#ticklish keith

[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.

[amazingmsme]

A Good Golly Holiday Time

AN: Extremely loosely based on the squealing santa warmup prompt featherflake & basically just my excuse to write for The Solve It Squad/How the Grunch Cribbed Christmas. Ever since I first laid eyes on Scrags I knew he had to get wrecked. Hope you enjoy, merry Christmas & happy holidays to everyone! Really gonna try to pump out one more holiday fic but we’ll see about that won’t we?

Scrags... really wasn't having a good time. He normally tried to avoid the holidays because it only served to remind him of the family that didn't want him, and that fucking Maddie girl in his dad's reserved seat was just rubbing salt in the wound. He tried to keep his glaring to a minimum.

It seems his efforts failed because his friends very easily picked up on his sour mood, and it was obvious that they were walking on eggshells around him. They were in the craft portion of the planned activities, and it felt like his friends were coddling him rather than actually checking in. It was insulting damn it, he was a grown ass man! He didn't need their condescending praise about his crappy snowflake or the pitying looks they cast his way when they thought he wouldn't notice. Well news flash: he notices everything; he's a fucking FBI agent for crying out loud!

He heaved a heavy sigh as he glued a handful of feathers onto his snowflake. Keith walked behind him and off to the side, looking over Ester's shoulder at the iPad in their hands.

"So, what's the chat saying about me?" he asked, sweeping a hand through his hair. Ester rolled their eyes as they continued to scroll through the comments.

"Not much, they're all talking about what a sad sack of coal Scrags is being," they muttered, causing Kieth to furrow his brows.

"What? No way, Scrags is always high strung and snappy, they just don't know him like we do," he tried to justify. He glanced up at Scrags, his playful smirk falling when he saw the way their friend's shoulders sagged. He slapped a handful of feathers onto his snowflake in a messy, haphazard thud onto the table. "Okay yeah, he is being a classic Grunch, but it's not like we can cheer him up." Keith caught sight of a nearby camera and flashed a smile and wink.

Ester rolled their eyes. Keith stepped in front of her to be in the camera's full view and addressed the audience.

"Hey all you beautiful people at home! Our friend Scrags is having a little trouble getting in the holiday spirit, so we're taking suggestions on how to cheer him up!"

"Really Keith? C'mon, we got more important things to do! I need all you fuck nuggets at home to donate in my name, got that?!" Esther yelled, addressing the camera as they shoved Kieth out of the way. "Think of the children, first and foremost, but make sure I fucking win when you do!" they insisted, drawing the attention of Gwen and Scrags with the shrill pitch of their voice.

"Esther, try and keep it down, it's arts and crafts time and I do expect you to use your indoor voice," Gwen said in her classic cheerful tone with a dash of condescension and and a pinch of superiority. Thankfully, neither Esther nor Keith paid her any mind as they searched the comments for ideas.

"Wow you guys really have no sense of humor," Esther muttered as they scrolled past a few particularly bad holiday themed jokes. Keith grabbed their wrist and pointed at the screen.

"Hold up, go back I think I saw something," he said, not waiting for them to comply and snatched the iPad.

"Hey, give that back!"

"In a sec!" he said, scrolling until he found the comment once more. He froze and looked at Esther with an excited, sinister grin. "I think mrsclausgiantjuggs just gave us the solution to our problem."

"Ew, Kieth-"

"No, it's a username! Here look!"

"No I don't wanna-" they stopped mid sentence as they read the comment. A devilish glint flashed in their eyes. "Is Scrags ticklish? You guys should totally tickle him, I bet THAT will cheer him up!" They looked up from the screen and locked eyes with Keith. An evil chuckle slipped out as they slowly crept over to their gloomy friend.

"Gwen, your snowflake is looking picture perfect, just like you," Keith flirted, ever the suck up simp.

She flushed and giggled, "Oh stop!"

"Scrags, buddy! Yours is... coming along," he said, staring at the mess of paper, glitter glue and feathers.

"Gee, thanks. Gwen made me do this so she wouldn't be crafting all by herself," he teased lightly. "But y'know, I think it'd look better if you did it, Esther. Or even you, Keith."

"The hell do you mean "even me?" he asked incredulously. Esther smacked him from behind, reminding him they had a goal to accomplish.

“Scrags, I gotta be honest with you. You’re acting like a Grade A Grunch, and the chat’s picking up on your vibe. Now if you don’t change that, we’re gonna have to take drastic measures,” he warned/threatened. Scrags merely rolled his eyes.

