#it is so hard for me to even Think of any tk hcs for him other than uhhh.

[giggly-argent]

What kinda mf is up at 3 am thirsting over Freaky💦 Guys 🙄 pics/gifs under cut bc they gave babygirl a Bigass Hole in his chest/back but hes still cute tho ♡

like does that back part not hurt...

Anyway . Oddly specific goose kinks volume 92: fucked up dead eyed god complex religious fanatics 😌 smth about the way they draw his slutty ass waist makes me wanna li ke. Fucking Claw a

[ticklyblues]

YOUR FIRST FIC WAS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA!!!!!

if you wouldn't mind another request, I would love to see ler!gwen and lee!pavitr!!! their dynamic is a missed opportunity in general, but also, there's barely any gwen tk content unless it's a buncha people ganging up on one personnnnn!!!!!

ANYWAYS, I think gwen going after pavitr because he's overworking himself w/school and spider stuff to force him to take a break would be neat. or just any concept where she's trying to get him to do/say something!!!

uhHhh, if you want specific spots, I hc pav to have chin and lower back melt spots and his underarms as a death spot!!! but with your lovely writing, you could probably use anything, and I'd agree wholeheartedly

sorry for the essay!!!! blows kisses /p

Thank you so much, thats so nice of you to say all that! Also I 100% agree I do not see enough gwen content in general and she definitely deserves some!

Blows kisses back !! /p

Taking Breaks

856 words

Lee!Pavitr

Ler!Gwen

CW: minimal swearing

It was a pretty slow day at the spider society. As usual, there was some new Peter, some old Prowler, and some everyday disasters. Nothing they'd need their "small elite strike force" for, though. Starving, Gwen made her way over to the cafeteria to find some spider-themed delicacy to wolf down.

"Spider-donuts, spider-cupcakes, spider-popsicles... hm. I feel like that one might be a little offensive." Mumbling to herself, she grabbed a few spider-sandwhiches and started inhaling her first one.

BUZZZZZZZ!!!

There goes the 11:30AM alarm. Miguel likes to keep things orderly, so he has bells every 30 minutes to keep track of time in a "neat" way, as he describes it. Gwen's hair messed itself up as she snapped her head to look at the clock. "Shit!" she whisper-yelled, she was supposed to meet up for Pavitr's lunch break 15 minutes ago!

In a split second, she was travelling to his dimension, sandwhiches in hand. "He doesn't even LIKE tomatoes..." Grumbling as she tossed the sandwhich abominations into the void, she prayed that he wouldn't mind her tardiness. Despite his occasional sarcasm, he was still a pretty forgiving guy.

Out of breath, she finally reached his school roof, their unofficial "meeting place". There was a surprising quietness in the air, meaning there was no way Pav could even be in Mumbattan, let alone school. The dude has pretty chaotic energy, okay?

Gwen doesn't have to look around to know this. While she thought it was odd that he'd be even more late than her, she found it in herself to wait. After what felt like an eternity, he finally bursted through a portal, still wearing his spidersuit.

"Woah, Gwen! I am SO sorry you had to wait for me, I had some spider stuff to take care of and on top of that I have, like, 4 papers due and-"

"No, no, no! I totally understand, dude. Besides, I just got here too." She didn't mind lying just this once, it was for Pav's sake after all. "You sound exhausted though... you alright?"

"Yep! Totally alright over here! Don't worry, Gwenny. I know how to manage my duties!" His totally-not-stressed tone might've fooled her, if he didn't have that weird grin on his face. Gwen knew, whenever Pavitr Prabhakar pulled out that fake smile that didn't even show all his teeth, something was up.

"Pav, are you sure? You know you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? You really don't have to overwork yourself with all this, especially since you're still in school. I don't have anything on my plate, let me handle the spider stuff for you, it's the least I could do"

"Bro, I swear! I don't need to take a break from anything. I love what I do, it's almost too easy! Besides, even if I was overworking myself, there isn't much you can do to- EEK!"

Alright, she had been provoked. Gwen started clawing at his belly, pinning him to the hard, concrete roof with her free hand. Pavitr's loud, airy laugh filled the city's sky.

"Gwhhehehehen!!" Out came his smile. The dorky smile that showed all his teeth and truthfully, looked kind of stupid. But that smile was his, and he wore it proudly.

"Pavvvv!" Gwen whined, mockingly. "But seriously, dude. You gotta relax for once. The first step is realizing that's what you need!" Sensing this wasn't going anywhere as is, she quickly flipped him over and started tracing his lower back.

Pavitr almost turned into jelly at this. Even though he quieted down a little, his attempt at a backwards fetal position spoke volumes.

"Plehahaeeseeee?" Barely being able to form words at this point, he tried his best to look up at the Spiderwoman and make a sort of frowny face. Gwen snorted at this. "Puppy eyes aren't gonna work on me, pal! All you have to do is let me take over for you for a little bit."

