#ticklish Hunk

[educatedsimps]

it came to me in a vision that Iwaizumi loves to give wrists kisses. that and like palm kisses when he gets his face touched. could I request a soft fix with some of this?

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

a/n: IT CAME TO ME IN A VISION THAT WE GOT AN IWA REQUEST TODAY 😭😭😭 AIN’T NO WAY BRO

cw: nth much tbh, it's just married fluff, slice of life kinda thing, lots of kisses, yves says the sweetness in this one is at dangerously high levels, also iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa he's so cute i just wanna give him so many forehead kisses

PS: bonus headcanons available below!

With a groan, you rolled over and hit snooze on your phone. Squinting at the screen, the time glared back at you.

5:55a.m.

Sighing, you placed your phone faced down on your bedside table and flopped onto your back.

Next to you, Iwaizumi yawned and stretched with his bare arms above his head. Even this early in the morning, you couldn't help but marvel at your husband's physique in the dim lighting.

Turning to face you, he smiled with one side of his face buried in his pillow before snaking one beefy arm around your waist. "G'morning, baby," Hajime said, his deep voice reverberating through his chest. You swore you could listen to his voice forever.

He looked so good like this, soft and unguarded. Noticing sleep lines on the side of his face, you couldn't help but reach out to stroke his cheek. So cute. Smiling softly, you murmured, "Good morning, Haji."

A warm hand came up to grasp your wrist, bringing it down to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your skin. Slightly ticklish, you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he only held onto you tighter. Giggling, you tried to pull away but he only proceeded to grab your other wrist and plant kisses there too.

"Hajiiiii," You whined halfheartedly.

Iwaizumi finally relented and pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly to his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

"Don't get your morning breath in my hair," You teased, closing your eyes.

"Mmfhh..." He grunted, inhaling your sweet scent.

Your face was tucked into his neck and you wrapped your arms around his torso. One of his hands cradled your head while the other was rubbing slow circles on your back. Soon, a comfortable silence settled over the room as the two of you lay in bed together.

At least until your 6a.m. alarm rang and you both groaned, finally getting out of bed to start the day.

"Thanks, Hajime," You said when he dropped you off at work about an hour later. You grabbed your bag and coffee before leaning across the centre console to press your lips against his. As you pulled away, he stopped you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing glint in his eye.

With your face still inches from his, you placed your hand at the back of his head and pulled him towards you. Your fingers combed through his short brown hair as you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, then slowly moved to rest your hand on his jaw as you kissed him on the lips, deeper this time.

Pulling back, you sat there admiring him and watched as his cheeks warmed beneath your touch. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your big beefy hunk of a husband blush from one kiss.

Without a word, he held your wrist in his hand and brought your palm down to his lips, placing the sweetest of kisses on your skin. He trailed kisses from your wrist and over your thumb crease, all while keeping eye contact with you. His kisses, whether on your lips or your wrists - or anywhere else for that matter - never failed to feel like the tiniest sparks of electricity were running through your veins. Even the swiftest of pecks could make it feel like metaphorical flowers were blooming in your heart.

"God, I'll never get used to that," He murmured, turning his head in an attempt to hide his blush. Same ol' Hajime.

"You still blush like when we were in college, babe. It's adorable," You said, hand still in his.

"Get outta here, you're gonna be late, dumbass," He grumbled with a half smile gracing his features. Giving your hand a squeeze, he let go before reaching over to open the passenger door for you. "Text me when you're done, yeah? I'll wait for you in the parking lot and we'll go grab the new air purifier from my parents' before dinner."

With a final thanks and goodbye to your husband, you got out of the car and started walking toward your office building.

"By the way," He called, rolling down the passenger window. "I'm not the only one blushing like a teenager!"

Turning, you stuck your tongue out at him with a pout on your face as you realised you were blushing just as much as he was, if not more. You caught sight of his wink through the car window as he drove off and your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

✨ BONUS HEADCANONS HERE! it's really just a shit ton of extra stuff i wanted to write in this fic before i realised i overestimated my writing abilities so here you go. THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING AND THANK YOU READERS FOR READING, we love you all so muchhh see y'all in our next post :)

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[devine-fem]

Mutual was telling me how they thought Damian is actually surprisingly ticklish but has no idea for most of his life because the cross section of people who'd be playful enough with him to consider it and are brave enough to try is literally just Jon.

Discovering Damian being able to be tickled was actually like Damian first getting his hands on a hunk of kryptonite.

Damian’s laugh to this day will never not be jarring but extremely adorable and make Jon’s heart melt.

[verycuntlesbian]

this is my first post on tumblr I’m so nervous gahhh >_< but here’s some random nsfw head canons I have for Alejandro, Ghost, and König !! So yesh nsfw warning for below !!

ALEJANDRO

- Alejandro has a huge breeding kink. Even when you’re pregnant he already starts thinking about giving you another simply because of how beautiful and glowy you look carrying a part of him. Also lowkey possessive so having you carrying HIS child is just 🤞 to him

- Alejandro loves to eat you up no matter what you have. He adores the ticklish feeling you get when his beard brushes against your thighs and it just makes him more confident in his work. He could honestly just lay between your thighs until you can longer stand another round and he’d be completely satisfied.

Ghost

- Ghost is very against any sort of violence or harmful words in the bedroom, no negotiations ever. The most he would do it lightly pull your hair or he’d grip your skin too hard at times MAYBE some light spanking.

- Ghost is very skeptic about giving you control so he’s typically always in control but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t also like being submissive and having you guide him through everything. Having you praise him for listening to what you want gets him so riled up.

KONIG

- König has a size kink but in the more less popular version. He’s a very big guy so having someone so small take control and just use his body despite his strength and size sets him off. He will have times where he just takes control because of pent up stress but overall he adores having you control his body, being able to overpower him despite him being 6’10 (?) and a hunk of meat.

AHHHH sorry if they’re not very good and it’s short :|

[jamneuromain]

Obviously 🤤 + 😳 with Ari Levinson dear Jam.

HOE-KAY! So I'm picturing you and your friend thirsting over this hunk of a man...

Hearty-eyes

Ari Levinson x Reader (You)

Warning: Diving Coach!Ari, Tourist!Reader, getting caught... sort of?), sentences in Italic is spoken in another language.

Summary: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over a man in your native language.

"I can't believe you decided to spend our vacation on another beach." Your friend Asteria sighs, lying back under the warm sunlight, "Still, this resort is not half bad, where did you find it?"

You push the sunglasses over your head, turning lazily in her direction, smirking, "Not many results left after I type in Egypt+beach," reaching a hand to the small table between the two chairs, you grab your drink and sip the cool coconut water, "Plus, you had your share of camels and pyramids and sand in the first three days."

Asteria is a huge fan of ancient history. She selected Latin and Culture and History of Ancient Egypt in her undergraduate years, even if her major was East Asia Studies. While you got bored of this elective focusing on pharaohs and zig-zaw drawings on ancient stones quickly, Asteria followed the whole course and took another elective on Mayan civilization.

This is why when you ought to settle on a destination for your vacation, Asteria booked the first three days of a trip in and out of the desert, when you booked the next three days of one Red Sea Diving Resort.

Which accidentally comes with the hottest diving instructor you have ever met in your entire life.

"Psst, incoming alert." Asteria clutches your arm and shakes so violently, that your drink almost spills from the glass, her eyes rounding like a light bulb, "Hot coach at ten o'clock."

Coming from one of the smallest countries on the planet, you know that your native language is spoken by a small number of people. And at special circumstances, for instance, this hot coach named Ari, you naturally speak your mother tongue so that you could thirst over him with the benefit of no one could ever find out - except for Asteria, who spent four years studying it.

