#also carlos’ limp wrist….need I say more

[f1-stuff]

“They fucked on the plane” like literally there is no other explanation to this behavior?? Carlos cannot physically stop himself from touching him?? Insane

Why would he stop himself? That's his wife ❤️

+Bonus: 'fresh' off the plane

[tetralea]

The safety car makes me sad 😢 I'm sorry that i come here because i need some comfort and also have a plot. You are definitely the best one who can combine them tgt!

I saw your post about max being jealous over charles and carlos. Today I present you a new one: george! He seems to want to talk to Charles so much although charles is a sad meow meow and seems to be happy when he gets a chance during the post race conference, ignoring max who sits between them. There're photos of lestappen playing champagne tgt which are cute and precious but i just can't get George out of my head.

(You can make it a/b/o if you want to. I love your works always!)

Ahh, it was so underwhelming! I was really hoping for a restart and some fight between Max and Charles. :(

Ayy, your are very sweet! 💕

I think we all saw those photos, the way Charles looked at George, and how he was rather talking to him than to Max. Well Max saw it too.

I think he wouldn’t say anything then and there, he would definitely just stand a tad bit closer the Charles, kind of inserting himself into the picture and the conversation. Charles is a bit oblivious, not necessarily noticing when he gives instant heart eyes to someone, or subtly flirts. So, when they are alone, maybe already back in the hotel, he just corners Charles, and kisses him a bit more possessive than he first wanted. Charles is breathless.

“Baby, can you not openly flirt with other people?” It’s a fair ask, no? “Sebastian I get, Carlos I can accept, but now Russel? Really? While I’m standing right next to you?” Charles is a bit lost trying to remember when did that happen, but his back is pressed to the wall, Max’s hips pinning him to it, chest pressed against his, one hand gently lifting his wrists above his head.

“I swear I didn’t.” His voice is breaking into a moan when Max very unfairly bites down on his neck, where he knows Charles is the most sensitive. He holds the brunette, because he also knows it is like a reset button on Charles, his brain goes empty, knees giving in, body limp for a second. He is nibbling on that spot and Charles is putty in his arms in a second. “No fair.” It’s a breathy moan, before his eyes rolling back, head falling against the wall, trusting Max that he won’t let him collapse.

Max makes sure to take care of that spot on both sides, and by the times he is done Charles is a panting, whining mess. It’s easy to manhandle him onto the bed, stripping him quickly, making him even further gone with maddening kisses, and palming him trough his boxers.

“I bet he couldn’t make you feel this good this fast.” He is right but it takes some time for Charles to come up with any answer.

“I wouldn’t even want him. But I’m telling you it was nothing.”

“I know.” Max waits until Charles looks him in the eyes, kissing him reassuringly. “But wanted to remind you a little. And I bet you will remember if I don’t let you come a few times.”

Charles mewled, a sound resembling to a broken no. He was in for a long and agonising night, by the end with Max’s name and only that on his lips and in his mind as he finally tumbled over that edge into a mind numbing orgasm. George who?

[firetrucks-fastcars]

Indulgence

Summary: Carlos indulges one of TK's kinks. It turns out really well for them

Inspired by Ronen's tweet about Carlos putting TK in handcuffs

Rating: Explicit, read at your own risk

(seriously this is 2k words of filth)

Cross posted on ao3 here

Carlos Reyes was of the opinion that everything TK did was hot. TK looked hot fighting fires, but he also looked hot tying his damn shoes. It didn’t even matter what he wore. Carlos swore he could walk around wearing a trash bag and still make it work. 

He loved every version of TK but he was particularly partial to dressed up TK. There was something about his boyfriend in a suit that made his knees go weak. 

“You look so good,” Carlos praised as TK met him in the living room, reaching out to straighten his tie. Judd and Grace were hosting a small party at their house in celebration of their tenth wedding anniversary. They’d invited the entire crew, plus Carlos and Judd and Grace’s families. Grace had insisted that they all dress up, which led to suited up TK and drooling Carlos.

“Glad you like it,” TK leaned into his arms, leaning his chin on his chest. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Seriously babe, looking that good should be illegal.”

“Yeah? You gonna arrest me, officer?” TK nipped at his neck playfully.

“I don’t know,” Carlos flipped them around so that TK’s back was to his chest and he was gripping his wrists. “Is that something you’re into?”