Wanting a little more of a reaction, she gently flipped him back over and tried scratching at his underarms. Nothing could have prepared her for the borderline HELLISH shriek that came out of that boy's mouth.

"HEHEHEHELPPPP!!!! GWHEHEHEEENNNN I'LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHING!!" This was a lie, and Gwen knew it, obviously. If he really meant it, he would've told her to stop by now. Staying at his armpits, the Ghost-Spider switched techniques to vibrating softly. If before's screams were considered hellish, she wouldn't even know what to call these ones.

"EEEEEEEKKKKK!!!" Feeling bad for the guy, she moved her hands upwards to the little spot under his chin. Going back to melt-mode, Pav tried his best to get his words out. "Fihihihihineee!! I'll let you tahahahake overrrr!"

Pulling her hands back, Gwen helped him get up. She was glad he could finally relax, now that she'd be replacing him for the time being.

Pavitr's break ended with him and Gwen, drinking tea and spending time in eachothers presence. They didn't talk, and they didn't need to. Because they knew that no words needed to be exchanged for them to be as close as they were.

[thatcheesyler]

Spiderman ATSV tk hcs (because I'm very normal about them)

Miles Morales

He gives me lee-leaning switch vibes

Is usually the one dragged into tickle fights whenever he's on the sidelines

He doesn't really mind though, as long as he's having fun

Cannot STAND teases in the slightest

He can't help but melt into a blushing puddle the second somebody teases him

Produces nervous giggles at first, but his laughter gets higher pitched as his ler continues

Is the type of guy to be slightly insecure of his laugh

He'd do next to nothing about stopping your hands and instead focus on covering his mouth

An easy solution to this would be to get his armpits as soon as his hands start to gravitate towards his face

He'd absolutely 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘭 and clamp his arms down, trapping the ler's fingers and, well...you know what happens

Can be a bit of a thrasher when being wrecked, but he tries his best not to harm anyone unless his ler is a villain

Beware for his ler moments though, he can and 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 use his invisibility or electricity powers to sneak up on you and send ticklish shocks throughout your body

He's still working on his stealth, but he's managed to get Gwen, Pavitr, Miguel and Peter B. so far

He gives me ticklish neck vibes, I'd say his neck is the only spot that makes him snort of you tickle him for long enough

Did once get ganged up on by the other Arachkids

Was also later wrecked by Miguel as revenge, but he kinda figured it would happen sooner or later

He tries so hard to curl in on himself when he's tickled, whatever the position

Worst spot would probably be his ribs in my opinion, bro cannot handle anyone even 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 his ribs

Is overall a 7.5/10 on the ticklish scale

Gwen Stacy

Defo a ler for the most part

Please be careful when initiating a tickle fight within close distance of her bc she will go in for the kill

She's fine with saying the word or any connotations but only for a short period of time

Due to her incredible agility and grace under pressure, running is literally pointless bc she can and will catch you within the first ten seconds

I like to think she starts with slow traces along the lee's torso, just to get those pesky anticipation giggles outta them

Will absolutely compliment the lee's laughter/giggling/snorts, etc

She will DESTROY the lee with teases when or if she gets the chance, do not mess with this girl 😃

Often finds herself smiling subconsciously bc she just thinks the entire predicament is just so wholesome for some reason

Her lee moments are rare...but never forgotten

I mean, staying in Hobie's dimension doesn't always come for free, and the price does just so happen to be tickles

Being the teasy asshole he is, Hobie has and never will let her live that down, but it is Hobie we're talking abt here so she wouldn't really expect anything different

(She did get him back afterwards tho lol)

Overall probably a 6.6/10 on the ticklish scale

Pavitr Prabhakar

A shameless switch in my opinion

I mean, let's be honest, if he has the effortless confidence to tease Miles and Gwen abt their relationship, then he will have next to no problem expressing his need for tickles/to tickle someone

Due to his personality though, I do believe he'll lean more towards being a ler

He absolutely created a rule where anytime someone says 'chai tea' or 'naan bread', they will be wrecked to the verge of tears for disrespecting his culture (yes, this rule does apply to The Spot as well)

Bro has been blessed by the gods perhaps a little bit 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much, his laugh literally sounds like the most charming noise ever, even when he's being tickled silly. But anytime someone brings it up, he'll blush and dismiss his laughter as being "okay" and "just a normal laugh"

RASPBERRIES WORK WAY TOO WELL ON THIS BOY

He ended up screaming so loud that his neighbours called the police because they thought he was being murdered or something

So that was an awkward interaction, considering the neighbours called the police captain in, aka GAYATRI'S DAD

Any place near or on his ribs is an absolute 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 spot

Anyway, ler time

EXTREMELY skilled with his hands (that sounds so wrong help 😭)

Will literally do a full mental assessment of his lee, noting which spots are the least and most ticklish, how the pitch of their laughter varies, etc

Very good at teasing, but doesn't like to overdo it, and won't baby-talk anyone unless they're comfortable with it

Will laugh along with the lee, he can't help it, their laugh is just so contagious!

