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“So that leaves only one suspect. Isn't that right, Officer Reyes?” Paul accused Carlos in front of everyone in the staff lounge of the 126 firehouse.

The group snickered at Paul’s incredulous accusation while TK defended his man: “Come on, Paul. Take off the tinfoil hat. It wasn't Carlos.”

Everyone knew there was no way it could be Carlos, not sweet, innocent Carlos.

“He's right. It was me.” Carlos announced with a smirk and not a hint of guilt.

The group gasped in shock as TK struggled to process the betrayal by the saint of the group “ Babe .” TK gasped.

“I could say I thought it was community, but that would be a lie.” Carlos stated as he stared down Paul in the stare down of the century, “The truth is, I was peckish and I wanted pudding. And I didn't care whose pudding I had to take in order to get it.” chuckling as he continued to walk towards Paul

“And you know what? It was delicious .”

“Monster!” Paul shouted, “You are a monster!”

This was how Carlos ended up tied up and blindfolded once again in the 126 firehouse staff room. Stripped of his uniform, his gorgeous tan skin shimmered under the warm glow of the overhead lights, the oil on his body accentuating every sculpted curve and angle. His broad chest, perfectly defined with tight, chiseled muscles, rose and fell with shallow breaths. Each ridge of his abs looked like it had been carved by a master sculptor, leading the eye down to his narrow waist.

His thighs were thick and powerful, every muscle taut and defined, hinting at the strength that lay beneath. His firm, round ass was an undeniable centerpiece, almost glowing under the light, framed exquisitely by the red ropes that hugged his body with sinful precision. The crimson silk blindfold wrapped delicately around his eyes and the vivid red rope encasing his wrists contrasted beautifully against his golden skin, making him look like a living masterpiece—vulnerable yet commanding all at once.

“Uh, guys,” Nancy said, her voice hesitant but cutting through the heated atmosphere. Her gaze lingered for a moment too long, drinking in the breathtaking sight before she forced herself back to reality. This was... a lot. First off, Carlos was their friend. Second, he was TK’s fiancé.

“Isn’t this kinda... you know... unfair to Carlos?” she asked, though the words came out weaker than she intended.

Not that she could really complain. If she was honest, Carlos and TK’s relationship had been the centerpiece of more than one private daydream ever since she’d worked to get the two of them back together after Carlos’s house burned down. There was something magnetic about the two of them together—not just because they were both impossibly good looking, but because of the way they moved around each other, as if pulled together by fate, it was kinda romantic if she was honest.

The way TK’s hands would linger on Carlos, the way Carlos’s eyes light up every time he looked at TK.

Still, this? This was... unconventional, even for them.

TK grinned at her, one of his big stupid grins that lit up the room as he placed his hand on the small of Carlos’s bare back. “Babe, can you tell Nancy what color you’re at?”

Carlos groaned, looking up at the ceiling, or at least he would be if not for the blindfold.

“Babe, Nancy is going to worry that we’re assaulting you if you don’t speak up.”

Carlos bit his lip again, his cheeks going a dark red as Paul crossed his arms. “Alright then team, untie him…”

“Wait...wait”, Carlos said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Fine, Green, I’m at Green.”

“Good boy,” TK murmured, his tone warm and soothing as he rubbed circles on Carlos’s back, grounding him.

Okay, so Carlos was okay with this, which was reassuring. Except…

“Wait, I’m sorry, but this opens up a whole new can of worms,” Nancy said, breaking the moment as her gaze flickered around the room, landing on a mix of confused and expectant faces. “It’s just—Carlos is TK’s fiancé, and he’s, well, naked, tied up, and oiled in front of everyone?”

Carlos’s head dipped, his voice barely audible. “She thinks I’m a slut.”

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them freezing the room in an awkward silence. Nancy’s face crumpled, regret washing over her. She hadn’t intended to imply anything, but hearing it spoken aloud—especially from Carlos himself—hit differently.

“Hey, hey, not at all, babe.” TK’s voice was immediate, gentle yet firm as he cupped Carlos’s face in his hands, forcing those dark, beautiful eyes to meet his own. “You’re not a slut. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” His tone softened, full of love, before his gaze turned sharp and protective as he addressed Nancy. “What we do here doesn’t change who Carlos is. He’s still the most incredible, thoughtful man—and the best damn cop in Austin, period.”

Paul, seated nearby, nodded solemnly, adding weight to TK’s words. “Carlos just needs a space to let go completely—to be ruined—but only with people who understand and respect that. No one here is crossing any lines, Nancy. You know that.”

Nancy exhaled, her tension easing as she nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...um, well..."

Marjan placed a reassuring hand on Nancy’s arm. “Come with me,” she said, guiding her toward the ambulance bay. “We’re out of lube anyway, and I can explain some important things while we grab more.”

While Marjan lead Nancy away to explain the situation, Paul and TK knelt down beside Mateo, who had both hands shamelessly groping Carlos’s firm ass

“Any dessert here?” Paul asked, his tone casual but laced with mischief.

TK chuckled, his grin wide. “You know there is, Paul.”

Mateo’s eyes sparkled as his grin turned wicked. “All I know is there’s a whole lot of cake right here,” he said, giving Carlos ass a playful squeeze. “And I’m dying for a taste.”

