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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

i’m so sorry this is so boring!!! i haven’t been able to open this doc in a week and half :/ someone yell at me to get motivation

TK knows he looks like his mother. He has been told he is a perfect mix of both of his parents, but hearing Carlos tell him that, well, it feels different.

A good different, he thinks.

“Thank you,” he says genuinely, looking up at the man. After waking up together, TK had kissed his cheek and thanked him, and Carlos had asked him what for.

TK shrugged, and said a soft, ‘everything.’

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TK STRAND IN EVERY SCENE 1.10: austin, we have a problem

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between the peach trees

E // alternate universe // 28k // updates Fridays

TK doesn’t know much about farming peach trees, but on a small plot of land in rural Georgia, he learns he likes the taste of them on the farmer’s lips. 

chapter one

thanks to @lightningboltreader for beta reading and @paperstorm and @reyesstrand for being the best cheerleaders <3

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wip wednesday, and just in the nick of time! in the spirit of everybody posting their steamy snippets today (and also because i’m writing the climax of getting away and everything here on out is a major spoiler) have some of glass houses!

tagged by @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @carlossreaders @strandnreyes

“Is that seriously what you’re wearing?” TK says. He turns back towards the sink and pretends to wash his hands a second time. “You look like you’re hulking out.” “This was my wedding suit,” Carlos says. “We’ll get you a new one before the trial starts, then.” The water times out, but TK, feeling caught, doesn’t move. If he looks at Carlos, then he might actually look at Carlos— his massive, solid build, his freshly shaven face still smelling of smokey aftershave. It can lead nowhere good. He adds, “And you need a tie.” Carlos holds one up bashfully, scrunched up in his fist. “About that,” he says. TK balks. “Are you serious? You don’t even know how to tie a tie?” “It never really came up,” Carlos says. TK, inexplicably, thinks of his and Iris’s prom photo, and that hideous purple tie. Before he can mention it, Carlos continues, “Iris always helped me.” TK keeps forgetting he’s the other woman in this dynamic, if you could even call it that. He huffs, drying his hands on paper towel. “Fine,” he says. He steps into Carlos’s space and takes the wrinkled tie from his grip. The scent of his cologne is heady from this close up. “You smell like a campground,” he mutters. He’s been turning last night over in his memory, trying to hold it firmly at its best angle, to strangle it into something he can justify. Nothing sticks. No matter how TK twists it, the moment grows back to its original shape— Carlos’s hot mouth on his; his hands everywhere, practically inside. The mass of it is like solid rock in TK’s mind. Headlines flash: KILLER KISS REYES SLIPS STRAND A LETHAL INJECTION TOP TEN PRISON WEDDINGS THAT TOTALLY MADE US SWOON He fastens Carlos’s buttons and loops the tie around his thick neck. All the while he can feel Carlos’s eyes on him, his warm breath on his cheeks making the blood rush to TK’s head. He blurts out, “Don’t kiss me.” The corners of Carlos’s mouth turn upward. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, his tone challenging. Fuck. “Shut up,” TK tells him. “You’re totally thinking about it.” “I am thinking about it,” Carlos admits. “But I won’t. You smell like puke.” TK pulls the tie too tight.

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WIP Wednesday

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This is for a Sicktember prompt - "(alternative prompt- gentle back/belly rub"

TK was fighting to stay up, but he didn’t want to miss this.

He leaned his head on his husband’s shoulder as Carlos linked his arm through his.

They both stood in the doorway of the nursery in revered silence, taking in the scene before them.

“She’s finally asleep,” TK whispered.

“Mmmm hmm,” Carlos nodded, not taking his eyes off their eight-year-old, who had his new baby sister asleep on his chest.

Jonah had his back to them and hadn’t yet noticed them.

“He did it,” Carlos said in a whisper.

“He’s a good big brother,” TK whispered with a grin.

“Cause he takes after you,” Carlos murmured, turning his head to plant a soft kiss on his husband’s forehead.

TK blushed, even though he secretly hoped that no matter how long they’ve been married, his husband would always make him blush like that.

“You too,” TK said, pecking his husband on the chin. He said it a little bit louder than he meant to, because Jonah turned around, alerted to their presence.