About an 8.2/10 on the ticklish scale

Hobie Brown (my love)

...Oh lord, where do I even 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 with this anarchist

Ler-leaning switch, in all honesty

He's a lovable asshole and he takes pride in it, if he finds out someone he's friends with is ticklish, they are 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 for

Playful bullying is part of his love language, so don't expect any less than a teasing smirk the whole time and mean but joking comments about the lee's reactions

"Aww, bit sensitive luv, aye?" "Why yu laughin' dear? Did I say somethin' funny?" "I don'know how yu thought yu'd get away wiv that."

Stuff like that basically, so yeah, be prepared to melt into a flustered puddle

Of course he still respects boundaries though, if you really want him to stop, he will back off without any hesitation

Okay, now, his lee side..oh gosh, he is quite the squirmer

Good luck trying to hold him down, he will thrash around like a fish that's fresh out of water

Can and will yell out almost every curse word in the book, he doesn't mean any of it though

If you do manage to keep him in place though, the amount of sheer panic and anticipation in his eyes will never get old

Will try to keep his cool, constantly attempting to distract you so that he can prolong his tickly fate

The ler almost always sees through his lies though, so there's really no point

He has the highest pitched giggles a person could ever hear, very out of character for him, but very adorable so we can excuse it 😌

Has a SERIOUSLY sensitive neck, probably explains why he wears a choker

Will screech like a vulture if the ler goes anywhere near his neck and may accidentally try to punch them, so watch out for that 😅

The front and backs of his knees will also have him cackling like a maniac

Overall an 8.7/10 on the ticklish scale

Done! :D

[ghostlee]

NSMDMAMDJ JOEL BEING ALL GIGGLY AND WHIMY ABOUT IT /POS I LOVE THAT MAN WITH MANIA

Omgomg wait but I hc Joel to be a bug he just FITSS as a bug yk?? And like so he has antennae and the lil bug wings. (Me thinks the wings are damaged and he does some stuff to like fix it like how Toothless has the prosthetic in HTTYD, and it gets removed for the life series sorry I'm rambling abt this it just upsets me seeing ppl draw Grian and Jimmy with their wings tied that looks PAINFUL so I think of more natural reasons)

Soo so so the antennae are like sensors on actual bugs right?? So that means that they're super sensitive................ I'll let you guess the rest of it

(Maybe Etho found out during double life, and it was one of the few places he could tk Joel without feeling it because he doesn't have any antennae himself)

- 💫

AWWWW That is so cute!!

Yesss I wish they found other ways to keep Grian and Jimmy from using wings in the life series without tying them or having them be hurt.

I could 100% see Joel needing to take off the wing, maybe he still has like one left but he can’t fly with one so the prosthetic just gets left back in hermitcraft sorta thing.

It’s super cute to think though that the Antenna are ticklish tho hahah, even just like the wind blowing a bit to strong can get Joel giggling and I feel like the hermits didn’t know why he was randomly giggling when the wind would blow at first. But then one time Grian and Etho were sitting with Joel when the wind starts blowing really hard and Joel starts giggling and tries to cover his Antenna and Grian and Etho are both like. “Wait they are ticklish??” And Joel gets all flustered and is like. “WhAt, no you idiots it’s not tic-“ as the wind blows again and the hermits watch them like twitch as Joel starts laughing again and runs inside the nearest building.

Grian going “uh huh. It’s okay for them to be ticklish Joel. My wings are ticklish and here, Ethos fox ears are ticklish, watch.” As he like reaches over to Etho to lightly fluff Ethos fox ears for the boy to burst out laughing as his ears press back against his head and he leans back away from Grian going “Hehehehey.”

Joel tries to fight a smile watching Etho and Grian interact before he’s like, “yeah okay they are ticklish, don’t tell anyone else though.” With a small pout as he crosses his arms and playfully looks away.

Another concept I could see happening is like Etho and Joel is DoubleLife tickling each other and Etho manages to pin Joel and is watching his Antenna twitch and move around while his eyes are focused on them. He then goes “can I touch them Joel?” And he feels the man below him like freeze before he relaxes some and goes. “30 seconds.” As Etho grins and slowly drags his index fingers over them and Joel melts into giggles as he fights to not grab Ethos hands.

