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liminalmemories21 · 1 month
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by @strandnreyes, @paperstorm, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @heartstringsduet, @redshirt2, @bonheur-cafe, @orchidscript, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, and @kiwichaeng. Thank you.
I've enjoyed this Valentine's Day spiciness we've had going on today, so let me add some more. Random note in the margin of my draft is . . . anyway I can make this about Valentine's Day (answer - tbd, have to look at my timeline).
He's been craving Thai food all day, and wondering if he can talk TK into ordering tonight instead of cooking, marshaling his arguments in the elevator, and proactively caving on asking for them to make it spicy.  He can always add chili oil if he wants.  He’s halfway through, “Hey baby, wanna order in tonight,” when he sees TK.  Empirically TK isn’t doing anything particularly seductive.  He’s got his head bent while he fastens his watch.  But, he's wearing black jeans.  The ones that cling to his thighs and ass.  The ones that hug everything.  The ones that he wears when he wants to derail Carlos's entire train of thought. 
He stops, hand on the door, staring.  TK looks up at the sound.  "Hey baby."
He manages to focus long enough to close the door, stepping in to TK for a kiss.  "Hey."  The fabric of TK's shirt under his hands is soft and a little clingy, the kind of fabric that makes him want to pet at it, pet TK.  "You look nice."  He looks like sex.  "Did I forget something?  An anniversary?"
TK shakes his head, leaning up to bite lightly at the corner of Carlo's jaw.  "I thought maybe we could go out tonight."
He pulls away far enough to look down at TK, and wonders if he's been broadcasting something he hadn't intended for TK to pick up.  TK bites harder at the edge of his jaw and then soothes it with a kiss, and presses something into Carlos's hand.  "Been a while since we had fun."
He frowns at TK, playing catch up.  "You've been busy."
TK nods.  "I know.  And this weekend I cleared my calendar."  He leans in to nip at Carlos's ear, and he sucks in a sharp breath.  "I've missed you."  TK slides a hand down to where Carlos is still holding whatever TK handed him and opens his palm out flat and Carlos obediently looks down to see what he's holding.
He looks up at TK sharply.  It's the remote to a vibrating plug.  The one that TK is holding in his hand.  The one they haven't had time to play with in a while.  TK kisses his way up Carlos's neck, a kiss punctuating each word.  "Every.  Good.  Boy.  Deserves.  Fun."
He smirks, turning the remote over in his hand.  "And you've been good?"
TK looks up at him from under his lashes.  "So good."  He steps in closer, nudging a thigh between Carlos's.  "I thought you could put this in me, and then we could go out.  We could make out on the dance floor, make everyone jealous.  Then," he flexes his thigh into where Carlos is already half hard, "you can take me home and fuck me."
He dips his head, curving a hand around the back of TK's neck, licking along his collar bone where it's exposed by the loose collar of the shirt. "What if I can't wait that long?  What if I want to fuck you in the club?"  TK's breath hitches sharply.  "Push you up against a wall."  He runs a hand down TK's back to his ass, and then down, following the seam and pressing hard, just to hear TK moan.  "You'll be slick and open for me, a little desperate."  He pulls back enough to see where TK's biting his lips red.  "You're already a little desperate for me."
TK breathes out.  "Officer Reyes, I'm shocked.  Are you suggesting we commit acts of public indecency?"
He tightens his grip.  "Maybe you're enough to make a good man break his leash."
TK sways into him, and makes a discontented noise when Carlos's phone buzzes loudly.   He doesn't take his eyes off TK as he digs it out of his pocket and glances at the screen.  "It's Matt.  He's parking.  He has something he needs us to look at."
tagging @jesuisici33, @carlos-in-glasses, @guardian-angle22, @herefortarlos, and @lightningboltreader
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rmd-writes · 1 year
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Tarlos and #28 for the kiss ask! 👀
I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!
Thanks for the prompt Dalawa! I had some fun with an unspecified AU for this one 💖
a kiss as a lie
Carlos makes his way around the room, drink in hand, greeting people with a smile and nod as he quietly observes the room. Out of his peripherals, he spots someone bursting into the room with alarming speed, considering they’re at a formal event. Carlos isn’t the only one to turn to see who’s making an entrance.
TK Strand.
Carlos rolls his eyes. He’d known TK was on this assignment too, of course, but the way he’s entered the room is concerning. Carlos isn’t surprised though. He hadn’t wanted TK on this assignment at all but he’d been overruled.
He watches as TK takes a breath and resets, that brilliant smile spreading across his face, transforming from harried agent into handsome guest. He slows his stride and makes his way around the room, leaving a trail of charmed guests in his wake. It’s abundantly clear to Carlos that TK is making a beeline for him.
TK continually glances at the doors he came through and Carlos begins to worry that his cover has been blown. Still, no one else enters. Yet.
He moves towards TK, handing his glass to a passing waiter and placing himself near a door he knows opens to a patio. They’re on a mezzanine level. It’s a short jump down to the ground if they really need to escape.
When TK is two paces away from Carlos, several things happen at once.
Two men come sprinting out of the hallway Carlos knows leads to the kitchen, looking around the room frantically.
TK curses.
Another man bursts through the door TK had come through.
Then, TK is closer to Carlos than he’s ever been, so close that Carlos can see the dark rings around his clear green eyes, one hand on the wall beside Carlos’ head.
He murmurs, “just go with it.”
And then TK’s lips are on his.
It takes Carlos by surprise – both the fact that TK is kissing him, but also the kiss itself.
TK’s lips are warm and soft. He parts them slightly and Carlos follows suit, kissing him back and sliding an arm around TK’s waist. When TK traces the tip of his tongue along Carlos’ lower lip, he brings his other hand up to cup TK’s jaw, tilting his head and kissing TK deeply as the blood thunders in his ears. TK moves closer until their chests are pressed together and for a moment, Carlos forgets everything except the feeling of TK pressed against him, the slide of their lips together and the slightly minty taste of TK’s tongue.
TK pulls away and looks around. “Think we’re in the clear?”
Carlos remembers that the kiss was only a ruse and shoves the disappointment that washes over him down. He drops his hand from TK’s face and waist and straightens up.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “I think we’re good.”
(Find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)
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wintrwinchestr · 9 hours
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wip... thursday
i know i had said i would try to post chapter 2 of tk&ts this month, i'm still trying to make that happen but i can't promise anything :( but it is very close to being done!! i promise i've been working on it, but my real life job has been pretty busy and high stress recently and i've found it hard to use my brain each night.
please accept another snippet in the meantime <3
“Good girl… So beautiful, baby, you know that?” he praises softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before lightly rubbing his thumb across your pouty bottom lip. He presses it downward against the pillowy skin, and pushes the digit inside with ease when your mouth parts so eagerly. You close your lips around him and swirl your tongue along the calloused skin a few times, and he looks like he wants to eat you alive as he watches you fall apart for him so easily. Joel pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging it down your spit-slick lip so that it bounces back into place when his finger leaves your skin. He wears a satisfied grin at the way he has you completely at his mercy now, looking up at him with your glazed-over doll eyes. They scan back and forth between his glowing amber ones, awaiting your next instruction. “Gave you a compliment. What do you say, babygirl, hm?” “Thank you, Da– unh…” The word starts to come out before you can catch it in time, shove it back into his cage. Your face runs hot, embarrassed at your slip-up. “‘S okay, sweetheart. You can call me that, if you wanna, say it real pretty for me. Don’t got it tattooed on me for nothin’,” Joel soothes, still-wet thumb rubbing across your cheekbone in placating strokes. “C’mon, finish your sentence, baby.” “Th– thank you, Daddy,” you repeat, so lost in this saccharine headspace he’s coaxed out of you that you don’t even feel ashamed anymore. “There we go… c’mere, baby. Lemme feel you.” He uncrosses his legs, returning them to their trademark spread so that he can pull you into his lap and situate you into straddling his hips. The position makes your dress ride up so far that your panties are exposed to him, soaked-through gusset and all. His fingers make to tease the wet spot there, but change course to pay attention to something else first instead. Something scrawled in uneven black linework, peeking out from underneath white silk. He pushes the hemline of your dress further up your bare thigh to fully unveil the shoddy little illustration, tracing around it with a roughened finger.
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bonheur-cafe · 29 days
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Loved your snippet of this so I would love to know more: The Little Red au or any you want to talk about!
Hi Michelle 💜 Thank you for the ask! The Little Red!au is something I've been waffling around about since it's my little foray into the world of more spicier topics, generally kind of like d/s stuff? However I know almost next to nothing about the bdsm space and the thought of writing full on smut or even just kink still makes me nervous 😵‍💫 So I think this is a bit above my skill set right now 😖 This is all to say, I've kind of tabled the idea for now. I do think I will come back to this at some point though after I finish all of my more immediate WIP's since I do want to try this genre out at some point. Here is a little snippet:
Carlos follows the vein on the side of TK’s exposed neck with a gentle finger, taking care to trace along his Adams apple with a long nail before digging it in lightly into the skin under his chin. The way he swallows and looks like he’s biting back a whimper makes him press his nail in harder.
