#ticklish!lance

[iamurpaladin]

Everyone thinks lance would be the ticklish one but. Guys. Lance has a fuck ton of siblings. Lance has developed tickle immunity out of necessity. Its keith, who spent most of his life without positive touch, who's probably extremely touch starved, who is the most ticklish.

You can completely incapacitate him with tickling, but he can completely incapacitate you from kicking so be careful.

[checopereez]

where the f1 drivers like to kiss you

lance stroll

on your hairline. lance loves how soft your hair always is and he likes the way you giggle when his breath tickles your scalp.

max verstappen

on the lips. max is a simple man and he likes it best to kiss your lips. besides, your lips are just so irresistible.

charles leclerc

on the neck. you love to be kissed on the neck just as much as charles likes to kiss you there. it's something very intimate for you two and it always makes your stomach tingle.

carlos sainz

your hands/fingers. carlos loves to take your hands in his and put his lips on your fingers and kiss every single one of them.

oscar piastri

on the belly. you are very ticklish there and oscar just loves to hear your laugh, so he doesn't shy away from kissing your belly every chance he gets.

[ssentimentals]

sweet, sweet morning {fernando alonso/lance stroll}

pairing: fernando alonso & lance stroll

rating: mature

prompt: Lance softens, smiling widely at Fernando as he settles himself comfortably on top of his hips. He moves back and forth, sliding over his shaft in a teasing manner, igniting the fire in both of them even more. ‘Anything?’ Lance asks, knowing the answer very well.

‘Anything.’ Fernando promises.

warnings: nsfw! (minors dni!! or i will do something bad)

Fernando rarely dreams; Morpheus is not kind to him in that regard. When he was younger and sleep did not come easily, his dreams were haunted by bloody images, heartbreaking sobs and gut-wrenching violence. They disturbed him to no end, made him get up restless and with zero energy, heart heavy with guilt. But with age everything changed: sleep started finding him quick and easy, guilt lessened and stopped turning his entire existence into a nightmare. He still dreams rarely, but when he does, now they are filled with warmth. With beautiful brown orbs and full lips. With spotless skin and loud laughter. With wet tight heat and skillful tongue. With – Fernando squirms, frowning. It feels good, almost ticklish. He is always on high alert, but he lets himself have lazy and uninterrupted mornings when Lance stays the night. And Lance did stay the night – Fernando automatically reaches out to his right but finds nothing. Slurping sound echoes in the room and he finally opens his eyes, understanding what the ticklish sensation was. Looking down, he grins at the black mop of the hair. His hand gently grasps silky strands, making their owner groan appreciatively.

‘Morning, amor.’ Fernando greets in a hoarse voice.

Lance looks up, most spectacular brown eyes meet his and he smiles. Well, as much as he can, with his mouth full of Fernando’s shaft. Before Fernando can say anything else, Lance honest to god winks at him and resumes his work. He hollows his cheeks and goes down expertly, ignoring his gag reflex as much as he can. Fernando hisses and gently tugs at his hair, getting Lance’s attention. With force, Fernando pulls his boy up, grinning at the way he licks his lips, eyes zeroed on Fernando’s half-hard member. ‘Wait,’ Fernando asks and adjusts his position until he’s sitting against the headboard, pillow tucked comfortably behind his back. ‘Now come here, Lancito.’

Lance grins, all boyish and charming, literally irresistible. Fernando would have kissed him, but he knows how Lance hates being interrupted, so he holds himself still as Lance crawls closer, naked body on full display as he gets in between Fernando’s legs. Lance looks at him pointedly, almost daring Fernando to break this eye contact while he carefully licks up his way to where Fernando wants him the most. He leaves small kisses on both sides of his thighs, plays with his balls – all while holding eye contact. Fernando wants to tell Lance that he won’t be able to look away even if he were held at gunpoint. Lance pulls him in with strength that has nothing to do with physical attributes; it’s something else, something much more powerful and judging by gleam in his eyes, he knows it very well. Fernando reaches out and Lance leans to his hand like a kitten, nuzzling into his palm and looking up at Fernando with adoration that is mirrored back at him with equal force.

‘Do not tease,’ Fernando chides quietly, forcing his thumb into Lance’s mouth. ‘That’s not very nice, mi amor. You woke me up and now you’re just teasing.’

Lance pops his thumb out, grinning. ‘I’m just starting.’

When he takes Fernando in his mouth, it’s heaven. It’s not new – Lance has certain oral fixation and really likes to kneel and stuff his mouth full, but no matter how much they do it, this sensation is not something Fernando can get used to. Lance’s mouth is perfect just like the rest of him – it’s hot, wet and Lance uses his tongue so skillfully that Fernando doesn’t bust quickly only due to years of experience. But what makes any blowjob of his truly remarkable is how much he loves it: Lance gets off on this, moans and groans throughout the whole ordeal. He likes to do it at his own pace and most of the time Fernando lets him, uses his hands to gently caress his head at most. But sometimes he gets impatient and forces Lance down until he gags, until his eyes water and he starts fighting under his hold. Today is not one of these nights though; Fernando lets Lance take his time. He breathes deeply and relaxes, absentmindedly carding his fingers through Lance’s hair; lets himself feel it, drift in slow waves of pleasure. It’s always good – it can’t be any other way with Lance. He tries so hard, breathes through his nose and goes deeper until Fernando hits his throat with a groan. He uses his hands, uses so much spit that it bubbles at the end, laps at Fernando’s dick like it’s his favorite candy, sucking at the top with a slurping noise. Fernando grits his teeth at the particularly hard suck, groaning when Lance takes him as deep as he can, staying there. He gags a little and only then pulls off, inhaling deeply and then instantly going back at it, bobbing his head enthusiastically.

‘Mierda,’ Fernando mutters, tightening his hold on Lance’s hair. ‘Stop, bebe.’

Lance listens, lets go with a loud pop and looks up at Fernando with a satisfied grin. ‘Getting close?’

Heat in the pit of his stomach has been burning on a low for a while now, but Fernando is not as young, doesn’t have such a quick refractory period as Lance, but what he does have over his younger love is stamina. He pats Lance’s cheek, looking at him lovingly. ‘Si, but we don’t want that, do we?’

Lance shakes his head. He leans in and Fernando lets him, eagerly welcomes him in his arms and kisses him back, tasting himself on boy’s tongue. ‘Wanna ride you,’ Lance whispers into his mouth, already swinging his one leg over his hips. ‘Wanna ride you, Nando, please-‘

‘Shh,’ Fernando shushes him, not liking the sound of desperate pleas from Lance, especially not when they are about something that he can have freely, something that’s already his by right. ‘Of course you can, bebe. Of course. Anything you want.’

Lance softens, smiling widely at Fernando as he settles himself comfortably on top of his hips. He moves back and forth, sliding over his shaft in a teasing manner, igniting the fire in both of them even more. ‘Anything?’ Lance asks, knowing the answer very well.

‘Anything.’ Fernando promises.

His hands were on younger’s waist and he slides one of them lower, circling against his rim and carefully threading it in only to find out that his finger goes in without any resistance. His eyebrow arches and Lance chuckles, murmuring how he was up for quite some time now. Fernando eases one more finger in, eyes focused on Lance’s expression. His baby bites his lower lip, sighing quietly, slowly moving his hips to get a better angle. Fernando thrusts in sharply – a small reprimand for starting without him. Lance knows how much Fernando loves prepping him, opening him up, making him all ready to take him. He doesn’t like it when he’s not given this opportunity and Lance smiles apologetically at him, leaning in to plant a small kiss. ‘You were asleep,’ he whispers, inhaling loudly when Fernando starts scissoring his fingers.