THEM THEM THEM

[carlos-in-glasses]

#His face in this moment#he's scared and humiliating and hopeful and wanting#he hasn't been able to speak to someone about this before (hc)#and this is what he's been wondering the whole time#if there's a chance TK still cares#or if he's been totally cast aside

These tags of yours just sent me into a spiral of thinking about what Carlos must have felt when Nancy told him that TK asked for him to come to the hospital. The hope it must have inspired in him! They have that awkward interaction at the furniture store that probably did not leave Carlos feeling great about things. But then he gets that call from Nancy. He knows TK is in the ICU so he must have been worried, clearly shown by the fact that he dropped everything and rushed there in the middle of a shift, but he comes in with this fake bravado acting like he doesn't really care. "Typical TK" and all that. You just know that hope inside him was lighting up, though. Along with all the hurt and confusion and anger and worry, I can just imagine him thinking He WANTS me, he might still CARE about me, he gets hurt and I'M the person he wants to talk to! And then he finds out that TK didn't ask for him after all. That TK couldn't ask for him. As he sits there by TK's bedside, he finds himself wondering whether TK would even want him there. Has TK completely moved on? Would he be unhappy to have Carlos by his bedside? Is Carlos being ridiculous wasting this much time and emotion and fear and love on a man who doesn't care about him? And then he gets the chance to talk to Nancy about it, and I agree that it must be the first time he's talked to ANYONE about it. The first thing he asks is if TK talks about him, trying to somehow discern if there's any chance TK still cares or still feels anything like he does. But then when Nancy says that TK loves him, he can't quite bring himself to believe it because if he loves me so much, then why did he break my heart? 😭😭😭😭

Ok, sorry, I just had to let that out!

Yes yes yes I want bathe in the beautiful angsty waterfall of this. I'm in love with Carlos rocking up all fake bravado like you say, when it's clear he immediately ditched his very busy day to come running the moment Nancy called. The way his whole demeanour changes when he realises it's serious...oh I love it. And then he can't stop caring. As soon as he truly lets himself care again, he is not leaving him, even though rationally he knows he could be wasting his time, entirely unwanted.

I'm going off on a slight merry tangent now. But one of the reasons why I love film/TV (and crucially - gifs!) so much is because irl I find it quite hard to read people and understand expressions quickly enough for what irl situations always seem to require. But watching actors on screen allows me to spend time figuring out body language and facial quirks. I think one of the reasons I'm so drawn to Tarlos is because they're so expressive. I arrived firstly due to ther beauty but I've stayed because they are teaching me things about emotion I never knew I needed to know.

And here he is teaching me the emotion of GRUMPY STRUT.

[honeydew-mel0n]

Hi! Can I have HCs w dmc5 boys Vergil, V Dante? Like reader is resting her head on their laps, then suddenly fall asleep while reading books. Tks ^^

Hell yeah, this is such a cute prompt! Also, you cant tell me Vergil wouldn't write poetry about his lover, and then hide it.

Dante, Vergil, V.

Falling asleep on their laps.

Dante

Might be a little hard seeing as how he man-spreads, so just rest your head on one of his thighs.

Depending on his mood he might try to make a suggestive joke. Try.

If you're visibly tired, meaning he watched you tire yourself out, he'll keep quiet.

You are absolutely allowed to fall asleep on him any time, he will try his best to stay quiet and still. No matter how hard it is for him.

He thinks it's cute that you chose to fall asleep on his leg, seeing as you were a few feet from your shared bedroom.

For the most part, he'll continue reading whatever so you can sleep.

However, he cant help but play with your hair (if that's possible), softly stroking your cheek, or resting his hand somewhere on you, one of his fingers tapping lighting against your skin.

If you have anything in your hair or on your face, he'll try to get rid of that without waking you.

One of his love languages is physical touch, and you're right there.

When you finally wake up, prepare for an extra cuddle session. (So long as no one is around.)

If you sleep for longer then expected, he'll slide out from under you, grab your favorite blanket, and tuck you in on the couch, as not to wake you.

__

Dante had watched you clean for the past several hours, both after him, and deciding to sort through the basement. Plopping onto the couch and him when you finally decided it was fine to stop for the day. You'd slurred out something he couldnt decipher before passing out. "G'night babe." He mumbles to let you sleep.

Some time passes, every so often glancing down at you. He watches your lips twitch as you dream, a warm feeling pools in his chest. Licking his thumb he wipes away the smudge of dust and dirt on your cheek. If you were awake, you'd rip him a new asshole for cleaning your face with spit. But you aren't awake.

Vergil

The least likely to let you sleep for hours on his lap.

He will finch the moment you lay your head on his legs, although you won't be able to tell he's bothered.

Vergil is touch starved and the only "touch" he's used to is just torture and attacks from other demons as well as his own family

(That last one is technically his fault though)

He wont be able to tell you to move, he'll hold his tongue.

He'll use some of the time you're asleep to admire you, journaling every poetic thought he has of describing your gorgeous features.

If you continue to do this over time, he will whisper these things to your sleeping form when he knows the two of you are alone.

After about an hour he will lif you up and carry you to bed.

It's not that you inconvenience him, he just thinks you deserve to be comfortable.

Not that he can bring himself to say it, at first.

If he starts up when you're actually awake and you confront him about it later, he will (while flustered and reluctant) admit everything to you.

__

The only sound in the house was the sound of breathing, and his pen scratching on the paper, his eyes switching from the page to your face. Trying to document the peace and beauty he found in your face. Finally he breaks his glancing routine, looking up at the clock as its ticking echos through the quiet house.

It had been an hour since you'd fallen asleep, by now your neck was bound to be tight and cramp when you wake.

