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Happy Sunday, everyone! Here's something a little saucy, a little spicy, from that little something I'm working on. Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @strandnreyes and @orchidscript for the tags!

Carlos’ tongue curves around the shell of TK’s ear, his breath creating a bolt of desire that ricochets down TK’s spine. He nips at the soft skin before licking a stripe down the side of TK’s neck, goosebumps remaining in the wake of his tongue.

He has one had wrapped around TK’s hip, fingertips feeling like the best kind of fire. His other grazes against TK’s nipple, slightly pulling on the bud before letting it go. He smiles when he hears a choked off gasp. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

TK’s hips buck as Carlos’ hand travels lower. All the air in the room escapes him, making his chest go tight. He tastes the words in his mouth, notes of want and waiting flavoring his tongue. “Wreck me.”

Carlos’ grin is untamed.

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HAPPY SUNDAY AKA DAY BEFORE LONE STAR DAY!! thanks @heartstringsduet :)

“We need a plan.”

“We’re having a party on Saturday. There. That’s the plan,” he says like it’s obvious.

“What time? Are we asking people to bring things? Are we serving food?”

TK huffs a laugh. “Dude, it’s a party. Not a meet-the-parents dinner with your girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” Carlos mumbles, refusing to meet TK’s eyes as he aimlessly flips through papers.

TK suspected—he caught Carlos’ stare lingering on him a bit too long one too many times—but he didn’t know for sure. Now, he fights to keep his face neutral for more than one reason. He didn’t know he could feel happy while plummeting twenty feet.

“Oh,” he says, trying to be casual and not act like he’s dying to know all about Carlos’ boyfriend. How had TK not known? Not that Carlos is all that open with his private life at work, but still. Who is he? Is it serious? Should TK expect someone to show up here and punch him in the face for getting a little too handsy during their fake relationship? “You have a boyfriend? Is he… cool with all of—”

Carlos finally looks at him, his brows pinched. “No, no. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m just…it would be a boyfriend’s parents.”

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Happy Wednesday, everyone! Here's something not at all safe for work for something I'm working on in which Carlos gives TK a helping hand :) (If you don't want to be tagged in snippets like this, just let me know!)

“Does that feel good?” Carlos asks softly, looking up at TK but never once slowing his strokes.

“Yes,” TK’s breath hitches and his hips buck. Carlos grins, lecherously, and TK feels his heart grows three times in size. Even under pleasurable agony, his heart is hellbent on finding new ways to fall in love.

“Good,” Carlos replies, and his voice sounds deceptively dulcet. He looks down and TK’s heart falters at the lost connection.

Carlos sees a pearl of white starting to bead at the tip of TK’s dick, so he presses his thumb against it. He paints the head, grinning when he hears a violent gasp fall from TK’s lips.

TK, overwhelmed by the sensation, goes to step back, but Carlos wraps a hand around his clothed thigh, holding him still.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, increasing the speed of his strokes. Underneath his fingertips, Carlos can feel TK’s body go tense as he tries to stay motionless. Carlos’ touch is a live wire and he’s ensnared TK in his electric grip.

Before TK can apologize for his misstep, “Fuck,” spills out instead. His muscles constrict underneath Carlos’ caress, stuck between wanting to chase his orgasm and wanting to do what Carlos says.

Carlos makes the choice for him.

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In lieu of Season Five just around the corner, I thought it would be fun to do a Work is Published Wednesday for my TK Strand’s 30th Birthday fic TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2) 🎂

Lucy’s setting a comically large glass filled with an orange liquid in front of Mateo when TK comes into the kitchen. She elbows Mateo in the side hard, and he plasters a big cheesy smile on his face.

TK, oblivious to the weird vibe on the other side of the room, leans against the counter next to Carlos, pulling his attention away from the spectacle. He happily accepts the remaining half of Carlos’s taco when he hands it to him. TK takes a bite and closes his eyes as he chews. “Oh, I always forget how good that is.”

After a moment, he puts his hand on Carlos's forearm. “How are you doing?” he asks.

“How am I doing? It’s your birthday. I’m doing fine.”

“Sweetheart,” TK says, voice somehow both soft and stern. “This is the first big family blowout since your dad. It would be understandable if you were feeling sensitive. I just wanted to check in with you.”

He thinks about that for a moment. He wants to give TK’s considerate concern the time it deserves. It’s true — this is the first big family party since they lost his father. He’d still been too broken-hearted to do any kind of big celebration for his own birthday. He knew TK and his mom had wanted to do something, but they’d respected his request for a low key day. They’d resumed Sunday lunches about a month after Gabriel’s passing, but those were more subdued affairs. They had a quiet Thanksgiving last month, the first major holiday without him. Christmas is sure to be harder.