Sharing the same awe-struck expression as Asteria, you lower your sunglasses to have a better look at this brunette Adonis out of the water. He pushes his hair back, with the water beads falling from his chiseled chin and his large hand, dripping wet, not to mention the chest peeking from his diving suit -

"Oh my fucking God, he's looking this way." You squeal so high that you are close to out of air. Even using your native language, you can feel the shyness and nervousness bubbling from your heart and surfacing on your skin. Your face aflame by a simple look he delivers in your direction.

"Oh my - holy fuck, he's coming this way!" Asteria raises her glass to her lips, just to cover the huge grin on her face, "He's so fucking hot. Coach BDE."

"Fuck me." You exclaim, blocking your sight with the local newspaper you took on the way to the beach, because you damn well know that your heart is practically jumping out of your throat if you spare one more glance at the sex god.

"You really should." Asteria tempts you like a rightful friend would, "And tell me if his dick is actually as big as we imagined."

You hiss at her, seeing Coach Ari approaching your direction, "You are a horrible influence - not that he looks unfuckable. Hell, he looks so fuckable with the broad shoulders and the long hair." You whine in the most pathetic voice as he walks past you, "Fuck, I think I'm more soaked than he is."

"Then go talk to him!"

"I can't!"

"Of course you can!" Asteria nudges you in a particularly ticklish spot on your waist, "Go before Coach BDE disappears!"

"What if he says no!"

"You don't know that!" Asteria turns to look at the hot coach, "Great. Now he's gone." As if he has just disappeared on plain sight.

The lingering feeling of your face heating reminds you of the fact that merely with Ari's presence, you are flushed from head to toe. You can't imagine talking to him without embarrassing yourself.

Asteria rolls her eyes and pokes the ticklish spot on your waist again, "I swear, if you don't fuck him, I will annoy you about this for the rest of our lives."

"It's not like I don't want to fuck him!" You huff out in annoyance. Although with Ari gone, for now, you are deep in your thoughts so that you are still talking in your native language, "You know I'm too scared to ask him. I can't exactly go and ask, ' Hi Ari, my friend Asteria said you could be great in bed. May I fuck you?' "

A shadow looms over you. By the looks and widening eyes of Asteria looking at someone behind you, her eyes nearly popping, and the faintest wiggle of her eyebrows, you turn your neck to see the hot coach TM standing behind you, getting a whiplash as a result.

"Yes, of course." Ari simply says. A small smile tugging the corner of his lips, making the fact that he has understood your thirsting conversation painfully obvious. Ari has changed into a blue shirt and shorts, leaving his veiny arm and thick thighs in plain sight. Even though he isn't dripping anymore, you sure as hell still do.

You stutter for a moment, before hastily apologizing, "I'm so sorry, my friends and I were just talking, we didn't mean-"

"Of course, she means that." Asteria doesn't even pretend that she wants to leave the place for you and Ari, "Oops, I've got something going on. Laters babe!" Blowing you a kiss, she snatches her purse and dashes out of sight.

There is nothing smug about Ari's posture as he sits down on Asteria's chair, watching you with his clear blue eyes as you nervously drape the thin bath towel over your bikini. "Sorry about barging in on your conversation. My apologies for eavesdropping." His sharp canines bite into his plump lower lip, those mesmerizing eyes search for any sign that you could've felt offended by his movements.

"No... I should be the one to say sorry." The blood rushes to your cheeks again, you could literally ignite a match with your burning face, "... about ... um, what I've said."

"Please. I'm flattered, if anything," Ari takes a deep breath. If you were looking closely enough, you would realize the tip of his ears is painted with a faint color of pink, "Have you had dinner yet? I know a great place that cooks squabs."

The refusal is almost on instinct, but you think of the encouragement (and the threat) Asteria made before her departure, and the words roll off your tongue, "I'd love to."

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[chocopbwafer]

[ general dating headcanons with fem!human!reader ]

Pairing : [m!voltron!chars x fem!reader]

TW? : None

Word Amount : 836

Originally Posted On : AO3

When Shiro gets stressed out he just likes to rest his head In your lap, or In the crook of your neck while he wraps his arms around your waist.

  He finds your presence very comforting.

  When you're worried or stressed out, he catches on Immediately.

  Will give you a glass of your favorite beverage, maybe some snacks and hold you close to him, and you just bury your head In his chest enjoying the comfort.

  "Want to talk about It?"

  If you don't want to, then he'll respect that, he'll just try to keep whatever's bothering you off your mind.

  If you do want to though, he'll definitely listen to whatever you want to vent about.

  He's been In a few past relationships so he's decent In experience

  He gives great hugs.

  (Sometimes he likes to be the little spoon.)

  Idk why but he gives me the vibe of somebody who can cook good waffles

  He likes to kiss the bridge of your nose.

  If you have freckles then he's definitely kissing each one he can find.

  Kiss his forehead while playing with his hair If you want him to melt Into a puddle

  (♡)

  You and Hunk have your own little cooking class with each other.

  One part of you Is paying attention to what he's saying while he's cooking with you and the other part Is just smiling cause he's smiling too and his happiness Is so contagious???

  He's been on a few dates before but this would be his first time In a serious relationship so he's kinda awkward at first

  He eventually warms up and gets closer to you

  He's a really good singer, like, you come home one evening and just hear him In the shower singing his lungs away

  If you've had a nightmare he'll hum and sing to you while holding you close, and he sounds so nice you end up dozing off.

  Kiss his cheeks and he's just gonna grin at you like a goof

  (♡)

  Self-care for Lance Is a very big deal, and If he notices that you're not taking time out to care for yourself he's putting that to a whole stop.

  Ask him for face masks and moisturizers cause the boy stays stocked up

  He'll definitely wash and braid your hair (If you let him that Is!)

  Pampers you with love and affection every chance he can

  He's clingy and needs kisses every five seconds

  "Lance, I JUST kissed you"

  "I want another one though!"

  Despite his constant flirting he actually has never been In a relationship, let alone a date

  So when he asks you out and you accept he's kinda confused 

  "Now what?"

  Very sweet boyfriend

  He likes to nuzzle his head Into your neck and sneak a peck or two there.

  His jaw Is kinda ticklish but he certainly won't complain if you pepper a few kisses there

(♡)

  Both you and Shiro are the only ones that can calm Keith down when he's agitated.

  Just pull him aside and talk to him for a little bit

  He'll calm down

  Eventually

  He's never been In a relationship before and he's kinda emotionally constipated so the whole dating and love thing Is kinda awkward for him

  So when he asks you out, flowers In hand, his head averted and cheeks a dusty pink you already know he didn't do It on his own

  Shiro, Hunk and Pidge helped him out

  Coran helped too, but Keith was pretty sure the courting methods he was talking about probably only worked on Altean women

  Goes to Shiro for advice occasionally 

  He does not understand flirting

  He'll just look at you confused and then like, ten hours later he's like "oh"

  He really likes to hold your hands, and just idly rub along the lines of your palms

  He likes to kiss your knuckles

  His shoulders are kinda ticklish

(♡)

    Sometimes you'll tag along behind Coran when he makes improvements on the castle-ship.

  While you help him with chores and whatnot he might talk about what Altea was like

  He'll apologize for babbling but If you encourage him to keep talking about his home-planet and he will not hesitate to just talk about what It was like, and you end up smiling cause his eyes are literally sparkling the whole time

  Tell him about earth dang it

  Poor man doesn't know what snow is

  If you and the rest of the crew ever make It back home you promise to yourself the first thing you'll do Is show your boyfriend how to make a snowman

  Has been In a few relationships and dates before but with Altean women

  He has no clue on how to pursue a human woman

  Gets advice from both Pidge and Shiro

  He's oddly warm

  Like, If you cuddle or hug him he just feels like a fricking furnace

  Very overprotective and sweet boyfriend tbh

  He likes to sneak little kisses at the tips of your ear

  fin.