A sigh leaves his lungs as he places aside his writing materials. His arms come under your mid back and knees. When you're lifted from the couch and he stands, your head is made sure to rest against his chest as not to roll back and hurt your neck even more. He walks you to your shared bedroom, gently placing your on the bed and pulling to covers over you.

Vergil smiles to himself as you rest onto the bed before leaving and returning to writing. But only about you.

V

He doesnt understand why you'd want to.

Not because he dislikes affection or touch in general, but because of how boney he is.

But you are absolutely welcome to.

He is nothing but the human aspects of Vergil, being touch starved effects V more visibly.

He will flinch and tense up as well, but will calm down quicker then his hybrid whole.

But this time, you can definitely tell.

He'll make sure to ask to do anything before you fall asleep, because he doesnt want to touch you if you dont want to be touched.

If you sleep for a few hours, he'll eventually wake you and take you to bed, he cant lift you, but he will try his best to take care of you just as you take care of him.

When you wake up he'll be so much more disappointed, he was enjoying being close to you, and now you're up and about again.

Seeing as how he's never been hesitant to state what he wants, so expect to be asked for a longer cuddle time.

__

His green eyes scanned your face, taking in little things he loved about you. His knuckles running gently down the side of your face, watching you shift and eyes flutter. It had been a few hours and you were definitely due to wake up. "Dear, I think it's time for you to get up." A whine escapes your lips as your eyes open, taking him in for the first time in hours.

"Hey." You giggled out with a smile, causing a smile to press to his lips. Sitting up, your joints pop. "Thank you for letting me sleep." You get up, stretching your legs, but a grip on your hand stops you from walking away. "Stay." V says in a gentle voice. Nodding, you lay back down, this time with your head on his chest, your arms coming around his waist.

You feel him let out a sigh, an long thin hand resting on the small of your back.

[chockfullofsecrets]

Director's Cut ask for any of your lee!Essek stories

(the fic in question)

I think I've only got one full fic with him in it so far, plus or minus a couple snippets, so we'll go with Embarrassing and Undignified!

(there's Essek spoilers in here up to episode 97, proceed with caution 💛)

The fun thing about writing tk fic for me is that, for the most part, you already know the plot - the interesting bit, then, is how the characters feel about it (and also the actual tickling, of course). Essek's a fun case in that he's actively hiding information about the beacons and the war from the Nein even as he gets more and more invested in their friendship. So he's not like Caleb, in that he can admit to himself what he wants and isn't concerned with deserving anything (not until the Nein get to him, at least), but the prospect of the Nein having something to hold over his head is deeply troubling to him.

That, and the fact that he's incredibly touch starved and he floats everywhere and therefore has ridiculously ticklish feet XD And like. I don't know if I expressed this clearly enough but there is LITERALLY an episode where he goes to the Nein's house in Xhorhas for dinner and they all climb into a hot tub together and a couple of the players ask Matt what his feet look like, it practically writes itself!

Anyway, I felt like it was important to that characterization to have him panic a little and try to retreat as the realization that the Nein have a guaranteed way to overwhelm him sinks in. Which also let me tie in another canon conversation that he and Yasha had during said dinner about friendship and loneliness (listen. listen. Yasha cares about her friends so much, every time she has a conversation with another character about their emotions I lose my entire mind) and let Yasha use that blunt charm she has to keep him steady. Getting to write something where the whole Nein is there was a little nerve-racking, but I had fun figuring out all the little asides for each character.

Writing ler!Jester is incredibly fun - she's already so bubbly and teasy in canon, and she has such a distinctive voice that the only issue is being able to capture it in writing. I think this is my first time writing ler!Beau as well, and given her slightly antagonistic view of Essek I figured she could be as mean as she wanted. Technically I've got a series with lee!Essek planned, so I want to see if I can get more of that in there.

Caleb not being a lee for once was great! I hc that he's pretty happy to find someone who hasn't been traveling with a band of tickling maniacs for the past few months and so he can tickle them without fearing immediate and painful revenge - he's definitely sympathetic as a fellow squishy wizard, though. I don't think I'm ever going to write romantic or explicit fic, but I love reading fic about these two and wanted them to cuddle a bit as a treat :)

Favorite part... I think I'm bad at writing movement and action, so I worked really hard on the bit where Essek startles away and falls at the beginning of the fic. Also, the little hint of ler!Caleb - he's having fun and Essek just wants to cling to him for a bit longer and I think it turned out cute-

Caleb pats his back. “Come on, friend, chin up.”

And he’s right, Essek can’t afford to cling to this veneer of comfort any longer - but to his immediate and eternal shame, he whines and nuzzles further into Caleb’s ribs. Just a moment to gather his wits, maybe, and he’ll be able to Misty Step to the front door and don his mantle-

“No? Alright, then - I’ll go to work too, if I have to.”

