful fic The Kind You can't Get Away From.
Due to my own artistic skill being somewhat lacking in this regard (I promise I did try...and....yeah. No.) I turned to the lovely @fitzherbertssmolder with the idea of TK and Carlos visiting the Natural History Museum, and she created this beautiful piece for you. Thank you so much, Kirsty! Pleasure working with you.
Michelle, I hope you have the best day! You deserve it! ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜
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tailoredshirt · 13 days
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AHH another Finch user! Waffles is such a cute name btw (I named mine Noodle so yay for food names!) I've had mine for over a year now and i will only do my chores if i can buy more accessories for her 😂
Noodles, cute!! The suggestions the app gave me were mostly for food names, and I was torn between Waffles and Pancake lol. It's a daily habit for me to go onto the app and check off enough tasks to send her on her adventure every day, mostly bc I want the monthly themed prizes lol. I especially love decorating her room.
We should be friends on the app! My friend code is CZG86S785Y :)
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welcometololaland · 10 months
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Hey Lola! 35 for the fic asks ☺️
thank you for the ask, kirsty! i answered below and tagged you but wanted to personally say i appreciate you and love that you sent this <3
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lemonlyman-dotcom · 16 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday! Thank you for the tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk @chicgeekgirl89 @sugdenlovesdingle @sznofthesticks 💕 And thank you to @vineofroses for the beta on this!!
Love Of My Life …Pain In My Ass!
New fic live on ao3 now! Special gift for @guardian-angle22 & @sznofthesticks 🥰
—TK gets an impulse tattoo and Carlos is very emotional about it—
“Carlos,” TK sighs. “It’s my ass, just accept it.”
“Accept it?” Carlos roars, sitting up straighter and dropping his sandwich. “Acceptance is stage five. I’m grieving, TK.” He holds up his right hand with all five fingers stretched out, wiggling them aggressively. “There are five stages of grief!”
“Oh yeah, and what stage are you in right now, Carlos?” Paul asks amusedly.
“Right now I am firmly planted between stages one and two. Denial and anger.”
“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a bit …overdramatic?”
“No, TK, I do not think I’m being overdramatic.” He emphasizes the word with very dramatic air quotes. “Your ass is very special to me. It’s one of my most precious possessions—”
“Okay, well it’s my ass…”
Tagging @nancygillianmvp @welcometololaland @honeybee-taskforce @strandnreyes @eclectic-sassycoweyes @heartstringsduet @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @fitzherbertssmolder @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @kiwichaeng @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @literateowl @freneticfloetry @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @rmd-writes @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @never-blooms @iboatedhere @certifiedflower @decafdino and OPEN TAG 🏷️
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carlos-tk · 6 days
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new banner featuring our fave sleepy lil guy
thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad 💗
“I’m glad I was your friend before I was anything more, that made it easier to fall more in love with you– the real you, the person everyone else doesn’t get to see,” he admits.
“But knowing I could never act on my feelings– that’s what hurt, that’s why I pushed you away. I knew I couldn’t survive with just these little pieces of you anymore, I wanted to have it all or nothing.”
TK gasps, much louder than either of them were anticipating as it slips from his mouth in surprise.
“You love me?” he asks, almost in disbelief.
“TK,” he starts to say, before he’s interrupted again.
“You love me,” he repeats, as if trying to commit the accidental confession to memory.
Carlos watches as the edges of TK’s mouth pinch into a grin so wide it’s almost blinding.
His hand reaches out for Carlos’ and he slides their palms together in one smooth action, squeezes it tightly between his own.
“Say it again,” he requests, “please Carlos.”
Carlos mouth forms into a grin that matches his.
“I love you– I’m in love with you, Tyler Kennedy Strand,” he confesses, sure and true.
tags below + an open tag for YOU 🫶🏼
@whatsintheboxmh @welcometololaland @celeritas2997 @rmd-writes @inkweedandlizards
@birdclowns @reyesstrand @alrightbuckaroo @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader
@reasonandfaithinharmony @theghostofashton @liminalmemories21 @thisbuildinghasfeelings
@orchidscript @reyestrandd @ambiguouspenny @sznofthesticks @nancygillianmvp
@carlos-in-glasses @never-blooms @safeaswrites @freneticfloetry @howtosingit @eclectic-sassycoweyes
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@firstprince-history-huh @fitzherbertssmolder @doublel27
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Kicking us off nice and early today! With chapter one up and running, here’s something from chapter two of Live To Tell.