‘Wake me up then,’ Fernando whispers back, not taking his eyes off him. ‘You know how I love it.’

‘You just love making me beg,’ Lance jokes and moans, when one more finger gets added. ‘Yes, fuck. So good.’

I love you. I love everything about you is what Fernando thinks but doesn’t say. Instead, he captures Lance’s lips in a fierce kiss and pulls out his fingers to grab at his ass. Fernando groans in appreciation, squeezing perfect globes with his hands, slapping both sides lightly. Lance blushes, always gets shy when his ass is given any attention, but Fernando knows he loves it, knows he loves how obsessed Fernando is with it or he wouldn’t wear the most fitting pants and jeans, wouldn’t arch his back in a way that he knows brings all attention to it. ‘God, this ass,’ Fernando lets out, squeezing hard enough to hurt, to leave finger imprints, to make Lance shriek. ‘Lance, god-‘

‘Nando,’ he calls, grabbing Fernando’s shoulders for support. ‘Wanna ride you.’

‘Yes, si, you can.’ Fernando looks up, leaving small kiss on Lance’s temple. He slaps his right cheek loudly, sound resonates in his ears and colors skin red. ‘Fuck me.’

Lance whines and it takes him a few tries, but then he is slowly sliding down Fernando’s girth and both of them moan in unison, when he sits fully. Lance’s eyes roll over and he makes these aborted sounds like little sighs, adjusting to the size. Fernando’s hands are on his hips in the instant, gripping tight and thumbs drawing circles to soothe. Lance’s head is right there and Fernando kisses everywhere he can reach, smiling when Lance looks up, straightening up.

‘Go on, mi vida,’ Fernando whispers lovingly.

Lance preens, blush rises high on his cheekbones. He loves all per names, but ‘mi vida’ is his favorite. Something in him wants to own Fernando, wants to know that his place in Fernando’s life is all encompassing, wants him to be Fernando’s life. Something in Fernando wants to claim Lance, wants him to wear Fernando’s mark with pride, wants to hide Lance and have him only for himself. Fernando thinks that maybe that’s why they go so well together, because Lance is not that different from him after all; he is just as possessive, as selfish. Just as crazy about him as he is.

‘Nando,’ Lance murmurs, slowly lifting himself up. ‘Nando, Nando. Nando-‘

‘I’m here,’ Fernando tightens his grip on his hips and fights the urge to sink his teeth in Lance’s neck, when he drops back down. ‘Here, bebe.’

Lance nods and moves in earnest, riding Fernando hard and quick. His thighs and core flex with effort, he breathes heavily and frowns in annoyance, not being able to get the angle right. Huffing, Lance circles his hips slowly, moaning loudly when Fernando hits the sweet spot. ‘Ah,’ Fernando grins like a madman. ‘There.’

‘No, don’t move,’ Lance commands, noticing how Fernando started to pull his legs closer, obviously wanting to also help with movement. ‘I’m gonna do everything myself.’

Fernando listens and lets Lance set the pace. It changes from hard and quick to slow, to sensual rolls, to maddening grinds. Lance looks like he’s on cloud nine and Fernando is not far from him, holding himself back from rolling this boy over and having his way with him. But Lance obviously wants to be the one in charge, wants to have their naked sweaty bodies as close as possible, mapping Fernando’s chest with his hands. Fernando is not a vain and shallow man, but his ego grows tenfold, when he sees the heat in Lance’s eyes as he scans Fernando’s body, obviously liking what he’s seeing.

‘So good, Nando,’ Lance says and breaks off with a loud moan, when he picks up the speed. ‘So good, fuck.’

Fernando slides his hands up, twisting Lance’s nipples, grinning at the slight halt of his movements. His cock curves upwards, heavy and leaking precome on his stomach; Fernando touches it lightly, making Lance jerk in a gasp. ‘Don’t stop,’ Fernando tells him, wrapping his hand more firmly around his length. ‘Ride me, mi vida.’

‘Again,’ Lance asks, speeding up. ‘Again, call me-‘

‘Mi vida,’ Fernando repeats, leaning in and breathing right in Lance’s mouth. His voice is full of adoration: ‘My life, Lance. My whole life-‘

‘Fuck!’ Lance shouts, when Fernando jerks him off harshly. ‘Mm, fuck, amour-‘

Fernando grits his teeth in concentration, not letting himself finish this too early. Lance doesn’t use any pet names, but when he switches to French, it awakens something feral in Fernando, something primal, something that he’s not proud of. Lance feels so good, so tight and hot around him; he wraps his arms around Fernando’s shoulders and rides him with everything he has, whining and moaning into his left ear. Fernando kisses him because he can, because he can’t not kiss him. Lance kisses back immediately, letting Fernando take the charge but not letting up in intensity at all. It’s a miracle to not bust in first seconds, Fernando holds on because Lance always comes quickly when he’s on top and he has to see him come first before being able to also let himself go.

‘Please,’ Lance whispers, fully hugging Fernando now. ‘A little more, cheri, just a little more-‘

Fernando kisses him behind the ear and lets go of his cock to grip his hips again, knowing what help Lance needs. Mastering all strength, Fernando helps him move up and down, not moving his own legs. It’s hard not to lose yourself in Lance’s heat, but Fernando is a master of putting his own desires on the background to focus on something else. And right now it’s Lance and bringing him to peak is his first priority, so Fernando helps him move, fastening the pace because Lance can’t come from slow grind. He feels hand sneaking between their bodies and it takes four pumps before Lance is spilling on their chests, shouting Fernando’s name. Fernando moans, closes his eyes at the impossible tightness and breathes deeply, leaving bruises on Lance’s hips from his tight hold. Fuck, he’s so hard. He wants to-

‘C’mon,’ Lance urges, out of breath. ‘Want you to come in me, Nando.’

Fernando takes a deep breath. God, how can he say no to this? ‘Like this?’ Fernando asks, meaning their position.

Lance nods, hiding his face in the crook of Fernando’s neck. Fernando kisses him somewhere on the ear and carefully bends his knees, gaining more leverage for thrusts. On the first one Lance whines and starts mouthing on Fernando’s shoulder. On the second one he shudders from sensitivity but doesn’t tell him to stop, so Fernando keeps on going. It doesn’t take him much, he’s too wired up from blowjob and Lance’s heat, his short pistol-like thrusts leave him and Lance breathless; when he reaches his high, he grits his teeth and only lets out a quiet groan, while Lance moans at the feeling of being filled up.

‘Mhmm, fuck,’ Lance curses after few moments, slowly leaning back from Fernando. ‘Shit, so full. It’s gonna- spill out.’

Fernando blinks back to reality. He caresses sweaty skin on Lance’s back, becoming very aware of drying off come on his chest. He pushes Lance back, wanting more physical contact and smiles at the way his boy instantly cuddles up, not minding sweat and come. ‘Can I?’ Fernando asks, letting his hand slowly drift to where he and Lance are still locked.

‘Hm? What do you want?’ Lance asks, voice tired.

Fernando gets rid of the pillow under his back and with a bit of difficulty moves them, so he can lie back fully, taking Lance with him. He gently pushes Lance’s hips, signaling him to get up, to let Fernando slip off. Lance grumbles but listens and then gasps, when Fernando replaces his dick with his fingers. ‘Nando!’

‘Shush, it’s okay,’ he mutters, peppering Lance’s head with kisses. ‘Will clean you, bebe. You just stay like that.’

‘But your sheets,’ Lance wrinkles his nose cutely, looking up. ‘We can shower?’