He looks inward and finds the sadness is there, of course, but it’s much quieter than it was even a couple months ago. He finds himself feeling an overwhelming sense of joy tonight. His entire family has come together to celebrate his new husband. That’s something he never thought he would have.

“Dad would have loved this,” he says. “He loved you. I think I’ll always feel a little melancholy at family gatherings. But tonight I’m just happy celebrating you. My sweet husband.”

A beautiful smile crosses TK’s face and his eyes go soft. Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mateo exclaiming across the kitchen.

“Oh! Cupcakes! Maybe a cupcake will make me happy.”

He takes a huge bite before anyone can warn him, and immediately makes a sour face and spits it out.

“Oh my god, poison!”

“Oh, dear,” Tía Lucy says as she refills his sangria. “Wash it out.”

“It burns a little!”

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Carlos’ brows furrow even deeper, creating the little crease on his forehead that appears when he’s stuck on a case. “I think I’m missing something. There’s only one other bedroom.”

Sarina seems like she’s becoming skeptical of assigning them to this operation if she has to spell out the sleeping arrangement like this. “Yes, you two will share the primary bedroom because you two are a married couple and that’s what married couples do. Do you want to blow your whole cover the first time you have guests over and they see your stuff split between two rooms?”

“Plenty of couples sleep in separate bedrooms,” Carlos argues and god, is TK that repulsive that Carlos can’t share a bed with him? Granted, it’s not like it’s just one night. It’s weeks, maybe months of them sleeping in close quarters. Feeling Carlos’ warmth on the other side of the mattress every night. Sharing blankets. Laying next to him in nothing but his boxers and a flimsy shirt. Accidentally spooning him in the middle of the night, waking up hard— shit.

Carlos might be right to be so scandalized by this arrangement.

“And you are not one of them.”

“I—”

“Detective Reyes, you will have to wear your retainer in front of TK or whatever it is you are embarrassed about whether you like it or not. Or I will reassign your case to someone else and you can take the Saint Johns narcotic op.”

TK tries not to snort a laugh as he wonders whether Carlos actually does have a retainer. He’d probably find a way to make it look good, a fact of life TK finds incredibly infuriating.

Carlos snaps his mouth shut and nods resolutely. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Where’s May with the art of the dresser falling on Carlos?

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Good morning, fam! Doing another work is published day since I didn’t get to tease this one much. From All The Stars Are Closer, which is live on ao3 now!!! ✨

The group makes quite the spectacle as they enter the pool deck, TK must admit. He sees several heads turn in their direction and he’s not sure if all of the attention is positive. Everyone’s wearing brightly-colored swimwear, a decision they made in the group text thread as an homage to the Clue murder mystery party they attended a while ago where they each dressed up as a character from the board game.

Carlos as Professor Plum is donning bright purple trunks that hug his ass and thighs in all the right places. TK has opted for a pair of shimmery red trunks and a matching red button up accented with pink flamingos.

Marjan looks chic as always in her white rashguard suit that she’s paired with a white and gold floor length sarong and a matching headscarf that glitters when the specks of gold catch the sunlight.

Nancy’s rocking a periwinkle two piece with a royal blue visor and a teal fanny pack while Paul and Mateo wear yellow and lime green trunks respectively. And Iris, who hadn’t been present for the Clue party, was assigned the character of Miss Melba Peach and is wearing a soft orange one piece with her hair pulled high in a bright orange scrunchie.

“Oh my god,” Carlos groans when he sees all the eyes on them. “I can’t believe I let you all talk me into this. Again.”

“What are you talking about, Carlos?” Nancy grins, turning around to walk backwards so she can shoot him an over-the-top wink. “You look hot. We all do.”

“We look like a walking pride parade,” he shoots back, waving a hand as if to point out all the colors of the rainbow.

“Well it is a gay bachelor party, bro,” Mateo proclaims rather proudly.

“Let me know if you want me to break out my mustache,” Paul jokes and everyone bursts into peals of laughter, remembering how ridiculous he looked with his massive glued-on handlebar mustache and monocle as Colonel Mustard.

“Okay,” Carlos says, slinging one arm around TK and the other around Marjan. “Let’s just try not to draw too much attention.”

TK laughs and grabs the hand Carlos has draped across him, linking their fingers. “Not draw attention? With you?” He pauses to bite at Carlos’s ear. “Impossible.”

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thanks @ironheartwriter @heartstringsduet @emsprovisions ! this is from the undercover fake marriage fic

“Be glad we didn’t send you on a drug bust. You should see those apartments,” Sarina—his boss or, for the purpose of this assignment, the property manager that’s filling in for the absentee superintendent by showing them their new home—jokes.