Not fifteen yards behind him, the only other person on this street — the man with his hood up, his head still tipped low — has come to a halt as well.
A shiver zips down his spine, a sickly tingle that echoes through him, something between trepidation and panic. It’s the kind of wariness that eats its way quickly into his stomach, that sends his heart rate ticking upwards. His heart pounds like a fist against glass, and TK stands frozen for a moment — waiting. The guy might just be lost in thought. He might not have registered TK at all. But the stranger draws his head up slowly, the glint of his eyes beneath yellow streetlight as he tracks his gaze higher — from TK’s feet and upwards over the length of his body — until, in the end, they lock gazes. TK can’t see specifics from here; not the colour of his eyes, and not the slant of his expression. But he sees without question that his stare is unblinking, and he catches the very instant in which his body pivots forwards, drawing towards TK after all.
TK forgets how to breathe.
He does not forget how to move.
No pressure tags below the cut 💛
@ambiguouspenny @birdclowns @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk
@catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @detective-giggles @eclectic-sassycoweyes @fitzherbertssmolder
@goodways @heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
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@paperstorm @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @sanjuwrites
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@welcometololaland @wandering-night19 @freneticfloetry @vineofroses @safeaswrites
@thisbuildinghasfeelings
And YOU if you wanna play but aren’t tagged!
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heartstringsduet · 5 months
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Tarlos Secret Santa for Kirsty
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Happy Holidays @fitzherbertssmolder. I was soooo happy to create something for this Secret Santa for you. I adore your art so I was so excited to draw and write something for you. 💝🌲I hope the gif will be displayed right. Here's a story of Tarlos buying their first Christmas tree.
Sugar Spun Moments
Having their own Christmas tree was highly impractical. They’d barely be home to enjoy it with their shifts. They wouldn’t even be home for Christmas; they’d spend the holidays with the Reyes’ family and Owen, who’d also been invited. A tree would lose its needles and they'd be dragged everywhere, sticking to their beautiful polished floors with resin. It wasn’t good for the environment anyway. 
That’s what Carlos and TK reasoned.
Carlos had much rather learnt about Hanukkah, observed TK bringing the shamach to the candles of Gwyn’s old menorah day after day and asked questions about Hanukkahs past. 
Seven candles were burning gently as they cuddled on the couch after dinner, when TK said, “I always had a menorah growing up, but I haven’t had a Christmas tree in my home since my parent’s divorce. My dad never put one up. Most Christmases he had to work anyway. And once I moved out of my mom’s, I didn’t really need one for myself.”
Carlos hummed, tracing TK’s earshell with a finger because he loved making his skin break out in goosebumps. “I never had a Christmas tree in the townhouse either.”
And despite all the very sensible reasons not to get one, they find themselves at Robinson Family Farm a day later.
[Read the rest on AO3]
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rmd-writes · 1 month
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Doing this while it's still Wednesday for me for once! Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @leaves-of-laurelin @welcometololaland (you’re all so early tonight!)
Have a snippet from my June 5 + 1, something a little cuter than the other parts I've shared of this fic so far:
They’re in June’s bedroom and it feels like old times. Alex is stealing the food off her plate despite having his own breakfast because he’d taken one look at her waffles and decided they looked better than his own bacon and eggs. She’d be more annoyed but after the lakehouse, he’d scared her; June has seen many versions of Alex, but never like that. Despondent, helpless, quiet. So, having him back to his incessantly annoying, noisy self after his brief trip to Kensington is a relief which, in turn, is doing wonders for her tolerance levels. She’s only pushed him off her bed once this morning.  June knows that Alex is trying not to pout about the fact that she’s off to another rally today while he once again has to stay home. She still thinks their mom made the wrong decision, taking Alex off the campaign. Of the three of them, Alex is the one people flock to, the one with enough charisma to hold the attention of a crowd on his own. He’s the one who lives and breathes politics, the one who loves it. She gives him half of a waffle.  “Nah,” he says, picking up a piece of bacon and dipping it into her maple syrup. “Doesn’t taste as good when you give it to me.” “You’re a little shit, you know that?” Alex just opens his mouth to show her his half-masticated food and laughs.  June throws a blueberry at him. 
Tagging @indestructibleheart @kiwiana-writes (something sweet from this fic for you after the Ouch) @maxbegone @orchidscript @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @lightningboltreader @three-drink-amy @mikibwrites @chicgeekgirl89 @doublel27 @hippolotamus @rosedavid @firenati0n @fitzherbertssmolder @carlos-in-glasses @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @sherryvalli @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @notspecialbabe and an open tag for anyone else who wants to play 💖
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strandnreyes · 27 days
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thanks @three-drink-amy @heartstringsduet !
chapter one coming soon :)
“You wanna get in the water?” Carlos asks as he stands by TK’s feet.