“Carlos,” TK rasps, barely holding it together even though they haven't even started.
“TK,” Carlos’ voice a gravely whisper, the cloud of his breath curling against his cheek like smoke.
“I caught you,” he singsongs, voice a heavy tremor around the fresh puffs of snow falling around them.
“Trapped me more like,” TK tries to scoff, but ends up gasping instead when Carlos presses him further up against the tree. 
Carlos learns forward, lips brushing against his ear as he pushes TK’s raised hands harder into the bark. When his breath hitches, Carlos smirks against the shell of his ear, letting his nose brush against the sensitive skin, the shiver that runs up his body feeling divine against his own. 
“Not my fault you fell in, sweetheart.”
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theghostofashton · 9 months
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wip wednesday
thank you @sanjuwrites for the tag!
back to the au for a bit so i don’t give my other fic entirely away in these snippets lol
Carlos checks his watch. 1:42. He’s still got a few minutes until Paul’s office hours start, but it’s kind of a walk from where he parked near the student center.
He cuts through a courtyard, which looks new. He doesn’t remember this being here when he toured the campus, now over a decade ago. It’s really nice; there are a lot of flowers blooming and picnic tables set up on the grass for people to sit and study. Days like today are perfect for that.
A few feet ahead, there are two guys sitting next to each other on one side of a picnic table, books spread out in front of them. One is dark-haired and the other is blond. There isn’t an inch of space between their bodies, Blond’s right arm pressed against Dark-Hair’s left.
As Carlos passes by, Dark-Hair lifts his arm and wraps it around Blond’s shoulders, tugging him toward him and pressing a kiss against his head. Blond grins at him and pecks his lips, then slides his arm around Dark-Hair’s waist and tugs him even closer.
The image feels like being transported in time. Central Park benches, a book open across his thighs, TK’s arm firm and heavy around his waist, his snores soft in Carlos’s ears. The kisses he placed in TK’s hair, the way his hand would slip underneath the fabric of TK’s hoodie and feel his skin warm against Carlos’s own. Some days, TK would bring a book too – usually only the days he needed to cram for class, honestly – but most of the time he’d just nap. Carlos grew used to it, after a while. He had to re-learn how to read in silence after the breakup.
He swallows hard and keeps his head down as he makes his way through the courtyard and toward Burdine Hall. When he climbs the stairs to the 3rd floor, the first door on his right is wide open, with a doorstop jammed in at the bottom. Inside, Paul is sitting behind a desk and scribbling on a notepad.
Carlos knocks a couple times on the door as he steps inside. Paul looks up, and his face breaks into a wide smile.
“Hey, man.”
Carlos accepts his hug, exhaling at the way Paul’s arms tighten around him.
Carlos is in the chair in front of his desk, and feels strangely like a kid called down to the principal’s office from this vantage point. Paul being dressed in a fitted blazer and wearing a tie doesn’t really help.
Paul asks how he’s been, and Carlos answers honestly, because things have been good. Until yesterday, things felt like the best they had been in a long time. Spring break has been good to him, and he’s excited to finish out the rest of the year with his students. The last big assignment of the year is one where they finally get to chose their own books to speak to the class about, and he can’t wait to hear what they come up with. Cooking on Sundays with his mom and eating dinner with his family makes his heart warm in a unique way that feels reserved for them. Everything is – was – good.
“What’s up?” Paul asks, after he’s caught Carlos up on his research. Sometimes Carlos wishes he’d gone for the PhD instead of just leaving grad school with his masters. The stuff Paul is working on is so fascinating. Carlos spent weeks reading his dissertation when that was published, highlighting and annotating different parts, and called Paul and talked his ear off about all of them. He wishes that were what he was here to talk about today.
tagging: @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @lightningboltreader 
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mushiewrites · 1 year
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I just thought of this as I was falling asleep. Sapnap wrecking Dream on his bed, taking his time, dragging it out. Dream says things like "You're being mean" and "you said you'd be nice this time" which earns him either a "you wanna see mean?" Or a "this is nice, would you rather I wreck you the same way you do me and George?" And next thing you know the only thing coming out of Dream’s mouth after that is frantic apologise
oh dweamie dweamie dweam. when will he learn? i guess it doesn't matter since sap will teach him anyway (:
sap has one of dreams out to the side, his own hand pressing against dreams wrist to keep it down on the bed as sap traces his free hand gently over his tummy. he would pay attention to the spots that make him jump and squeal, and do the same with the spots that make him giggle and melt. he's using a fair amount of both, switching between wanting to make dream cackle and wanting him to make little chirpy giggles ):
surprisingly dream blurts it out while sap is being gentle - his pointer finger grazes a little too close to the middle of his tummy, right on the edge of the lil dip, and dream can't help himself. "s-sahahpnap! y-you sahaid you'd behehe nice thihis tihime! y-you're being mehehean!"
and from the look on saps face dream knows he fucked up. in fact he knew it the moment the words passed his lips, already being knowledgable on how cruel sapnap can actually be when he tries. but for whatever reason he says it anyway and now sapnap is just smirking down at him, his hand frozen on the warm skin of his tummy while the hand gripping his wrist slowly tightens, pressing it more into the bed
"this is mean?" sap would swipe his finger again closer to the side of his tummy and it makes dream squeak, slightly squirming to the side but not enough to truly get away. he'd squeeze his eyes shut as sap moved his hand off of his tummy, scared to see where it's going to touch down next. he doesn't feel anything though, and after a minute he hears sapnap mumble "I'll show you mean."
and that is just a tactic to get dream to open his eyes, which he does. they actually snap open, the fear in them causing sapnap to burst into giggles because "holy shit dude, your face!" which only makes dream blush harder than he had all night. it takes him a second to register but sapnap is hovering his hand over his vulnerable armpit, and it's only when he pulls at his wrist and finds it doesn't budge that dream truly realizes how much worse it could be
just as he starts to relax though, sapnap quickly kneads his pointer and middle fingers under his arm, wiggling them quickly with pressure to make dream scream. he nearly bucks sap off, which then prompts sapnap to make an offhand comment about how it feels like he's "back in texas riding the bulls!", but dream can't help it. he tries to turn his body onto the side to block his poor lil sensitive armpit but thankfully the fingers are gone as quickly as they appeared
"so we understand now that this isn't mean, right?" sapnap would go back to running his nails over dreams jumpy tummy which would send dream back into lil squeaky giggles again. he'd nod his head at sapnap and look up at him through his squinty eyes, giggling a little louder when sap starts giggling with him as well. sap would roll his eyes, bc of course he'd be giggling at dream, how could he not when he's that adorable? but he'd really wanna drive the point home, so he'd lean down close to dream's ear, letting his stubble tk the shell of it before he spoke
"good. because if you're still having trouble understanding, I could always call george (:"
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detective-giggles · 1 year
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Key to Your Heart
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Another box checked off my TMP custom bingo! Only two to go.
Today’s fill is Carlos bringing TK lunch. Pieces of TK and Carlos’ relationship told through the meals they share. In a convenient 3 + 1 format! 
@chaotictarlos thank you for the encouragement (and the prompt!)
@noxsoulmate thank you for the beta and letting me talk your ear off about this! 
💜💜💜💜
1.
Carlos shifts the thermal bag in his hands and presses the doorbell. Buttercup barks and Carlos winces. He should have called first. What if TK’s sleeping? He just got out of the hospital and is probably resting. He should be resting.
Carlos has just convinced himself this was a terrible idea when the door swings open and he’s met by TK and Buttercup. The dog charges through the door and sits in front of Carlos, expecting good boy pats. TK’s eyes light up as he bites his lip and leans against the door.
“Hey!”
“Hi,” Carlos says shyly. “I hope it’s okay I stopped by. I brought lunch.”
“For me?” TK scrunches up his face – like he can’t quite believe someone would go through this kind of trouble for him. Even though they’re not actually together, Carlos kind of wants to punch TK’s ex for whatever he did that always makes TK feel like he’s not worthy of a simple act of kindness.
“Well, Buttercup might want some too. It does smell really good,” Carlos says. 
TK laughs and opens the door fully. “Sorry, you can come in.”
Carlos follows Buttercup inside the house and TK shuts the door behind them. 
As soon as he’s inside, TK pounces and pulls Carlos in for a kiss. Carlos kisses back, gently, until it becomes clear TK has more in mind than just a little hello kiss. Carlos slips his hand behind TK’s head and then squeezes gently at the nape of his neck.
TK pulls back with a little pout. “So bringing food wasn’t just a ruse so you could come over and have your way with me?” 