TK made a noise in the back of his throat that he didn’t know he was capable of making and his body went limp, leaning back heavily against Carlos.

“Woah,” Carlos gently turned TK back to face him and cupped his cheeks. “Come back to me space cadet.”

TK’s pupils were blown and it took him a minute to refocus on Carlos.

“Sorry. I uh- I don’t know what happened.”

He tried to pull away but Carlos stopped him.

“Hey. It’s okay baby. Look we don’t have a lot of time,” Carlos glanced at the clock. “But I need you to answer me honestly. Is that something you’re seriously into? Is it something you want to try?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Carlos ran his hands up and down TK’s arms soothingly. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. We don’t have time to talk about this as much as we need to. So we’re gonna go to Judd and Grace’s party, and we’re gonna keep our hands to ourselves,” that bit was spoken as a warning. “Then when we get home we’re gonna have a real discussion about this and then we’ll decide together if it’s something we want to try. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” Carlos kissed TK”s temple. “Do you need a minute or are you good?”

“I’m good.”

“Okay, let’s get going before we’re late.”

Carlos kept one hand on TK’s thigh as he drove, partially as a grounding point for TK’s still wandering mind and partially as a promise of what was to come.

TK managed to control himself pretty well, at least better than Carlos thought he would. TK was clingy and touchy at the best of times, but especially when they were planning something -sexy-. A few times Carlos had had to pull TK’s hand away when in wandered too far up his leg and give his boyfriend a warning look. Most of the time that look could put him in his place, but sometimes TK liked to test his patience just to see how far he could go. 

After he removed TK’s hand for the fourth time in the middle of dinner he pushed his chair back and stood, “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

He discreetly motioned for TK to follow him and he did, not offering an explanation to everyone else at the table. 

Carlos walked in from the outside patio, going far enough into the house that it looked like he was headed for the kitchen, but out of the way where no one could see them.

He pushed TK against the wall, boxing him in with his arms. 

“Hi,” TK whispered.

“Hi. Baby, what did I tell you before we left?”

“Hands to myself.”

“You’re not doing a great job of that huh?”

“No.”

“You’re trying to get my attention aren’t you?”

TK nodded, pushing closer to get his arms around Carlos.

He returned the hug, rubbing up and down TK’s back.

“I know. I got you keyed up on accident before we came. So here’s my deal for you. If you can behave for the rest of the party, I’ll give you a treat when we get home. That sound good?”

TK nodded against his chest and Carlos shook his head, “Words TK.”

“Yes.”

“Okay good. Take a breath. Calm down.”

TK pulled away and leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize babe. It’s my fault too. We shouldn’t be here much longer. Just another hour, that’s all I’m asking”

“I can do it.”

“I know you can. Okay, let’s get drinks and get back out there before they come looking for us.”

TK nodded his agreement and they retrieved a glass of water for both of them along with a second glass of wine for Grace before rejoining the party. 

True to his word, they were only there for another hour before they began making their rounds and saying goodbye, telling anyone who asked that Carlos had a shift the next day and headed to the car.

TK was even more jittery on the way home and Carlos had barely put the car in park before TK was getting out and heading to the front door, fumbling with his keys. 

Carlos laughed at his eagerness and followed him, taking the keys from his hands, flipping it the right way around, and unlocking the door. 

“I was good right?”

“Of course you were. You want your prize?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Carlos led him up to their room and shut the door behind him. He began kissing up and down TK’s neck as he pushed his jacket off his shoulders and worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

“What’s my prize?”

“What’s your favorite thing in the world?”

“You?”

Carlos laughed, “Nice try. Besides that?”

“Uhh, I don’t know. I’m kinda blanking right now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Carlos finished with his upper body and dropped to his knees, getting to work on TK’s pants. “I know you’re gonna love it.”

When TK was fully naked, he climbed on the bed while Carlos undressed.

“Lay on your belly,” he instructed as he climbed on the bed behind him.

He tapped the outside of his thigh and TK’s hips went up on instinct. Carlos spent a few minutes running his hands over the smooth skin of TK’s thighs, kissing and biting at his cheeks.

“Carlos,” he whined.

“What is it, baby?”

TK whined petulantly again, pushing his hips back.

“Do you want me to get on with it?”

“Yes.”

“You should have said something.”