[amrass]

For the ask game: 2 and 3 for Arthur, 14 and 25 for Micah, 4 and 12 for Colm O'Driscoll

2. Favorite canon thing about Arthur Morgan?

I like that he is a gritty cowboy hunk. I wish I could say my favorite thing was something sweeter like idk he’s complex or kind to animals, but my favorite thing is how badass he is. I'm secretly a fourteen year old boy in my heart, but at least said boy is honest.

Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I think sometimes his character suffers from being a video game protagonist, if that makes sense, where player choices matter a lot. Sometimes he appears a little too plain for my tastes, which I think stems from the fact that he’s created to be a relatable vessel for the player, making him excellent for his medium but hard to analyze consistently. Still, he shines in the more extreme situations in the story, though I find the depths of his ability to reflect unclear.

Assign a fashion aesthetic to Micah Bell.

At his time? He's very like, evil cowboy with an ironic use of bright colors, which can be understood as a flamboyant flair.

Modern day? Dad in leopard-printed boxers, and bonus gun and knife belts wrapped around him, lying on the couch asking Baylock to get him another beer. He'll focus on utility, thick leather jackets hiding gun vests and weapons, thousands of hidden pockets. But he has his bright flair through buttons, handkerchiefs, and a white motorcycle helmet. Oh, and when Baylock the Pit Bull dies, he keeps his dirty dog collar in his pocket for years.

What was your first impression of Micah Bell? How about now?

A mix of "ah, a hot blonde asshole, nice" and "OMG he looks like Loco from the Great Silence". Now … My impression is that he's a hot blonde asshole who I like writing about a little too much, and who have made me meet a surprising amount of cool internet people. I'm stealing @doeiika's words, but I find it funny and nice that Stinky Cheddar Cheese Hair Man can bring people together.

If you could put Colm O'Driscoll in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Maybe in the The Godfather, as the older brother who inherit the mafia family tradition, instead of Al Pacino's character? I think he'd moved them into the drug market without flinching. Making the trilogy very short. Lots of scenes with him petting that cute white kitten from the opening scene, all the way into cat adulthood.

What's a headcanon you have for Colm O'Driscoll?

I have many HCs! But one I have on his background is that as a young adult he used to work as a professional "fixer", making crimes go away for whoever paid best. He was a menace when it came to identifying what would distress the target the most (like, the witness in a case), often opting for having their loved one tortured rather than the target themselves. He found no depth to the extremes he was able to go, and was slightly puzzled by this, expecting a guilt that never came. He has sent severed child fingers in the mail more than once. 

Bonus HC is that he is very ticklish, and hates it.

[xflippinfrogx]

Tickletober Day 5~ “I’m not ticklish”

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ FANDOM: Voltron

LEE: Keith

LER: Lance ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 💙WARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI!!���

“LAHAHAHANCE STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!!” Pidge squealed, batting at her attackers hands. Lance was in a very playful mood today and he was on a mission to make all of his friends smile. They’d been up in space for a good few months at this point and we’re all much closer with one another than when they started. The biggest relationship development onboard the ship was between him and Keith, their resident emo as Lance like to call him. It was still new to them both but there was something between them that they couldn’t ignore but neither had mentioned it just yet. Of course days like these definitely pushed them a bit further in their closeness.. as you’ll see.

Soon enough Pidge got a good kick to Lance’s stomach and escaped the clutches of the teams newly established tickle monster. He had already gotten Hunk this morning and Coran very briefly that afternoon but he decided he wasn’t even going to try Allura because she might eject him off the ship. Shiro was busy working on something so he’d leave him be as well.

Only person left was Keith and lucky for Lance he had just entered the room. Lance wondered if he had witnessed his attack on poor Pidge. “Damn she’s got some kick in her for someone so short huh?” Keith commented lightly chuckling to himself. “Or maybe you’re just extremely weak?” He was smirking as he spoke and Lance took this as his opportunity to see if perhaps his cru- friend was ticklish aswell. “You better reign in the attitude Mullet or you’ll be next~” A sly smile made its way to his face as he teased Keith. “Well sucks for you because I’m not ticklish.” He said it so confidently that Lance almost believed him, but he knew Keith too well now to miss the signs of slight panic in his eyes. “Hmm I think you’re lying Keith.” He leaned forward from his chair towards Keith who had sat in front of him on the ground for some reason??

“I promise you I’m definitely not!!” He was getting defensive and Lance could tell. He was going to have some fun with this..

“Alright, well if you’re ‘not ticklish’ then I guess you won’t mind if I do this?” He had moved from the chair to reach his new target. He experimented by prodding Keiths sides, but he kept a straight face. Lance walked his fingers up his ribs and began pinching lightly and Keith looked as if he was close to breaking but the boy was stubborn. It was going to take a little more than this to get him laughing Lance thought.

He didn’t have to search too far because Keith made the dumb decision of practically marking out his worst spot. His arms had automatically hugged around his stomach protecting it from Lance.

“Okay Keith last chance to admit that you’re actually ticklish or else I’m gonna have to do this the hard way..” Lance was really enjoying this, whilst he spoke he grabbed both of his FRIENDS hands and pinned them either side of his head. “Lance really, this is dumb, I mean c’mon i haven’t laughed yet so you’re obviously wasting your time here.” Keith seemed.. nervous as he spoke. ”Well there goes your last chance pretty boy, remember you asked for this.” Lance internally cringed at the nickname but soon forgot about it as he was too preoccupied trying to make Keith laugh. He started by scribbling his fingers over the taught muscles of Keith’s midsection and he could now see him visibly struggling to hold in his laughter. It wasn’t until Lance reached his lower stomach that Keith finally cracked. “Aha I found it!!” Lance cried out with excitement. “LAHAHANCE NOHOHO THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHAIR!!!” Keith began to twist and buck his torso in attempt to get away from Lance’s very tickly fingers. That was a big mistake because not only was he no further away from his attacker but his stupid shirt had ridden up exposing him even more.

Lance didn’t waste a second and absolutely took advantage of the vulnerable area. He spidered his fingers all along Keith’s waistline relishing in his loud cackles. It was nice to see the usually brooding teen so carefree for once and god his laugh was just amazing. Lance could listen to it forever, but he didn’t put Keith through more than maybe seven minutes of torture. “Not ticklish you said?? Well I think I proved that wrong don’t you Keith?” Lance smiled down at him noticing how content he looked. Lance would give anything to stay in this moment all day. A tiny blush spread across Keith’s cheeks as he smiled shyly up at Lance. His arms were still pinned but neither of them seemed to notice. Then Keith did something he never thought he would..

He leaned up and slowly placed his lips against Lance’s. He quickly pulled away for fear of rejection but Lance immediately let go of his arms and pulled him back into their first kiss. It didn’t last long but to them it was the most perfect kiss either had ever had. Lance smirked his signature smile and spoke up. “Who knew you lying about being ticklish would’ve made this happen..”

“Oh shut up you dork.” Keith chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lance. That’s how Hunk walked in on the two cuddled up on the ground asleep an hour later. He couldn’t have been happier for them.. and himself because Pidge owes him ten bucks.

[itslittlegiggle]

Vega I’m gonna yell at you about Voltron now-

I wrote a baby fic this morning

Enjoy this meal ❤️

—

Keith who doesn’t know he’s ticklish until he’s a member of team Voltron.

Of course he knows what it is… it’s a hellish way of getting information out of a person. He learned that in the Garrison from an early age

At least, that’s what he thought it was…?

—

He wakes up to the sound of Pidge’s happy, shrieking laughter, and the cooing teasing of Hunk’s voice.

Bleary-eyed and yawning, Keith staggers into the living room to see Pidge trapped against Hunk’s chest in a hug, fingers worming up and down her sides.