“What? No! Of course not,” Carlos says, horrified. “You’re still healing from a gunshot wound and I don’t want to hurt you.” 
TK makes a face (that Carlos can’t decipher) and then makes a beeline for the kitchen. Carlos follows and watches as TK pulls plates from the cupboard and sets them on the island. Carlos starts rummaging through the bags and pulls out more food than the two of them can eat.
“But,” Carlos starts. “When you’re cleared for duty, we’ll celebrate any way you want.”
“Promise?” 
“I promise,” Carlos says softly. “Now, let’s eat?”
💜💜💜💜
read the rest on AO3
Taglist(and if anyone wants to be added please let me know!): @plaidbooks @tailoredshirt @chaotictarlos @meditating-honey-badger​
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cantsaythetword · 1 year
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Hey so this is my first time sending anything in - let alone a prompt so I’m sorry if this is wrong 😅🥹
But how about Nick and Charlie having a sleep over with a pillow fight which then turns into a tk fight? ❤️🫶🏻
Just an idea that I thought was cute but you don’t have to!!!
🫧 anon
(the emoji is bubbles for those on laptop tumblr <3)
OMG OMG OMG I LOVE IT! Don't apologise for anything I love getting asks so even if it was 'wrong' (it's not, you're perfect well done) I would not be upset whatsoever!!
I hope you like it! And I'm sorry it took so long and is kinda short!
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All's Fair in Love and War
Sleepovers truly have the most inaccurate name.
I mean, who actually sleeps at a sleepover?
Tonight was one such night. After a dinner date, movie marathons, and plenty of snacks, it was past 2am and Nick and Charlie were far from sleepy. They were also far from making a damn decision.
Nick was throwing out suggestions, flicking through Netflix for their next movie.
He was one of those weird people who just had to be standing when using the TV remote (and Charlie found it adorable).
Nick turned his head over his shoulder. "How about Call Me By Your Name?"
"Aww you cute little gay nerd." Charlie teased from the couch behind him.
"Says you mathlete!" Nick taunted back.
"Hey!" Charlie laughed, grabbing the nearest (soft) object and throwing it haphazardly at his boyfriend.
Nick scoffed playfully. "You did not just do that."
"Oh I did. In fact, I'll do it again."
A second pillow met Nick Nelson's perfect face.
"Right!" Nick boomed as he got to his feet, shooting sparks of giggly fear through Charlie's very soul. "That's it."
Charlie squeaked as he quickly blocked an oncoming pillow attack, grabbing the case and flinging it back at his assailant.
The fluffy weaponry fired from either side of the warzone-turned-livingroom. Each soldier giving their all in battle. Blocks, parries, dodges and ducks all working in tandem to (mostly) keep the fighters out of harms way.
But it didn't always work out.
After a solid whack to the face, Nick (obviously giving up on the pillow technique) sprinted towards the guilty party and tackled him to the ground.
"New tactic!" He grinned as he took the boy in a backwards bear hug, letting his fingers dig into Charlie's sides.
The poor boy yelped before bubbly giggles poured out of his mouth. He half-wrestled half-squirmed against Nick's strong arms, unable to reach out to grab a pillow and beat his boyfriend off of him for fear of Nick's hands climbing higher.
"NIHIHIHICK!" Charlie squealed, opting to try and wrap his arms around himself in protection.
"You started this you dork!" Nick grinned, knowing his words were unbearably tickly this close to Charlie's ears.
"PLEHEHEASE I SUHUHUREHEHENDER!"
"Nuh uh!" Nick nuzzled his chin into Charlie's neck. "You don't get to escape that easily!"
As Charlie reached his breaking point, he desperately spun around and somehow ended up with his chest against Nick's. The move took his boyfriend completely by surprise.
Seizing the opportunity, he pressed a giggly kiss to Nick's unsuspecting lips. Oddly enough, Nick stopped his ticklish onslaught and pressed further into the exchange.
All violence was forgotten, and the two turned from aggressive opponents to addicted lovers. As their lips continued to dance, Nick's hands crept up into Charlie's hair and around the back of his neck (something Nick knew made Charlie weak at the knees). Charlie followed suit, one hand wrapping around Nick's hip and the other...
Well...
*WHACK!*
Charlie burst into laughter at his stunned boyfriend, completely caught unawares by the violent pillow assault.
"Really Char, you wanna go round 2?" Nick smirked.
He didn't wait for an answer. Cause, after all...
All's fair in love and war.
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strandnreyes · 1 year
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Ten Random Lines
thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @welcometololaland and @liminalmemories21 !!
Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten some people.
ONE: sweet nothing
“What?” Carlos hums against his ear, unable to resist the urge to nip at his jaw.
TK presses back instinctively and says, “If they can hear me laugh then they would definitely hear me when you make me scre—”
Carlos clamps a hand down over TK’s mouth. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you?”
TWO: as if you were a mythical thing
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he says quietly and then closes his mouth, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Carlos takes them off, it feels too personal to have TK see him like that when he doesn’t know where they stand anymore. “They’re just for reading.”
TK nods, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side as he lingers at the edge of the blanket. “I saw you come down here. Can I sit?”
THREE: secret moments in a crowded room
TK barely pays attention as the presenter goes through the nominees for the only reason he’s even here, but the polite claps and pasted grins from those around him as a different group makes their way to the stage makes it pretty obvious that the film announced wasn’t theirs.
He can’t say he’s all that disappointed if he’s being honest. He might not be going home as an Oscar winner, but he’s going home with an Oscar winner and there’s an allure to that that’s unbeatable.
FOUR: to live for the hope of it all
“We still have the other flare. There’s still…” he turns around. “I’ll go—”
“TK, don’t.” Carlos’ hollow voice stops TK in his tracks. “It’s gone. It’s over.”
“Carlos.”
FIVE: one single thread
“Is it bad that I don’t want to go back tomorrow?” He asks, tipping his head against the side of the couch as he watches Carlos also put away his things.
“You like teaching,” he reminds him.
“I like spending time with you more,” TK counteracts, poking his thigh with his toe and basking in the way he shakes his head and flushes. “C’mere.”
SIX: yours for the weekend
“I sound like an asshole for being upset that everyone inside is happy,” he laughs humorlessly.
“No you don’t.” Calros bumps their shoulders together but the contact is gone way too soon. “You sound like someone who misses his friends.”
TK bounces his leg and stares at the crack in the concrete under his feet before whispering, “They’re not the only ones I miss.”
SEVEN: pushing deadlines
“Are you sure this is okay?”
Carlos nods. “They think I’m about to have a one night stand with you, so yes. It’s okay.”
TK smiles, stepping in closer now that he knows he’s allowed. “Does that mean I get to kiss you?”
EIGHT: haunted by the ghost of you
“Look, TK hasn’t told me what happened between you two-”
“Oh,” Carlos laments. “We don’t have to—”
“But,” Owen barrels on, ignoring his protests. “I know my son, and sometimes he does things and says things that he doesn’t really mean.”
NINE: pushing boundaries
“You drive me crazy,” Carlos says breathlessly. “Sitting there, chewing on the end of your pen while I’m trying to work.”
TK’s smirk says he knows exactly what he was doing. “Oh, sorry.” His eyes twinkle. “Am I distracting you? Because I can let you get back to it,” he suggests, making a move to stand up.
Carlos’ hands force him back down, kissing the words ‘shut up’ into the skin of his neck.
TEN: the one he’s walking to
Carlos turns his head just slightly to the left to press his lips against his temple. “Are you ready to get out of here?” he murmurs into his ear.
“Ditching our own party?” TK teases in a way that indicates he isn’t all that opposed to the idea.
“I can’t help it. My husband looks damn good in his tux.”
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kaminocasey · 2 years
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Killshot Part 8
Summary: You and the Batch go on one last rescue mission.
Pairing: Crosshair x Reader/Howzer x Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, oral (both receiving), threesome, guns, angst
WC: 6.1K
A/N: This is the last part of Killshot. Thank you if you've read this far!!! If you haven't yet, go check out the Killshot Vid that @moonstrider9904 made! It's amazing! <3
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You feel his fingers tease your lips. You try to take them in your mouth but he pulls away. You pout and he chuckles. 
“Please…” You gasp. 
“Patience, princess.” He purrs from behind you.
You whimper as you feel his fingers wrap around your throat, his lips at your ear. Your entire body’s on fire. You’ve never wanted another person so bad.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” He demands in that seductive smoky voice you love more than anything.
“It’s yours.” You pant. “It always will be.”
“That’s right.” He starts to tease your clit. 
You lean back against him, grinding your ass against his length. He groans, pressing up against you. He chuckles, teasing your clit even more. You need more.
“Say my name.” He whispers.
“Crosshair.” You sigh.
“That’s right, cyare.” He brushes his lips against your neck.
You sigh, closing your eyes. 