Their cover blown, TK and Carlos stepped into the room. Even in the dark, Carlos and TK could make out the nervous expression on their eldest’s face.

Jonah knew he was supposed to be in bed… and that he’d been told he wasn’t to pick the baby up without a grownup present.

But TK and Carlos were both too proud to care  about that now.

“You did such a good job, bud,” TK said softly, giving Jonah a side hug.

“You’re a great big brother, mijo,” Carlos added, squeezing Jonah’s other side.

“Really?” Jonah’s face shown hopefully behind his glasses. “I think she likes me.”

“I think she loves you,” Carlos told him. “She feels safe with her big brother.”

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Happy Wednesday, everyone! Here's a teaser of the extremely saucy Bodyguard AU I've written for @tarlos-smut-week that I simply can't shut up about <3 (It's also a pretty graphic depiction of a Dom/sub relationship, if that's not for you, totally get it :) )

“Castaneda,” Carlos barks out once they’re both inside the rear compartment of the stretch limousine, Carlos sitting in the very back while TK sits closer to the front. Castaneda doesn’t reply, and just raises the partition in response. Carlos ensures both his mic and radio are off before looking at TK. 

“Get where you belong,” He growls out as he hears the car start up. TK falls to the floor and crawls, hands and knees dragging against the matted carpet. He stops once he’s at the feet of the other man, feeling the car jerk as it starts to move. 

“How I want you,” Carlos taunts, though it’s clear his annoyance is at war with his arousal. TK raises himself until he's in a kneeling position, bringing his hands behind him and resting them on the small of his back. Carlos watches him through hooded eyelids before his eyes land on his neck. 

As he starts to undo his tie, he orders, “Turn around.” 

TK does so, something sparking in his chest when Carlos wraps his tie around his wrists, effectively binding them together. He smiles to himself, knowing he’s accomplished half of what he wanted to do tonight. 

He successfully poked the bear. 

“Look at me,” Carlos commands, his voice layered with desire. Once TK does, he prods at the hickey on TK’s neck before sitting back and saying, “You let him touch what’s mine.” 

Now, time to hear it roar. 

“How else were we supposed to have sex,” TK bites out.

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wip wednesday

ty! @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @strandnreyes @ssealie @theghostofashton @carlossreaders @everlastingday

Look what I just made!

Plus,check the drawings I posted this week!

office AU commis/Dr Odyssey AU/seal

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Thank you for the tags @heartstringsduet @ladyknight1512 @strandnreyes @everlastingday @carlossreaders and @theghostofashton!!

SMUT WEEK PREVIEW!!! This is from day 4 of my smut week collab with @strandnreyes

Carlos presses one more kiss to TK’s tailbone and then orders, “On your knees.”

Grinning, TK instantly pushes up to them and his hands. He pushes his ass back just to make a show of it, on all fours on the bed, and hears Carlos humming as his palms slide over TK’s skin. His fingers massage the meat of TK’s ass, kneading and squeezing, and TK drops his head.

“How many?” Carlos asks, one hand sliding up and then down the column of TK’s spine.

“You decide.”

“I think 10, to start. We’ll see if that’s enough.” With his thumbs pulling TK’s cheeks apart again for a moment, Carlos’ voice lowers as he croons, “You have been a really bad boy.”

TK presses his lips together. He wants this, loves trying new things with Carlos and it’s been a while since they’ve been adventurous, so he ignores the cheesy porn dialogue. “Mhm, I sure have.”

“TK,” Carlos complains.

“Sorry!” TK laughs and shakes his head, exhaling out the nervous energy and keeping his own tone more serious as he says, “Yeah, I have. I definitely deserve a spanking.”

Carlos lightly taps him on the ass with just his hand, and TK rocks back again. “Yes, you do.”

“Give it to me.”

Carlos’ hand leaves him for a moment, and TK’s breath hitches in anticipation as he hears the miniscule sound of Carlos scooping the paddle up off the bed. His heart races, silence overtaking the room for a moment as Carlos leaves him hanging only for long enough that TK’s biting his lip and about to beg for it, when the first hit comes.

He jumps. The leather paddle they chose is supple enough that it doesn’t really hurt, it’s still a tiny sting but TK’s startled by it more than anything. Carlos brings it down again in the same spot, and TK’s exhale is shaky.