As Mateo said that, he leaned in, burying his face between Carlos's asscheeks. His tongue swiped across the tight, puckered hole, drawing a sharp gasp from Carlos' lips.

"Fuck, yes," Carlos hissed, arching back into the sensation. “Fuck, god, please….”

“I think he likes it,” TK said, his tone smug as he watched Mateo eat his partner's tight pink hole, as Carlos whimpered and moaned under the impact of Mateo’s tongue, twisting and pulling against his restraints as TK's hand slowly made it way up Carlos's chest to just gently wrap around Carlos's neck, applying just enough pressure for Carlos to be aware it was there, but not enough to hurt him.

“Yeah, I wonder if he likes it as much as he enjoyed my last pudding cup,” Paul grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Carlos, the sight of Carlos enjoying himself was almost unbearable given Officer Reyes' heinous crime - Paul had been looking forward to that pudding cup. “This is supposed to be a punishment , TK.” Paul reminded, with a sharp smack to Carlos’s asscheek.

Squeezing Carlos's neck gently, TK leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Did you hear that babe, you've been a bad bad boy."

Meanwhile Marjan was enjoying explaining the situation to Nancy.

Nancy leaned against the side of the ambulance, her arms crossed as she watched Marjan with a thoughtful frown. She tapped a finger against her chin, her expression sceptical. “I don’t know, I always thought Carlos was, you know… confident . He seems so sure of himself most of the time, if anything I would of thought it would of been, you know, uh TK that um…”

“Oh I know,” Marjan giggled, “Right, like Carlos definitely puts TK in place, probably with cuffs, he might even use the baton.”

Nancy blushed at the thought, although honestly, she had pictured it before. If she was brutally honest, in the middle of their stupid breakup over the loft she had, maybe, thought to herself that all Carlos needed to do was rail the bitch out of TK.

In fact, if she was a little too honest, she may have pictured a scenario where Officer Reyes would storm into the firehouse, demanding to see TK. Bratty TK would sulk up to him, and Carlos would rip the shirt off TK in a heartbeat before turning him around, bending him over the firetruck and claiming him right there.

Her mind wandered as she remembered her favourite scenario:

Carlos strode into the firehouse with purpose, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on his target. "TK!" he called out, his deep voice echoing through the building.

TK looked up from where he had been talking to some of the other firefighters, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Carlos? What are you doing here? We are broken up and I don't want to see you"

The 126 firehouse would gasp, like it was a soap opera.

Carlos wouldn't respond, simply striding over to where TK stood. The other firefighters would watch in stunned silence as Carlos grabbed TK by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer. "I'm here to claim what's mine," Carlos growled like he was in a 1950's movie.

Before TK could even react, Carlos would rip his shirt open, sending buttons flying over the fire station floor. The scent of TK's cologne and sweat hit Carlos's nose and he inhaled deeply, a hunger stirring in his gut. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned, pushing TK towards the firetruck.

TK stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes wide. "Carlos, we can't-"

His words were cut off as Carlos spun him around and shoved him face first against the side of the truck. "Shut up and hold on tight," Carlos commanded, his voice rough and manly. He grabbed both of TK's wrists and pinned them above his head with one large hand, using his other to yank down TK's pants and briefs in one rough motion.

TK gasped as the cool air hit his bare ass but it quickly turned into a moan as Carlos kneaded the firm globes of his cheeks. "Fuck, you've got the best ass," Carlos praised, giving one cheek a hard smack. He followed it with another on the other cheek, grinning as he watched them jiggle.

"Please Carlos, not here," TK whimpered weakly even as his hips pushed back.

"Too bad," Carlos said, spreading TK open with his thumbs to expose his tight pink hole. He spat on it before pressing a finger in, working TK open with ruthless efficiency.

TK's cock was fully hard now, drooling precum on the floor as Carlos finger fucked him open. "Gonna fuck you so good," Carlos promised, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with the thick head of his cock. With one hard thrust he sank balls deep into TK's perfect ass.

"Oh god!" TK cried out, not caring about the audience anymore, lost to the sensations of being so suddenly and thoroughly claimed by Carlos.

Carlos set a brutal pace, pounding into TK's ass like a man possessed. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "Take it, take my cock," Carlos grunted, his hips slamming against TK's ass. "Gonna fill this ass up, make you mine."

TK could only moan and take it, his cock leaking steadily as Carlos used his body.

"That's it, fuckin' take it," Carlos snarled. His fingers dug into TK's hips hard enough to bruise as he chased his pleasure, determined to mark every inch of TK.

After a few more deep thrusts, Carlos came with a loud groan, painting TK's insides with his release. He collapsed over TK's back, hips twitching as he rode out his high.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Finally, Carlos pulled out and tucked himself away. "We're not done," he said, giving TK's ass a pat before throwing the naked paramedic over his shoulder and carrying him out to his patrol car.

The whole 126 fire station would clap as they left.

The next day, TK would walk into work, and Nancy would ask him how things were, and he would admit that he and Carlos were back together...

It would have been better for both of them than TK almost dying (again) in a lake and less stressful on everyone; poor Tommy had blamed herself for weeks and months afterwards.

Okay, TK probably would have still fallen in the lake and almost died. He was a magnet for near-death experiences.