Fernando kisses him instead of answering. Kissing Lance is one of his favorite things, it’s well established. Lance lets himself be kissed, leans closer to get a better angle, sighs into the kiss in satisfaction. Fernando works his fingers in and out, feels his semen slip out, swallows Lance’s moans. He can’t go again now, but he knows Lance can, so he keeps him appeased with this, playing with overstimulation, making Lance writhe in his hold.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Lance jerks, his cock half-hard between their bodies. ‘Mm, I- too much.’

‘But feels good, si, princesa?’ Fernando asks, kissing him again.

His eyes are open, he watches and drinks in every Lance’s expression, knows the exact moment when he has to add more pressure. Fernando presses on the prostate with every move and in the end just massages it without any breaks, not letting up, not letting Lance have a second of taking a breath. He cries, whines, wiggles on top of him to get away from his fingers, but Fernando is insistent; his grip around Lance is vice tight.

‘Gonna come,’ Lance whispers after some time, Lance morphed into something between pleasure and torture. ‘Uh- gonna come, cheri.’

‘Then come, bebe. Let go, mi vida. You can come.’

Fernando has never been this gentle with anyone. He never showered someone with pet names, never looked up at them, afraid to miss even a second from the sight when they reach their pleasure. He never held someone in his arms with the means to not let go. Lance spills between them with a pained groan and Fernando kisses him through it even when Lance mostly just breathes into his mouth instead of kissing back.

‘Jesus,’ Lance lets out, blinking at him owlishly.

‘Just Fernando.’

Lance rolls his eyes and hits his arm playfully. ‘Don’t start.’

‘I believe you started everything,’ Fernando chuckles. He hugs Lance tight. ‘What a nice good morning, amor.’

‘Very nice.’ Lance agrees, laughing. ‘But shower now, please.’

Fernando nods. He knows that in shower Lance will act like a sleepy cat, all cuddled up to him and make Fernando do all the work. And he is okay with that. Lance stands up and kisses him before stretching and going to the bathroom. He walks like this is his apartment, like he belongs here and Fernando doesn't think even he belongs to this apartment more than Lance does. And isn't that a crazy thought? He blinks at the sound of his name being called and follows Lance, storing that thought for later. For much, much later. 

a/n: this work is actually part of my series on ao3 (HERE), but i thought i'd post this segment here as well. what a season it has been, i'm so pumped for this two in 2025! hopefully you liked this one, enjoy! <3 - nini

check out my other formula 1 writings here

[angelatmidnight1]

God, your fics are a delight to read! So cute and orgsnic and I feel for Tav everytime, I can feel the adrenaline drum up in my chest. And I saw your requests are open!

Not to be a basic bitch, but I would love, love, love something with lee! Astarion. You know that sour, grouchy way he gets sometimes? His haughty complaining at the tiefling party, "Go away I'm brooding", teasing him to thank you and him going, "Hmm? 🤨 Hmmph. 😒 Thank you for helping me, it was very kind 😡😡😡". He really starts earning his 10 charisma stat when he's flustered or embarassed.

Could you whip up something along those lines? There's some mishap or situation that has Astarion snappy and scowling and probably playing at being mad a bit more than he actually is. Tav makes it their mission to coax him into a better mood. (Or forgiveness depending on the circumstance). It just so happens that, as they're laying on the charm, they happen to brush against a ticklish spot...

A Little TLC

Who knew that stealing the Blood of Lathander would lead to an explosion strong enough to level the Rosymorn Monastery? Tav’s curiosity got the better of them, and all of their companions made it out safely, save for Astarion. He is understandably cross with them, and Tav makes it their mission to earn his forgiveness. Sweet words and a little massage can go a long way...especially if the recipient is ticklish. 

Pairing- Astarion x Tav

WC: 2.9k

Warnings- Spoilers for Act(s) 1-2 for Gith creche.

“What in the sweet hells were you thinking, activating that lance? I was right there!” 

Tav recoiled as Astarion, brought back from the dead, shouted at them. There were hidden secrets in the Rosymorn Monastery that promised a powerful, holy relic up for grabs. Tav led their party through secret passageways and found the Blood of Lathander in all of its glowing, shiny glory. All they had to do was reach out and take it.

The next thing they knew, the entire monastery was primed to explode. Gale had teleported himself and Shadowheart to safety. Karlach managed to leap out of the blast radius through a window. That left Tav and Astarion. Tav was sprinting as fast as their legs would take them.They ran through collapsing corridors, turning wildly with no thought but escape. Astarion had been right on their heels—until he wasn’t.

They hadn’t even realized they’d lost him until they burst out into the open air, lungs burning. Only then, as the radiant explosion consumed the monastery behind them, did Tav see no sign of him.

Oh no. No, no, no!

“ASTARION!”

Their shout echoed through the now ruined monastery, mingled with coughing. He didn’t answer. That sinking, guilty feeling weighed them down all the way back to camp, where Withers waited to bring back fallen companions. 

When Astarion materialized in front of them, his clothes and hair were covered in soot. And he was not happy. 

“I’m sorry, Astarion! I didn’t know the temple would explode—I wasn’t thinking!” Tav blurted, hands raised in a placating gesture. “I just... I thought about the relic and what it could do for us. I didn’t mean to put you in danger!”

“Well, I suppose that makes up for this, doesn’t it?” He hissed, “A quick apology with a dash of whining. Never mind the fact that I was obliterated into ash all because you couldn’t keep your grubby little hands to yourself.” 

“But-”

“I mean honestly, what did you think would happen?” Astarion shook the dust from his curls in frustration. “Did you really think you’d just waltz in and take it? That all of the bloody traps were just for show? Gods! It’s one thing to be impulsive, but to be a damned fool-”

“I’m sorry!” Tav frowned. “I swear, I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Next time?” Astarion echoed indignantly. “No, no, no! If there is a ‘next time’, I’ll be pointing the all powerful weapon, thank you.” 

Tav winced at Astarion’s words. They hadn’t meant for things to go so wrong, but the sharp sting of Astarion’s anger made it harder to explain.

“Astarion, I… I really didn’t think it would get that bad,” Tav muttered, lowering their hands to their sides. “You’re right, I should have been more careful. I wasn’t thinking about the consequences, but I didn’t want you to get hurt.” They paused, taking a breath. “I never want to put you in danger. You know that, right?”

Astarion fixed his gaze on them, still looking angry, but the look had softened slightly. “I know,” he muttered. “And yet you did put me in danger and I got hurt. Blown to pieces if I’m being more accurate. If we’re going to reach Baldur’s Gate, I want to be in one piece, if it’s all the same to you.”

“You will! I promise. Next time I find an ancient relic, I’ll make sure you’re at a safe distance, okay?” Tav took a hopeful step towards him. Astarion crossed his arms, but didn’t move away. 

“I suppose that’s better than nothing.”

There was a sudden bout of silence before Tav spoke up. “Can I, um,” they hesitated. “Can I help clean you up?”

“No, you’ve done quite enough already,” Astarion huffed and finally moved out of their reach. “If you want to be useful, draw me a bath and get me some clean clothes. And I don’t want cheap rags.”

Tav slowly nodded. “Alright. Give me a moment, and I’ll have a nice, warm bath for you.” 

It took a little bit of Gale’s magic and a lot of Karlach’s heat to get the water warm. You’d already done the hard work of filling up the wooden bath in your shared tent. Now, you kept on checking the temperature, waiting for it to be soothingly warm. Once satisfied, Tav withdrew their hand, calling, “It’s ready, Astarion.”

“Finally.” Astarion entered the tent shirtless and huffed. “Took you long enough. It is freezing out here.” 

Tav stepped aside, letting him approach the steaming bath. “I wanted to make sure it was perfect,” they admitted, watching as Astarion eyed the water with something almost like approval—almost.