“A bad, bad boy,” Carlos says again, in his best sultry voice.

“Mm, so bad,” TK agrees. He moans as Carlos whacks him a few more times, a little bit harder successively as he gets more confident. TK’s always liked just a little bit of pain with his pleasure, so he does like the sensation of it. It leaves his skin tingling and alive, like the feeling of plunging into a freezing swimming pool that takes your breath away at first and then leaves you feeling invigorated.

“Your ass is all pink,” Carlos comments, conversationally.

TK bites his lip. Something about it feels distinctly stilted, like they’re actors playing a scene somewhat unenthusiastically. He drops down onto his elbows, pushing his ass up into the air so he’s even more presented to his husband. He arches his back, trying to remember what people do in these situations from porn he’s seen in his life, but it was never really his thing so he suddenly can’t seem to remember.

“It hurts so good,” he moans, wanton and exaggerated, gasping as Carlos whacks him with the paddle a little bit harder sometimes and his skin feels warm and irritated. “Come on, give it to me, Daddy.”

There’s a pause behind him, a quiet and stillness for a second or two as if Carlos is momentarily short-circuiting, and then TK’s ass is hit with the paddle from the other side, three times in quick succession.

TK’s thighs shake from the exertion of holding himself up like this. “Oh yeah, fuck.”

“You’ve been… so… bad,” Carlos says, for a third time, as if he’s trying and failing to come up with anything else, and it’s the last straw.

TK doesn’t mean to, but he bursts into laughter.

“TK!” Carlos huffs, and TK can feel him shift away. 

“I’m sorry,” TK says, though it comes out shaky with the laughter that’s building his chest. They wanted to try something new, to keep their sex life alive and exciting, but TK isn’t sure if this is it. TK flops onto his belly and then flips over, finding a defeated Carlos sitting back on his heels, paddle awkwardly hanging at his side. “Baby, this is bad.”

Carlos frowns, and for a moment, TK thinks he’s going to take it to heart, but then his shoulders start to shake as he laughs too. “God,” he mumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face and pushing his curls out of the way. When he meets TK’s eyes, his practically bulge out of his head. “Daddy?”

TK laughs loudly, dropping a forearm over his eyes as he groans. “I know I know. I heard it as it came out.” 

Carlos chuckles and holds out his hand, pulling TK up into a sitting position. “I love experimentation, but please not that.”

“I’m never saying it again,” TK agrees. “I thought… y’know. Spanking. I’ve been a bad boy. You’re my—”

“Stop,” Carlos laughs, placing his palm over TK’s mouth.

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wip wednesday

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Marjan is already waiting when he gets to the coffee shop, sitting at a table near the window with her laptop out in front of her and a notepad next to it. Carlos spots a second drink on the table as he makes his way inside, and shakes his head with a sigh. He’d paid last time, ordered her usual and had it ready for her before she even got to the restaurant. He should’ve known she’d get him back. And today, of all days, there was no shot of beating her here to intercept it. “Hey.” He slides into the chair across from her. She looks up with a smile. “Hey!” “I really thought I left early enough,” he says, with a sheepish smile, as he pulls his cup closer. Marjan makes a face. “How long were you stuck for?” “Almost a half hour.” “Oh, that’s not too bad,” she says easily, and Carlos stares at her. Marjan catches the look on his face and chuckles. “You’ll get used to it. Eventually.” He’s about to respond, but she continues, “and hey, probably worth it, right, to know you got a chemistry read.” Carlos freezes. He feels the shock in his body, his heart starting to race as his brain tries to process the words. “I– what?” Marjan grins as she nods at him. “They liked you. They want you to come back and read with the other male lead.” “The other male lead is TK Strand,” Carlos says slowly. “I know.”

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Hello!! Good morning!! ☀️ Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @ladyknight1512 @everlastingday @ssealie @carlossreaders 💕

Getting back into Ex Fic for @wipbigbang! Sharing some Carlos & Paul bestie time for @neversleepuntilfive who requested more of them in fic 💛

After a few more moments of small talk with Pam asking after Carlos and Paul’s families she leaves with a to go order for Carlos to bring home for TK: Peanut stew, kilshi and plantains. Plus a side of made-to-order puff puff.

When he looks back over to Paul he’s fixing Carlos with a flat look.