Marjan, perched on the edge of the ambulance step, chuckled—though the sound came out more like a snort, which brought Nancy back to reality.

"Do I want to know what you were just thinking of?" Marjan asked with a knowing smile as Nancy played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about, Marjan."

"Ah ha, sure", Marjan replied with a smirk, “Anway, Don’t get me wrong. As TK said, he’s still Carlos. But there are definitely… layers.” She gestured vaguely with her hand as if those layers were floating in the air. “It’s just that when it comes to certain types of people—people in positions of authority—he gets a little… different.”

Nancy raised a sceptical eyebrow again, this time tilting her head. “Different, how?”

Marjan gave her an incredulous look, as if she couldn’t believe Nancy hadn’t noticed. “Seriously, Nance? You’ve never picked up on how submissive he can be around powerful people? Like, come on.”

Nancy blinked, clearly taken aback. “Submissive? Carlos? Are we talking about the same Carlos Reyes?”

Marjan rolled her eyes dramatically, leaning forward. “Yes, that Carlos Reyes. Look, he’s not falling over himself but think about it. Put him in a room with a commanding officer or even Captain Strand, and suddenly he’s all ‘yes, sir,’ ‘no, ma’am,’ head lowered like he’s waiting to get it bitten off.”

Nancy paused, replaying interactions in her mind. “I mean… maybe? But that’s just professionalism. He’s a cop. That’s how they’re trained.”

“Sure,” Marjan said, drawing the word out with a knowing smile. “But it’s not just professionalism. It’s like he has this instinct to defer to people who radiate authority. It’s subtle, but once you see it, you can’t unsee it .”

Nancy squinted as if trying to make sense of what Marjan was saying. “You think it’s… a personality thing? Or is this, like, a deeper… I don’t know, psychological thing?”

Marjan shrugged, leaning back against the ambulance. “Could be both. TK mentioned something once about Carlos and his dad, right? Maybe growing up with a guy like Gabriel Reyes set some precedent in his mind. Who knows? All I’m saying is, he’s got some stuff to work through in that department.”

Nancy considered this for a moment, then smirked. “So what you’re saying is, Mr Perfect, might have a few cracks in the old armour.”

“Exactly.” Marjan grinned. “But hey, don’t we all? Besides, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. TK clearly doesn’t mind, and Carlos is still Carlos.”

As Marjan selected a bottle from the stash, Nancy broke the silence. “So… if this is about ‘ruining’ Carlos,” she said hesitantly, “am I supposed to, like, call him a dirty little…?”

Marjan laughed, the sound loud and rich in the quiet of the ambulance bay. “Oh, no, no, no. TK would kick you out faster than you could dial 9-1-1 if you tried that.” She shook her head, a playful grin softening her words. “Listen, when Carlos is in that headspace, sure, he might let you say that stuff, but that’s not the vibe here. TK’s all about positivity—affirming, rewarding. It’s good boy, great job, well done. Nothing degrading or cruel. Ever. From what I understand, Carlos has never had a chance to let his guard down, and TK doesn't want to take advantage of it.”

Nancy nodded slowly, digesting the information. “Got it. Positive vibes only.”

Marjan’s expression turned more serious as she placed the lube in Nancy’s hand. “Exactly. And while we’re clearing things up, let’s talk about my role here. I watch, Nancy. That’s it. No touching. That’s a personal boundary for me because of my faith. I’m here for support and to keep things safe, but I don’t physically participate.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed slightly. “Because of your faith?”

Marjan nodded. “Yeah, it’s about honoring what I believe while still being here for my friends. It’s a balance, but one I take seriously.”

She glanced at Nancy, her tone softening again. “Look, everyone has their own boundaries and reasons for being here. The important thing is that we all respect each other, understand the rules, and keep this a safe space for Carlos, and everyone. That’s what matters most.”

Nancy took a deep breath, feeling a bit steadier. “Okay. Thanks, Marjan. I think I get it now.”

Marjan smiled, giving her a light nudge toward the door. “Good. Now, let’s get back before they think we’re using the lube.” Marjan gave her a cheeky wink, causing Nancy to blush. She knew the firefighter side of the 126 was a bit more risque, but this was full-on, even by their standards.

Making their way back to the staff room, where Carlos remained on full display in the middle of the room, hands bound above him to the roof, legs spread, cock hard.

“We should call him ‘community property’,” Paul said proudly, repeating Carlos’s words from earlier as his hand teased and tugged on the cop's hard cock, tugging just hard enough to keep him on edge but not hard enough for Carlos to get off as Carlos panted and begged for more.

Nancy looked at Mateo, who looked a tad guilty. “I haven’t been involved in any of these sessions since we hooked up, I promise” At Nancy’s further look, Mateo gave her a small, guilty smile. “But I have missed it; I mean, look at him.”

Nancy did look at him; Carlos looked like a goddamn model, shining under the fluorescent light,. Unfortunately, the blinds had to be closed, preventing natural light from coming in.

His chest was gorgeous, like it had been hand sculpted by the angels, his nipples perky and begging to be pinched while his cock, was beautiful, hard and purple.

“Okay,” Nancy said, “So Carlos ate Paul's pudding so he could get punished?”