“Y’know Pidge, you need to start taking better care of yourself. You can’t save the universe when you don’t sleep.”

“Huhuhuhunk! stohohohoppihihit!”

“See I would, I really would, but then you wouldn’t learn a lesson, and this would all be for naught.”

“Buhuhuhut my wohohohork!”

“It can wait. You need to get some sleep, dude. I know you never went to bed last night.”

Pidge whined and tried to protest, but squeaked instead when hunk’s fingers traveled to her neck and ears. “Nahahat fahahahair!”

“It’s so totally fair, Pidge. I just need to tucker you out, and then you can sleep.”

“Okahahahay! Okahahahay! Ihihihim dohohohone!”

Keith noticed that after Pidge tapped Hunk’s arm, the taller male stopped immediately. But- Pidge didn’t agree to his terms… Why did he stop so soon?

His question was answered when the green paladin slumped against the yellow, eyes drooping and a giddy smile on her face.

“Told ya. All you needed was some tiring out,” Hunk cooed as he adjusted her in his arms. On the way out of the room, Hunk passed by Keith and smiled. “Oh, good morning, Keith. I’m just going to put Pidge to bed, and I’ll be back out.”

Only nodding after, Keith watched the two retreat down the hall. He sat on the couch, dazed and confused as to what the hell he just witnessed. After a moment or so, he sees a blur in front of his eyes. He blinks back into reality, looking up to see Lance.

“Everything okay?” the blue paladin asked, sitting next to the red.

“Wh- Yeah… I’m uh. I’m just a little confused,” Keith admitted.

“About what?”

“Well… Pidge stayed up all night, so Hunk tickled her to get her tired so she could sleep.”

“Right…”

“But when she said to stop, he stopped right away. I didn’t think she was allowed to control when it stops.”

“Keith…” Lance looked at him, concerned. “Who told you that?”

“I learned about it, at the Garrison,” he mumbled. “It’s supposed to be for interrogation and coercion, isn’t it?”

Lance stared brokenly at the red paladin. How awful was his home life as a kid? “Of course not. I mean- it can be for that, but it’s not exclusively for that.”

Keith looked like his world had been rocked.

Lance smiled patiently at the other. “Keith, do you trust me?”

He nodded.

“Come here; lay down in my lap.”

“Lance…?”

“J-Just trust me!”

Keith obeyed and lay flat, eyes looking questioningly at Lance’s.

“Tell me when to stop, okay?” With another nod for permission, Lance’s fingers descended on Keith’s stomach, making purple eyes widen before their owner fell into gentle giggles. “See? It can be nice and playful… or I could be mean and start teasing you. Cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie-“

“Lahahahance! Nohohoho!” Keith’s face buried into Lance’s side. “Thahahahats wohohohorse!”

“Awww someone’s weak to teasing, that’s sweet. How about here?”

Keith squealed and arched away from the gentle tickling fingers when they found their way to his ribs. “Ohohoho my gohoHOHOD-“ The fingers had wormed their way up under his arms, causing him to kick his feet.

“Oh? You want me to go there next? Sure, let me just finish my job up here first.”

Oh dear. Lance was too good at this teasy stuff. “Breheheheak! Breheheheak!”

When the magic word was spoken, Lance’s fingers came to an abrupt halt, gently rubbing the spot he was previously tickling. “Well? Did you have fun?”

“I-“ Keith unburied his face to look up at Lance. “I-I guess so? It didn’t feel like I was helpless or anything, so I think it was fun.”

“Well, there you go! See, tickling can be fun if you have the right person doing it. I for one will always respect your right to tell me to stop.” Noticing Hunk walking in, Lance smiled. “Say, Keith… have you ever heard of a raspberry?”

The red paladin cocked his head, thinking for a second. “No I don’t think-“

“Do you want to know what they are?”

“I uh- I guess?”

“KEITH, BUDDY, ITS A TRAP! HE’S GONNA-“ Hunk’s voice boomed as he ran to the couch.

Before Keith knew it, his shirt was raised, and Lance was blowing a huge raspberry into his side. His head fell back as adorable giggles fell out of his lips.

“-tickle… you…” Hunk sighed.

Well, he tried his best. He sat down across from the two to watch the chaos unfold. Lance eventually grabbed Keith’s wrists and held them above his head, blowing a raspberry and tickling under his arm at the same time.

Keith’s shrieking laughter was so loud that he woke up Shiro, and then Keith learned that sometimes the people doing the tickling are ticklish too… and Lance was quite an extreme example of that rule.

As Shiro sat on the couch and held Lance against his chest, unrelenting pinches on the boy’s hips, Keith and Hunk watched with interest to see just how long it would take for Lance to fold.

This family is going to have quite a lot of learning experiences…

GIRL DNSKCNSBXVBD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS????? SLAY! Thank you for sharing!!!

lance explaining to keith he can have boundaries 😭 like lance grew up in a big family and im sure rules had to be established bc sometimes siblings can go overboard so he’s big on respecting boundaries

KEITH TRUSTING LANCE???? NO QUESTIONS ASKED????? 🥹

You’re pulling me HARD back into voltron and I’m not complaining lmaoooo

[regularme12]

Shiro's on a rampage

Summary: Shiro's getting one of his moods, and if Keith knows anything for the years he was living with him, He knows to run and hide and fast.

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Oh no. Oh no. nononono. This can NOT be happening. Shiro's finnally gotten one of his ler moods. He never had one since the time he reunited with the specific mullet teen. Only bc of the fact that Shiro was too busy on fighting Galra and too stress on the information about his arm, he didn't have time for that. Till one faithful day.

Keith and Lance both walked past Shiro just getting done tickling Hunk. "Whew, two down..." Shiro got up from his crouched position, slowly turning his head to the scared teens, "...Two to go." And they booked it. As fast as they can.

"YOU GO OVER THERE!! I'LL GO OVER HERE!! IF HE CATCHES YOU I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM!!" Keith motioned to him, even though he wants to not get found, he was yelling awfully loud.

"WHAT?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!! WHY IS HE TICKLING PEOPLE?! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I GET CAUGHT!! KEITHHHH!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! I'M SCARED!!!" Lance latched onto his leg, while Keith was trying to quickly push him off. Then they stopped... They heard an all too familiar voice.

"Shiro..." They said in unison, they looked up at each other and back to the hallway.

"GAH! Lance! Get. Off. And. Scatter." Lance scurriedly got off of him, and ran to one direction while Keith ran to the other.

It was a long chase. Well to Keith it was, but it was more like 5 minutes. He heard a loud scream followed by loud cackly laughter. "Damn, he got caught... that just means... I'm next!!!" He thought to himself, but he was destined to not get caught, because Shiro can be ruthless.

10 minutes went by, but it felt like an eternity. Shiro went to the room where Hunk, Pidge, and Lance was all at after getting ruthlessy tortured. "Do you guys know where Keith's at? It's his turn, and I can't find him at all. He's always been good at hiding."

"No why? I don't know why you're even gonna try to attempt tickling Keith, I don't really think he's ticklish." Pidge said and Hunk agreed with her.

"What makes you think that?" Shiro looked at them, with curiosity plastered on his face.

"Well... Keith's like... emoooo... so he doesn't give off the ticklish vibe." The yellow paladdin explained.

"I don't know guys, he seemed pretty scared, and he was running faster than I ever seen him run before."

"Yeah, Lance is right, I've lived with him most of my life, if I know anything about that kid, I'd know if he was super ticklish, and he is."

"NO WAY!! KEITH'S TICKLISH?!" Pidge shot up, Hink followed right after her.

"YOU GOTTA GO GRAB HIM AND BRING HIM HERE! WE HAVE TO SEE THIS!!!"