“Are you certain this won’t explode? No hidden traps anywhere?” 

Tav deflated. “I’m positive, love,” they sighed. “This is completely safe.”

“Hmph. As you say..” Astarion put one hand on the edge of the bathtub, waving Tav away with the other. “Now, off with you. I've got layers of dirt to scrub off..”

It stung to be abruptly dismissed, especially since they usually helped with washing his back, but Astarion was still understandably annoyed. So, with a curt nod, they left him to take his bath. 

While they waited for him to finish, their heart raced. It wasn’t the first time Astarion was cross with them. But this was something that was their fault. They paced outside of the tent, intermittently wringing their hands, until a metaphorical light bulb went off in their head. 

If he was willing, a massage was the perfect solution.  What better way to make him feel better than to rub that tension away?

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By the time Tav returned back to camp, Astarion was finished with his bath. He reclined outside of the shared tent with plush cushions underneath him. Tav eyed him from a distance. They were trying to read his face, but with his nose buried in his book, it was difficult. They approached him slowly, trying not to make a sound, but the crunching of their boots gave them away. 

Astarion’s red eyes flicked up to them. He sighed heavily. “Gods above, what do you want now?” 

Unlike before, his words didn’t carry a sharp bite. It was a grumble if anything. Tav hoped this meant that the bath had softened his anger. 

“I was hoping I could make all of this up to you,” They murmured softly. They stood a couple of paces away with something held behind their back. “If you’ll let me.”

He glanced between their face and whatever it was that they were hiding behind their back. He looked wairly intrigued. “Hm, now there’s an idea. Though you should know by now that I am not somebody who’s won over easily. So, what is it you have there? A gift? A bribe?”

“Well, maybe a little of both,” Tav admitted and brought their hands from behind their back, revealing the lavender massage oil. “I can’t stand you being mad at me. So, I was hoping I could give you a massage? You know, something to work out all of that tension?”

Astarion blinked. “Oh. That is a little…novel, I suppose. If anything, I half expected you’d bring me some wine. A couple of swigs down and I’d probably forget about all of this exploding temple business. But no, you’d rather dote on me?”

“Yes.” Tav smiled hopefully. It was one of those damned adorable smiles that he’d come to like so much. “It’s the least I can do. I expect you’re still a bit sore?”

“A bit. No thanks to you, I might add.” He huffed dramatically, looking between them and the massage oil. “But if you’re serious, and you’re not god awful at this, then I suppose I can tolerate a massage.” 

Tav brightened and cheered. Their cheeriness tugged at Astarion’s undead heartstrings, but his face remained neutral. “Thank you, Astarion. You won’t regret this.”

“We shall see, won’t we? Now, make good on your promise..” He turned so that he was laying on his stomach, letting his loose shirt slip down to expose some skin. Tav nodded obligingly. They knelt down to straddle his back, already having taken the cap off the bottle to put a few drops in their hand. They rubbed their hands together to warm it up, then pressed their fingertips where his shoulders met his back. 

They started out gentle as they kneaded into the tight muscles. Astarion initially tensed and rolled his shoulders until they found the right spot at the base of his neck. Then, he let out an almost imperceptible sigh, head tilted to the side. Tav let out a breath they’d been holding and chuckled quietly. 

“Feel good, love?” They slid both hands up his neck, moving their palms in circular motions before sliding back down. Astarion gave a minimal hum. 

“Mm— you’re not—not terrible at this,”  he mumbled. He almost purred when they rubbed down his spine, careful to avoid pressing on his scars. He picked up the quiet hush of their giggle and quickly added, “Don’t let it get to your head, dear.”   

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tav chuckled. They rubbed along his back and shoulders for a few moments more before switching over to his sides. They used their knuckles to knead over his skin, and he shivered. 

Tav momentarily froze. “Everything okay?”

“Yes. Keep going.” Astarion shifted under them, clearing his throat. Tav’s brows furrowed, but they went back to massaging his sides. They felt him shiver again and lightened their touch so that they were barely caressing his skin. They couldn’t see it from where they sat on his back, but he briefly grinned. A successful perception check helped them detect the faintest giggle. Tav smiled and, not wanting to immediately call him out, decided to play along.

“You know,” they started softly. “I really am sorry about what happened earlier. I hope you can forgive me.” Their fingers ghosted over his waist, and he sucked in air through his teeth. Tav craned their head to try and look at him, but he turned his head out of their view. “Astarion?”

“Hmm?” He propped himself up on his elbows, shoulders shaking a bit, as if holding back a laugh. He pursed his lips to conceal a smile. “I heard you, Tav. Now would you shut up and let me relax?”

Tav huffed lightly. Their smile widened.  “Oh, I do apologize. How careless of me. Of course I want you to relax. I shall be as quiet as a mouse, my love.”

Astarion finally gave them a quizzical look. The way they were smiling at them now made him fidget, but he made no move to get up. Slowly, he lowered himself back onto his stomach. “Good. Keep it that way.”

Ah, so that’s how he wanted to play this?

 Tav smirked to themselves and, as promised, didn’t say another word. Instead, they doubled down on their efforts. They wriggled their fingertips ever so slightly up his sides and across his ribs. Again, Astarion fidgeted, but it was becoming more difficult for him to stifle his giggling. 

Whenever he squirmed, Tav’s fingers weren’t far behind, lightly scribbling and kneading over his skin. They didn’t hone in on any one area; instead, they leisurely went from one spot to the other. Tav’s fingers traced a slow path down his sides, brushing across his ribs and making their way back to his waist, where they gently danced over the curve of his hips. This time, Astarion jolted and belted out a loud, startled giggle. He swiveled his head to give a lighthearted glare, and Tav was already grinning at him. 

“You wretch-”

Tav laughed in earnest. They continued their gentle pinching and tickling over his hips, and Astarion squealed. His hands shot out behind him to grip their wrists, but he didn’t make any move to truly stop them. “Come on, Astarion. I just want to see you smile. You wear it so much better than a scowl.”

“You are delusional if you think you can-” His sharp words were dulled as he tittered and grit his teeth as Tav traced along his waist. “C-Can tickle mehehe into forgiving your idihihidocy!”

“Maybe. But, it’s worth a shot, no?” Tav giggled and pried their hands out of his grip. Then, their hands scampered back up his sides, finding purchase on his ribs. Astarion sputtered and writhed, giggling frantically. He tried to sit up and turn around, but Tav wouldn’t let him. They flattened themselves on top of his back and alternated between gently pinching at the bones and scritching over them. They scooched up a bit just so they could nuzzle their head into the crook of his neck. He tried to shut them out by raising his shoulders, shrieking. 

“Please forgive me, Star..” They murmured into his ear, pressing a kiss to the shell. He shook his head as those ticklish kisses continued, his high pitched giggles rounding out to laughter. “I didn’t mean to blow up the temple with you in it. It’ll never happen again.”

“GAhahaha! Oho, I’m going tohoho end you, Tahahav!” He threatened and leaned his head far enough away to avoid the ticklish kisses. So, they moved to his other ear. Meanwhile, they were still tickling along the length of his ribs. 

“But then how would I be able to say I’m sorry?” Tav laughed. After a couple more kisses on his ear, they relented, not wanting to get headbutted accidentally on purpose. They suddenly raised their hands higher and plunged them underneath his arms. Astarion arched his back and cackled. 

“AHA! Nohohoht thehehehre—!” He shrieked and clamped his arms down, trapping their wriggling fingers against him. With a sudden burst of strength, he rolled both of them over, and Tav yelped. Before he could recover, Tav hooked one leg over his waist, returning to their gentle scritches over his armpits. Astarion threw his head back in laughter, hands gripping their arms, but still not fully pushing them away. 