“Yes,” the group answered in unison, their voices drowning out Carlos’s faint but adamant “No.”

Nancy’s hands glided over Carlos’s chest, her fingers skillfully twisting and tugging at his sensitive nipples, drawing helpless moans from his lips. Behind him, Mateo knelt, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around Carlos’s entrance, his touch maddeningly gentle and teasing - just enough to keep Carlos’s cock rock hard and leaking precum as TK knelt down next to his naked finance.

It didn’t take a rocket genius to work out TK’s plan, and to be fair, Nancy thought if her partner’s cock looked as tasty and neglect as Carlos did, she would do the same thing - and clearly Paul could see where this was going.

“TK,” Paul warned, his tone stern but now tinged with amusement rather than anger, “this is supposed to be a punishment , remember?”

In response, TK let out an actual whine, his pout almost childlike in contrast to the heat of the moment. Paul rolled his eyes and shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine, go ahead,” he relented.

Without a moment's hesitation, TK took his fiancé’s rock-hard cock into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him with practiced ease despite Carlos's impressive size. Carlos gasped sharply, his body arching as TK’s skilled mouth worked him over. In seconds, the moans spilling from Carlos’s lips turned into needy whimpers, his resolve melting under the onslaught.

TK bobbed up and down on Carlos's cock before teasing Carlos's cock head, purple and engorged as TK's hands gently massaged his partners full balls.

If she thought Carlos looked broken before, it had nothing on him now, whimpering and begging under TK’s deep-throating skills, she could probably ask anything right now and Carlos would agree without a second thought, all his brain power being drained by the assault on his senses.

Behind him, Mateo had finished his rimjob, looking at Carlos's slick hole with a pride she normally only saw when he had cleaned the firetrucks before he slid a finger deep into Carlos’s tight hole, his movements deliberate and teasing, coaxing soft cries with every motion as his fingers teased Carlos’s prostate.

If someone had told Nancy that she’d be getting turned on while watching her boyfriend finger-fuck their colleague’s undeniably hot fiancé in the lunchroom, she would’ve slapped them. Yet, there she was, unable to tear her eyes away.

Paul’s return broke the moment, drawing all eyes to him. In his hand, he held a bright pink dildo coated in something brown.

“What the hell is that?” Marjan asked, her head tilting in disbelief.

TK momentarily released Carlos’s cock with a loud pop, glancing up with curiosity.

“It’s chocolate pudding,” Paul said matter-of-factly. “Since he ate my last one, I figured he could share.”

Marjan raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “It looks like something else, though…” She turned her head to defer to TK.

“Yeah, Paul, I’m sorry, I’m not going to let you make Carlos suck clean a dildo covered in brown stuff, even if it is chocolate.” TK intervened.

Paul’s shoulders sagged slightly, a look of disappointment crossing his face. Marjan’s expression softened, and she smiled gently. “Come on, Paul, there’s some whipped cream in the fridge. That would look way more appropriate—and a lot less questionable.”

“To be fair,” Nancy chimed in, her voice playful as her nails traced light patterns down Carlos’s chest, making him shiver, “it would. And let’s be honest, it’d be a hell of a lot hotter.”

Paul grunted in annoyance but grabbed the dildo from the kitchen counter and headed to the sink to wash it thoroughly with warm water, complaining about the loss of a second pudding cup. Once clean, he reached for the can of whipped cream, spraying a heavy coat of the sweet, fluffy topping all over the toy's surface until it was fully covered.

Turning back to face Carlos, Paul held up the now dessert-drenched dildo. "You want pudding, Officer Reyes?" he asked sternly as Carlos merely moaned in response, the 126 team watching closely. "I hear you enjoy eating other people's puddings."

Moaning wasn’t enough for Paul; he and TK always demanded full, proper answers from their good boy.

“I said, do you want pudding, Officer Reyes?” Paul repeated, firmer as Carlos nodded.

"I..." Carlos swallowed hard, his voice strained. "Yes, please, Firefighter Strickland," he managed to get out.

Paul stepped closer, the dildo now a lurid, sinful treat. "Then open up and clean this dildo off then," he commanded firmly.

Carlos parted his lips, taking the pink cream-covered dildo into his mouth. He began to suck and lap at it eagerly, his tongue swirling around to lick up every last trace of whipped cream. It was borderline pornographic, Nancy thought to herself - Carlos tied up, blindfolded, servicing a sex toy like the good boy he was.

Fuck, if that was how he blew TK then he could see why TK put a ring on it at 03:18 in the morning - fuck, Nancy wasn't sure how they got out of bed every morning.

Paul pulled the now clean dildo out of Carlos's mouth, letting the pink plastic head sit on his bottom lip, “how did that taste, Officer?”

“It was delicious”, Carlos replied, but gone was his cocky, slightly arrogant tone replaced by a more polite tone.

Mateo, still kneeling by Carlos's ass, winked at Nancy before he pressed his two fingers hard on Carlos's prostrate, causing the cop to twitch uncontrollably as he moaned before Paul started to mouth fuck him with a dildo.

Nancy looked over at a smirking TK who was leaning against a sofa watching the show, their eyes locked and TK grinned widely. “It’s fucking hot, huh?”

Sometimes, Nancy forgot TK was a New York gay, the stories she had heard of Manhattan Gay Clubs....