“Everything’s fine.”

Paul grunts and he sighs.

“It’s so stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“TK’s ex is coming to town.”

“Oh shit, the guy that cheated on him? I’m usually against violence but I will kick that dude’s ass if you need me to. I mean, Marj will probably beat me to it, but you know. Offer stands.”

Carlos laughs, “No, not him thank god.”

“Is it the veterinarian? Or the guy that tricked him into joining an mlm? Oh! It’s the hipster, isn’t it? The dude with the bow ties, who dumped him because his coffee taste wasn’t artisanal enough?”

“No, it’s none of them,” he cringes at the thought. “Why does it feel like we’re dragging TK’s exes but we’re really dragging him?”

“We’re not. We all have our pasts. I once dated a girl who had an extensive collection of troll dolls. She’d travel to conventions to find them.”

“But did she like aioli?”

“She did not,” Paul says triumphantly, arching an eyebrow at Carlos over his glass as he takes a sip of rum punch.

“Fine, it’s the musician. He has a new album and his band’s touring the states. TK wants us to go. It’ll be the first time he’s seen him since before he moved here. I don’t know why it’s bothering me.”

“You’re jealous,” Paul says with a smirk.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Man, yeah you are,” he laughs.

“Ugh, why is this entertaining to you?”

“It should be freaking me out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much as flustered. Why are you letting this dude get to you? You think TK’s still into him? Because he seems pretty devoted to you.”

“No. It’s nothing like that. I just…”

“You’ve never met a boyfriend’s ex before.”

“Not really, I’ve never been with anyone as long as I’ve been with TK, never been serious about anyone like him.”

“Relax, man, you got this.”

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thank you @heartstringsduet and @ladyknight1512 for the tags! finally starting to write again so hopefully i can pull something out in time for smut week! 💜

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“Mhmm. You wouldn’t have even known I existed if we went to the same school.” TK feels Carlos press a kiss into his head, and it makes his heart skip a beat, as if they were lovesick teenagers.

“Baby, that is simply not possible,” TK says, slightly offended that Carlos would even suggest that.  

TK turns around again, this time straddling Carlos. He reaches out to grab the glasses off the coffee table, and gently places them on Carlos’s face. He softly holds Carlos’s face in his two hands, making a show of turning him from side to side, inspecting him as if he were assessing a piece of art. This elicits a soft laugh from Carlos that reverberates through the palms of his hands.

“Yep, still a ten,” TK declares, before leaning down to claim Carlos’s lips with his own.

Carlos reciprocates eagerly, hands firmly gripping his lower back and pulling him flush against him. TK deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into Carlos’s mouth and hips pressing down where he can feel Carlos’s cock coming to life through the worn-down fabric of his sweatpants. 

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Happy Wednesday peeps! A few more days to @tarlos-smut-week AH! Someone asked me to include a jockstrap in one of my smut week fics and who am I to no?

One moment TK’s back is pinned to the curve of the Camaro, the next the world twirls in color. The first thing he notices is heat. His hands catch the fall first, then the heated metal of the hood meets his face as a surprisingly gentle hand on his small back pushes him down. The car might be electric blue, but it feels sun cooked on his skin, more like the bright crimson of the shirt Carlos’ hand fists.

It doesn’t matter.

Let the Camaro boil him if it means getting the best fuck of his life. Yet. The best fuck of his life yet. TK knows it, knows these things before they happen, just like his heart knew Carlos would be the only one to occupy it before TK’s mind had a chance to accept it.

He melts into the boiling metal as Carlos pulls down his pants in a haste, then pauses when TK’s underwear is revealed.

“TK,” Carlos breathes, like a prayer. 

The jockstrap is new and pure white like innocence until Carlos curls a finger under the line that perfectly hugs the curve of his ass -- and lets it snap. TK groans, tenses until Carlos repeats the sting on the other cheek.

“Can’t believe you had your ass out like this during the game,” Carlos murmurs right against the mounds of skin the jockstrap frames like a painting. 

“Why?” TK pants. “This is appropriate underwear for sport.” Two sizes too small, bought on the same sex toy website they trust, but whatever.