The hand on his back lifts away and walks itself on two prodding fingers neatly up under Essek’s arm, gently wriggling into the hollow until he can’t bear to keep his arms up any longer. “Nnn, hnn! - eheh, thahat’s - enough, please-”

It’s. It’s not, is the problem - he tries to stir up anger, distaste, but there’s only fear. He would deal with this indignity again, suffer it gladly, even, just to have them speak to him kindly. It’s new, and terrifying, and he needs to think it over alone with a generous glass of wine in his tower.

He shrinks back in on himself, still snickering at the tickling under his arms, and Caleb takes the opportunity to grab him neatly by the shoulders and sit him back up - Essek catches a glimpse of his blue eyes shining with rare merriment and promptly swivels to look away from all of them.

[etherealtauruss]

tk being insecure about his body hc? please make it mostly fluffy after the angst. i’m soft 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

so .. i may have turned this into 2k words worth of a fic? enjoy!!!

you need some lovin’ (tender lovin’ care)

read on ao3

The 126 and 130 were responding to an apartment complex fire just off of West 6th Street. The blazing inferno– to everyone’s knowledge– seemed to be purposefully started. Thus, APD, and in turn Carlos, were called to the scene as well. He had to take statements from witnesses about the potential arsonist.

One thing to note: TK isn’t fond of the 130. If we’re being technical, he isn’t fond of one member in particular; Jake Matthews. Honestly, loathe is a better word. TK loathes Jake Matthews.

Jake is Carlos’ ex-boyfriend; obsessive ex-boyfriend, to be exact. Ever since he and Carlos broke it off, he’s had a personal vendetta against TK.

But, it wasn’t TK’s fault they broke up. The split happened 6 months before he and his dad even stepped foot in Austin. And yet, he was still being held accountable.

Jake and TK were complete opposites in every way imaginable. Jake was a big guy. He was well over 6 feet, probably weighed a calm 200 pounds, pretty bulky, and was hung between the legs; if the bulge that graced the front of his pants at all times was anything to go by. So sure, Jake definitely had TK beat physically according to societal standards, but mentally and emotionally? TK came first in that race.

Carlos assured him of that plenty of times before. “Baby, you’re so much better than him. I don’t even know what I saw in that guy.” He nibbled on the shell of TK’s ear and continued, “The way you treat me. Love me. Make love to me. Not to mention that impressive package between those thighs, it’s heavenly...”

TK shivered at the thought of that conversation, mainly because of the events that took place afterward. Point is, TK wasn’t worried. Carlos only had eyes for him and visa versa. Nonetheless, anytime both crews were responding to a call, Jake always had something nasty to say to TK. And for TK to claim it didn’t get under his skin in the slightest? Yeah, that would be a lie.

The worst part about it all is Jake would play coy whenever Carlos came around. Luckily, Carlos didn’t believe the sorry act for a second.

After the conflagration was extinguished, all the first responders made sure everyone was accounted for. The crews started to settle down on the side of the road, catching their breath.

“Hey TK.” TK rolled his eyes, and begrudgingly looked up at the person who was speaking to him.

“What do you want Jake?”

“How’s ‘Los?”

TK glanced to where his boyfriend was standing, “He’s fine. We’re fine.” He paused for a beat, “And don’t call him ‘Los. You guys aren’t friends anymore.”

“What’s he still doing with a pretty boy like you anyways?”, Jake sneered.

“Pretty boy? Really?”

“Did I lie, Strand? You’re not very tall. Your build is mediocre, and I’m sure the situation between your legs doesn’t satisfy your man.”

TK swallowed thickly, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He wasn’t too upset. Jake was targeting physical aspects, and for the most part, he was pretty confident in his body. Or, so he thought.

TK could recognize parts of his piece-of-shit ex Alex in Jake. The confidence he held for his physical attributes had been whittled away to mere nubs during said relationship. Wounds he thought had healed were starting to open back up. Jake and Alex were one in the same. They deserved to be together if Alex ever made his way to Austin.

He felt the blood rushing in his ears. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He wished they’d get another call. He wished someone would rescue him. He wish–

“–I remember when he and I were together, he told me he loved being manhandled. Thrown onto the bed. Hands pinned above his head.”

“You can stop,” TK interrupted, in an attempt to get Jake to shut up.

“After rough shifts I’d make love to him, feeling him all around me, knowing he was all mine. But you wouldn’t know about that would you.”

“Jake, I get it.” TK pleaded. He didn’t need to hear about Carlos’ previous sex life; let alone his fantasies that TK couldn’t fulfill. Why hadn’t Carlos mentioned any of these desires to TK? Carlos wouldn’t leave TK. He knew this but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was ever good enough for his saint of a lover.

“If we’re being brutally honest, you’re not his type at all,” he snickered. “Or maybe you are. He helps people for a living. You’re nothing but a charity case to him.”

“That’s enough.”

Carlos. That was Carlos’ voice. Carlos was here.

TK let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize was stored away. Neither of the two firefighters had noticed that he approached them.