TK chuckles. Suddenly, being undercover indefinitely doesn’t seem too bad. It’s not like he has anything or anyone in his real life who’ll be missing him too badly. “I could get used to married life.”

“You better,” Washington warns.

“Where did you say we keep all APD communication devices?” Carlos chimes in from the opposite side of the room where he’s been slowly walking around and acclimating to the space.

TK resists the urge to roll his eyes. Detective Reyes, always with the practicalities. Would it kill him to have a little fun once in a while?

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Happy Wednesday, everyone! Here's something from the newest chapter of something to give each other, which is now up on ao3. I tried to find something somewhat safe for work, but I don't think this was the chapter for it so yeah here's some spice, smut and the like:

Carlos' fingers tighten their grip, feeling the way TK’s body is hot and taut. Flesh stretched over bone, pulled tight and firm with longing; waiting and wanting to be made pliable.

TK releases a sharp gasp that’s born out of a mix of both pain and pleasure. Carlos’ grip weakens just slightly, though barely noticeable. TK looks down and Carlos’ eyebrows are creasing in the middle. Quietly, Carlos asks, “You okay?”

TK brings his movements to a lull, stretched around Carlos but not fully seated. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Though it's an answer, there’s an air of uncertainty laced between the words. Almost as if he’s confused as to why Carlos cares in the first place.

TK can feel Carlos’ concern covering him like a shadow. He places both hands on Carlos’ muscular thighs, digging his fingers into the tanned skin and causing a bolt of painful pleasure to strike through the other man. Carlos’ hips buck and TK welcomes the thrust, contracting his muscles and fusing the heat shared between them.

“Carlos,” TK says his name like it’s a reprimand. Carlos continues to fuck into him as he continues. “We’re fucking, not having dinner, stop worrying about, fuck —” TK’s cut off when Carlos drives into him again, this time angling his hips so he brushes against his prostate. “Pleasantries.”

Carlos goes quiet but his hips keep moving. He’s stopping himself from saying that he wishes they were having dinner. From telling TK that there’s currently a red snapper sitting in the fridge, waiting to be devoured over accidental, awkward dinner conversation.

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thanks @paperstorm @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom @emsprovisions ! last snippet of this before I post this sometime in the next week!

“You’re my favorite person.”

In a crowd of people, it’s always Carlos he wants by his side. Carlos he wants to sit next to at a game night with their friends. Carlos he wants to tell everything to first. Carlos he wants when he’s feeling his lowest. Carlos is the center of his universe, and being around him always makes everything feel better. He makes TK laugh and he listens to TK and he knows what TK needs even before TK does sometimes. He’s sexy and adorable and imperfect and TK gets him all to himself.

When they part from their kiss, Carlos doesn’t let him get far, he pulls TK down so their foreheads rest together and it takes him so long to say something that TK doesn’t think he’s going to say anything at all. Until he does. “Sometimes I can’t believe I got you.”

“What do you mean?” TK murmurs.

“I remember when I first saw you. I thought you were perfect. I just wanted to know you, to be able to kiss you and hold you and have you in my life. I can’t believe my dreams came true.”

TK’s whole chest feels warm, erupting with love and safety. The love of his life loves him just as much. TK feels on top of the world. “You got me,” he promises.

They’ve made it. After everything they’ve been through, all the things that could’ve torn them apart, they’re still here. They’re still together. It feels a little like fate. It feels a little bit like a label that TK is scared of using again. He’s known it though, for so long. Soulmates.

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Hello! Doing a Work Is Published Wednesday today for the fic I posted on Monday for Cig’s birthday All The Stars Are Closer ✨

Carlos is two shots and a watermelon margarita deep into the tequila when he pulls TK into an empty cabana and clumsily slides the curtain closed.

TK laughs into the kiss he’s pulled into, it’s a lot more teeth and a lot less finesse than their usual makeouts. He squeaks when he feels Carlos’s hands make their way to his ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze.

“Okay, slow down, cowboy,” TK gasps when they pull apart for a breath, putting both hands on Carlos’s chest and pushing him back a bit to create some space between them.

“You’re so pretty,” Carlos whines, leaning in to initiate another kiss. TK concedes another minute of making out, enjoying the way their lips slide together and how uninhibited his fiancé is in his inebriation. “Wanna kiss you all the time. Wanna do everything to you, for you.”

“Oookay,” TK laughs again, looping his arms around Carlos’s neck. “I don’t know why you hid the Silver Surfer from me all this time. I like him.”