When you open your eyes again, you’re in the droid locker back on Kamino. Your squad lies around you, lifeless. You realize you’re the one holding the gun. 
“Please… cyar’ika. Put it down.” You hear Crosshair beg you, desperation in his voice.
You look up to see him on his knees in front of you with his hands up in surrender.
Put down the gun.
Why can’t you put the gun down?
“I’m sorry, my love.” You pull the trigger.
You’re thankfully thrown out of your dream by Wrecker telling you that you’ve arrived on a planet called Ord Mantell. You sit up in a slight panic, panting and sweating. 
“Are you alright?” Omega asks you, concerned.
You try to smile with a nod. 
“I’m alright.” You lie.
You’re supposed to be meeting Echo’s old captain from his GAR days, who’s been helping clones around the galaxy since Order 66. You’re just hoping he can help you find Howzer. 
Once you’re off the ship, you make your way into some bar called Cid’s. It’s kinda grungy but you see why it’s safe for the clones. No one will be looking for them here. 
Omega told you that they call themselves the “Bad Batch” due to them being defective clones, which you find funny. Crosshair never told you he was a defective clone, of course. You suppose you should’ve taken a guess when they didn’t look like regular clones. 
Hunter calls you over to a booth in the corner of the bar where he and Echo are sitting with another man. Echo’s former captain, you realize. He looks up at you, making eye contact as you sit next to Hunter, across from Echo. 
Hunter introduces you and Rex reaches across the table to shake your hand, smiling politely. You see that he still has his clone armor on under a giant poncho. You hope that he realizes it’s not a very inconspicuous look. 
“Captain.” You smile back.
“Hunter tells me you’re a former TK trooper?” He asks.
You nod. “I was.” 
“And you’ve decided to leave the Empire?” He questions you. The ‘Why?’ was silent. 
“I realized a little too late what the Empire is doing is horrible.” You tell him. 
“So, why are you looking for this clone captain? Howzer is it?” He asks you, a little suspiciously.
You understand that it’s a valid question. He probably wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to turn Howzer over to the Empire or something. You just don’t know exactly how to answer the question.
“I helped him escape prison on Ryloth.” You tell him, softly. “We’re friends. I just want to make sure he’s alright. Not to mention, I don’t know if he knows about the inhibitor chips.”
“Probably not.” Rex nods. “I’ll help you find him, though.”
“Thank you.” You reply, relief in your voice.
He finishes his drink and stands up. “I’ll be in touch.”
You watch the blond clone walk out of the bar, hopeful that he’ll be able to find Howzer. When you turn back toward the other two clones, they’re staring at you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, fidgeting with your hands.
“Are you alright?” Hunter asks you. 
“Yeah.” You nod, getting up to go back to the ship to lay down. 
You didn’t want to have that nightmare again, but at the same time, you didn’t want to be awake. You just want to be left alone. 
You think Hunter understands that, because when Omega offers to go with you to the Marauder, Hunter tells her he needs her help with something else. You shoot him a grateful glance and he nods with a soft smile. 
When you lay down, you fall into a dreamless sleep, thankfully.
A few days pass before Rex finally comes back. You’re helping Wrecker with cleaning weapons on the ship when Rex comes aboard. 
You’ve been trying to keep your mind busy by helping Echo and Tech with repairs, helping Wrecker with weapons cleaning, and helping Hunter teach Omega about things that only girls understand. 
“Captain.” Echo salutes Rex.
“Echo.” He nods.
He greets you as you set the blaster down and stand up to shake his hand.
“I have some good news. And I have some bad news.” He tells you.
“Okay.” You nod, getting that bad feeling in your stomach again.
“The good news is… I found him.” He tells you. “The bad news is that the Empire also found him.”
Your stomach drops as you sit back down, looking up at the captain. 
“We have to find him.” You tell Rex and Echo.
“Commander.” Admiral Rampart looks at Crosshair when he enters his office.
“Sir.” Crosshair takes his helmet off and sticks a toothpick in between his lips.
Crosshair hasn’t been able to sleep for days since you left with his brothers. He didn’t regret sending you with them. In fact, he’s never been more sure of anything. He knows you’d be safer with them. He knows you’d be happier, eventually. He saw the way you were quickly becoming attached to the kid. 
He wondered if you wanted children of your own some day. He knows he would have given you whatever you wanted. As long as you were happy.
“We’ve caught the clone captain from Ryloth again. He was found with a group of insurgents we believe were with Saw Guererra. See what you can find out.” Rampart tells him.
Of course… 
“Yes, sir.” Crosshair replies, reluctantly.
Crosshair makes his way down to the cells, toward where Howzer is being kept. He’s internally grumbling with himself. 
This di’kut is terrible at trying to flee. The Empire ought to just throw him out. He was clearly useless. 
The TK troopers at the cell door open it for him and he walks in, allowing the door to close behind him. Howzer looks pitiful with his head in his hands, his clone armor long gone. 
“You’re really not good at this whole escaping thing, are you?” Crosshair leans on a hip, crossing his arms. 
Howzer looks up at Crosshair with an annoyed look. “Oh great… it’s you.” 
“If it were anyone else, you’d probably be dead by now.” Crosshair informs him. “You really ought to be thanking me.”
“Thank you for what? Catching me when I was trying to find your riduur? To make sure she was safe?” Howzer whispers.
Crosshair straightens up at the mention of you, unable to hide it. 
“You know where she is?” Crosshair turns around, walking to the keypad, typing in a code to disable the audio.
“There were talks of a group of defective clones traveling with a woman and a child. Sounded like your old squad. The ones who saved the Syndullas. Didn’t take much to put two and two together.” Howzer leans back against the wall.
Crosshair clenches his fists at the thought of you being in danger. If Howzer knew, who else did? If the Empire were to get to you, it’d be the end for you. Perhaps you weren’t as safe with the Batch as he previously thought. 
“So, what are you suggesting? That I let you go?” Crosshair turns to look at Howzer again.
Howzer’s serious face looks even more serious with that scar, Crosshair notices.
“She’d be safe with me.” Howzer promises him.
“You got caught again.” Crosshair sneers.
“Because I was finding out information. Guererra’s people came across squad 99. I was trying to find her.” Howzer explains. “When I find her, I’ll take her to a planet in wild space, away from the Empire if I have to.” 
“And then what? You live happily ever after?” Crosshair asks, annoyed.
“If that’s what she wants.” Howzer answers him. “I can make her happy.”
“So, what then? You love her?” Crosshair questions him, coming across more angry than he intended.
“Yes.” Howzer replies, point blank. “Don’t you?”
He knows it’s just his jealousy peeking through. Howzer could give you a life that he couldn’t. Crosshair knows Howzer could make you happy. It still hurts him to think about another person living a life with you that he wants. 
Wanted.
He made his decision. 
It’s tempting. Perhaps that would be the only way you’d be safe, though. Crosshair looks at Howzer fully in the face, realizing that he’s about to go against the Empire… again. This could be his only chance to make sure you’d be truly safe.
Time is fleeting. Crosshair knows that. If he didn’t make a choice soon, another Imperial would come in and take over. He knows, though, that he’d do whatever it takes to make you safe.
“Alright.” Crosshair decides, walking toward Howzer, yanking him to his feet roughly, knowing the cameras are watching.
Crosshair puts the binders on Howzer’s wrists and points his gun at him and walks him toward the door. The door slides open and Crosshair pushes Howzer out.
“Uh, Commander, where are you taking the prisoner?” The obviously inexperienced trooper asks. 
“Rampart would like to see him in his office. He has information about the insurgents.” Crosshair tells him. “Is that alright with you?”
“Yes, sir.” The other trooper replies, clearly intimidated. “Sorry, sir.”
They start to follow Crosshair and Howzer down the hall toward the elevator.
“I don’t need to be chaperoned by two inexperienced plebes such as yourselves. Get going.” Crosshair barks at them.
They nervously nod. “Yes, sir.”
They take off the other way quickly.
“Di’kuts.” Howzer chuckles.
“Tell me about it.” Crosshair smirks then puts his helmet back on. 
Crosshair leads Howzer through the Imperial base with the gun pressed to his back. The halls are mostly clear, except for a few stray TK troopers. But no one messes with Crosshair. Not since they heard what happened on Kamino and how he survived. 
Once they get down to the hangar, they start toward a shuttle.
“Here’s the plan-” Crosshair murmurs.
“Commander.” They hear Admiral Rampart’s voice interrupt.
“Kriff.” Crosshair grunts.
Crosshair and Howzer turn around. They half expect their ruse to be up. They weren’t exactly being sneaky.
“Where exactly are you taking our prisoner?” Rampart questions him.
The admiral still made Howzer’s skin crawl. It didn’t take much to figure out the guy was actually an evil son of a bitch. He wished that he could just shoot the guy now. 