"Yh, It'll give me a nother reason to tease him." Lance. Ofcourse it was Lance, he's so snarky and sassy.

"Alr, I'll find him." And Shiro did. Keith was hiding in his lion, so obvious!!!

The red paladin squealed and protested, he was running around inside his lion with Shiro hot on his trails, before being cornered. "Wait, Shiro please! Can we talk about this?!"

"I just don't understand why you don't like me tickling you, it's suppose to be fun...~" Shiro whined, feeling hurt, but that was all an act.

"It WOULD be fun if you know how to acc tickle. But no you don't! It hurts when you do it, not tickle, HURT!!"

Shiro felt hurt by this, "Wow, Keith I didn't think u thought of me like that... You've lived with me so long and haven't told me that till now..." Keith felt sad that he hurt his brother figure.

"Look, I'm sorry alr? I didn't mean to say thAT-" Shiro saw his oppurtinity to pick him up and Throw him over his shoulder. "Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! PUT ME DOWN!! If you're gonna tickle me do it here!! There's no point in switching locations!!"

"Oh there is, everybody else wants to see you getting tickled, so I feel obligated to show them just how ticklish you were."

Keith's heart sunk. He felt his face burning up and the feeling of being embarrassed rushing over him. No way is his brother gonna tickle him infront of EVERYONE!! That's his biggest fear getting tickled. I mean he can do it with just one person alone, but othe people watching him squirm and laugh uncontrollably where everyone else can just watch and tease him about it?! Hell no!! He was not gonna go down with out a fight. He started punching Shiro's back. He couldn't tickle him to let him go bc he was simply not ticklish, so Keith found it unfair. "NO! SHIRO! DON'T YOU DIDN'T TICKLE THEM INFRONT OF ANYBODY!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!!! Come on~ we're friends, more like family, you wouldn't do this to family, right? RIGHT?!"

"Well I find it kinda amussing they didn't know you were ticklish, so I'm gonna show them."

"NO SHIRO!! NOOOO! STOOOPPPP!!!" Shiro went to the room every the paladins were waiting patiently. Shiro through him on the ground and placed himself on his waist.

"Stop! Shiro!! Don't tickle me hereeee!! Everyone's watching." Keith was averting his gaze from everyone else, but it was clear they all had big meanacing smiles on their faces.

Shiro was tryna pull Keith's arm up to tickle his ribs, but he was putting up a fight. Thankfully Shiro's robotic arm made him stronger and lifted his arm up with ease. Keith was using his other free arm to hold Shiro's other free arm, to no avail. "God! Shiro, Knock it off!!!"

"No can do, kid. You know this will not end well..." And there Shiro started scratching the latter's ribs, making him buck his hips and laugh wildly.

"GAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIRO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"

"Wow Keith, I didn't think u were THAT ticklish, let alone ticklish at all. I gotta write this down, for good knowledge." Pidge started scritching in her notebook, from where Keith's most ticklish, to the reactions he causes while getting tickled in said spot.

"Hey, Pidge, Mind letting me in on this too? I kinda need to know the good spots to target." Hunk asked.

"Yh, sure."

"NO! DOHOHOHON'T WRITE THIHIHIS DOWN!! YOU!! YOHOHOJOU FREAKS!!!"

"*Gasp* Keith! Did you j call your teamates freaks?! You know what comes next after being so mean to other people???" Shiro started wrigling his finger fast on the mullet's ribcage, side to side.

"No! Ihihjhi Don't!! Shihihihiro!! It huhuhuhurts...." Keith whined, but went back to his usual laughter after his brother figure targeted his sides.

"Guys? You wanna join in on this?"

"YEAH!!" Pidge and Hunk sat on both of Keith's legs, Pidge kneading his knee, while Hunk squeezed his thigh.

"GAHAHAHAH THIS IS TOHOHOHO MUCHHHH!!!" The red paladin started feeling hot and sweaty, he was coughing his lungs out, and there was no sign of him breathing normally, so the other paladins decided to give him a little break.

"Hey, Lance, you wanna get in on this? I thought u would want to considering he's you enemy..." Shiro looked up at the blue paladin, he knew what was going on. Lance didn't want to tickle Keith in fear that he wouldn't stop even if everyone else did, only bc Keith looked so cute and vulnerable in that position, so he decided to sit out on the sidelines.

"No, sorry Shiro, I'll sit out on this one."

"Suit yourself."

5 minutes break, and they went back to their usual torment.

"Ohohohokay, Ohohohakay!!!! Guhuhuhys, I'm done.... I've hahahahd enough..."

With that, Shiro motioned to thenother two to get off of him, letting Keith lay on the ground all sprodawled out, heaving and panting.

"Damn you, Shiroooo..." He said to himself, wanting to get revenge, but then again, the black paladin was not ticklish.

[whltlock]

CHAPTER 5/10 ★ Masterlist ★ Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/AFAB!NB Reader, Minor Wally West/Reader

Summary: Flirtations of the Revelatory Kind. (Or: You and Jason flirt, and there's some deep confessions)

WC: 1,103

When you wake up, it’s groggily and with a slight headache. However, the fact that you’ve got two hands on a hunk means it’s not as bad as it could be. You nuzzle into Jason’s chest, wanting to forget everything that’s not solely him. You close your eyes and inhale. You hope his scent has rubbed off on you and will keep you company in the moments where he can’t.

Jason suddenly unfurls and lets out a yawn. Tremors move through his body as he indulges in the ecstasy of a good stretch. You poke the slice of his stomach that’s revealed with it. He lets out a surprised giggle at the ticklish sensation.

His head dips to the curve of your neck and slowly rises to greet you. This time, those sea-green eyes know all the ins and outs of who you are. It’s a relief. It’s safe. It’s also a little scary because what now?

“You’ve been making me sleep out there when you’ve got a bed this comfy?” he chides, his voice caught on the coarseness of sleep.

“I didn’t make you,” you retorted. “You refused.”

“Yeah, well. S’mine now. Get lost.” The corner of his mouth curls.

You grab his chin. “I might be retired, but I can still kick your ass.”

He bites the webbing between your fingers. “Love to see it,” he says insolently. You push your hand into his face as you try not to laugh.

“Not happening now since you’re into it.”

“I can work with whatever you give me,” he grins slyly. You turn away with a noise of disgust. In response, he presses against your back and noses along the skin of your shoulder. His breath tingles. “If you act like that, I won’t be making you breakfast,” he pesters.

You scoff. “I’m the one buying groceries. You owe me more than one meal a day.”

“Fine, we can share the bed,” he concedes.

You roll over, indignant. “You had time to practice your stand-up skills in Hell, huh?”

“Gonna ignore the fact that you’re making light of my death ‘cause you had a nightmare,” he drawls.

You roll your eyes. “Go make breakfast.”

“Alright.” He hovers for a beat, and you wonder if he doesn’t know what you want to eat. Before you can prod him, he asks, “You, uh… still need six kisses a day?”

The question makes your heart leap. You attempt to contain it. “It’s eight now. Inflation, you know.”

His mouth twitches. “Right.” Tentatively, he slides forward. You meet him halfway. The kiss is soft and doting—but you’re hungry, so your tongue swipes into his mouth. You don’t mind the sourness of sleep because it’s him.

Jason dips lower, forearms framing your head so he can match your desire. One of your hands wraps around his neck while the other catches his wrist. You pull him into you with the irresistible desire of being crushed. His lips glide over yours, wet from your probing tongue. The rumble that reverberates from his chest is intoxicating.

Eventually, you have to tilt back to breathe. He pants similarly as he rests his forehead on your collarbone. “You sure we got time for seven more of those?” he asks.

You pout. “Didn’t know you had such a busy schedule.”