Tav chuckled fondly. They halted their tickle attack to bring both of his hands up to their lips, kissing the tops softly. “See? You’re beautiful when you laugh…and even more so when you aren’t angry with me.”

“Y-Yehehes, well, I’m afraid you’re not off the hook, darling.” He breathed and chased after the warmth in their touch. “In fact I think I need an even longer massage now because of your antics.”

“Oh? I can manage that,” They grinned. “Do you have any suggestions for where I should t—er, massage next? I’m nothing if not a good listener.”

Astarion leered, squeezing their hands. “Tickle me again, and you just might lose these hands.”

“Huh. Decisions, decisions..” Tav pursed their lips as if they were thinking. “Make my dashingly handsome lover laugh, or help him feel good?”

There was a beat, and Tav slowly pulled their hands out of his grip. They idly wriggled their fingers just a hair above his torso, not quite touching. He narrowed his eyes, still playful, and lowered one protective arm over the same area. 

“Tav, my love, I do hope you make the right decision..” He whispered in a low, suspicious purr. He watched their movements like a hawk and, for a moment, it looked like they were going to resume the massage. 

But then, they tentatively poked him in the tummy, and he flinched. Tav grinned a playful grin. 

“I’m gonna go with option one~” They sang, continuing to poke and prod at his belly at a pace that he couldn’t keep up with. He growled in between his giggling and tried, and failed, to grab their hand. 

“Nahahaha! Youhuhu little- ah! Nohoho! When I geheheheht my HAHAHAHNDS on youhuhu!” Astarion squealed and buckled at each poke, opting to cover his face with his hand. His face was flushed from laughing and his fangs were 100% visible, if he hadn’t been covering his face, that is. Tav laughed along with him and pressed their thumbs into his hips, kneading softly. He jolted and lurched forward, uncovering his face to wrestle with their hands.

 Again, he threw his head back in laughter, but he still wasn’t quite stopping them. He’d grip their wrists or hands and push them, though if he really wanted to, he could’ve stopped them ages ago. Tav’s heart warmed with the notion that he was having fun, and that maybe he wasn’t quite as angry with them compared to when they blew up the temple. Tav alternated between kneading his hips and running their nails along the bones, and their lover was in stitches. To add fuel to the metaphorical fire, they leaned back down to press kisses into his cheeks and ears. Astarion wheezed. 

“TAHAHA! Y-you’re sohoho dehEHEAD—!” Astarion’s shrieked threats dissolved into squealing cackles. He pushed his head into theirs as his legs drummed against the ground. Tav snuck a quick kiss to his nose with a giggle. 

“Promises, promises, my darling. You already said—” 

But before they could finish, Astarion found a last ditch burst of strength, and he lunged. Tav barely had time to react before the world flipped—one moment, they were on top, and the next, they were pinned on their back, staring up at a panting, wild-haired Astarion. He gathered up their wrists and held them above their head with one hand. Tav blinked and looked up at him with a wobbly smile. 

“Oh. Um, heh. H-Hang on, Astarion..”

After Astarion caught his breath, his slow, wicked grin returned. “I warned you, darling.”

Well, he certainly didn’t seem angry anymore. After all, he believed that the best apology was well placed revenge. 

A/N: I really hope this fic is to your liking, anon! I'm nervous to post it if I'm being honest because I was juggling this idea with another one and I finished this fic whilst sick, so I don't know about the quality. Anyways, I hope you like it. Also I love how you depicted Astarion's grouchiness through emojis- that was the favorite part of this ask 😆

[isacksteban]

First Kiss (Race 13)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (3.5k words, angst at first, just a little overthinking, then fluff, Fernandos a big sap, sloppy kissing, they're desperate, choking, daddy kink kinda, dry humping, unprotected sex, overstim) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {Now that they can be cute this is so easy to write}

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It'd only been a few days since Lance and Fernando had seen eachother so it made no sense for them to be as excited as they were but that didn't change anything.

Lance had persuaded his father yet again to book the same hotel as the Spaniard, not wanting to spend a moment away from him now that they were together.

They were together, right?

Lance hadn't gotten a straight answer, ahen he asked Fernando what they were he felt stupid, he really felt like a teenager as he looked up to the man and uttered the words.

Fernando said he was whatever Lance wanted him to be but he wasn't sure, did Fernando want to be with him? Was it just casual sex? Is this casual to him? Does he do this with everyone? He felt like his head was spinning as he shoved his face into the pillow of his hotel bed.

Lance was getting bored waiting to see the Spaniard again, knowing he'd been booked a later flight so he wouldn't arrive for ages (he texted Lance 10 minutes ago saying he was 15 minutes away)

His stomach was in knots as he thought about seeing Fernando again, worried things would be awkward, worried Fernando was going to say he made a wrong choice, he felt childish for worrying about things like this. He knew Fernando was more mature than the people he'd had little crushes on, nicer than all of them too, but he couldn't stop worrying that he was going to change.

He was torn away from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door, jumping out of his bed and peeking through the peeper before opening the door to the Spaniard. He was about to pull him in when Fernando came forward, pulling the Canadian into his arms

"Missed you so much, mi vida" He whispered, squeezing Lance as the boy giggled

"I missed you too, Nando" He responded, closing the door behind them. Lance's hand found its way to the mans head, running his fingers through his overgrown hair

"How are you? Was the flight fine?" Fernando spoke, pulling away to look at him as they spoke

"I'm good, Nando, we were just texting a few hours ago" Lance smiled, still playing with the mans hair "The flight was good, wished you were there"

"Really? Am here now" Fernando hummed, hands settling on the boys hips "Why did you want me there?"

"Not for anything dirty!" Lance said, hitting Fernandos chest and pulling away with a scoff "Dirty, dirty, dirty!"

"You don't wanna go again, Lancito?" The man frowned, trailing after the boy with a whine, it was funny to see how Fernando acted away from the cameras

"I'm jet lagged" Lance lied, turning away from Fernando to hide the smile on his face

"I could help" Fernando whispered, kissing the boys jaw between his words, earing giggles from the ticklish rookie

"Later" He answered, turning to face the Spaniard who looked fairly pleased with the answer

"I can live with that" He smiled, placing his hands on Lance's cheeks as he brought him closer for a kiss, the Canadian happy to give him what he wanted this time. "You look lovely" He felt the Spaniard whisper against his lips, breaking out into giggles, flustered at the sweetness.

They got to the paddock together, walking and talking before they parted ways to get ready for quali, both of their teammates quick to notice what was going on

"So," Nico started, looking at Lance from his side of the garage "Anything exciting happen last week?"

"Uhm" Lance thought, lifting himself up onto the counter behind him "Not that I can think of"

Nico scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to Lance, mr "i'm not gay"

Fernando was pissed, he'd just gotten pole then his team informed him he was given a 2 second time penalty for some bullshit ass reason. Those two fucking seconds bringing him from p1 to p15.

His irritation subsided when he heard a cheery Canadian coming his way, calling his name in a sing-song tone

"Nandooo"

"Hola, Lancito" He hummed a response, turning around to face Lance as he pulled out the chair next to him

"So, on pole again, feel good to be back?"

"Not anymore" He responded, seeing the confused look on Lance's face "Me and Michael got a time penalty for each part so I'm p15"

"What?" He scoffed, Lance confused at the decision "What'd you do wrong?" He asked, the man just shrugging, Lance felt bad especially considering how he'd just walked in talking about Fernando being p1

"Is alright, am winning the championship still" Fernando added, feeling bad at the sight of the sad boy, glad when his face lit up, knowing Fernando was right.