Carlos spread TK’s cheeks with his hands then got to work. 

It took him less than five minutes to have TK moaning and shaking. 

“Carlos please.”

“Please what baby? You’ll get what you want if you can tell me.”

“I wanna cum.”

“Go ahead, baby.”

Like his body had been waiting for the command, no sooner than the words had left his mouth, TK was coming.

TK collapsed face-first on the bed and Carlos rolled him over gently, away from the dirty spot on the sheets. While TK was still out of it, he grabbed a cloth from the bathroom, soaking it in cool water, and used it to clean him off. 

TK whined and reached for him, pulling him down to cuddle with him. They dozed on and off for almost an hour before Carlos woke TK up to drink water and eat something. When he was more awake they changed the sheets then collapsed back into bed together.

“Pretty damn good prize,” TK complimented from his spot on Carlos’ chest.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t get off.”

“I don’t need to,” Carlos kissed his head. “It was supposed to be about you.”

“Do you wanna talk now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay go for it.”

“Do you really want me to use my cuffs on you?” “Yeah, I do.”

“Why?”

“I think it would be hot. You know I like it when you’re in control and I guess this is an extension of that. You’re completely in control of me. You’re in control of how much I can move,  if I can touch you. I like that.”

Carlos nodded thoughtfully, “Okay, but I have some conditions.”

“Okay.”

“Only one hand for now. Let’s just try it out and if you hate it it’s easier to get you out fast. If we both enjoy it we can work up to both hands.”

“I can live with that. Anything else?”

“No actual sex.”

“What?”

“Like I said I want to be able to get to you quickly if you don’t like it and I don’t want to hurt you pulling out too fast or something like that.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s it. Actually, one more thing, do you want to plan out when we do it, or do you want to be surprised?”

“Surprise me.”

TK hoped that when he told Carlos to surprise him, he wouldn’t be waiting long. Luckily, he wasn’t.

Almost two weeks later he came home from work to find the house seemingly empty and a pair of keys on the coffee table next to a note instructing him to get undressed and come upstairs. 

He left his clothes folded neatly on the couch and proceeded to their bedroom clutching the keys.

Carlos was waiting for him on the bed, one side of the handcuffs already locked into place on the bed.

He pulled him in for a kiss, then gently maneuvered him onto the bed.

“Right arm.”

TK lifted his right arm and Carlos kissed his palm before putting his wrist into the cuff.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green.”

Carlos clicked it into place and TK gave it an experimental tug. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but if he pulled hard enough the metal bit into his skin.

“That feel okay?”

“Green,” TK answered again.

Carlos gave him another kiss on the lips before slowly trailing kisses down his neck and chest.

TK wasn’t sure when he had gotten fully hard, but his body was certainly into what was happening. 

Carlos took him in hand, giving him a few gentle strokes before taking the head into his mouth. He stroked the base with a tight grip as he sucked lightly on the first few inches of his cock, flicking his tongue the way TK liked.

“Shit,” TK’s left hand threaded into Carlos’ hair but Carlos pulled off, pushing his hand down on the bed.

“Keep your hand down.”

TK whimpered but didn’t give him any other sign that he was uncomfortable so he resumed what he was doing. 

He switched it up after a few minutes, taking him all the way down, which made TK jerk, handcuffs rattling uselessly against the bed frame.

Carlos hadn’t realized what a turn on it was for him. He knew he liked being dominant and in control, but he hadn’t realized he’d be into rendering TK completely submissive. This was an interesting development for both of them. 

He knew the signs that TK was getting close, his breathing had picked up and he was whining more than moaning at that point, so he decided to speed things up.

He pulled himself off of TK’s cock and moved so that he was hovering over him, one hand supporting his body, the other reaching between them to take both of their dicks in hand. 

Precum and spit made it easier as he jerked them off at a brutal pace, trying to catch up to TK.

TK turned his head to bite at Carlos’ bicep, knowing it would leave a mark. 

“I’m close,” he moaned against the skin of his arm.

“Me too baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

A few more strokes of his hand had TK spilling between them, Carlos following soon after.

Carlos gently lowered himself down on top of TK. They laid there for a few minutes, him rubbing TK’s side and TK’s hand in his hair until his brain cells came back online.

He rolled over and grabbed the keys from the nightstand. He unlocked TK and kissed the faint red mark on his skin, rubbing to make sure the circulation to his hand hadn’t been cut off.