“I’m a wanted man,” he says. He lingers above you and you see the smirk that sits pretty on his face. He pecks your forehead. “I’ll try my best, though.”

“You asshole! You sunk my battleship again!”

Jason hurls back, “Stop picking the same damn spots then!”

Frustrated, you push aside the game and clamber upwards. You throw yourself at him, just barely avoiding the table. He laughs as you both crash into the floor. It aggravates you further. You knee him in the gut while he tries to subdue you.

“You’re such a bad sport,” he grunts, as if he doesn’t often have the same reaction. “Roy’s been letting you win, huh?”

“Has not,” you retort childishly. You roll over so you can sit on top of him.

A smile pulls at Jason’s mouth. “Definitely has.” His eyes drop and his hands find your thighs. You grab them and force them to the floor.

“Don’t think you can sexy your way out of this,” you scorn.

He manages to sit up on his elbows even as you grapple with his shoulders. “You think I’m sexy, huh?” His arms slither around your waist and yank you towards him. His lips almost brush yours as his eyes flick over your face.

You stare back, lost in the appetite of his eyes. His grip tightens, causing his mouth to sweep over yours. “Text Roy. You’ll see I’m right,” he whispers against you.

You blink, urging yourself to catch up. Once you do, a perturbed noise launches from your throat. “Dickhead,” you scoff as you break away.

Jason has the nerve to be cocky: “Wrong brother, babe.”

Jason’s loose-limbed in the chair that sits across from your bed. He reads a book he’s borrowed from the library. You lay back, suddenly distracted from your phone. “Hey, Jason?”

He looks up with a hum.

“Thank you,” you say timidly.

His brow furrows. “For what?”

“For everything. For keeping me company. For being you.”

He blinks, then closes his book. He sets it aside as he rises from the chair. You watch, nervous, as he pads towards you. He sits down at your feet, hands on your knees. There’s a moment where he just looks at you, reacquainting himself with the lines of your face.

“I know, uh, that you’re probably not ready to hear it. But… just listen. You don’t need to say anything, alright?” he says. You stare back, then nod slowly. He looks down at your hands, touches them, then meets your eyes again. “Nothing’s changed for me. I’m still in love with you.”

It hangs in the air.

“Even if I’m different?” you whisper once the gravity of it takes hold.

“Even then. I’m proud of you for not stagnating.”

You glance at the floor as you try to process it. “And you… like me?”

“Like you a lot,” he murmurs with a soft smile. “You’re a real laugh, sweetness, and smart as hell. Even if you’re a brat sometimes.” Jason laughs when you shove his shoulder. “Yeah, just like that,” he says.

You fight a smile. “You’re just as much of a brat.”

“I know.” He brings your hands to his mouth to kiss. “Thank you, too. For helping me adjust.”

You cup his cheek. He leans into it. “How could I not?”

A/N: folks remember to take inflation into account when you stocktake the kisses you're owed 👏👏

ALSO, thank you to everyone who has reblogged with nice comments/tags. soo cute and appreciated tytytyty 🥺♥♥

[blackjackkent]

Lord Huron prompts, any one of those for an oc of your choice:

🌟 prowling the night raising hell with the boys

🌟 where can you go when it’s all in your head?

🌟 was everything you said just a lie?

(Lord Huron Lyric Prompts)

Ty for the prompt! Hmmmm an OC of my choice... let's go back to the OG OC who I haven't written in forever, and talk about she got that scar that she had on her face in ME1. :D

Jenna Shepard - prowling the night raising hell with the boys.

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“You’re a fuckin’ dumbass, you know,” Ace says.

Jenna scowls, squinting at him through eyes swollen with bruises. “Yeah? That’s not new. Been a dumbass the whole time you’ve been with the Reds; never seemed to bother you before.”

“Don’t dodge the conversation,” he says irritably. “You know what I mean.”

Jenna’s nose twitches as a ticklish flow of blood drips from the slash across her face. The movement pulls at the torn skin and makes her wince. “I knew Finch was gonna try and thrash me,” she mutters defensively. “I didn’t know he was gonna pull a knife.”

“It’s not about the knife. Jenna…” He sighs, twisting the seal open on a medi-gel capsule. “You know why he wanted to kick your ass, right?”

“Yeah - ‘cos he’s jealous.”

“More than jealous. He’s pissed because you’re gonna get off-world and he’s never gonna amount to shit. And he wanted to fuck you up so you wouldn’t be able to go.” Ace glares at her. “And you almost let him, just because you wanted a fight.”

She’s never seen him like this. Ace is always the one in the gang with a joke and a grin; half the time he’s laughing even when they screw.

“I always want a fight,” she says, puzzled.

“No!” he snaps. “You don’t. Not right now. What you want is to stay fucking alive three more days. Then you get on that ship, and you go to bootcamp, and you get to be somebody. And you don’t miss your chance cos you lost an eye, or your jaw got broke, or you let Finch slice you up.”

She knows he’s right, and it pisses her off. “I didn’t know better, I’d think you were looking forward to me leaving,” she says sullenly.

His head snaps back, and his expression goes from angry to hurt - and then back to angry again. “You fucking know that’s not the case,” he says coldly. “You think I want to lose you?”

Something seems to grip around her heart and squeezes it. “I know,” she mumbles, looking away, wiping distractedly at the sheen of blood settling on her upper lip.

For a moment she thinks he’s going to walk away. Then his shoulders slump and he sits down next to her, handing her the gel capsule. She squeezes it so the viscous blue liquid oozes out into her palm, and starts rubbing it along the deepest part of the cut until the pain eases.

He rubs his thumb absently at a stain in his torn jeans. “I’m never gonna get out of Chicago,” he finally says quietly. “Let alone off this whole hunk of rock. But you are. And I love you, so I gotta let you do it.” Again that scowl, tightening his face into hard lines that don’t seem to fit there. “And if I gotta do all that, the last thing I’m gonna do is let you fuck it all up for yourself. But don’t you make the mistake of thinking I like it.”

She hisses out a breath through her teeth. “The fuck am I gonna do up there in the Fleet without you to tell me when I’m being an idiot?” she says with a crooked grin.

He grunts, and then laughs, and that sounds more like Ace, although it’s a humorless laugh, dark and tired. “I reckon you’ll find someone else to do the job before long.”

[astheskycries]

What’s Ari’s take on tickles? He doesn’t seem to have much? Both playful and sexual? Or playful leading to sexual?

Oh absolutely! I'll do a brief overview of his favorites for you, because our sexy hunk is definitely a fan of a little tickling.

Playful

Ari absolutely loves to be playful with you, from teasing to wrestling to of course tickling you to see you squirm and hear your laugh.

His main goal is just to see you happy and smiling, it gives him a sense of reassurance and pride to see you happy and comfortable around him

Knowing you love it when he decides to tickle you into submission and roll around wrestling is just a bonus

... that usually leads to other activities 👀

Sexual

Ari is a man who knows what he wants and doesn't let anything stop him, and that includes the bedroom where he has complete control

Tickling in the bedroom typically starts off being playful, but it isn't hard to notice when it's a means to tell you he wants you at his mercy.

Sometimes it's simple tickles and teasing touches while he worships your body, making it clear that he adores you

Other times you're tied up- sometimes able to squirm, sometimes completely immobile with only a safe word or signal for you to show you're done- where he can absolutely go feral, abusing every inch of ticklish skin and leaving you a begging, pleading mess of sweat and tears and arousal

Overall though he's still extremely attentive and never pushes you to do something you're uncomfortable with, so you will never need to fear him abusing his power

He's also amazing at aftercare, and his favorite thing to do is massage your body after a session where he can help soothe your nerves- and get to keep hands on you, of course

[phiixomath]

02. movie

masterlist.