There was a noise, and Nancy was impressed at how quickly the team moved, Marjan and Mateo holding up a firefighter jacket - it wasn’t enough to hide Carlos, but it at least covered him as Captain Strand and his girlfriend Kendra stood there.

Kendra looked shocked for a moment before looking to Captain Strand, who took it in his stride. “Paul, we need you.”

Paul sighed, putting down the toy before patting Carlos’s face gently. “Till next time.”

Paul, Owen and Kendra disappear until Owen reappears, “You’re all meant to be cleaning, not milking my future son-in-law, damn it, something you need to take care of yourself.”

Nancy gaped in disbelief as Owen roughly grabbed hold of Carlos's stiff cock. He began pumping it vigorously, his hand a blur as he worked the shaft. "Come on, Carlos. I don't have all day. Cum for me, boy."

Carlos flushed a deep crimson as Owen jerked his head towards Mateo. "Get the badge ready."

Mateo scrambled to obey, positioning the badge just in time. Carlos let out a strangled groan as his cock twitched and pulsed in Owen's grip. Thick ropes of pearly cum splattered across the metal, with a few errant drops landing on the floor.

"Clean your badge, don't miss a spot," Mateo ordered as he raised the cum covered badge to Carlos's mouth, which Carlos licked it clean, his tongue working over the ridges and along the leather.

“How clean is the floor?” Owen asked looking down at the few drops of cum that missed the badge as TK stepped forward to put his hand on the small of Carlos's back.

“Dad,” TK warned as Marjan shook her head to kill any suggestion that Carlos could clean it up with his tongue. “Nowhere near clean enough; I’ll mop it up later, Cap.”

“Good,” Owen replied, nodding in approval. “I don’t want my son-in-law getting sick. What do you say, Carlos?”

“Thank you, Captain Strand,” Carlos said softly, his voice steady but faintly strained.

Owen gave a satisfied nod, his grin both warm and slightly teasing. “Good boy,” he said with a chuckle before his tone shifted back to an authoritative cadence. “Now, remember, just because I’m away doesn’t mean you all get to slack off. You’ve got jobs to do, and I expect them to be done to my standards. No excuses.”

He swept a pointed look around the room, his gaze landing on TK, who was standing beside Carlos, his hands busy undoing the bindings that had held his fiancé in place. TK didn’t bother hiding the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“Sorry, Dad,” TK quipped, his tone light and full of mischief. “You’re not my Captain; besides, I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” He turned his attention back to Carlos, his expression softening as he focused on the task at hand.

Owen rolled his eyes but didn’t press the point, choosing instead to leave the room to catch up with Paul and Kendra on their mission to prove her innocence.

As the door clicked shut, TK shifted closer to Carlos, his hands gentle as he worked on untying the binds that held Carlos’s hands above his head. “Such a good boy,” TK murmured, his voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to earlier.

Carlos sagged, his body giving in as TK caught him, steadying his weight effortlessly. Marjan gave Nancy a nudge and whispered, “This is their time now. TK always takes care of Carlos after... you know. Usually, I grab them a bottle of water, maybe blue Gatorade, and a cookie before giving them space.”

Nancy followed Marjan’s lead, stepping back as TK gently carried Carlos to the couch. Settling into the cushions, TK cradled his fiancé close, his arms wrapping around him protectively. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles over Carlos’s back, and Carlos instinctively curled into the embrace, drawing comfort and warmth from TK’s steady presence.

Nancy watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips before her own desires took over. Turning, she grabbed Mateo by the wrist, her grip firm and insistent.

“I need you. Now,” she said, her voice low and urgent, her body already aching with need. Without waiting for a response, she led him toward the bathrooms, the wetness in her groin needing urgent attention.

"Great" Marjan said to herself, looking around the now abandoned room, "I guess it's just me left to tidy this place up before Cap gets back, go 126 huh."

Who ate Paul’s last pudding?

This is forever one of the funniest scene of Tarlos and 126! 😆

#ao3 #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #crack #SMUT #Pudding #Sub Carlos Reyes

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heartstringsduet · 5 months ago

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In this Sweet Surrender

Part Eight of the Let Me verse. A series exploring the canon relationship of Carlos and TK, while adding a slowly devoloping Dom/sub dynamic to it. Summary: A vacation is what both of them need to recalibrate after tragedy and as with everything, Carlos is prepared. The bags are packed, his mind filled with every scenario of how to unravel TK completely within three days. Thank you @herefortarlos and @lightningboltreader for being my betas for this multi-chapter beast. 💓

“Will you wrap me up like a present?” TK had asked when Carlos unveiled the ropes from his bag. He’d draped himself against Carlos back, his voice betraying the arousal behind his tease. “Or one of those porn magazine covers? Suspend me up by my feet?”

“Not today,” Carlos replied. “Today is about showing you what being in rope feels like, figure out what you like and what you don’t. And to show you what I can make you do with it.”

“Make me do? Why does it sound like you’re handling one of your family’s horses?”

It wasn’t a comparison Carlos would have made, but as the ropes form another diamond over TK’s ribs and he can pull at him from the connection at the center, he can see how it’s not totally wrong. TK’s body follows with the tiniest tug.