The race started and Lance was off to a good start, passing De La Rosa once again and getting closer to Button ahead of him, it seemed to be going well until turn 6 when his rear wheels locked up, sending him spinning into the barriers in a matter of seconds, all he could do was groan.

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, Lance feeling like he'd heard that constantly all season

"Yep, I'm fine, sorry." He responded, getting out of the car just in time to see his boyfriend drive past

He was in his drivers room, laying on his stomach since him and Nico both retired at this point of the race.

He was about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his drivers room door, sitting up to see who it was "Huh?"

"Lancito, can I come in?" His eyes lit up, Fernando being greeted by a very enthusiastic looking Lance

"Is the race over? That was quick."

"Did not finish, they put my wheel on wrong." Fernando laughed as he stepped in, Lance closing the door to meet the man on the couch

"Isn't this your first retirement in a while?"

"23 races, yeah." He hummed as he sat down, leaning his head on the wall behind him, race suit unzipped half way down to his waist

"I'm sorry, Nando, are you okay?" Lance frowned, leaning his head on the Spaniards shoulder

"Mhm, I do not mind" He nodded, turning to look at Lance as his arm snaked around his waist, pulling the Canadian against him, planting gentle kisses on the side of Lance's face

"You sure? If you were upset I was gonna offer my help.." He whispered, head settling in the crook of the older mans neck to conceal the giggles from the feeling of the mans facial hair brushing against his cheek, leaving soft kisses near the tattoo on his neck.

"Did I say I don't mind? I mean..." He dragged out his words, resituating himself as he pulled Lance onto his lap "I'm so upset, Lancito," Fernando frowned, making eyecontact with the Canadian "It's so sad, I really wanted to do well"

"Oh, my poor Nando," Lance cooed, lips curving up as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the mans forehead, hands settled on his shoulders

"Can you make me feel better, Lancito?" He questioned, looking up at the boy on his lap, pleading eyes admiring the sight of him from above

"Since you're so hurt I guess it's the least I could do" He spoke quietly, well aware of how thin the walls around them were. After he got quiet Fernando was quick to connect their lips, done with waiting for him, it was already enough torture to keep his hands off of Lance all day that now that he could he wasn't planning on holding back.

He started slow again, gentle, not wanting to make the boy overwhlemed but as soon as he could he brushed his tongue on the boys lip, grinning slightly as his lips parted, taking it as a chance to slip his tongue in, refusing to wait before exploring his mouth.

Lance whined quietly, hands gripping tighter onto Fernandos shoulders as he took breaths between each kiss, not wanting to stop the man but he hadn't exactly gotten the hang of kissing yet.

As the kisses got sloppier the two got more desperate, Lance whining quietly as he rocked himself back and forth on the stronger mans lap, adoring the different feeling of this kiss, he liked how it felt to have Fernando somewhat manhandle him.

He was no longer being careful, no longer treating Lance as if he was glass that could shatter at any moment, he was rougher. His hands were gripping him tighter, guiding his hips as he finally pulled back, Lance whining at the loss of the Spaniards lips on his.

"Shh, be patient mi vida" Fernando whispered, turning to lean back further, liking Lance on top.

"Nando, please" He begged, seeing how quick Lance was to get desperate caused Fernandos dick to twitch, Lance grinding down as a response.

The Spaniard groaned, the feeling of Lance pressing down on him made him feel like he was on cloud nine, he knew if he kept moving how he was the boy could easily make him finish untouched. Fernando was truly in awe at how much of a natural Lance was, how quick he was to catch onto things and get good.

"Fernando" Lance muttered, leaning down to rest his head between Fernandos neck and shoulder again

"Si, Lancito?" Fernando spoke "What do you want, mi sol?"

"You, Nando" He breathed, the shorter mans eyes closing at the feeling of Lances lips brushing against his lips "Please, need you so bad" He spoke quietly, part of him scared of being caught but the other eager to know what would happej if he was.

"Okay, baby" Fernando nodded, propping himself up on his elbows as he moved the boy to sit up, wanting to look at him "Move like you were before, Lancito, can you do that for me?" He asked, the Canadian nodding eagerly as he did what the man asked, supporting himself with his two hands on his boyfriends chest as he rocked his hips, eyebrows furrowing at the friction, he'd never considered himself to be horny before but as soon as he found out how it felt to have Fernando in him it was all he wanted.

As Fernando started to guide the boy Lance couldn't stop the noises he made as a response, embarrassed at how loud he'd become at barely anything.

Fernando bit his lip, one hand leaving the boys side to wrap around his neck, pulling him down by it as if he was picking a kitten up by his scruff as he connected their lips again, Lance breathlessly whimpering into Fernandos lips as he began to move faster, deeper, body needing more.

"Fuck, Lancito" Fernando breathed, hand tightening around Lance's neck, pleasently surprised at just how receptive he was to it. "Sound so pretty, mi vida, who's making you feel this good, Lancito?"

He whined, eyes lidded as he struggled to continue, legs beginning to ache as he rocked back and forth "You, papi" Lance couldn't help himself as the name slipped out, Fernando absolutely adoring it.

The man loved knowing he was the only person to ever make Lance feel this way, the only one to ever have Lance on him like this

"Nando, please, please, need you in me" His grinding slowed down, practically stopping as he panted, the grip on his neck loosening, Fernando not wanting to stop the boy from catching his breath. It was endearing, how quick he got out of breath considering he was a literal athlete.

Fernando leaned to kiss the boys jaw, leaving wet kisses and bite marks on his skin as he pulled his race suit down more, wasting no time before pulling the waistband of his underwear down as well, just enough for the cold air of the room to hit his cock

"Lancito, need you to get up if you need me so bad" Fernando couldn't help but laugh at how quick Lance was to listen, being off the mans lap in seconds. "Take it off for me, baby, need your suit off"

The Canadian listened again, finding his way back onto him after he finished

"So good for me, Lancito, always so good for me, baby" He praised, fingers brushing over the tattoo on the boys torso, the two drivers' cocks pressed together as he waited for Lance to get situatied "Tell me when you're ready, mi sol, we need to be quick." He leaned back again, half lidded eyes watching as the pale boy moved on top of him

"I'm ready, please, need you."

"Put it in, Lancito." He instructed, hands moving down from his bare hips to Lance's thighs "Do you think you can do that for me, princesa?"

The boy nodded, quick to lift himself up and line the Spaniards cock up to his hole "Do I.." He began to ask, unsure if he was doing anything right on his own.

"Just sit, baby, you're doing great" Fernando reassured him, hands moving up and down his thighs as he felt his tip be pushed inside, the two of them breathing shakily at the now familiar feeling.

Lance shut his eyes tight as he felt himself sinking down, hands gripping onto Fernandos shoulders as he took him in fully, the Spaniard unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, seeing how Lance's eyebrows furrowed at the feeling and lips parted slightly as he panted drove Fernando crazy.

"Fuck, Lancito." He groaned, hand wandering to Lance's neck again as he leaned forward to finally kiss him, not noticing how he'd absentmindedly began moving the boy on his lap "Taking me so well. You're so billiant, mi vida"

The boy whimpered, not satisfied with the slow pace Fernando had set so he took matters into his own hands, bouncing himself on the Spaniards cock.

"God" Fernando groaned quietly, grabbing onto Lance harder as he let the boy set his own pace.

The taller boy leaned forward, bringing Fernandos hand back up to his neck, missing the pressure.

"What do you want, Lancito?" He asked, hovering his hand over the rookiee throat "Use your words, princesa."

"Choke me, please papi." He whined, his movements getting sloppier as his legs began to give out, struggling to keep a steady pace.