He’s gorgeous out here in the sun, his legs looking strong and miles long from TK’s angle. Anyone would be lucky to have him, and here TK is, about to wave him off and disappoint him yet again today.
“‘M gonna hang out here for a bit if that’s okay.”
Carlos tries to mask his disappointment, but TK catches how his smile drops before he’s putting it right back in place. “Is there anything specific you want to do while we’re here?” he offers, an attempt to get TK to enjoy himself, and TK shrugs.
“Not really.”
TK averts his gaze as Carlos grapples with how to process that. TK should’ve known he wouldn’t just drop it.
“TK,” he murmurs as he steps around to TK’s side, crouching down. “What’s going on? Did you not want to come?”
TK can’t hold back his groan of frustration. “Why does everyone think that?”
“Babe—”
“Carlos, I’m fine. I don’t want to get in the water right now because I just put on sunscreen, okay?”
Carlos presses his lips together, seemingly not satisfied with that answer though he nods. He starts to say something else, but then stops himself before going for it again. “I want you to have fun today.”
TK sighs. “I will. I’m just tired. I’m gonna rest for a bit and then I’ll join you.”
Still not looking entirely happy but at least somewhat better, Carlos nods again. To TK surprise, he bends over and presses a prolonged kiss to his forehead. TK gives him a small smile when he pulls back and then watches as Carlos walks to the water to join the rest of the group. Now that TK’s alone, he grabs his phone, continuing his conversation with Cooper from before. He has started to narrow down the list of meetings for TK, as if giving him a concrete plan will increase the likelihood that he goes. It probably will.
tagging @alrightbuckaroo @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @doublel27 @freneticfloetry @fitzherbertssmolder @lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom @liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @paperstorm @reyesstrand @rmd-writes @sznofthesticks @safeaswrites @thisbuildinghasfeelings @theghostofashton @whatsintheboxmh @welcometololaland + open tag!
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paperstorm · 1 month
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thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet and @honeybee-taskforce! have a tease from the Iris/Carlos fic (which is no longer 5+1 cause I wanted to write more than that)
It isn’t Carlos’s fault. She’s the broken one. But she can’t keep him tied forever to her sinking ship and expecting he’ll be enough to keep them both afloat. The day they met, she chased bullies away from him. She can’t become the one who pulls him under.
“We can’t do this anymore,” Iris whispers. Confusion returns to Carlos’s face. Before he can speak, because Iris needs to get it out before he can protest and give her those damn shiny eyes of his and talk her out of this, Iris stands and steps quickly around the table. “Carlos, we can’t. You know this isn’t working.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s … working.”
Iris steps in close to him and takes his hands, tugging them out from where they were tucked against his ribs and wrapping both of hers around them. “I love you. You know that. And that’s why we can’t do this anymore.”
“I’ll make it better,” Carlos begs. “Whatever’s not working just tell me and I’ll make it better.”
“You can’t make it better,” Iris says regretfully. She wishes so much that he could. “Because you didn’t make it bad in the first place.”
tags under the cut :)
Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @tailoredshirt @goodways @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry @mooshkat @liminalmemories21 @sznofthesticks @chaotictarlos @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @bonheur-cafe @reasonandfaithinharmony @thebumblecee @never-blooms @sanjuwrites @orchidscript @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @fallout-mars @honeybee-taskforce @vineofroses @fitzherbertssmolder @safeashousespdf
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Thank you for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @nancygillianmvp @bonheur-cafe and @heartstringsduet!
I started a new project a couple days ago, once again using my comically large hoop that I used to stitch the vows!
This one is going to consist of every single time TK calls Carlos "babe" or "baby." Here's what I have done so far:
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Here's a better view of just how comically large this hoop is (it's a 23-inch diameter):
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I start in the middle...and I really love the fact that the end of season 3 is actually the MIDDLE. A lot of babe/baby in season 4!
Open tag for anyone who wants to share something they're working on and no pressure tagging:
@lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 @literateowl @chicgeekgirl89
@herefortarlos @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @vineofroses @carlos-tk
@birdclowns @tellmegoodbye @fallout-mars @lightningboltreader
@whatsintheboxmh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo @doublel27
@fitzherbertssmolder @liminalmemories21 @inkweedandlizards @freneticfloetry
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carlos-in-glasses · 14 days
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Starting us off bright and early and wishing everyone a great day! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷
Although we do have the sad banner today lads.