As a teenager, Carlos had earned a bit of pocket money by breaking in foals and skittish horses at Tía Lucy’s ranch. He’d never liked how his uncles did it, pain the only motivator, when Carlos could prove that building trust with the horse first, consistency and unwavering firm grip but gentle body language would make any horse trot behind him within the week.

Gentle tugs. TK follows. A little shove to show TK that the rope will hold, and TK tumbles like there is no resistance. A tap to his thigh and he spreads them as Carlos leads his upper body down between them onto the mattress. TK’s knuckles are white around the natural position he took as he folded them behind his back. He releases it at the hint of Carlos’ fingers brushing against them.

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#tarlos #tarlos fic #let me series #fic: in this sweet surrender #911 lone star fic #dom carlos reyes #sub tk strand #michelle writes #michelle's fics #tarlos d/s #look a new banner just for this part

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thebumblecee · 2 years ago

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Ooo I thought of a distraction! Let's hear some sub!Carlos HCs 😍

Ooh sub|Carlos my beloved. Thanks for the distraction ♥️

- he’s so in control of every aspect of his life that he needs to be able to just have a safe space to completely let go sometimes. On those nights his decisions are made for him by TK, he decides what he’s going to eat, what he’s going to do, when he’s going to come.

- he adores his dom. simply worships TK. When he’s in the sub headspace literally the only thing that’ll make him happy is pleasing TK. He’ll kneel by his feet all night just to get a soft smile aimed at him.

- he has a not-so-secret voyeur kink!!! He gets off on the fact other people know he’s a sub!! TK strokes his cheek in public a-la the missing scene and he jumps because he’s trying not to get on his knees immediately! He likes it when people know he belongs to TK!!

#cee speaks #tarlos #911 lonestar #carlos reyes #thinky thots that become plots #sub|carlos

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alrightbuckaroo · 1 year ago

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Thanks to @jesuisici33, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @orchidscript for the tags and double thanks to @welcometololaland for the tag and thinking up this lovely little game <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

Alright, so to save you from endless scrolling, I'm just going to list those that have a semblance of a plot and some words written (because surprisingly, yes there are more):

you can't catch a sinner with a saint (old west au)

yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze (sequel to the parisian summer romance au)

lone star lately (workplace mid 2000s rom-com au)

beauty lingers out of reach (artist!carlos nude model!tk au)

everybody is somebody's fool (1940s au)

the rolling thunder of your finger tips (reporter!tk weatherman!carlos dom/sub au)

the sunshine is in your smile (alternate first meeting)

these eyes don't cry (5 + 1)

love in a hurricane (bodyguard au)

love by any other name (witness protection au [but make it funny] )

shoot a man and watch him die (on the lam au)

29 going on 30 (tk turns thirty event fic)

come and take a walk on the wild side (partly published, partly driving me bonkers)

We'll be here forever if I tell you the summary of each one, but if you want to know more, don't be afraid to ask!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?:

come and take a walk on the wild side is currently 60k and does not show ANY sign of stopping right now.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

I'm thinking either the Old West AU or the 1940s AU simply because I plan to do such vast world building.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Old West AU for sure, but that's also where most of my mind has been on my upcoming WIPs. I'm going to love revisiting the "We'll Always Have Paris" verse though.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Either the 1940s AU because it's a case fic and I'll have to put a lot of thought into that b-plot or the On the Lam AU because it's not going to be the most sanitized storytelling.

Neither Carlos nor Tk is the villain, but the world won't see it that way.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

I think it's yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze, the sequel to summer slipped us underneath her tongue.

I didn't expect so many people to be excited for the sequel, let alone love the story so much, so I'm just hoping I continue doing justice to that little world.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I'm not sure, I think I might need a sensitivity reader for these eyes don't cry simply because I've never written a therapist before.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

come and take a walk on the wild side was on the mend for a second there, but right now the inspiration is back. TK's interlude is being written, ya'll!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

If you've read any of my AUs you know I LOVE a good OC so this is like asking me to pick a favorite child.

Ruth Baker is an office clerk in the Old West AU who I simply just adore. I get to write things like this:

Roy chuckles and it’s both sinister and mocking. “Oh Reyes, what I actually want to say wouldn’t be polite to do so in such,” Roy’s eyes glance over at Ruth, they land on her chest for a little too long. “Feminine company.” “Eat shit, Roy.” Ruth’s cigarette doesn’t move as she says it, not once looking up from her typewriter.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

come and take a walk is sexy but it's not the couple you necessarily want to root for so that might be subjective. Though, I do get write fun moments like this:

“God,” Hartlock emphasizes the word, putting a mix of exasperation and desperate, wanton longing. TK’s aware of where this is going and decides to lean into it. He lowers himself on his lap, straddling him. Hartlock welcomes him, as if his lap is a spot made for TK. “You are such a handful.” He places his hands on TK’s hips, reaches under his shirt and touches his bare skin. his fingertips feeling like a sunburn. TK leans in and whispers, “I know, but that’s what you’ve got two hands for.” He presses his lips against Sam’s neck, kissing it with intent. Hartlock gives in to the moment, his hands looking to grab purchase on TK’s skin.