“He’s told me where to find Saw Guererra. I thought I may just toss his body with the rest.” Crosshair lies, expertly.
“Excellent.” Rampart nods.
“Yes, sir.” Crosshair nods, pushing Howzer toward a shuttle.
“Oh and Commander?” Rampart smirks.
“Sir?” Crosshair responds.
“Do actually stay on schedule this time. We don’t need another Kamino incident.” Rampart taunts him and then walks away.
All of a sudden, they hear blaster fire across the hangar, along with a loud explosion. They take cover behind a stack of crates, peeking around it and finding the Batch, Rex, and you shooting at TK troopers. Crosshair notices you immediately. It would be hard not to. You’re taking down so many troopers, so quickly, he’s reminded exactly why he chose you for his Elite Squad.
“Look at our girl.” Howzer elbows Crosshair with a smirk.
Crosshair can’t even hide his smile, he’s so happy to see you. He’s not one to show his emotions so freely, but he’s so relieved to see you. His heart clenches, watching you in action. Crosshair sees that Hunter has painted the Batch’s skull symbol on your chest piece,over your heart, and the 99 symbol on the side of your helmet. It suits you. 
“Should we make a run for it?” Howzer shouts above all the blaster fire. 
Crosshair unlocks Howzer’s binders. “Run.”
“What about you?” Howzer shouts. 
“I’m of more use here. Now Run!” Crosshair demands.
Howzer shakes his head and starts to run toward you, the Batch, and Rex. 
You see Howzer running toward you and your heart leaps out of your chest. Then, you see Crosshair and all of the air leaves your body. Without even thinking twice, you run toward him. He takes his helmet off at the same time that you leap into his arms, dropping it to the ground. 
“Mesh’la.” He sighs and you take your helmet off so that you can crush your lips to his.
It’s desperate and needy and passionate and you know the Batch probably thinks you’re an idiot for pulling this in the middle of blaster fire. You can’t bring yourself to care. All you care about at this very moment is him. And then you remember Howzer watching and you want to pull him into your arms as well. 
“I love you.” You tell him, holding his face so that he has to look at you. “I love you so much and I need you to come with us. I can’t live without you, Crosshair. Please…”
He looks down into your eyes and sighs. “I should stay here.” 
“I was afraid you’d say something like that.” You set your gun to stun and shoot him, making him drop to the ground. 
You wave Rex over to come help you drag Crosshair to the ship. You weren’t leaving without him this time. He can be mad at you all he wants. You meant what you said. You can’t live without him.
Rex drags him onto the ship, setting him in one of the bunks. The rest of the batch follow after. Tech immediately flies the ship out of the hangar and launches into hyperspace. 
You look at Howzer with a smile and launch yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He breathes you in, spinning you once. When he pulls away only slightly, you can’t help but glance at his lips.
He knows not to kiss you here in front of everyone, no matter how bad he wants to. You pull away from his arms and turn to Crosshair. 
“Tech, where’s the chip scanner?” You ask him.
“On my workbench.” He tells you, pointing in that general direction.
You grab the scanner and set it on Crosshair’s head and press the button on Tech’s holopad. It takes a moment but when it finishes, there it is. A red dot, indicating that there’s an inhibitor chip in his head.
You look at Hunter, who’s reading the scan over your shoulder. “He lied.”
“Why would he lie?” Hunter looks down at Crosshair, confused.
“What is an inhibitor chip?” Howzer asks, also looking at the scan.
Rex explains the inhibitor chips and about how the Kaminoan kept more secrets than anyone knew. Howzer gets angry, rightfully so. You tell him about how you’re headed to a planet called Bracca to get them out.
A few hours go by and Crosshair finally wakes up, sitting up immediately and glaring at you across from him on the other bunk.
“What have you done?” He asks you, standing up.
You stand up as well. “I just saved you.”
He shakes his head. “And how exactly do you think you ‘saved’ me?”
“I just helped you fake your death.” You look up at him, unable to stop glancing at his lips.
He was so infuriating, and yet you still wanted to kiss those lips. Then, you remember he lied about the inhibitor chip and you’re angry all over again. You still don’t understand why he’d lie about it.
“Help me understand something…” You tell him, calmly.
“What?” He glares at you.
The venom in his voice takes you by surprise. Why was he so angry with you? 
“Why did you lie about your inhibitor chip?” You ask him.
His brows furrow, confusion clear on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“You have an inhibitor chip.” You pull up the scan on the holopad.
He takes it from you, his brow somehow furrowing even more as he looks at it. 
“They told me they took it out…” He tells you, softly. “I guess they probably put a different one in. It seems as though you and Howzer were correct.” 
That definitely wasn’t easy for him to admit about Howzer. Or the Empire.
“You’ve sacrificed so much for the Empire, Cross. You don’t have to anymore.” You tell him. “You can put all of it behind you.”
He glances up toward the cockpit at his brothers.
“They want you back, too.” You take his hands, bringing them up to your lips.
He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t want me back after all that I put them through.”
“Brothers forgive each other.” Howzer tells Crosshair, softly, appearing in the doorway.
You smile warmly at Howzer, happy to have him back. 
Crosshair looks between you two and stands up and walks to the fresher. When you look at Howzer, he nods for you to follow Crosshair. You give him a grateful smile and walk to the fresher door.
You knock a couple times. “Cross?”
“Come in.” You hear quietly.
You open the door, finding him with his hands on the edge of the sink, looking down into the bowl. You slide in behind him, closing the door behind you, and wrap your arms around his torso, resting your cheek on his back. He stands up straighter, placing his hands over yours. You love the warmness of them… the warmness of him. 
You love him. 
“I couldn’t leave you behind again.” You whisper.
“I understand.” He whispers back, bringing your hands up to his lips.
He turns around, wrapping you in his arms so that you can rest your head on his chest. 
“I love you, Crosshair. More than anything in the world.” You tell him.
“You love Howzer too.” He replies, quietly.
You look up at him. There’s no venom in his words, nor his eyes. He’s just stating a fact. He’s always been so observant.
“I really care about him, yes. I’m attracted to him, yes. I love you.” You murmur. 
You know you have feelings stronger than caring for Howzer but right now, in this fresher, you want Crosshair more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. You need him like you need air to breathe.
“I love you.” Crosshair whispers, brushing his lips against yours. 
Finally.
You sigh into it and he holds you gently. You don’t need gentle, right now. You need him to be in control and firm. You were afraid he’d never say it back… but he loves you too.
“It’s okay if you do.” He tells you. “Love Howzer, that is.”
“Good to know, but Cross?” You whisper.
“Yes?” He smirks, knowingly.
“Fuck me.” You beg him, desperation in your voice.
He snakes a hand up in your hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back, his smirk never leaving his face. “I thought I taught you better than that.”
“You’re not my commander anymore.” You smirk back.
“That doesn’t mean you can be disrespectful. You know how to ask for things, cyare.” He kisses your lips so lightly, you’re almost unsure if he’s actually done it. 
“Please, Cross… I need you. Please.” You beg him, giving him pleading eyes.
“That’s better.” He kisses you with more force. “I don’t think I can be nice right now.” 
“Then don’t be nice.” You plead. “Use me.”
With one hand, he pulls his length out and with the other hand in your hair, he forces you to your knees. It reminds you of the first night you met. You become instantly wet, remembering how he had your head pressed against the stall wall with his cock down your throat.
He pushes his length past your lips letting it slide down your tongue until it hits the back of your throat. He waits there for you to give him the okay to start moving. You hum around him and he starts thrusting, his pace already a bit quicker than what you’re used to. He lets out a groan and you can tell he needs this. He needs you. 
You need him too.
“You like being used, don’t you, princess?” He has his eyes closed, allowing the feel of your mouth overwhelm him. “Always gonna be my little cockwhore, huh?”
You moan around him and the grip he has on your hair tightens. You know your scalp is going to be a little sore later but it’s worth it right now. You want him to use you and cum in you until he’s got nothing left. 
He picks up his pace and starts thrusting deeper into your mouth, starting to go down your throat, forcing you to gag around him. He pushes you against the wall like he did the very first time and you can feel the need absolutely radiating off of him. You try to brace your hands against his thighs so you have something to hold onto.
“That’s right, cyare. Take it just like that.” He demands. 
You whimper around him and he chuckles.
“Does this also remind you of the first time?” He whispers.
You hum around him to let him know it does. You allow him to fuck your face as hard as he wants and in no time, he’s coming down your throat so quickly, you barely have to swallow. 
He tries to stifle his groan by biting his hand and you smile up at him when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you and lets out a sigh of relief.
You stand up as he tucks himself away. “Feel better?”
“Much. Thank you.” He kisses you. “Your turn.”
“You can take care of me later.” You poke him in the side of the head. “Once you get that out.” 
“Maybe Howzer and I both can.” He smirks. “It’s a date.” You kiss him again.