“Sorry that I’m not happy enough to conform to your cheerful holiday standards,” he quipped, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

“Well that’s where we come in,” Keith said, sidling up next to him. Scrags looked him up and down skeptically.

“I’m not really in the mood for jokes…”

“Oh but this isn’t a joke!” Esther assured from his other side, making him jump. “If you ask me, this is a sure fire way to get your cheer meter filled all the way to the tippy top!”

Scrags scoffed, returning to his half-assed snowflake. He jerked away with a squeal when he felt something soft and fluffy flutter over his ear. He looked over to see Keith twirling a feather between his fingers, sporting a wicked grin. Scrags held his arms out in front of him as a weak defense.

“Dude, no, we’re live,” he practically pleaded.

“Uh, I know. This was a fan suggestion!” he chirped. Scrags choked on his own spit, sputtering and stumbling to his feet.

“Ex-excuse me? No, I don’t believe you!”

“Oh but it’s true,” Esther spoke up from behind him, making his blood run cold.

He stared at her, completely frozen for a solid few seconds before his brain caught up with himself. “What?” he reacted with his entire body, tossing his head around to look at her, placing his hands on his hips in his iconic sassy dad pose. “Who would want to see that?” he demanded.

“I think a better question is who wouldn’t want to see that,” Gwen joined in on the teasing, walking up behind Scrags and squeezed both his hips, making him twist out of her grip with a choked off giggle. “Great idea Keith!”

“Technically all the credit goes to mrsclausgiantjuggs, but I am the one spearheading this mission,” he bragged on himself, but still gave credit where credit was due. Okay, so maybe he wanted to say that username one more time.

“No, okay, I am shutting this down, it is not happenIIING!” his stern scolding morphed into a shrill squeal when Ester grew tired of waiting and dug their fingers in his armpits. He whipped around just in time to see their sinister grin as they wiggled their fingers in the air, getting ever closer. He desperately tried to fight off the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Not once up to this point in the livestream had he been so aware of the multiple cameras trained on them. He continued backing away from the threatening fingers… Right into Keith’s outstretched arms.

Strong arms, that immediately trapped him in a very tickly bear hug. “GOTCHA!” he yelled as he pinched and kneaded his sides and ribs, launching him into a full fledged giggle fit. He squirmed around like a fish on a hook, swatting and shoving at his probing hands.

“Aww, I can’t remember the last time you looked so happy, Scrags!” Gwen cooed, placing a hand over her melting heart. She wasn’t even meaning to tease, it was a genuine observation.

“Ihihihit’s fohohorced! Gwen d-don’t just stahahand there, hehehelp me damnit!” he snapped through his laughter. Before she could answer, Esther interjected.

“Uh oh, someone clearly isn’t feeling the holiday spirit!” He shook his head, eyes wide with panic as they lunged for him. Their fingers prodded his soft belly, causing him to double over in Keith’s grip.

“Oh I’ll help you alright! Trust me, when we’re through with you, you’ll feel like a million bucks! Just like when we were kids, right Mr. Giggles?” she asked and okay this time she definitely meant to tease. It had the desired effect and had him turning a rather adorable shade of pink.

“D-dohohon’t call me thahahat!” he cried indignantly, twisting around in his friend’s hold to hide his face from the camera, and hopefully protect at least a few of his tickle spots.

He realized his mistake when Keith took a deep breath and planted a loud, sloppy raspberry on his neck.

“OHOHOHO FUCK KEITH THAHAHAT’S SO GROSS, GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Scrags’s hysterical laughter nearly blew out his mic before it tapered off into a less earsplitting volume as Keith pulled away, wiping a hand on his mouth.

“Sorry, could’ve sworn you said you liked raspberries,” he said with a shit eating grin. Scrags rolled his eyes, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, the fruit you dickwahahad!” his insult lost its edge when Esther drilled their thumbs in his hips, sending him back into helpless laughter.

“Hey, this is a charity livestream for children, watch your motherfucking mouth!” Esther yelled over him. Gwen gasped at the outburst.

“Well that’s the pot calling the kettle black!”

Esther smirked, cocking their head to the side. “Sorry Gwen, pretty sure you’re not allowed to say that anymore,” they said, shaking their head with a tsk. Gwen scoffed.

“Oh you are so asking for it!” And with that, she set her sights on a new target.