“Sure.” Carlos’ drawl stops as he scrapes his teeth against the strap, then follows it with his tongue all the way down between TK’s thighs. It makes TK harder, speed up the idle hand, but he truly comes undone when he feels the deep puffs of air at the back of his balls and knows that Carlos lingers, desperate for the scent of him there.

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Happy Sunday! The first part is as good as done, but needs editing and extra eyes. But excited to share the Teenage Jonah fic in August <3 Thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses @carlossreaders @strandnreyes

“They just walked in, dad,” TK says into his phone, before looking up to scan them from head to toe like they returned from battle. His shoulders drop when he doesn’t find wounds. “Yep. All in one piece…Okay…I will. Of course he will. You know how teenagers are. Yes. Okay. Okay, dad. Love you too, bye.”

Carlos is first to approach him, hand on TK’s hip to calm him, lips pressing to his cheeks so he can receive the same level of comfort. “Hey.”

TK’s eyes still won’t rest, going back and forth between them even as he returns the ghost of a kiss. Meanwhile, Jonah sways in place, all attention on Pancake. Before he can take the no-fur bundle further than a few steps to the left, TK shakes his head free from confusion to say, “Wait, where are you going? What is even going on? Why aren’t you at Finn’s? Did you ask Carlos to come pick you up? Are you not feeling well?”

Jonah doesn’t meet TK’s eyes by giving the mewing cat another kiss to its wrinkles. “I was just gonna make sure Chipsy’s water bowl is filled up.”

TK looks to Carlos like he can make sense of how that answered any of his questions. There is no way that Carlos’ face can encompass any of it either.

“I will leave you two to talk,” Carlos decides to say. OPEN TAG &

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thanks @carlossreaders @carlos-in-glasses !!

“Speaking of boys…” she teases, and TK shakes his head, dropping his backpack to the floor and his body to the couch.

“No,” he dismisses, mostly because there’s nothing to tell. He’s certainly not going to tell her that the most romance he’s gotten lately is phone sex with a guy whose face he’s never seen.

“Fine,” Gwyn relents, and TK misses her fiercely all of a sudden. He misses sitting on their couch with a cup of tea and a box of goldfish, catching up on boys and work and life. “Then, speaking of your dad,” she says more quietly, and TK would do anything to go back to talking about boys.

“No,” he repeats, this time with more desperation.

“TK,” she pleads, and because TK is too busy clenching his jaw to interrupt, she continues, "The anniversary is coming up.”

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Happy Sunday, everyone! Here is a stupid little something from my smut week fic, which will be a late addition in early Sept now🩷

“Okay. Concept – listen to this!” TK grins, kneeling up on the mattress excitedly. “My eyes are up here, dude.”

“Sorry,” Carlos laughs, although doesn’t bother to look away from TK’s semi-erection, the way he wouldn’t want to look away from a beautiful sunset on date night or a glazed donut when he's hungry. He scoops his pointer finger under TK’s balls, just because. “Tell me your idea.”

“Naked skydiving and we have sex midair.”

Carlos bites his lip. “Right. So, somebody’s been watching Point Break again.”

“Come on, it would be so hot.”

“It would be.” Carlos nods. “Except neither of us knows how to skydive, so wouldn’t we have to be strapped to instructors? And what happens when the parachutes are deployed?”

“No…We’d obviously share a parachute so not even the air can part us,” TK says dejectedly, his boner wilting. “Work with me here, baby.”

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[carlossreaders]

WIP WEDNESDAY

“I’m sorry,” Carlos apologizes, and TK doesn’t even know what for. He shakes his head, “for what?”

Carlos sighs, sniffing with a stuffed nose. “I just.. I think I snapped at you, and I didn’t mean to. This is all just..”

“A lot. It’s a lot.” TK finishes for him, letting Carlos turn away, facing the window. He doesn’t know what this is, or what they are to one another, but he knows that all he wants to do at this moment is hold Carlos, and he can’t.

“I need you to help me. It’s a big ask, and I know you’re very busy, but [redacted] could be the thing that solves all of this.” Carlos whispers, and TK knows that this is the weight of the world for him.

thanks for the tags!! @heartstringsduet @everlastingday

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[carlossreaders]

Missing moments: then and now

911 Lone Star — unaired footage: Yee-Haw (1x02) | In Sickness and in Health (4x18)