“Jake, you can go now. You’ll be hearing from your chief by the end of this week. Let’s hope you’re not without a job for verbally assaulting another first responder”.

TK silently thanked the angels above. The tears that had welled up in his eyes finally spilled over the threshold.

“C’mere Tiger,” Carlos cooed. He wrapped TK in his arms, running a reassuring hand along his boyfriend’s back.

“I shouldn’t be crying,” he let out a wet laugh. “Sorry.”

Carlos placed a finger beneath TK’s chin, causing his boyfriend to look him in the eyes. Rubbing calming circles on his cheekbones in order to get rid of the stray tears that lingered on his face.

“Never apologize for how you feel. From what I was able to catch, Jake said some pretty disgusting things to you. He belittled you, and targeted your insecurities. I’m so sorry you had to hear that, Ty.”

Carlos sighed, “And none of what he said was true by any means. You’re not a charity case. You’re the love of my life.”

TK shrugged, still not fully convinced. He knew what Carlos meant well, and that he’d never lie to TK, but he couldn’t help the feeling of doubt threatening to swallow him whole.

“How about we get you home?”

“Can’t.” TK mumbled into his boyfriend’s shirt. “Not done with my shift.”

“I talked to your dad before heading over to you, he said it’s fine.”

The couple made their way to Carlos’ patrol car, fingers intertwined. They settled themselves into the vehicle, Carlos placed a loving hand on TK’s knee.

“Are you hungry?”

TK simply shook his head. He couldn’t speak just yet; he knew it’d just result in him crying again.

Carlos stopped at Raising Cane’s on their way home anyways. Though TK claimed not to be hungry now, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be later once all his worries had been washed away by some good ol’ TLC. The fact that chicken fingers were TK’s favorite comfort food was an added bonus.

They entered Carlos’ apartment and TK immediately shed all of his gear at the door. Again, Carlos engulfed the younger in a hug.

“‘Los?” TK questioned, barely above a whisper.

His partner hummed in response.

“Can we shower together?”

“Of course, love.”

They started towards the bathroom, their food abandoned on the dining room table. TK flicked on the light and began removing all his clothing. Well, almost all of it. He kept his briefs on, thinking back to what Jake had said to him.

“Ty?” Carlos asked. “What’s the matter?”

“I-, well. I-,” TK sighed in frustration. “Is my dick too small for you?”

Carlos was taken back and had to bite his lip to hold in a chuckle at his boyfriend’s brash words.

“I’m being serious!”, TK whined. His bottom lip jutting out to display his infamous pout.

“Baby, you are perfect for me in every way.”

TK crossed his arms. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

“No.” Carlos started, “I’m saying that because it’s true”.

The older man began to undress as well, “And why are you asking me that?”

TK stayed silent. He wanted to tell Carlos everything Jake said, but at the same breath, he’d much rather not relive the conversation.

Carlos waited a few moments for a reply, stark naked in front of his significant other. His tan body glistening under the glow of the luminous lighting. His muscles that looked like they were painted onto his body flexing. Not to mention the member that was the icing on the cake; perfectly hung between two burly thighs. TK’s cock twitched at the sight of his boyfriend. Had he not been upset, he would’ve jumped Carlos’ bones then and there.

He sighed, “Ty. Baby, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

Before he knew it, TK words were spilling out of his mouth like vomit. “Jake said that I don’t satisfy your needs. He reminisced about how you guys used to make love. Told me that you like being manhandled. You never told me you liked to be manhandled. Why didn’t you tell me? I can do it. I’ve done it. Is that what you want? I can work out a bit more, start upping my weight–”

Carlos intercepted, “–Sweetheart, breathe.” They took deep breaths together. “Now, start over, and go slower.”

“Jake basically just reminded me how different he and I are from each other. Which isn’t a bad thing, except it is? Our body types are nothing alike. I like my body; trust me, I do. I work hard to keep it this way, but I had no idea me not being super ripped made you feel like I couldn’t top in the bedroom.”

For the third time that day, Carlos enveloped the younger in a bone-crushing hug. Deft fingers ran through TK’s hair, pausing at the nape of his neck to scratch lightly. TK melted under the touch, practically turning to putty in his lover’s arms.

“Baby, have I ever said anything to make you insecure? Be honest, please.”

TK huffed, “No.” He adjusted his hands so that he was tracing random patterns onto Carlos’ back.

“That’s the worst part about it. You do everything right, and I let your jerk of an ex-boyfriend get inside my head.”

“Well, I doubt I do everything right. But I certainly do make an effort to keep you happy.”

“Babe, it's not you, I swear. Just the shit Jake said was fucked up. It made me feel bad about what I can’t do for you.”

“Can I let you in on a secret?”

“No time like the present.”

“I like taking care of you in the bedroom. I take it Jake never told you why we broke up?”

“Nah, don’t think that’s ever going to be on his agenda.”