“He loves you,” Carlos slurs, picking TK up without warning and hoisting him up onto the table behind him, latching his mouth to his neck.

“Baby, baby,” TK laughs brightly, feeling at once free and relaxed and more in love, more loved, than he ever has in his life. He braces one hand on Carlos’s shoulder and the other on the back of his head, sliding his fingers through soft wet curls. “Carlos. We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?” Carlos pouts.

“Well, baby, for one thing our friends are right outside,” he tilts his head towards the curtain that separates them from the rest of the pool. “We cannot get arrested for public sex. Not a good look for a cop. Even if he is the Silver Surfer.”

“We can be quiet,” Carlos wheedles.

“No we can not,” TK replies. “Plus it’s almost lunchtime and I’m getting hungry for something more than veggies and hummus.”

“You’re hungry?” Carlos asks, brow creasing in concern. He moves his hands from TK’s hips up to his sides, rubbing his thumbs over TK’s stomach. “We can’t have that. What do you want, cariño? I’ll get you anything you want.”

��I don’t know,” TK says, tugging on Carlos’s ear before climbing down from the table. “Let’s grab our shirts and see if anybody wants to check out one of the restaurants.”

He ducks through the curtain and finds Iris and Nancy sitting in their cabana, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“You and Carlos getting frisky over there?” Nancy asks from behind her cocktail glass.

“No,” TK huffs, grabbing his shirt and throwing it over his head.

“That’s not what your neck is saying,” Iris replies. TK slaps a hand over the spot Carlos had been sucking at on his neck.

“Dammit.”

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Hello friends, taking a break from Kali fic today for a little preview of something coming 🔜

“Hey,” TK says softly once they’re alone in the pool. He kicks his feet up and wraps his legs around Carlos’s waist. Carlos immediately tightens his arms around TK and begins spinning them in a small circle.

“Hi,” Carlos says with an easy grin, nosing at TK’s jaw. TK laughs softly, feels so light floating here in his fiancé’s arms, so loved. He brings a hand up to push back the wet curls that have fallen across Carlos’s forehead.

“You look sexy like this,” TK says, voice low so only Carlos can hear. “And you seem happy. Relaxed.”

“I am happy. I’m really happy.”

“I like you happy,” TK whispers, leans in to rub his nose against Carlos’s. “I always wanna make you happy.” He pokes a finger into the dimple at the side of Carlos’s mouth. “Love to see this smile on your face.”

“You always make me happy, baby,” Carlos says, frowning at the questioning noise TK makes in response. “It’s true. Nobody’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

“Happy?” TK quietly questions.

“Not just happy.” Carlos pauses to kiss TK’s nose. “Baby, you make me feel …everything. Safe, like I can tell you anything. And strong and bold. And so incredibly loved. I feel so full of love when I’m with you, TK.”

The words shoot straight into TK’s heart, making him feel like the Grinch when his heart grows ten times bigger. It’s not exactly new information, but to hear Carlos say it sends his heart beating into overdrive. It’s everything he’s wanted for so long, to be with someone who values him, who cherishes him and finds him a source of comfort and safety. To know he makes Carlos feel this way, it’s almost too much, he feels like a helium balloon with nothing to tether him to earth but Carlos’s strong arms around him, ready to burst with all the love he has for this man. He surges forward to plant a desperate open-mouthed kiss on Carlos’s lips.

Carlos pulls his body impossibly closer and for one blissful moment they’re in their own world, just enjoying the feel of each other's lips and Carlos’s hands on TK’s waist and TK’s fingers running through Carlos’s hair.

There are tears on TK’s lashes when they pull apart. He blinks a few times, trying to tame his emotions.

“You make me feel all those things too, Carlos.” He sniffs. “I’m incredibly lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Carlos says, rubbing their noses together again before dropping a soft kiss to TK’s forehead.

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thanks @heartstringsduet !! last snippet of this fic now that I’m done writing !!

“The hot springs hickory would probably look best with the paint down there, but the natural acadia is so pretty.”

Carlos blinks at him, waiting for him to continue, and when he doesn’t, Carlos sports a small smile. “You want to paint, don’t you?”

TK grins sheepishly at him. “Maybe.”

“This is turning out to be a bigger project than it started out as.”

“We don’t have to repaint. The hot springs hickory is nice,” he says, and though Carlos believes he means it, he shakes his head.

“My baby wants natural acadia, he gets natural acadia,” he murmurs. He leans over the counter to kiss TK as he giggles happily.

He’s wrapped around his husband’s finger. So what?

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Happy Wednesday, my lovelies! Here's an obligatory not the safest for work warning for this little snippet that comes the next chapter of something to give each other <3

“I think there’s a save a horse, ride a cowboy joke in here somewhere,” TK jokes as Carlos spreads his legs further apart.