He stops you immediately before you leave the fresher. You look at him curiously.
“You have my symbol on your armor.” He finally notices the crosshair symbol on your forearm piece. 
You put it there on purpose after Hunter had helped put the Batch’s symbols on your armor, officially making you feel like one of them. You wanted something to always remind you of him whether he joined the Batch again or not.
“I want you to always be with me.” You smile. 
He pulls you to him again, cupping your face in a gentle manner with one hand and pulling you as close as possible by your waist with the other hand. You never wanted his hands to leave your body. 
“I love you.” He pulls away to look into your eyes, like he’s searching.
He says it as if he needs you to understand it. You nod in understanding. He smiles, places a kiss on your forehead and opens the door. You both leave the fresher and walk out to the cockpit. 
“We’ll be on Bracca soon.” Tech announces.
Crosshair keeps an arm around your waist and Howzer takes your hand, bringing it to his lips when no one’s looking. It was them letting you know they’re here and they’re not going anywhere ever again.
When you finally reach Bracca, Crosshair kinda freezes up. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
“Last time he was here, he got burned.” Echo tells you.
“Quite literally.” Tech adds in.
“Which was his own fault.” Hunter adds in.
You squeeze Crosshair’s hand and start to walk out of the ship with him. 
“I’d like for you to stay here with Echo.” Hunter tells you. “In case we run into trouble and need an assist.”
You nod. “Alright. Makes sense.” 
Crosshair walks over to you, kissing you once more. 
“Make sure you come back to me this time.” You smile. 
He smiles back with a nod. “Just with one less piece of me.” 
“It’s the worst part anyway.” You playfully shrug. 
You turn toward Howzer and kiss him on the cheek. “You better come back to me too. We have stuff to talk about.”
He pulls you into his arms, kissing you fully. Your heart does a little flip and you think to yourself… This is it for you. Howzer and Crosshair. The Batch… What more could you want in life?
“We’ll be back.” Howzer promises you.
When they leave the ship, Echo is looking at you funny.
“What?” You grab the broom.
He shrugs with a chuckle. “None of my business.”
You roll your eyes, tossing him a towel. “Just help me clean.” 
“Does the fresher need to be cleaned too?” Echo teases.
You look up at him, giving him “Are you done?” look. He laughs as he starts to wipe down the seats. So, they had all heard. Oops. 
A couple days later, you’re finally back on Ord Mantell. When you walk back into Cid’s, Omega comes running into Hunter’s arms and then yours. When she sees Crosshair, she smiles up at him. He nods to her with a soft smile. 
You show Crosshair and Howzer to your room above Cid’s where you’ve been sleeping since landing on Ord Mantell. You’re glad to finally have a moment alone with them.
Once the door shuts behind you, you look at the two men standing in front of you. They’re both watching you, curiously, waiting to see what you’ll do. You’re finally free to do as you please with them. Nothing is holding you back anymore. 
“Cyare.” Crosshair sighs, holding out his hand for you. 
You glance at Howzer and he’s smiling so sweetly at you, nodding for you to go to Crosshair. So you do. You take Crosshair’s hand and he pulls it to his lips, kissing it so gently, your heart clenches with love.
“I will do anything to keep you safe.” He promises you. 
“As will I.” Howzer joins you, tilting your chin up toward him gently, brushing your lips with his.
“I can’t live without either of you.” You tell them.
“We won’t make you.” Crosshair promises you, kissing your neck.
You tilt your head, granting his lips access. Howzer kisses your lips again, sighing softly, happily. You smile into the kiss when Crosshair makes his way down your breasts, pushing them together slightly as he nips at them. He pulls away for a moment to pull your shirt off. 
You think back to the first time you, Crosshair, and Howzer did this on Ryloth and how Crosshair had said it was only a one time thing. He’s clearly not jealous anymore. 
Crosshair pulls away so that Howzer can pull your body against his own, kissing you deeper, running his hands up your back, making you feel safe and secure. You feel Crosshair’s lips on your shoulder and neck moments later. You sigh into his touch. 
This is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. To feel wanted so completely, like this.
You used to be afraid that you and Crosshair would never get to this point, but oh how silly you feel now for ever doubting you would. He was made for you and you for him, and the same with Howzer. 
Howzer’s touch was more gentle than Crosshair’s, like he was afraid he’d break you.
“You can be rough with me. I won’t break.” You assure Howzer, breaking away from the kiss.
He chuckles. “I know. We have all the time in the world to be rough though. I want to take my time with you this time.”
You understand now. He was in a hurry and a rush to escape the Empire the last time.
“Is that alright, cyar’ika?” He murmurs against your lips.
“Yes.” You gasp as his hand trails down your front, pulling your pants down slightly so that he can tease your wet entrance. You feel Crosshair help you out of them the rest of the way and then hear him drop them.
Crosshair tilts your face toward his so that he can kiss you now as Howzer continues teasing your folds. You whimper against Crosshair’s lips and he smirks.
“Missed the sounds you make, princess.” He bites your lip, teasingly.
You moan for him and then again, slightly louder as Howzer inserts a finger into you. You gasp when he starts thrusting into you. You know you must be coming off as needy, but you don’t think they mind. 
Crosshair guides you down to the bed and you land on your back, looking up at them both standing at the foot of the bed, watching you. Crosshair’s already out of his clothes, so Howzer gestures for him to start. Crosshair joins you on the bed as Howzer starts stripping out of his clothes. You have to admit, you miss Howzer’s turquoise colored armor. It made him look beautiful. He’s still beautiful. Scars and all. You wouldn’t change anything about him. 
Crosshair starts kissing you again, bringing your thoughts back to him. 
“You’re ours.” Crosshair whispers, against your lips. 
“Always.” You nod, your eyes still closed. 
You feel the bed dip toward the bottom, indicating that Howzer has joined you. You feel his lips on your legs and you sigh into Crosshair. 
“Need more.” You beg Crosshair. 
“Lead the way, cyare.” He smiles.
You sit up, pulling away from Howzer after cupping his cheek to kiss his lips. Then, you straddle Crosshair’s lap, holding his length so that you’re hovering over it. He waits patiently for you to sink down on him. You smirk down at him and he runs his hands up to your breasts, groping you lightly. You hum with pleasure. 
“Love the way you touch me.” You whisper.
Without a warning, you sink down on him and he groans loudly, his grip on your breasts tightening. You grin, excitedly and then start bouncing on his cock while he continues kneading at your breasts. 
Without a word, he flips you over so that you’re on your back and he’s above you. He starts thrusting deeply into you, keeping a slow and even pace. Your whimpers and moans are soft as you look up into his golden brown eyes.
“Say my name… Please.” He begs. 
“Crosshair.” You moan as he thrusts deeper, your legs wrapping around him. 
“Fuck, cyare.” He groans, yanking you down the bed some. “Howzer, give that pretty mouth something to do.”
“Sure thing.” Howzer nods, joining you in the center of the bed. 
Howzer kisses you again before guiding your head down to his cock so that you can lick a stripe up the underside of it before taking it in your mouth. He lets out a sigh.
“Missed that mouth, angel.” He groans as you take him further down, swirling your tongue around him.
You moan around him as Crosshair picks up his pace. Howzer reaches his fingers down so that he can play with your clit and you let out a whimper around him. Both of the men chuckle, clearly entertained.
“Listen to those sounds.” Crosshair muses.
“I told you, didn’t I? Purely angelic.” Howzer hums.
“You’re right.” Crosshair nods, slamming his hips against you. 
The whimpers and cries that come out of you don’t cease as you continue to bob your head up and down on Howzer. His free hand makes its way up to your hair, gripping your hair, helping guide your mouth. 
“Does his cock feel good, mesh’la?” Crosshair asks you.
You nod as much as you can with your mouth stuffed, making both men chuckle. 
“So good for us.” Howzer praises you, making your pussy clench around Crosshair.
“Tell her more.” Crosshair groans. “She loves it.”
“So brave coming back for us.” Howzer continues rubbing your clit. 
“She’s so close.” Crosshair tells him, noticing how tight you were getting, nearing your edge. 
“You’re the most beautiful person either of us have ever seen. We’re going to do this to you for the rest of our lives.” Howzer promises you. “Make you feel so good. Fill you up so full every day.”
You feel the galaxy shatter and come crashing down around you as you cum on Crosshair’s cock. Seconds later, he fills you up, making you spill out over the sheets. You’re both panting as Howzer pulls out and replaces Crosshair, gently pushing into you. He pulls you up into his lap, holding you firmly against him. 
He bucks his hips up against you and you bounce on his length so perfectly that he has no choice but to stifle his moans in the crook of your neck. You pull away so you can drown his moans with your mouth. 
“Want you every day.” You promise him, running your hands up his neck, forcing him to look at you. “Please…”
He grins. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”
You look at Crosshair for translation. 