From chapter 4 of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth, coming Sunday:
“I think I’m going to skip dinner tonight. I’m not really hungry.” He sounds nasal and faraway and Carlos is standing here, looking at him seriously, but all he wants to do is hold him tight and let him cry into his chest.
“You always say that and then you end up eating at 2 am.”
TK winces with irritation but still politely responds, “I just feel like being alone tonight if that’s okay.” Doesn’t really have the energy to argue.
“No,” Carlos tells him, “It’s not okay. Get up. I mean it.” Risky, using this tone. Sometimes TK is highly amenable to being bossed around. Sometimes Carlos pitches it all wrong.
But TK does get up – softly sulky as he humors Carlos and heaves himself off the bed. He follows Carlos with obvious reluctance, although Carlos is confident he’d have been coaxed anyway by the scent of heating tomato and mozzarella, like always. He knows details about TK that nobody else could ever know because they’d never care enough, except for Owen and Gwyn as his parents. Now one of the people who knows the most about TK is gone forever, and it occurs to Carlos then about the loneliness of it. Every time someone who loves you falls out of the world, they take a part of you with them. They take the facts and the secrets they’ve been privy to, the little details and quirks that they found relevant and charming for reasons of their own. When Carlos told TK he wants all of his pieces, he meant it more than even he realized at the time. He wants not just the addiction and recovery-related aspects of TK’s experiences and emotions – he wants everything that Gwyn took with her when she went. “Send it all back to me and I’ll do it for you,” Carlos prays to her silently, “Send all your love for TK back to me.” 
Open tag and tags below
@nancygillianmvp @safeaswrites @literateowl
@kiwichaeng @fallout-mars @sznofthesticks
@eclectic-sassycoweyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
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@three-drink-amy @orchidscript @mikibwrites
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If you want to share! No pressure ever! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷
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welcometololaland · 2 months
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thanks @kiwiana-writes and @suseagull04 - sorry, this is a proof of life wip wednesday to prove that i'm still writing tarlos 💜
“Where did you learn to de-escalate like that?” Carlos asks, moving to stand beside TK after speaking to the owners of the respective vehicles. No one is particularly happy, but there’s nothing Carlos can do about a rogue pedestrian in the wrong place at the wrong time. At the end of the day, it’s lucky no one got seriously hurt. TK scoffs, but the challenging smile he throws at Carlos does unspeakable things to his blood pressure. “You think we don’t get that kind of training in fire?” “I wouldn’t know,” Carlos admits. “I’m not a firefighter.” “A shame,” TK hums softly, nudging his shoulder against Carlos'. “I think you’d look really good in the uniform.” “I’m sorry,” Carlos retorts, his mouth running dry at the bold statement. “This uniform isn’t good enough for you?” “This uniform is very good,” TK agrees, stepping back, his eyes roaming up and down Carlos’ body. It makes Carlos feel hot all over. “Very tight. Those shirts cannot be regulation.” Carlos raises his eyebrows in mock indignation. “They are.” TK shrugs. “Whatever you say, Officer. I just think the Austin FD pants are more flattering on the ass.” Before Carlos can respond, TK walks back towards Cody and Michelle, throwing a wink over one shoulder. It’s so bold, so obvious that it makes Carlos want to scream. They’re flirting. They have to be flirting. And yet, Carlos has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do about it.
open tag for all who wish to take up the challenge and some lone star targeted attacks below.
@bonheur-cafe @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @orchidscript @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo @rmd-writes @chicgeekgirl89 @birdclowns @wandering-night19 @three-drink-amy @kiwichaeng @reyesstrand @doublel27 @goodways @strandnreyes @theghostofashton @sanjuwrites @heartstringsduet @freneticfloetry @redshirt2 @lemonlyman-dotcom @sznofthesticks @basilsunrise @thisbuildinghasfeelings @louis-ii-reyes-strand @liminalmemories21 @hippolotamus @whatsintheboxmh @fitzherbertssmolder @herefortarlos @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @jesuisici33 @lightningboltreader
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lemonlyman-dotcom · 20 days
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Thank you for the tags @nancygillianmvp @welcometololaland @honeybee-taskforce @strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @janto4ev @eclectic-sassycoweyes @sznofthesticks and for the ghost tag @heartstringsduet 👻💕
“Carlos, my dad knows we have sex.”