He sat TK up and encouraged him to drink some water while he got them both cleaned up. When he came back, he downed his own bottle of water and they split a power bar between them as they curled up under a blanket. 

“Thoughts?” Carlos asked, stroking his hands through the sweaty mess of TK’s hair.

“So fucking good.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“So that’s something you want to try again?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Good. Me too.”

TK slumped against him, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“You’re amazing. Thank you for indulging my weird kinks.”

“If they all turn out like that, I’ll indulge whatever you want.”

[video-killed-the-radio-host]

Ghost/living person for Kevin and Carlos

I was so excited to get this ask you have no idea. I'm so glad to have an excuse to write Kevlos💛💜

CW for domestic abuse(not between Kevin and Carlos )

Carlos wasn't sure what to think when a new couple moves into his house, but there isn't much he can do about it, being dead and all. He moves into a corner in the living room and studies the pair. 

The slightly shorter of the two held the obvious authority. This man's wardrobe likely cost more than Carlos made in his entire life. He had dark sharp eyes and dressed in all black. 

The smaller but slightly taller man was clearly the submissive personality. He was almost unnaturally skinny but what catches Carlos's attention is the unnatural amber color of the man's eyes. They were so captivating that he didn't realize at first that they were trained on him. Not through him like most people, on him. Almost as if-

"Can you see me?" Carlos finds himself asking aloud. 

The skinny man starts to respond but Carlos puts a quick hand up to stop him, not missing the heavy flinch from him. Interesting. "Don't answer out loud. I don't think he can see or hear me."

The other man is speaking now so Carlos turns away to face him. 

"Kevin what the hell are you doing?" 

Kevin- the skinner man, Carlos had put together- flinches again at the raised voice. 

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Kevin's voice is soft. 

Carlos turns to look at Kevin once again. It appeared that Kevin had taken one of the coffee mugs from the box he was holding but had dropped it onto the coffee table, chipping the handle. It wasn't much damage and didn't really warrant a huge reaction. Or at least Carlos didn't think so.

The man- Carlos decided to dub him Asshole- rips the cup from Kevin's hands and drops it onto the hardwood floor. Ceramic shards scatter across the floor. Kevin shuffles his feet to avoid being cut. 

"There. Now it's trash too."

Kevin keeps his eyes down and seems to be trying to make himself smaller. 

"Clean it up. I'm going out." And with that, Asshole leaves,  slamming the door unnecessarily loudly behind him. 

Carlos watched as Kevin slowly unfolds himself and kneels to pick up the shards. "Kevin?"

Kevin freezes, trembling violently. He keeps his head down but Carlos didn't need to see his face to see the fear there. 

"I'm not going to hurt you." Carlos promises. "I can't even touch you." His attempt at a joke falls flat. 

"Please move your foot." It's just over a whisper but makes Carlos look down. 

A piece of the mug had ended up under his foot. Carlos moves his foot back. "Sorry."

Kevin doesn't speak. He gathers up the remaining glass and stares at the shards in his hands. 

Carlos decided to try for a conversation. It's been ages since he talked to anyone. "Was that mug important to you?"

There's a long stretch of silence before Kevin speaks again. "One of my clients gave it to me."

"Clients?"

"I help kids find a good forever home." Kevin stands and presses his lips together, clearly trying not to cry. 

"Maybe I can fix it?"

"How? You're dead." Kevin says rather bluntly before shrinking back. "I'm sorry. That-that was rude."

Carlos chuckles. "Yes. I am. But I still may be able to help." He kneels down beside the living man. "Can I see?"

Kevin offers him the handful of glass. Carlos squeezes his eyes shut as he does his best to focus all of his energy. 

Kevin gasps softly as the mug starts to mend itself. "H-how?"

Carlos smiles gently. "It's a ghost thing. I think. I've only ever done it once before."

"Thank you...um…"

"Carlos."

"Carlos." Kevin smiles a little. "Thank you."

"Can I ask you something kind of personal?"

"Oh….um...sure."

"Does he hurt you often?"

Kevin's eyes widen and he starts to shake again. "He's never raised a hand to me."

"O-"

Kevin puts the mug down and puts his hands over his ears, curling his fingers into his hair and pulling. Carlos is starting to worry he was going to hurt himself. Carlos bites his lip and leans forward a bit. He touches the back of Kevin's head and a moment later he goes limp, asleep. 