The movie is halfway through by the time Lance finishes with his shower and skincare routine. He slips into the viewing room, quietly as he can, toward his usual seat beside Keith on the couch. Keith's arm slung across the back, and it feels almost inviting with the way he's pushed against the arm of the couch, sitting relaxed with one knee drawn to his chest and the other folded under him, his intent gaze softened under the glimmer of the projection.

Lance slides in next to him. He sighs from the immediate warmth but Keith's so engrossed in the film it takes him a second before he glances to his side. When he does, his lips quirk in a smile. He undoubtedly sees the stretch of couch Lance has left untouched but shifts so Lance can lean into his chest. 

Lance has gotten almost expectant of their routine: Keith will wait for a moment where everyone else is present though occupied, perhaps even distantly aware of the pair's close proximity, before he'll gain the courage and initiate contact. Lance guessed he'd prefer being in one of their rooms, someplace no one besides Lance is there to see him at his most loving, but it's almost like he becomes shier when it's just the two of them.

They haven't told the others yet—partly because there's nothing to tell, and partly because... well, there's nothing to tell. They're still Lance and Keith, and, if Lance were to guess again, he'd wager most of the team can see the way they feel about each other. Or, at the least, the way Keith feels about him. The guy isn't nearly as subtle as he believes himself to be; Lance enters the room and Keith instantly brightens to the point it's a little funny how huge a confidence boost it is. They train together frequently enough to climb the leaderboard, always end up being the first or last in a room together, pair up for every mission, and sit next to each other at meals.

In fact, it was during a meal when Keith first reached out.

Everyone was eating, idly talking. Pidge brought up a function they'd discovered in the Altean technology they were messing about with. The team listened in fascination, and while Lance, too, paid attention, he also needed a way to expend excess energy and thus took great pleasure in poking and prodding Keith's hip under the table. Keith wasn't irritated, but Lance knew he was at least somewhat ticklish. He bit back a smile every time Keith shut his eyes to keep from bursting, swore he could hear the mental repetition of 'patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields focus' until he finally grabbed one of Lance's hands. Keith raised an eyebrow as if to challenge Lance from protesting, but all he could do was stare back wide-eyed.

The others snickered at Keith holding their hands somewhat awkwardly in mid-air, but the topic was quickly pivoted to the upcoming mission. Lance averted his gaze from Keith's, as well as the plethora of questioning and suggestive looks Hunk and Pidge threw their way, and Keith dropped their hands under the table, well out of the team's view.

They might've seen the resulting whirlwind of emotions play out on Lance's face, but what they didn't see was Keith slowly lacing their fingers together. Lance momentarily froze before he remembered Shiro was still talking and that he needed to, at the least, look like he was paying attention. 

They'd held hands before, during a mission or training session, pulling the other up when he fell, got injured, or when their hands brushed and Lance had to pretend it wasn't as monumental as it was and remain on task. In this case, listen to Coran relay the most important cultural norms of today's target planet, though all attempts to do so were thrown out the window the moment Lance feels Keith's hand adjust around his. Like he was consciously thinking about Lance. Like he meant for their hands to stay together. It might've been that he just didn't want to let go and risk Lance going back to poking him, but... that just didn't seem to be the message from the way Keith held him.

Biting his lip, Lance took a peek. 

Keith appeared much the same—far less affected than Lance was certain he himself looked—but, upon closer inspection, wore a soft smile. Lance stilled, uncaring whether the others would look their way again, until Keith looked back. His eyes met Lance's and his ears reddened, though his hand stayed in Lance's. Lance found himself grinning back, just in time to nod in agreement when Allura asked for their stance on the current plan of action. 

Later, after they reconvened in front of the hangars, Keith approached him again. 

"Hey."

"Hey," Lance responded, feeling his heart quicken as Keith moved closer. "We're all good, right? I'll get in with the help of your handprint, work my magic with the ambassador, while everyone dismantles the warship that's set to depart tomorrow." Keith nodded. He listened with his head tilted and it felt particularly disarming, except for when he glanced downward. Lance raised his eyebrows like Keith had when they regained eye contact, only this time clearly teasing. Keith suppressed a smile but looked down again and this time Lance followed. His expression was earnest when his hand twitched toward Lance's. 

Is that really what this is about? Lance thought, reaching forward.

He brushed Keith's fingers with his and, once again, felt the air rush from his lungs when Keith solidly clasped his hand. His expression turned to one of determination and Lance pursed his lips from how adorable it was. 

"What?" Keith asked, his voice mesmerisingly low. Lance shook his head, eyes darting around the hangar. The others didn't pay them any mind, they stood in various huddles a few feet away, but Lance felt positively exposed from his smile and the laugh threatening to spill from his lips. Keith was also starting to look amused. He chuckled when Lance swung their hands to try and distract from the heat climbing his neck. 

"Ready, everyone?" Despite everything, Lance half-expected Keith to snatch his hand away when Shiro turned to address them. Instead, he separated only after a squeeze, barely moving a foot further as Shiro re-briefed everyone. Lance felt unbelievably light.

His stomach swooped, much the same way it does now as he sinks against Keith's chest and shimmies so he’s cozily facing the screen. The residual tension from today's mission uncoils from his shoulders, no match for Keith's pleasant, furnace-like warmth seeping in from his chest and the arm he's crossed over Lance. 

Keith clears his throat and Lance looks up at him in question. Keith must assume he’s uncomfortable because he shifts again, this time bringing his leg out from under and moving it to Lance's side so, when Lance leans against him again, they're pressed even closer than before. Keith sucks in a sharp breath. Lance resists looking anywhere but straight ahead until he's confident his heart isn't racing.

“Are you okay?" He whispers. Keith hums. 

"I'm good." He brings his arm back around Lance and relaxes ever so slightly. "This is nice, but I have to say you're freezing." 

"Not everyone can be an oven of a human." 

"Oh, am I too hot? I can—" 

"No, no, no." Keith makes to get up but falls back when Lance doesn't budge. Lance blushes, grateful at least that the others are out of earshot. "Uh, you're good, just—" He cranes his neck, stuttering when his nose strokes the underside of Keith's jaw. 

"What?" 

"Do you wanna go to my room?" It surprises even Lance when he blurts it out. Keith blinks, his expression unreadable under the faint glow of the projection, but his eyes are focused on Lance's and it compels him to continue. "It's nothing bad! I just think we should talk, you know?" Keith slowly starts to nod. 

"Okay." 

"Yeah?" Lance sits up, eyes searching Keith where he can. 

"Yeah, let's go." He starts to smile. "You sure you don't want to finish the movie?"

"I've barely been watching." That prompts a laugh and Lance joins in, breathlessly. 

Lance gets up first, pulling at the edges of his shirt. He catches Hunk's eye and bites back a smile. His questioning frown quickly turns into an exaggerated gaping jaw when Keith stands up, too, and they scuttle out of the viewing room before he can ask any questions.

It's surreal, stepping out into the castle during its night shift, like leaving theatres back on Earth and feeling like something had shifted. The door gently whooshes closed behind them but they linger in the hallway. He's rooted to the floor when he turns around and sees Keith, his hair disheveled from the repeated rearrangements on the couch, his incisors peeking past his lip, eyes shimmering under the pulsing lights. Lance lets himself beam and takes a step toward him, unable to look away. 

Before Keith can do or say anything, he offers his hand. Keith chuckles and gladly takes it. 

[achillestickler]

Here's the info on the latest updates at AchillesHeelArt!

Last week Will Smith made a long overdue and Oscar-worthy appearance in the dreaded "Box of Shame". After the slap heard 'round the world, a little tickle punishment was definitely in order. And who better to dish it out than the slappee? Also that week, a look back at "Newly Ticklish" in which the Gunsmoke hunk gets roped and foot tickled by a young woman from the show. Everyone loves a ticklish cowboy.