“There’s a difference between knowing it and seeing it.” He shudders. “The time he walked in on us when we were staying with him was bad enough.”
“Oh,” TK shakes his head. “That barely even counts.”
“Barely even counts?” He scoffs, sitting back as far as he can [redacted]. “Barely even counts? TK I was knee deep inside you when he walked in.”
It was a late morning on a day Carlos had off before TK and his team went to work at the private ambulance company. TK had kissed him awake sweetly, murmuring sleepy words of adoration into his skin before seductively whispering into his ear that his dad and Mateo had gone to work, and that he should fuck him into the mattress until he screamed. He proceeded to do just that, and was enthusiastically mid thrust into a moaning, panting, red-faced TK when Owen flung the bedroom door open with a cheerful greeting, two peanut butter banana smoothies and an excited Buttercup who bounded into the room and flung himself onto the bed, licking all over Carlos’s mortified face.
“He said he didn’t see anything.”
“My ass was in the air and your legs were slung over my shoulders,” he says flatly. “He saw.”
Tagging @vineofroses @chicgeekgirl89 @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @fitzherbertssmolder @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @kiwichaeng @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @iboatedhere @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo @inkweedandlizards @carlos-tk @literateowl @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @guardian-angle22 @my-little-tilly @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @louis-ii-reyes-strand @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @rmd-writes @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @reyesstrand @itsrandomnobody7 @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny @noxsoulmate @decafdino @hoko-onchi-writes @certifiedflower and OPEN TAG 🏷️
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carlos-tk · 16 days
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thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @welcometololaland @janto4ev @liminalmemories21 @sznofthesticks for various other tags this weekend - i’m going to use those to tag you all back and kick us off for seven sentence sunday
He finally gives him a reprieve and lets his lips meet the solid expanse of Carlos’ newly exposed chest. Marking him up in ways Carlos knows he’ll be seeing and feeling for at least the next week.
TK’s hands have already made light work of undoing half the buttons on his previously crisp business shirt, and Carlos swears he’s determined to make sure it’s unsalvageable after tonight.
“Off,” TK demands a half second later, interrupting his thoughts and pushing Carlos’ arms up, pulling it the rest of the way over his head, and tossing it to the concrete floor beside them.
“This too,” he mumbles against Carlos’ lips, unfastening his belt with one hand and dragging it out of the loops of his dress pants with some well practised finesse.
He moves onto the offending pants next, fumbling the button open and the zipper down, shoving his boxers down with them and finally getting a hand on Carlos’ aching c*ck.
“Fuck!” he gasps at the needed relief and the touch of TK’s nimble fingers on him.
“TK–god–baby I won’t last long if you keep that pace up,” he forewarns in the hope he’ll slow his ministrations.
TK simply hums where his lips are pressed against his jaw and instead increases the speed of his strokes, slick and rough and punishing.
“Well that’s kind of the point baby,” he teases and pulls away with a smug grin and pointed look.
He appeases him though, pulling his hand off and lets his fingers trace Carlos’ abdomen, a series of teasing touches until he’s instead pinching his nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger.
Carlos hisses, and his c*ck pathetically twitches and dribbles even more pre-come.
open tag for YOU + tags under the cut 💗
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@heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @mikibwrites @noxsoulmate @eclectic-sassycoweyes
@reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @reyescarlos @reyestrandd @sunshinestrand
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@orchidscript @chicgeekgirl89 @safeaswrites @doublel27 @fitzherbertssmolder @fallout-mars
@firstprince-history-huh @freneticfloetry @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand
@never-blooms @mooshkat @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @birdclowns
@vineofroses @basilsunrise @honeybee-taskforce @ladytessa74 @chaotictarlos @nancygillianmvp
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Thanks to @honeybee-taskforce @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses and @orchidscript for the tags! I hope everyone’s having a nice relaxing Sunday. The boys certainly are…👀 (tw: discussion of somno)
TK whines softly, a comfortable fog building thick in his mind as Carlos plants his lips to the side of his neck, and whispers between gentle kisses. “Go to sleep.”
“Fuck,” TK whispers. The notion is heady — falling asleep with Carlos still inside him, waking up later to learn that Carlos finished inside him like that. There’s a staggering intimacy to the thought, to making good on what he’d begged him for and letting Carlos fuck him back to sleep.
“Do you think you can?” Carlos asks, and TK’s laugh comes out in a strangled breath. He barely knows how to think anymore.
No pressure tags below the cut 💛
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