“He loves you.” Crosshair tells you.
You look at Howzer and crush your lips against his, clenching around him. His hips falter right away as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. You wanted all of him, every day.
You reach for Crosshair and he joins you, kissing you hotly. You stay like that for a bit, kissing the two men. Finally, Crosshair suggests a shower and helps you to the fresher. Howzer stands in the doorway, watching you as Crosshair washes you clean. 
“We need a plan, you know.” Howzer tells Crosshair.
“I’m aware.” Crosshair nods, starting to wash your hair. 
“What are you guys talking about?” You ask them.
“You stormed an Imperial base,” Crosshair tells you, quietly. “took their prisoner and a commander. You don’t think they won’t come after you?” 
“Oh…” You whisper. “We’re safe here on Ord Mantell, aren’t we?”
You knew that storming that base for Howzer and Crosshair would be risky, but you didn’t think the Empire really cared that much to go looking for you.
“You mean with my brothers.” Crosshair starts to wash the soap out of your hair. “The ones who have been on the run from the Empire the entire time?”
You see his point. “Okay. So, then what’s the plan?”
Crosshair and Howzer exchange a glance.
“What?” You ask.
“Howzer had a plan to take you to a planet in wild space. Start a new life.” Crosshair tells you. “It’s a good plan.”
You look between the two of them, confused. “When did you plan that?”
Honestly, the fact that they planned anything together is impressive. You should take it as a good sign that they’re agreeing.
“When I was supposed to be interrogating him for Rampart.” Crosshair answers you.
You switch with him so that he’s under the shower now. “I don’t understand. I thought the whole reason you wanted me to go with your brothers was so that I’d be safe.”
“And then you went storming into an Imperial base.” Crosshair looks down at you.
“For you.” You poke him in the chest.
He sighs. “Look, I told you I’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If that means finding another planet away from the Empire’s eyes, then so be it.”
“And what about your brothers and Omega?” You ask him.
“They can come with us if they want.” He shrugs. “My main priority is you.” 
“As is mine.” Howzer tells you.
“And if you’re worried about my vod, they want the same thing for Omega. Safety.” Crosshair tells you, tilting your chin up toward him.
You look at Howzer again then back at Crosshair with a sigh. “Alright. So, I guess we’re going to become space explorers, then.”
Howzer lets out a chuckle and you smile at him. You know as long as you’re with Howzer and Crosshair, everything would be okay. You could start a whole new life, build a house, start a family.
“Hopefully, we can figure out how to build a house big enough for eight people.” You grin at them, suddenly excited.
“We can build two.” Howzer winks. “With lots of rooms.”
You’re ready for your new life to start.
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irispurpurea · 1 year
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Fictober 2022 - Day 28
Prompt: “You love this, don’t you?”
Fandom: 9-1-1 Lone Star
Pairing: Tarlos
Rating: Teen
Words: 403
Warnings: none
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O’Brien’s team is occupied in their own team huddle, but Carlos pulls his cap low anyway, just to be safe.
“Sure you don’t wanna play for us?” Paul asks.
Carlos grimaces. “Better safe than sorry.”
“Plus I bet the view’s better from the stands,” Mateo smirks, digging an elbow into his side.
“Nah.” Marjan tips her head, considering him. “We’ll have a much better view of TK’s ass over here than he would from all the way back there.”
“Please shut up,” Carlos mutters, heat flooding his face as Marjan laughs.
It doesn’t help that TK chooses that moment to walk over, and neither does the confident sway of his hips, or the cocky grin playing on his lips.
“Hey baby,” he nods, and Carlos gets a brief glimpse of his tongue curling around the piece of gum in his mouth.
“Hi.” Carlos gives him a tiny wave and cringes inside.
“Come to wish me good luck?”
“Uh. Yeah.” Carlos clears his throat. “Yeah. Good luck.”
Marjan strangles a laugh with her fist.
“Thanks,” TK smiles, and steps closer, purses his lips and blows a pink bubble. It pops across his bottom lip, and TK holds Carlos’s gaze as he gently sweeps it back into his mouth with his tongue, and something hot curls in Carlos’s belly.
“Aaand I’m done.” Carlos looks up and Paul is already walking away, shaking his head.
“Yeah, pack it in, you two.” Marjan wrinkles her nose.
“Disgusting.” Mateo clicks his tongue. “This is a public park.”
“Oh fuck off,” Carlos mutters, and Marjan cackles as she and Mateo walk away.
He turns back to TK just as he collapses into giggles, steps closer to slide his hands up Carlos’s chest and lace them around his neck.
“Hi there,” he murmurs, and Carlos presses a kiss to his forehead in response. He can’t stop his hands from wandering down TK’s back, fingers plucking dangerously close to the hem of his jersey.
“Easy,” TK laughs. “You love this, don’t you?”
“I do,” Carlos murmurs, and pulls him in with a hand at the small of his back. “And when you win,” he hums against the shell of TK’s ear, and thrills as he shivers against him, “I’ll show you just how much.”
It’s TK’s turn to stand there, mouth hanging open, as Carlos steps back, grinning. “Good luck babe!” he calls before turning to jog back to the stands.
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noxsoulmate · 9 months
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Commiseration Tuesday
@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, what a wonderful idea:
With AO3 temporarily down, lots of us are sad at not being able to read when we wanted to! With that in mind, I’m taking the opportunity to invite you guys to share a little something from a WIP to keep us going through the downtime! Preferably something we haven’t shared before, but whatever works for you!
Thanks for tagging me, @detective-giggles, @heartstringsduet, @wtfuckevenknows, and @bonheur-cafe 🥰
Seeing how ao3 is still down, I'll just continue with this game, and since I can't share the Rev Bang fics I've been working on lately, you'll get some more from the "hand over mouth"-smut fic 😏 this time with the truly smutty part - I'll put it under the cut since it's explicit.
Sliding back into TK was another kind of coming home. One that had him press his lips against TK’s neck so he wouldn’t scream out loud; one that had him snake his hand around and cover TK’s mouth to keep him from waking the entire station as well. He gave them both a moment to adjust before he fully let loose on all his desire that had built up over three months, four days, thirteen hours – give or take a few minutes. During all that time, Carlos had often wondered how their reunion would be. Given the way they had been with each other for a long while now, he often envisioned gentle love-making, gazing into each other’s eyes, their harmonic silence interrupted only by their moans and sweet nothings whispered between them. Except for the silence, it was anything but. It was fast and dirty and hard, the way they had been in their early days; the way they still often liked it now, true, but it still surprised Carlos how greedy they both were for it now. He had to keep his hand over TK’s mouth the entire time, able to hear his husband moan and groan and even whimper into it. There was never a chance that TK would’ve been able to stay quiet, not without Carlos’ help. Carlos fared only slightly better, pressing his face back into TK’s neck whenever it became too much. The rest of the time he peppered TK’s shoulders, neck, and back with gentle bites and kisses; he murmured into his ear the most filthiest things he’d thought of whenever he’d been lonely in that motel room and had needed a way to find release; nibbled on his earlobe and sucked hickeys into his neck, claiming his husband back, letting him whine with pleasure all he wanted – his hand caught every sound.
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lost at sea, swimming back to shore (3/?)
i never said this was going to only be three chapters what are you talking about tk parts by me, carlos parts by @tarlos-spain! ao3 | 1.1k | self-done first aid, (incorrectly) presumed character death
His eyelids are so heavy.
All of his muscles ache fiercely and the open wounds that must be littering his skin scream as sand mixes with salty water to create a burning agony. His body wants nothing more than to sleep, and his brain is struggling to come up with reasons to resist.
There’s nothing to fight against anymore, no waves throwing him around like a rag doll, no fear or panic to keep him awake. He can just lie here, feeling the ocean lap at his legs, weighted down by exhaustion and his soaked clothes, and let the darkness carry him away. It would be so easy, so simple…
But—
“Good morning, husband.”
Carlos’s face, lit up with a smile as they stand at the chuppah on their wedding day.
The taste of salty tears on his lips as they kiss as husbands for the first time.
The squeezing of a hand, the warm weight of their bodies pressing together, the whisper of his voice in his ear.
“I do.”
TK’s eyes snap open.
He has to survive.
*
TK is alive, Carlos is sure of it; he can’t let himself be carried away by fear and that little voice in his head. TK is somewhere, alive. He’d fallen from the boat, but he’d been able to find…something, anything to hold onto. The sea has to be full of stuff, and TK had found something and now he’s safe, or at least back on land, and he’s trying to get in touch with him.
He looks at his phone again; he checks it every minute, every few seconds, waiting for a message or a missed call — even a post on Instagram. Anything that would give him the hope he needs to believe that TK is okay.
But there’s nothing, just like the other hundreds of times he’d checked.
“Mr Reyes.”
Carlos looks up, his untouched coffee and plate of food still lying in front of him. “It’s Strand-Reyes now.”