This week I drew a special commission for a longtime member of my site. He wanted to see the live action Prince Eric being tickle tormented by King Triton in an effort to get him to agree to stay away from Ariel. I just had to title this one "Poor Unfortunate Soles". Also this week, a look back at a f/m drawing from 2012 in which a "Hippie Chick" mummifies and foot tickles a young man who made fun of her.

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[mythica0]

Hey um- do you do headcanons? If so, can you please write headcanons for the 15 POVs of the main WoF series?

ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO HEADCANNONS! Sorry for yelling, this is my first ask and I’m exited! This is long, so buckle up!

Okay, so we’ll start with the DoD’s

Clay:

He is a switch! He loves to cheer up his friends, especially if they just fought. However he likes being tickled too!

As a ler he’s very soft . Always making sure the lee is okay with it, making sure there’s some sort of sign for when they’re done. He loves to use gentle pokes and is a very sweet teaser. He tends to use complements to tease. For example: “awww your laugh is so cute!” Or “there’s no need to be embarrassed, I think it’s awesome!”

As a lee he’s very giggly. His laugh is very deep and tumble too. His friends love to tickle him when he’s talking about food to much.

Tsunami:

She’s a ler! Her main target is glory(because she’s so sassy) abut she enjoys making all her friends laugh! She dosent mind being tickled, per say, but she definitely prefers to dish it out. Her favorite teasing method is to pretend like she dosent know she’s doing anything “You think this is FUnNy” “why are you blushing?” “What do you want me to stop doing?” Etc.

Glory:

She’s a lee, even though she’ll never admit it. She’s a very bratty lee too. “You gonna laugh, huh?” “MaYbe if YoU wErE beTtEr At ThIS “ and there’s one thing she doesn’t like about being tickled. She can’t stamp her emotions down so they don’t show on her scales. “Awww. Your amused! Your scales are all yellow!” “Oh! Your scales are turning light red! Are you embarrassed?” I can imagine DeathBringer (aka Murderbasket. [I recently read dragon slayer don’t mind me for hyperfixating]) tickling her to get her to admit things . “You know you love me” etc.

Starflight :

He is a lee! He’s very shy about it though. “Nohohoho, don’t tehehehase mehehe” escpecially after being blinded , he needs the laughter in his life. And YOU KNOW fatespeaker is going to provide that for him.

Sunny;

She’s a ler-leaning switch! She loves to make her friends laugh. Her favorite teasing method is baby talk. “Is the tickle monster gonna getcha? Huh? “ “who’s the cutest little dragon? You are! You are!” As a lee she’s very soft. Has very quiet laughter. No protesting, just limp. CANNOT handle anticipation.

Moon:

She’s lee-leaning switch! She can always tell when her friends are in a lee mood, even without her mind reading. And will act on them. You wouldn’t expect her to have loud laughter, but she does. She gets flustered extremely easily, very weak to baby talk.

Winter:

He’s a lee. He will never admit that, not even to himself. He refuses to acknowledge his lee moods, but luckily unluckily , moon always notices. She’s very suprised that he’s the one who gets them most often. Winter will pretend he hates it, but his friends know better:)

Peril:

She dosent like the tickling thing. Considering she can’t be tickled or tickle others, she never fell on to either side. She’s content to make her freinds laugh in other ways. A personal headcannon of mine is that after the MUSHROOmS aNd MOnGOosEs thing, she hunks random things loudly sometimes to make moon laugh ;)

Turtle:

Surprisingly, or maybe not, turtle is a ler! Considering he doesn’t like getting attention, and being a lee requires getting physical affection, it makes sense to me. His favorite lee is kinkajou, unsurprisingly, he’s very slow but rough at the same time.

Qibli:

He’s a ler! He’s very methodical and observant. His favorite teasing method is to make casual observations. “Wow, you’re really ticklish here“ “oh! Your laughing pretty hard!” Etc. His favorite lee is winter. And moon, on occasions . He loves to tease winter like this; “Wow! Queen glaciers nephew taken down by just some tickles!”

Blue:

He is a very big lee. He’s not embarrassed about it either. He’ll just walk right up to cricket and be like “tickle me, please?” And she always does:) he’s very weak to nibbles, especially on his antennae

Cricket:

She’s a switch! She loves to tickle blue and bumblebee, but loves to be tickled by sundew and blue on very rare occasions. Her favorite teasing method is positivity “wow, these wings are so pretty, let me feel em’!” And of course, asking questions. “Ooh! Is this your most ticklish spot? Where else are you ticklish? Did you just giggle harder? Does my teasing get to you?” Etc.

Sundew:

Sundew is a ler , through and through. Lots of punishment tickles from this one. She definitely uses her leafspeak to help her out. She dosent really tease verbally. She kinda jus t looks at you and hold her claws against a tickle spot, not moving.

Snowfall:

She’s a slight ler. She dosent really tickle anyone but mink and lynx. She’s very playful about it, to.

Luna:

Luna is a switch! She loves to tickle blue, because, Y’know, siblings. Her and swordtail get into a lot of very aggressive tickle fights.

That’s all!

[switchesandcream]

Speed dating but it’s you, naked in a tickle chair, getting destroyed by some cruel gym bros who are fucking destroying your feet with hairbrushes and baby oil, drilling your pits with their dexterous fingers, and worst of all fluttering a feather duster all over your reluctantly growing cock and balls as you shriek and moan.

The premise is that every two minutes a girl comes in, watches you getting broken like the little bitch you are, and sees whether she’s into it. at the end of the evening the girl who was the most into it gets to take you home.

But that’s not what happened. Every woman who saw you could not get enough of what they saw. Watching you pant and thrash, sweat glistening on your nude form, howling laughter getting higher as one of the burly men focused on a particularly ticklish spot below your tied toes. Every single woman that night wanted more than 2 minutes of watching. In the waiting rooms before and after the ‘date’ gossip was spreading about you, how fucking pathetic you looked getting broken by three hunks, how fucking hard you were getting like a horny puppy. Mocking you, laughing at you.

Every woman was so turned on by your pathetic, ticklish show, that the initial game was ruined. How could they determine who was the best suited when everyone took such great pleasure in watching?

So they changed tack.

Every woman gets a ten minute slot to tickle the code word you are given out of you. They drew straws to get their time slot, earlier or later. The middle slots were more coveted. You’d be exhausted by then, but there was less chance that someone got there first.

So the night commenced, every woman giving her all in tickling the fuck outta you, the gym bros at her disposal if she needed some extra hands. You were blindfolded by this point to make it fair, but smirks were on every one of their faces as they hammered at your resolve, long nails scribbling at your inner thighs, your nipples, abs, feet, neck, cruel jabs about how weak and ticklish you are slithering in your ears.

Officially they weren’t allowed to make you cum, but oh boy did they come close. Your cock was red and throbbing by the end of it, pulsing with need that couldn’t quite be given with just feathers fluttering up the length and around the head.

You broke (of course you did), eventually, during the session of a woman called Sandra. “Appalachia!” You cried, the pitiful weakness in your trembling voice just made the ladies laugh even harder. Good choice, puppy. Sandra has a lot of experience, and an at home dungeon you’ll be getting very, very familiar with.

But Sandra was only slot #19. We wouldn’t want the other women to feel cheated. They’ll each get their time to tickle you, all 21 of them, and then you can go home to your new owner.

But, hey, bud, whaddya you say we get rid of that ‘no making him cum’ rule from now on? No need for fairness now that Sandra owns you.

Think you got 21 orgasms in you, son?

No worries if not. A spent cock is just as ticklish as a hard one.

Let’s get started, shall we?

Jesus, this is way more detailed and extensive than I expected an anonymous ask to ever be. But bravo, I love the concept, and you clearly have a knack for writing. Hot stuff.