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sanjuwrites · 1 year
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Seven Sentence Sunday
thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, and @meditating-honey-badger for the tags!
i'm hoping i'll have this done and out by the end of the week!
TK’s going to die.
He’s going to die a horrible horrible death and it’s all going to be his husband’s fault. Not when Carlos is giving him those eyes and wearing that stupid, stupid excuse of a tank at the gym. TK’s sitting on a bench near the free weights, openly ogling his husband as he does his bicep curls.
TK’s eyes follow him as Carlos goes over to the pullup bar and salmon ladder, stretching his arms in a - frankly - obscene manner. Throwing a wink his husband’s way, Carlos strips his tanktop off and drops it next to his water bottle and AirPods case, before grabbing the bar and pulling himself up, all while maintaining dead eye contact with TK. 
TK almost drops his weights on his foot in a rush to get over to Carlos, eliciting a chuckle from Carlos as he watches.
Sunday's practically over, so I'm not tagging anyone else lol
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sanjuwrites · 1 year
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so it turns out my gym fic and very little gym and a whole lot of feels and smut, and one fun little surprise for you guys!
anyway, to tide yall over until I can get it edited and up, here's another little sneak peek:
Carlos’s hips jolt and he pulls at his restraints when he feels a slick finger press against his rim, and TK’s forearm presses him down against the bed, pinching his hip in a warning. “Strike one, Carlos. I thought you’d be a good boy tonight, especially since you’re already being punished. Hit three strikes, and you’re not coming tonight. Understand?”
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sanjuwrites · 1 year
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at last, the long-awaited gym fic! my blood, sweat, and tears went into this one y'all, and i hope you enjoy it!
banner and beta'd by the lovely @chaotictarlos
Tags: Carlos briefly flirts with another person, TK is okay with this, sex toys, rope bondage, anal sex, orgasm denial, dom/sub play, safeword use, Top TK Strand, Bottom Carlos Reyes, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand
Notes: First and foremost, I would like to address the fact that this fic and some ideas in it will not be for everyone. I introduce an original male character that will eventually have sex with TK and Carlos, as a couple, in later fics. In this version of canon, that is something that they do. Again, I am aware that this type of fic is not for everyone, and if this is something you are not interested in, please consider closing out of this fic, and finding something else that fits your preferences.
If you do choose to continue reading, I ask that you, please keep any negative opinions and hate to yourself. I have made it very clear as to what is going to happen, and you - as the reader - are responsible for what you choose to read.
With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
"I bet, if I let you, you’d have sunk to your knees on the dirty locker room floor and let him fuck your throat,” TK punctuates the rest of his words with a kiss, “like the dirty fucking slut you are.”
Carlos whines, and TK smiles against his neck. “On your knees. Now.”
Carlos hits the floor so fast that TK inwardly winces, knowing it’ll bruise in the morning. TK threads his hand through his sweaty hair, petting lightly. He drops his bravado for a second, sliding his fingers through until they’re at the hairs at the nape of Carlos’s neck. “Color?”
“Green, so fucking green.” 
TK’s hand tightens, pulling Carlos’s head back. “What the fuck are you waiting for? An invitation? Get started.”
Carlos starts to tug TK’s shorts and briefs down. 
Continue reading on AO3!
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sanjuwrites · 1 year
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one(-ish) sentence friday
thanks to @chaotictarlos @alrightbuckaroo and @bonheur-cafe for the tags!
this is from my still untitled gym fic
Carlos hits the floor so fast that TK inwardly winces, knowing that it’ll bruise in the morning. TK threads his hand through his sweaty hair, petting lightly. He drops his bravado for a second, sliding his fingers through until they’re at the hairs at the nape of Carlos’s neck. “Color?”
Fridays basically over, so if anyone wants to do it and hasn’t been tagged, i’m tagging you!
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