-----.------

Over time, Carlos and Kevin have stolen conversations when Asshole- Diego, Carlos has learned his name was, but Carlos liked Asshole better- wasn't around. Kevin had slowly started to open up to him. Carlos also had learned that Asshole liked to get drunk and yell a lot. Mostly at Kevin over the smallest things not in his control. 

Carlos made several offers to help or do something about him but Kevin always said no. Some nights, Asshole got a little too close to physically hurting Kevin for Carlos's liking. True to Kevin's word, Asshole never actually hit Kevin but he yelled a lot and broke things. 

He wasn't ready to admit it, but Carlos had gotten attached to Kevin. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes light up when he talk about placing a child in a good home. Carlos realizes-with horror- that he was starting to fall in love again. He keeps this to himself of course, knowing he had no chance with a living person. He hadn't fallen in love since his fiancee had died during a hiking accident; back when he was alive. 

What finally made Carlos snap happened exactly a year after Kevin moved in. It was the dead of night and Carlos was lounging in the dark living room as he didn't need sleep. 

The front door slams open, causing Carlos to jump and nearly fall off of the couch. Asshole staggers in, clearly drunk. Carlos's danger meter is going nuts. Kevin had been asleep for the last hour and a half. Asshole seemed more pissed than usual. Carlos stands and follows as Asshole staggers to the bedroom. He slapped the light on, causing Kevin to stir and sit up with a confused expression. Carlos would have found it adorable if he wasn't worried for the man's safety. 

"Diego?" Kevin yawns. 

"Who the fuck is Carlos?" Asshole demands. 

If Carlos's heart still had worked, it would had stopped. 

"What?"

"You heard me. Who is he?" Asshole shoves a piece of wadded up paper into Kevin's face. "Don't lie to me and maybe I'll go easy on you."

Kevin's tired eyes focus on the paper and he pales. "Diego i-its not like that. I promise. I-" he ducks as a fist flies at his face and smashes into the headboard. 

"I told you not to lie to me. After everything I do for you? You turn around and whore yourself out?"  Asshole pulls his hand back and strikes Kevin across the face with an open hand.  The slap is loud and the room goes dead silent for a moment. "Answer me! Who is he?" He hits Kevin again and Carlos can feel himself vibrating with anger.

"He's no one!" Kevin yelped and put his hands up to protect his face. Asshole grabs his wrist in a motion that would at least leave a sprain. "He isn't real! I made him up! Carlos…. Please…." His voice dropped to a whimper. "Help me…" 

That just served to piss Asshole off and he grips Kevin's jaw. "No body wants you." He growls. "You're lucky I took pity on you. No one loves you. No one cares about you. You have only me and you belong to me. I'm going to find this Carlos and I'm going to-" he squeezes his grip on Kevin's jaw. "You're going to watch."

Kevin is still pale at this point and he stares at Carlos with fear filled eyes. Asshole raises his hand to hit Kevin again but something in Carlos snapped. He summoned a strength he didn't know he had and managed to shove Asshole off of Kevin. 

Asshole tumbled into the floor, hitting the wall. Carlos didn't care. He looks at Kevin and reaches for him. Kevin flinches away. Carlos pulls his hand back. "Call the cops love. Don't let him get away with this. Please. I don't like seeing you hurt. I lo-"

"Don't say it." Kevin whispers. "I know. And I agree but please don't say it. Not yet." He stands on shaker legs and takes a stumbling step forward. He continues like this until he gets to the kitchen, where the phone was. 

Kevin manages to make the call before collapsing. Luckily the first responders were fast for once. 

Two stressful weeks later, Kevin is back home and Asshole is in jail. It did take Kevin time to recover but he had Carlos there for support. 

------.-----

Kevin lived for fifteen more years, helping thousands of children to find good homes. He passes in his sleep, a peaceful way to go. He didn't fear death though, because knew Carlos was waiting for him. 

The first day after Kevin died was overwhelming. They shared the rush of euphoria. 

Carlos puts his hand on Kevin's cheek. "I've waited so long to be able to touch you."

Kevin leans into the touch. "I love you. Thank you for waiting for me."

"I would have waited forever if I had to. I love you."

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So I'm not sure if this is what you wanted but its what struck me