“Please don’t ruin the mood you just set,” Carlos’ voice is just on the other side of begging, albeit playful. He wraps his hands around TK’s hips; the whorls of Carlos’ fingertips feel etched on his skin.

“Well,” TK begins, raising his hips. He lines himself up with Carlos, keeping them both on edge. He looks down and says, “Then you better find a way to shut me up.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just gives TK the ghost of a smile and thrusts into him.

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They both keep their composure as they cross the lawn and even as they enter the house. There’s no need to. The property is blissfully empty—a fact TK is extremely grateful for—and there’s no reason they need to keep their hands off each other right now, but it’s like an unspoken agreement settles over them that any touch will wait until they’re behind the guest room door. It’s thrilling that way, and TK feels his anticipation growing as he climbs the wooden stairs that overlook the vaulted-ceiling living room. The upstairs hallway is dark and TK trusts Carlos’ judgment to navigate them to the guest bedroom.

The minute they’re through, Carlos is on him. His hands land on TK’s waist, practically hauling him backwards against the closed door. He tosses the hat from TK’s head and claims his mouth, ripping a moan from TK’s lips as his legs step apart to accommodate Carlos’ thigh pressing against his bulge. He lets Carlos kiss him for a minute—his tongue deep and searching and spreading warmth through TK’s body—and then TK recalls that he’s the one that’s supposed to be running this rodeo.

TK gets a hand between them, placing his palm flat on Carlos’ chest and pushing back slightly. “Easy, cowboy,” he purrs as he starts to walk Carlos backwards towards the bed.

Carlos’ eyes are filled with a dangerous desire that gets TK’s heart thudding in his chest.

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Hola familia, we are entering the Reyes Primos chapter 🥰 Thank you for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @ironheartwriter @corsage & @heartstringsduet 💕

Anita was the first person Carlos came out to, his sisters having been out of the house by the time he was ready to come to terms with his sexuality, to say it out loud. She’d had the decency to pretend to be surprised by his admission at the time, although even then he’d suspected she’d already guessed.

She teases him about it now, about the skinny boy who’d sat next to her on the porch swing out at the Reyes family ranch and nervously told her, voice quivering, that he thought he might like boys. She’d grabbed his shaking hand and said, “Cool.” Then asked if there were any hot guys at his school.

Anita had been away at college in Los Angeles when Carlos married Iris. She was furious when she found out what he’d done. After she heard from Chuey, who heard from Andrea after the fact, Anita called Carlos and asked him if he’d fallen and hit his head. “You’re gay, Carlitos. Did you forget?” But Carlos was stubborn and the wedding had already happened, so she reluctantly supported him from 1300 miles away.

So it’s fitting that Anita, who’s been with Carlos through it all, seen him struggle so much to be open about his sexuality with his parents, who’d loved him enough to call him an idiot for marrying a woman he didn’t love, couldn’t love. It’s fitting that she took one look at TK and instantly fell in love.

“He’s perfect for you, Carlitos,” she’d said with big brown shiny eyes as they sat side by side on that rusty old porch swing after that first Sunday lunch and watched TK dutifully follow Gabriel around the edge of the yard, pointing out the pecan trees Carlos had helped him plant when he was a boy. They were trailed by the flock of three Australian shepherds that belong to his Tío Luis, all of whom had been instantly enamored with TK.

“He must really love you if he’s willing to sit through Tío Gabriel’s garden tour,” Anita joked.

“He likes nature,” Carlos shrugged.

“Mmhmm,” she said, hiding a smirk behind the neck of her beer bottle.

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Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @paperstorm 💕 This chapter, inspired by May’s ( @whatsintheboxmh ) lovely art, is fully drafted!!

Distance blurs the shapes and colors of memory, time softens once-sharp edges.

Thinking about that boy now, the stab of pain that sliced through his chest and left him flayed open and bleeding out on this pier all those years ago comes back. It’s dulled from time and distance, scabbed over and healed by love. By the love he’s learned, reluctantly at times, to give himself but also the love of his family. By the restored and renourised relationship with his dad, the love of his mother which flows through his veins every day. By the support he’s received from his friends who’ve become family. And the man standing here with him today, who’s held his heart so tenderly since the day they met.

“I’ve never been anyone’s soulmate before.” He leaves the part about how badly he’d wanted to be unsaid. Carlos squeezes him a bit tighter, understanding nonetheless. “What do you think would have happened if I never came to Austin?”

“I would have found you.” Carlos says it with such conviction, it makes TK’s heart squeeze fondly.

“How?”

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