Fernando obliged, not going to deny Lance of something he asked so nicely for. He tightened his grip on his throat as he sat up slightly, leaving the two drivers chest to chest, their position familiar.

"Doing so good, Lancito, such a good boy for me" He cooed, praising Lance as he connected their lips again, adoring just how desperate he'd become after not having Fernando for a week.

The kisses were wet, neither of them in a position where they could be gentle, gentle was the last thing Lance wanted now that he knew how it felt to be choked and bit by the Spaniard.

Fernandos eyes lingered to his hand adorning the boys neck as he pulled away from the kiss, settling on the now red and purple marks he'd left on the boys jaw and neck, leaning forward to kiss them softly, even as they got rougher the last thing he wanted was for the boy to be hurt by him.

"Nando" He whined, laying his head in the crook of the mans neck

"Yes, mi sol?"

"I can't-" He started, practically just sitting with the mans cock in him "Need your help, Nando"

Fernando couldn't help but smile, kissing the boys cheek as he lifted him up, laying him on his back on the sofa.

"Look so pretty under me, Lancito" He purred, connecting their lips in order to contain his moans as Fernando began to move, pleased with the string of sounds that left Lances mouth as he did.

He set a steady pace, one hand tight on Lances neck as the other settled on the rookies waist, adoring the sight of the boy under him being reduced to whimpers and whines.

He parted their lips to get a better view, needing to see just how much Lance relished in the pleasure Fernando was bringing him.

Fernando loved knowing he was the first to make him feel this way, the first to hear his perfect moans as he thrusted in and out. The Spaniard adored knowing he was the best Lance would ever had.

The Canadian felt the eyes on him, whining as he brought his arms up to cover his face to hide the pink tint covering his cheeks.

"Nando" He moaned, unable to stop himself from being loud as Fernando fucked into him

"Shh, you need to be quiet, mi sol" Fernando whispered, hand gripping the boys throat harder to pull his head up "Can you be a good boy for me? You don't want to be caught, do you?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing the boy was still learning what exactly he wanted.

The Canadians breath hitched at the idea, cock twitching on his stomach as he heard the man above him scoff

"Would you like that, hm?" He cooed, moving Lance's hands away from his face "You want someone walking in and seeing just how much of a mess you are under me? How pathetic you look begging for my cock?"

He tried to respond, his words getting caught in the back of his throat, the thought of being caught causing Lance to react more than either of them thought it would.

Fernando continued thrusting into the boy, feeling himself slowly getting closer as the Canadian mewled. His sounds were so sweet, music to the Spaniards ears. He leaned down to nip at the skin on his neck, not bothering to care about the full garage on the other side of the door as Lance panted his name.

His hand left the pink drivers waist, wrapping his fingers around the base of the boys cock, knowing they needed to hurry up.

He began stroking his member at the same pace as his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his hips bucking into the Spaniards hand, head arching back as he felt his orgasm creeping closer

"Fuck, fuck Nando, I- I- God, I'm gonna..." He struggled to form a sentence, gripping onto the material he was laid back on

"Cum, Lancito, Cum para papi." He instructed, biting harder onto the skin surrounding his collarbone, his goal to leave marks on the boys skin, claiming him.

As soon as Fernando told him to cum for him he did, his load coating both of their chests, Lance prepared for Fernando to slow down until he didn't, hand continuing to stroke the boy at the same pace

"Nando" He moaned, body shaking at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, the two cumming together seconds later, filling the room with gasps and pants at they both caught their breaths

"Fuck, Lancito, Took me so well, Such a good boy for me, mi vida" Fernando spoke, praise spilling out of his lips as he slowly rode out his high, feeling how full Lance was.

Lance moved his arms around Fernandos shoulders, pulling their chests together as Lance blushed, something so romantic about just laying in eachother presence after doing something so..... so.

Fernando found a hand towel and wet it, figuring the two had laid still for long enough. He sat Lance up, whiping off the boys torso before cleaning his own

"Nando?"

"Si, mi sol?"

"I love you"

Fernando smiled, setting the towel aside now that the two of them had been cleaned off. He leaned forward, softly planting kisses across the boys face, adoring hearing the giggles that came out of him as a response

"Stop, stop, stop" He breathed, wide smile on his face as he tried to push the Spaniard away "You could at least say it back"

"Te quiero mucho, Lancito" He spoke, patting the boys hair to lay smoothly on his head as he spoke "Now, If we stay here any longer people are gonna start worrying"

"I guess you're right" The Canadian whined, getting into the jeans and team shirt he'd came in while Fernando put his race suit back on, the two walking out of the drivers room as if nothing had happened.

As if everyone in the garage hadn't heard them and were now acticaly trying to not look at the bruises on the Canadians neck or make eyecontact as the drivers left together

"I think you were a little loud, mi sol" Fernando teased, Lance hitting him on his shoulder before hiding his face in his hands

"God, Nando, that's so embarrassing!"

"You sure seemed to like the idea before" Fernando hummed, wrapping his arm around Lance as he headed to the Renault garage, needing to change before the two could go back to their hotel.

[keithkog]

GET YOUR MOTHER TO TICKLE KOLIVAN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Okay, calm down. I got this.

So this took a hot second, sorry for the wait. I did tell her to do this. Turns out he is ticklish, and I am so mad I did not get to see him lose in a tickle fight. I still see him as still a little intimidating, even after all these years. It’s hard to imagine him losing a tickle fight, even now.

Him and mom are really close now, I never thought they would be to be clear. People think the same thing about me and Lance though, so I cannot say much.

-Keith

[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

[marswasnothere]

Sometimes you gotta go back to the sacred texts (seme/yuke that is essentially repackaged heterosexuality) and sometimes the vibes do be slapping

I want Max to manhandle Daniel after he’s been in the press pen for too long, Daniel can hear the commotion behind him of “someone STOP him” “Max he only has two more interviews” and he just grins even more before he’s hoisted onto Max’s shoulder and he waves to the reporters on their way out

Sky sports interviewer: … I’m not sure what’s just happened there, I think Max Verstappen just decided that Daniel Ricciardo was done with press today, it’s certainly something we’ve never seen before. Lance Stroll, over here!

(All my homies hate Lance Stroll, fuckass paydriver)

- 🧚🏻

Daniel in the press pen being talked at for way too long, having his skills questioned and his race being scrutinised in that media safe way where its not directly an insult but hurts like hell.

Max finishes his interviews from the opposite side of the pen and looks to Daniel to walk out with him, but sees his boy is trapped and surrounded, two or three broadcasters huddled around fighting over each other to get to Daniel first. So he strides over and pats Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel is relieved to see Max when he turns around and vaguely gestures and explains he's not done yet. Max scowls. At what he's just said and at the interviewers for keeping him away for so long.

At that point, Max tugs on his arm to take him away. Daniel takes a step, only for that obligation to talk to the reporters to come back to him, and he stalls, stuck between what he wants and what he needs to do. SOOOOO Max hoists him up over his shoulder, making Daniel laugh and get ticklish as Max wraps his arms around his legs to pull him on up. He throws a little "oh well 😅" smile back to all the interviewers and gets carried off by Max.

[adobedragon]

“Pointy chin?” Lance pulled Pidge close, puffing a tickling burst of air into her ear. “Who you callin’ ‘Pointy chin?’”

“Careful. You could put an eye out with that pointy chin,” she said between giggles. She prided herself in being the sort of woman who never giggled, but he always reduced her to this.

“So says the person who has to look up to look down.” His fingers were searching for a ticklish spot on her ribs.

“Short jokes?” She rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you can do, Spaghetti Legs? Short jokes?”

“Short people got no reason…” he sang.