If we're talking strictly Tarlos sexy; toss up between the Old West AU and the Bodyguard AU (for now 🤭)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Definitely these eyes don't cry. That said, it's almost been one of the most fun to write; so what does that really say about me 🥴

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I write so many AUs so it's hard to say who's extremely true to the show, but maybe these eyes don't cry since it's exploring what the show has given us as Carlos?

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Old West AU most likely. That's one I'm really take my time with the world building on. By the end of you're going to be so sick of hearing about dim bar lightning, crooked streams and blood crusted eyebrows.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Right now, it's probably yesterday's summer love was a warm summer breeze since I made both TK and Carlos' journey in the Parisian Summer AU so detailed. Now I have to keep it going LMAO

Here's what the research folder looks like right now (and I haven't even fully started writing it yet):

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Old West AU because I'm finally writing things I've always wanted to give myself the chance to write. Cowboys, religious imagery, a fully fleshed arc and hey, the smut is kind of just icing on the cake at this point.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I actually just had one (as in TODAY) and I dreamed I wrote half a chapter of two of them and just POSTED THEM??

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

I'm hesitant to say other stories won't have these things going forward, come and take a walk on the wild side really does utilize the non-linear storytelling tag and the unreliable narrator tag.

You're not supposed to agree with TK often, but that's the point.

That said, I love an unreliable narrator so I can't say it won't show up again. It just doesn't show up in the other works I'm working on, right now.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Either Lone Star Lately or Beauty Lingers Out of Reach. Lone Star Lately is literally a workplace rom-com au that teeters the line of enemies to lovers it's gotta be FILLED with humor.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Owen's arc is actually the B Plot of the Witness Protection AU! I love a good b-plot (and sometimes even a c-plot) and this one is no different.

Due to being in the Witness Protection program and not being able to be out in the public eye as often as he used to, he can't be a firefighter for the time being. So, now he has to figure out who he is when he's not his job.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Four of these AUs already have sequels outlined - some are multi-chapter, some are just really long one-shots

I'm actually working on one that's a giant secret and I can't wait to share it with all of you (it's been a blast to write so far)

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @bonheur-cafe, @freneticfloetry, @rosedavid, @ambiguouspenny, @wandering-night19, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @lightningboltreader, @paperstorm, @three-drink-amy, @chaotictarlos, @carlos-tk, @sanjuwrites, @birdclowns, @basilsunrise, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @catanisspicy, @rmd-writes, @kiloskywalker, @whatsintheboxmh, @guardian-angle22 and of course anyone who wants to join in :)

if you're an artist, gifmaker or cross-stitcher, these questions might be better suited for you :)

#alright sorry for making you scroll through the fucking declaration of independence but this was fun!#thanks for thinking this up lola <3 #tag you're it

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chaotictarlos · 2 years ago

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Lost in You

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

Rating: Explicit | Warnings / Tags: 4 x 13 Coda, 4 x 13 "Open", wife jokes, light dom/sub, spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, Bratty TK Strand, m x m sex

Summary: TK comes home making wife jokes and Carlos reminds him who he belongs to.

Author's Note: Me to my friends in TWP after that episode and the wife jokes: how many wife jokes can I fit into a coda? This coda was born. @kiloskywalker is to blame as well, of course.

thank you to @meditating-honey-badger for being amazing and betaing this for me and for the tile! Though the other titles were a delight too.

My other season 4 fics

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TK sighs and shuts the door behind him. “Carlos, you have no idea what my day has been like today.”

Carlos looks up from the stove, giving his fiance a soft smile. “Was it a rough one?”

TK drops his bag by the door and slips off his shoes, groaning as he makes his way over to the couch. He falls forward, onto it, and groans again.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he hears Carlos say.

TK makes another noise — at this point, he’s truly just being dramatic. He lays there for a few minutes before looking up at Carlos.

“Found something else my dad and I had in common today,” TK says.

Carlos turns to him, “Yeah? Did that contribute to the rough day?”

TK ignores the question.

“Yeah, he’s also with someone who was keeping a spouse hidden.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”

TK nods, “Yeah, I was thinking maybe you and Kendra can trade notes. There must be some club for people who keep marriages hidden. If not, you two could start one.”

“TK,” Carlos says with an exasperated sigh.

TK rolls onto his back and gets comfortable, tucking a hand under his head.

“You know, maybe I should even the playing field. You’ve had a wife. Maybe I should get married real quick. so I can have it annulled.,” TK says making sure he sounds like he really thinks about it. “Carlos, do you think your sister will marry me? Might as well just go from one Reyes to another and then back again.”“TK,” Carlos says, and TK can hear in his voice that he’s going to be in trouble.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @noxsoulmate @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes @meditating-honey-badger @paperstorm @otter-love-asl @kiloskywalker @angeltk @firstprince-history-huh @brouill3r @sanjuwrites

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paperstorm · 2 years ago

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Okay, so idk why but I'm in my angst feels today and all this dom/sub talk got me thinking - did they ever get it wrong? Like subspace and/or the drop? And depending on the when how did they deal with it? Was TK all "lmao had it worse in NY on occasions :) *smile thru the pain* :) with Carlos being all horrified? Or if you ever thought about it, what's your headcanon?