“We split because he was too controlling”, Carlos revealed. “You know better than anyone else, I love taking care of people. So, imagine my surprise when he didn’t let me take initiative in anything. Not the bedroom. Not where we went on our dates. Not even what was for dinner.”

“But you love cooking?”

“Exactly. He didn’t even let me do what I loved most. I couldn’t take the constant nagging, and the unnecessary controlling demeanor, so I broke it off. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

“So you mean to tell me, he was deflecting? That whole time?”

“Yep.”

“I feel like an idiot” Tk replied, letting out a soft chuckle.

“No way you could’ve known. And Ty? You mean everything and more to me. What we have is irreplaceable. Every inch of you deserves tender loving care. From your alluring sea-green eyes to your incredible compassion.”

TK captured Carlos’ lips in a sloppy kiss. All the emotions of the day embedded in this act of affection. Between the intense licking into Carlos’ mouth, and their naked bodies pressed against each other; things were heating up, fast.

They pulled away from each other breathlessly, shallow pants exiting their lungs. 

“Our food is probably ice cold by now, Tiger” Carlos said, turning the faucet to the shower, allowing the water to heat up.

“It’s fine. We can just reheat it in the air fryer.” TK replied, going in for another searing kiss.

The two stumbled into the shower, relishing in each other’s presence. The food could wait.

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Can you write an imagine or hc (It's up to you) where you are Nolan's girlfriend, and when Carter joins the team he has a crush on you

Nolan would not be a fan of this if he knew what was going on. 

My Best Friends Girl - Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick/Reader

Word Count: 814

Carter tries so hard to hide it. Because he knows it’s not really okay. But, to be fair, when he met you at the rink the first time, he didn’t realize you were Nolan’s girl. You were just a pretty girl in the hallway, waiting for practice to get over. He hadn’t really been around much and was the first one out of the locker room. He said hi to you out of habit but also because you were pretty and just kind of standing there. He asked if you needed help because he’d never seen you before and you told him you were just waiting for someone. He should have left but instead, the two of you struck up a conversation and like really got along. 

At least he thought so, but then Nolan comes out and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him in a bit of a defensive and protective move. Which is not out of the ordinary but a little odd considering its in response to a teammate. He didn’t even respond that way when TK was flirting with you. Admittedly that was more to annoy Nolan than anything. Carter takes the hint and scoots out of there, he’s not playing a game with Nolan, he’s not that kind of guy. 

He talks to you a few times here and there when you run into him, but for the most part, he gives you a decent amount of space because he really would like to see his little crush go away. It gets to the point though that if you’re around he’s not and its starting to bug you. You liked him, thought maybe you could be friends but he’s like actively avoiding you. What are you 5? This is ridiculous. 

Even Nolan is noticing Carter’s unwillingness to be around when you’re around and that really PISSES him off. He doesn’t catch Carter’s glances at you when no one is looking. He misses the little sighs that Carter does when you leave. He’ll poke that bear, though, unlike you. He’ll demand Carter explain why he has an issue with you, but Carter doesn’t really know what to say so he just tells Nolan he doesn’t have an issue. 

Nolan does not believe him, not at all, but also fine. You want to lie, I’ll drag it out of you one way or another. So, Carter, who doesn’t have an issue with you, according to him and Nolan, is being forced to spend the day with the two of you. 

Poor Carter. 

He doesn’t want to do this and it’s clear as day on his normally overly excited and happy face. You’ve literally watched him go from the sweet and friendly guy you met that first day to a guy who doesn’t smile or interact when you’re around. Of course, it has to be something you’ve done. Nolan vanishes for a bit, into some video game store, leaving you and Carter to talk. 

He’s on his phone the second Nolan is occupied. Anything to keep him from interacting with you. It’s really starting to get to you that he’s so standoffish and distant. You’re the only person he acts like this with. You can’t take it any long and you snap. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask. Your voice is small, sad. You really did think he was sweet. You could have been really good friends. 

He looks up from his phone, eyes wide with shock. You’re talking to him and Nolan isn’t around and he might be panicking a little. “No. Of course not.” He doesn’t elaborate. 

“Then… Why do you hate me?” You’re a little angry at him, now. He keeps saying one thing and doing a completely different thing. You don’t get it. 

“I don’t hate you?” He’s almost confused by your implication and you want so badly to hit him. 

“Right, sure. You just treat everyone you like, like they’re infected with an incurable disease.” You cross your arms over your chest and turn your back on him, trying not to let the anger get the better of you. 

“Ones I like that are dating friends of mine, yes.” He says quietly, fingers tapping on the glass screen of his phone again. He doesn’t look at you, but his cheeks are pink. He knows you heard him.

“You…” you pause, collecting your thoughts and restructuring his behavior in your mind. You get it now. Why he distanced himself. “You should go,” you tell him. 

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah, I should. Tell Nolan I’ll see him at practice.” His phone slides into his back pocket and he’s walking away before you can even say anything. 

You don’t know what to do with the information you now have, but you watch him walk away. A weird feeling nestling in your chest.