“That song isn’t actually about short people but instead referring to—”

“Short people,” he sang. “They got grubby little fingers.” He squeezed her hand. “And dirty little minds.”

She giggled again. Dammit! “You love my dirty mind.”

“I do.”

Then he kissed her neck and she lost the clever retort poised on her tongue.

[spottylightning]

Dexter Dias-Sherwood

Introduction

Full name: Demétrio Dias-Sherwood Nickname(s): Dexter, Dex, Dexy, Dexterino, Sexy Dexy, Sherly Gender: Male (he/they) Nationality: Brazilian Place of birth: Rocinha, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil Age: Mid to late twenties Callsign: Spots Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Fighter aircraft Squadron: VMFA-211 "Wake Island Avengers"

General Information

Personality: Dexter is a very upbeat and excitable individual, desperate to be the centre of attention and the life of the party at all times. Wild, flamboyant, rebellious and a huge flirt, he can be a little brash at times, though he generally doesn't mean any harm by it. But for his outgoing nature, Dexter surprisingly isn't much of a natural improvisor and will become quite flustered if someone does something he doesn't expect. He's known to be a persistent troublemaker, though this has gradually lessened as he has matured. Hobbies/Interests: Soccer, yoga. Likes: Partying, dancing, causing mischief, attention, chocolate and other sweets, Lance's cooking. Dislikes: Swimming, people pointing out his height, being ignored, large bodies of water where he cannot see the ground: oceans, lakes, etc. Voice: Dexter's voice has changed quite a lot over the years, though voice cracks have always been an issue whenever he raises his voice a little too high. He also has a strong accent.

Physical Characteristics

Species: Fighter jet Model: Lockheed Martin F-35B Lightning II Eye Colour: Amber Shape/Size: Dex is certainly on the smaller side compared to most other F-35s. No one is sure exactly why his growth was stunted so significantly. Notable Features: Vitiligo on his nose and underside, becoming more solid the further back it goes. Interesting Facts: • He is bilingual, able to speak fluently in both English and Brazilian Portuguese. • He has got quite the foul mouth and generally isn't someone to think before he speaks. • Likes the colour pink, especially since it goes well with his grey livery. • Has a huge sweet tooth. He'll be your best friend if you buy him something with chocolate in it. • He is quite ticklish, particularly on his chest and stomach. • Favourite sleeping position is on his back with all three landing gear splayed out in different directions. • He is incredibly flexible compared to most other aircraft, hence why he took up yoga as a hobby.

Mental Characteristics

Strengths: Bold, enthusiastic, entertaining, friendly. Weaknesses: Sensitive, easily bored, unfocused, poor long-term planner. Fears: Dex has thalassophobia due to past traumatic events. He struggles greatly with feeling like he's worth something to someone, craving validation that he's good enough. MBTI: ESFP "Entertainer"

Relationships

Parents: • Daniel Sherwood (F-35A) • Juliana Dias (AV-8B) Siblings: None Children: • Jesse Griffiths (F/A-18C x F-35B) Friends: • Mônica Reis Relationships: • Thiago Carris - former • Emeline Ravenhall - former • Lance Griffiths - current

[princemick]

which current f1 driver do you think you could take in a fight?

most of them. I think none of them can take any kind of critism or bullying and they'd fold just bc of that. physically? I'm taller then most but def daniel, charles and lance they all seem like they're extremely ticklish.

[zponds]

(Credit goes to JWBtheUncanny on Deviantart)

PreCure All Stars Crystal Freeze 9

For the Final Battle against Dr. Doom with everyone learning He was Manipulating everything from the Start involving the War for the Healing Garden, To get into Latvaria to get Revenge on Dr. Doom for Secretly Attacking the land of Hearts by using Bombs to cause Earthquakes in an effort to punish PreCure for ruining his plans of 2020, the Jerkinators and Ketchum Alliance came up with the Idea of Smuggling them into Latvaria, By placing Pretty Cure All Stars (From Max Heart to Healin Good) and the Fairies of UFO in Crystal Freeze, Being placed in Crystal Freeze will hide your thermal heat from any and all life-form Scanner, If some of you are familiar with my work so far, Being in Crystal Freeze places you in a Hibernation state and for as long as the Panel operator wished, the Process however can be Dangerous if not used properly, Aside from it being used for long distance Travel from World to World, it would be considered as a form of Punishment for anybody that's committed a crime against the PreCure Race, Before going into Crystal Freeze, All PreCure have to wear these Special Latex suits that can not just cover there privates and would serve as a Regulator for there Body Temperature, kinda like a Diving suit.

If your wondering how this was possible, You can thank KiraKira PreCure a la Mode, They've been busy recreating the Crystal Freeze chambers as requested by Cure Elder, and MLPFan053.

Here we see DokiDoki PreCure (Mana Aida AKA Cure Heart, Rikka Hishikawa AKA Cure Diamond, Alice Yosuba AKA Cure Rosetta, Makoto Kenzaki AKA Cure Sword and Aguri Madoka AKA Cure Ace).... Frozen with there Fairy Handlers (Sharuru, Raquel, Lance, Dabyi and Ai) Returning to the traditional Blacks, Been taking some liberties slightly.

(Interesting side note, When I asked my friend if Cure Elder and Cure Younger had been through Crystal Freeze Before and what it was like for them, Well, He came up with this Response "Cure Elder would say that it is a refreshing feeling. The process tingles with your entire body including the parts that are sensitive to the touch. Not only that, Cure Younger would say that the process is extremely ticklish and it could take a while for the body to settle down during the process before they get cooled off.", Which is a very Reasonable thing.... Makes me wonder if they have some kind of Immunity to Hibernation sickness)

[bubblegum-switch]

Ok what if Lance got hit with the strongest fucking lee mood one day. He plops down in keiths lap, lowkey shaking. He looks up at Keith with those puppydog eyes and asks him to "please Keith?? Please do the thing??". And like, how can Keith deny that - 🐌

oh my god please YES yes yes god i’m so glad to be back bc now i get stuff like this

also god i relate to lance lmao

missed ya snail~

[inserviceto]

He registers a brief show of hesitancy in his enemy, a step back as the man's comrade retreats in a bout of frustration from the field, before experience steadies the man once again. They both know that one of them will leave here alive in victory, and the other will remain in defeat death.

Harken exhales -- long, calm, too steady -- letting the man's words flow over him and get lost somewhere at the back of his head.

May we meet again...?

That phrasing makes him pause for a moment, body held tight in a fighting stance as his mind tries to make sense of it. Was this not a battle? Were they not enemies at each others throats?

His eyes suddenly focus in on a splash of color in the distant, gray landscape the world had narrowed down to for him. Crimson and gold, and azure; bird, stag, lion -- banners not unfamiliar to him but none he had served.

This was not Elibe. This was not him--

It was with the slam of a lance straight to his chest that color and sound finally explode back into existence for Harken. He staggers back, falling to a knee with a shuddering breath. Only now that he's come back to his senses does he feel the exhaustion in his body, the way his chest heaves for air and his limbs shake with adrenaline and anxiety.

It takes a moment too long for Harken to respond to Duessel -- something he would retroactively feel embarrassment over -- sweat plastering hair to his forehead and dripping ticklish trails down along his jaw.

He pulls himself back up to his feet properly, gaze lowered as he clasps Duessel's forearm. He's spent and a little scrambled, but it isn't...a bad feeling. There is a measure of accomplishment in putting up such a fight, even if he wished he'd been able to do so sooner for his team.

"...N-No, thank you, Sir Duessel. I...I feel I have much I could learn from your example."

Harken is defeated. Round 1 end!

Talon and Claw

BOEL R1 B3