Okay fics like this are actually one of my favorite things. Because like just regular fairly vanilla sex is a learning experience when you're with someone new right, it's a whole process of learning each other and figuring out how you work together and what each other likes and wants. And adding any kind of more complicated things into it just makes that even bigger and more of a process of learning. So especially if Carlos had no experience with this, there would absolutely be times at the beginning where it goes wrong. There would be a whole process of discussing what they want and kink negotiation (and Carlos strikes me as the kind who would do so much more research than he probably even needs to because it's so important to him to get it right.) I have a fic in my head that may or may not ever be written where TK doesn't use the safe word because he gets all in his head about not wanting to disappoint Carlos but then Carlos realizes he's upset and that makes Carlos so upset etc. and they have to have a big conversation about how he can’t ever do that again. Idk if I even want to write something like that but it lives in my head.

Also this fic by my kick ass pal @cowlos-reyes is a good one I read recently that explores the theme of kink going wrong.

#911ls asks

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mixtapestar · 1 year ago

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AO3 Wrapped [writer's edition]

How many words have you written this year? 248,282 according to my tracker; 231,445 posted

How many works did you publish this year? 105

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? flip like a switch (Ted Lasso, Roy/Keeley/Jamie, Explicit) featuring switch!Roy

What work of yours has the most hits? relentless (Venom, Eddie/Venom, Explicit) - written for the BDSM exchange

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? the best sleep (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie, Explicit) featuring only one bed

Favorite title you used intricate rituals (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie, Explicit) featuring fighting that turns to fucking

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? surprisingly little lyric-inspired titles this year! the only one that comes to mind is step into the future (High School Musical, Chad/Ryan, Teen) that uses a HSM3 lyric

Relationship you wrote the most for this year? Roy/Jamie (46)

Favorite relationship you wrote for this year? Equal love for Roy/Jamie and Roy/Jamie/Keeley!

What work was the quickest to write? future luck (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Explicit) because we needed the tags for battleship 😂

What work took you the longest to write? caught in a landslide (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Explicit) featuring Jamie not knowing he's being wooed

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? looks like 6-8 that have potential to actually get written/posted in 2024

What’s your longest work of the year? caught in a landslide (see above) at 14,467 words

What’s your shortest work of the year? several drabbles of exactly 100 words! I think my favorite is anticipation (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Teen)

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Roy/Jamie/Keeley soulmark AU

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Dom/sub 😂

Your favorite character to write this year? Roy Kent

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? Carlos Reyes in my foray into 9-1-1: Lone Star fic! I hope I did him justice.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? since I'm still comfy in my Ted Lasso hyperfixation, I'm thinking Colin/Will

Which work of yours have you reread the most? probably not quite a punishment (Roy/Jamie, Explicit) just for editing reasons

How many kudos in total did you get this year? 13,648

Which work has the most comments? flip like a switch (see above)

Did you do any collaborative works this year? I podficced several works! You can find them at an AO3 name that switches out 'pod' for 'star' 😉

Did you write any gifts this year? MANY!!! Most of my fics from the first 3/4 of the year were for exchanges, and then the last 30 were for the Sexy Christmas event on the This Is Perverse (Roy/Jamie) discord server.

Did you receive any gifts this year? Also many, because of the exchanges! They're so much fun <3

What’s your most common category? M/M

What do you listen to while writing? Usually nothing, but if not, something instrumental or in a language I don't speak. I was a big fan of Neon Bunny this year.

Favorite work you wrote this year? equal opportunity (Ted Lasso, Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Explicit), because it was written right after 3x01 responding to the events therein, and I think it still slaps

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? from the best sleep:

"Alright, seriously. Did you take something? Have some shots? It's fine, you can tell me. Fuck knows I got into plenty of shit back in the day." Jamie stares back at him in wide-eyed confusion when Roy twists around to see his face. "I didn't have nothing, Coach. Swear down." "Why are you being so fucking weird then? All… happy." Jamie's expression softens. He hasn't moved his hand from around Roy's middle since Roy twisted around, so now his fingers are tangled in Roy's shirt, rucking it up. "'Cause I'm fucking happy, mate. We won against City—me mum was proper hyped up over it. I got to dance with Colin's fit new boyfriend and tease him about it, and then I got to come home with you." Roy's heart jumps to his throat at Jamie's phrasing. "And that makes you happy?" he rasps. "All that?" Roy's shirt bunches under Jamie's hand as he grips it. "Roy," he says desperately, eyes pleading.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? Writing 30 Roy/Jamie fics for Sexy Christmas. 😂 The inspiration of a big ol' stack of kink prompts!

#fic related #writing #meme #ted lasso #royjamie #ot3

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years ago

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Fatility’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Multifandomed & OC Menu Updated Pt. Two 7•6•24 𓆰♥︎𓆪

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 9-1-1 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Athena Grant.

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↳ Henrietta Wilson.

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↳ May Grant.

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↳ Maddie Buckley.

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↳ Karen Wilson.

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↳ Bobby Nash.

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↳ Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 9-1-1: Lonestar 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Tyler “T.K” Kennedy Strand.

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↳ Carlos Reyes.

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↳ Judson “Judd” Ryder.

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↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Ellie Williams.

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↳ Dina.

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↳ Riley x Ellie

What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

↳ next episode

↳ Dina x Ellie

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↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

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Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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