“Pardon me, sir. The captain has decided that we need to keep going. We’ve been searching the area for a long time and there’s been no sign of your husband.”
“You mean TK is dead?”
Carlos looks at the man in front of him. He must be a couple of years younger than he himself is and he isn’t to blame for anything, but Carlos needs to take his emotions out on something, or, in this case, someone.
“No. It’s possible that the current took him in any direction, and there are lots of small islands around here. It’s possible that—”
“Can’t we go to those islands?”
“Mr Strand-Reyes…”
Carlos nods. “I know. We don’t know where TK could be and the cruise can’t waste more time on a wild goose chase.”
He stands up and walks out of the cafeteria. He’s tired of this corner of the boat, tired of people treating him as though he’s made of glass, and, what’s more, he just wants to go back to his cabin. If Carlos could have his way, he would lock himself inside.
He showers but, though he’s exhausted — and looks it — he doesn’t want to get into bed. He doesn’t want to sleep or dream; he doesn’t want nightmares. So, after what feels like an eternity, he puts on jeans and a hoodie, not realising at first that it’s one of TK’s. The smell of his husband makes him cry, and so Carlos hugs his legs and lets himself go for a while.
After, more tired than before — if that’s even possible — he picks up his phone again. No news is good news, right? Or, at least, it’s not bad news.
He thinks about calling Owen, but immediately thinks better of it. What could he tell his father-in-law? How could he tell him that TK might be dead somewhere in the middle of the ocean?
Then he thinks about calling his mother, but that’s not a good idea either. Calling his mother would mean more crying; crying until he falls asleep, until he accepts that he won’t see TK again.
Instead, he does something even more stupid. His phone is full of photos and videos of TK, so Carlos lies down on the bed and starts to scroll.
“You’re alive, TK, I know it, I can feel it. I’ve always known that the day you…the day you don’t come back to me, I’ll feel it. Something will change inside me and I’ll know. Today is not that day.”
*
In theory, TK knows how to make a splint. Improvising is half of his job; he wouldn’t be where he is now if he didn’t know how to work with what he had.
But there’s a difference between tourniqueting someone else’s wound in mid-air with a coffee pot, a seatbelt and a prayer, and splinting his own broken leg, alone, with whatever else washed up on the beach with him.
It’s a gruesome wound, and TK also knows how to deal with those — but not when it’s his bone sticking through the skin of his leg, and his blood turning the sand red underneath him.
His hands shake as he gathers everything he can reach from around him, the thought of moving more than necessary sending a rush of bile up his throat. He spits up on the sand and takes a moment to close his eyes and breath deeply, trying to mentally prepare himself for what comes next.
But no amount of preparation in the world would be enough, as TK quickly finds out when he tries to put his leg back in place. He can’t keep himself from screaming, though he supposes it’s one thing that can’t hurt — maybe it’ll attract someone’s attention, though, given his luck so far, TK doubts it. He fights through the pain to start wrapping the water-logged remnants of his clothes around his leg. 
Then the hard part, though it’s not like it’s been a cakewalk up to this point. TK doesn’t even know if he’s going to be able to do this, but he has to if he wants to see Carlos again.
That thought is the only thing keeping him going, the only thing that gets him through sandwiching his leg between two soggy pieces of driftwood and securing it with some fishing net he’d almost torn his fingernails off trying to untangle.
The effort leaves him dizzy, black spots dancing in his vision, and TK has to fight hard to keep from passing out. His entire leg feels like it’s made of liquid fire, the pain across the rest of his body a mere bruise in comparison. There’s no doubt about it though; he’s in bad shape everywhere, and he needs to get help soon if he wants to get out of this.
So, despite the agony, despite his leg, despite the blackness threatening to consume him, TK grabs a stick and levers himself upright.
He wobbles slightly, vertigo almost overpowering him, but he manages to stay on his feet.
TK takes a deep, shaky breath. 
And then a step.
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TK’s departure was a solemn affair.
Gwyneth was waiting for him at the train station, packed lunch in hand; she’d kissed her son’s cheek and pressed the paper bag into his hands, fussing over his folded shirt collar and the strands of hair that kept escaping his infantry cap.
Carlos stood a few feet away, hesitating, wanting to move closer but unsure if he should do so. It was so much easier when they were sitting on that roof, when want and desire and whispered vows came as easily as breathing. But here, on the ground, surrounded by the bustle of a train station, with TK’s mother patting his cheek and packing and repacking his bag, that rooftop felt as distant as a dream.
But then TK was standing in front of him, a small, sad smile ticking at the corners of his lips. Carlos didn’t need any urging to fold himself into TK’s embrace, and it was the hardest thing he’d ever done to not bury his face into TK’s shoulder and breathe in every part of him.
“I’ll write,” he murmured into TK’s shoulder, and tried to ignore the way TK’s breath hitched around him. Almost like he was holding in a sob.
TK pulled back, sooner than Carlos wanted, but they had already been hugging for too long and Carlos could feel the suspicious gazes of passerby as they finally pulled apart. TK’s jaw worked, like he was trying to find the words, but after a moment he just clapped a hand onto Carlos’ shoulder and tried to smile.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he said, but the cheer in his voice was strained.
“I’ll write,” Carlos said again, or thought he did. The blood was rushing in his ears, so loudly he couldn’t hear his own voice.
TK’s hand was lingering on Carlos’ shoulder, the tips of his fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, feather-light like a breath of air.
Then the train whistle was blowing, shrill and piercing, and Gwyneth was calling for TK to hurry before he missed his train, and TK was gone, jogging to the train and clambering aboard seconds before it began to pull away from the station.
Carlos wasn’t sure if TK could even see him in the mix of people seeing their soldiers off. But he waved until the train disappeared around the bend anyway.
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tkstrrand · 2 years
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TARLOS FIC (SAFEHOUSE AU) - CHAPTER 10 🖤
5K • READ ON AO3 • CHAPTER 10/12
Chapter title:  You find a way to survive, the world doesn't stop turning for anyone.
Chapter summary: TK and Carlos work out how; and if, they're able to move forward
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One week left.  
TK tried to concentrate on the trees swaying above him, and how the light peaked through the leaves. He tried to listen to the wind scattering across the land and the water lapping at the edge of the lake.
TK’s hands rested on his chest, TK opting to try and focus on the music playing from the one earbud he had in.
TK had spent most of the day outside, opting not to come in for lunch.
He heard soft steps coming up from behind, TK knowing who they belonged to in an instance, “Time to go inside?” He asked as the steps stopped beside him.
Carlos hovered close, “It’s starting to get dark,” The man said.
It was hours from darkness and despite the circumstances, TK couldn’t help but smile at the man’s concern. The way that despite everything, TK’s comfort and safety were always at the forefront of his mind, “Hey,” Carlos gently said, “What you thinking about?” He asked, the anxiety clear in his voice, his words eerily similar to what had started their argument a few days ago.
“I’m going to miss being by the water,” He said, “I think this is the longest I’ve been in the wilderness for,” It wasn’t rambling per say, but TK was just speaking, letting the words tumble out of his lips without thinking, just needing to fill the void, “Me and my dad tried to go camping when I was a kid but we only made it a few days,” He sighed, reaching up to pull the earbud from his ear. TK pulled himself up, his knees drawn up and his arms resting on them.
Carlos lowered himself to the ground, sitting next to him, his shoulder pressed against TK’s, “What’s going on?” he asked.
A lot, TK thought.
“The trial,” he said.
Carlos sighed, “It's normal to be nervous, what you’re doing is-“
“It’s not that,” TK said, shaking his head slightly...
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lire-casander · 2 years
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wip wednesday
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another wednesday with a bit from @911lsbb fic! i hope you're liking the small updates!
beware! there is a bit of sexual innuendo and some fade to black below the cut!
When he opens the door, he is greeted with a sight to behold — TK wearing a yellow hoodie that looks comfortable enough and with a hint of mischief in his impossible eyes.
"Wow," Carlos breathes out.
"Like what you see?" TK greets. Before Carlos can say anything, TK’s grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging at it so Carlos is leaning forward.
The kiss is both searing and calming, making him soar and grounding him. Carlos kisses back, hands roaming up TK’s arms as the worst of his day finds its way down to the back of his brain, way too busy feeling and nipping and nibbling. He lets out a moan that suddenly reminds him where they are.
"We don't want to give my neighbors a whole show," he mumbles. "Come inside."
"That was the plan," TK says coyly, leaning in and dropping a kiss right below Carlos' ear that leaves him panting.
He closes the door behind his back with a well-aimed kick of his foot, and attaches himself once again to the plush lips and the pliant body that’s underneath his, pressed against the wall closest to the entrance. They separate long enough to take a breath and move blindly around the space, until Carlos’ legs hit his couch and he loses his balance, pulling TK down with him.
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