Needless to say, the chat was going wild, and they were gaining views by the second. It was a rare glimpse of the fun, bright eyed detective group they remembered growing up, and that was the greatest non denominational holiday gift anyone could ask for.

[lil-melody-moon]

@bobdylans116thdream !!! I've always thought about hugs from behind, but never took the little neck kisses in consideration, AY! *hides my blushing face*

Hugs from behind, with the little kiss on the neck

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

[eliciria]

hello love!

i saw that you write yandere material and are looking for inspiration! so if you don’t mind I’d love to request some yandere headcanons for satan from om (๑>؂•̀๑)

a/n : heyyy !! thanks so much for requesting. It's a bit short, I hope you don't mind.

whisper to the trees ... (ask box status) : open

check my about me/request rules here

wc : 0.67k words

cws : dark content, mdni! suggestive asf, mentions of kidnapping (not on you), potential smut in the end?

song playing : prayer1 by april27

Yandere! Satan headcanons

On a scale of 1-10, from how scary Satan would be compared to other demons if they were a yandere, I'd make Satan a solid 5.

I am not like Keith Lee, and I can't give that much of a rating without being a little bit biased. So I'll just try to validate my opinion.

Let's start with the fact that this man is pretty much the concept of a person who does his homework. He knows what makes you feel disgusted and what tingles your stomach in lust.

May or may not have studied human anatomy just to use it to his advantage.

Aching from school? He's already massaging the part between your shoulder and neck that makes you feel good, albeit a bit ticklish.

Someone flirted with you at school? Satan kidnaps them, syringes a lethal amount of vitamin c underneath their tongue, and leaves them out on the streets. People say the poor student died from cardiac arrest.

You were a bit uncomfortable after hearing that one. You had just talked to that demon after all. Were you next? Your train of thought was interrupted as Satan ruffles your hair, telling you to be safe. You offer him a smile, and you nod. (He watches as you walk to RAD, shuffling the syringe between his index and middle finger)

Doesn't let you leave his room, and not in the "I captured you" way that you'd imagine. Of course you have to go to school and, do the occasional meet up with those outside (Solomon checking on you), he lightly gaslights you into staying with him for the majority of your stay within HOL. (Little do you know, he may or may not have pulled some strings for you to stay with him here. You aren't leaving hell, sorry.)

Lends you his clothes, in fact, kind of pressures you to wear it. It triggers something in him, a desire. He wants to be all yours, and you to be all his. Wearing a shirt or one of his turtle necks solidifies the fact that you reciprocate this.

He knows what he's doing is toxic and wrong, but he attempts to justify it. (He is going through a crisis within himself trying to validate his gaslighting and manipulating.)

He's incredibly sweet to you, and I mean incredibly. Buying you your favorite drinks, reading to you, all that.

Follows the sidewalk rule for his life, always peels your oranges and whatever fruit you want, and always attempts to keep his anger from bubbling out.

It rarely ever works though, as he is still the avatar of Wrath. Rage bubbles out, especially if something happens to you in particular. Lucifer scolding him? Fine. Mammon stealing his books? He'll get him later. But you going missing? (You were late by 2 minutes..) He was beginning to feel nauseous, his fist clenching. He gripped the book in front of him, trying to keep calm. The ticking of the clock seemingly became louder, and right as he was about to start ravaging his room, a soft hand laid on his lower back.

"Satan?" You say softly, trying to determine whether or not he was angry. He lets out a breath. You smelled so nice. A bit too nice. He turns around. The way that he looked at you now made it seem like he wasn't fuming and holding in his barely contained anger a few seconds ago.

"Hm?" A smile on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking of, but the way that he gripped your hand after you stopped holding his shoulder, he probably needed some comfort. (You were dead wrong, he was holding in a boner right then and there.)

You hugged him, patting his back.

"Are you angry?" You mutter quietly. He blinks, before hugging you back "No, no I am not." He takes a whiff of your scent. Sweet. He suddenly gripped your waist, eliciting a yelp from you.

He has decided. Instead of ravaging the room, he'll ravage you instead.

a/n : i leave that to your imagination. reminder i do write smut, so this can continue! My requests are open, so please do request if you have something in mind! Thanks for reading.

[the-vampire-lance]

Lance dodges and laughs as Keith tries to punch him.

“Are you sure about that? There’s no way Lance hasn’t kissed you at least once.”

A grin spreads across lances face at Keith response about the girl.

“A Threat you say? What? you think I’m going to go hunt her down and do something to her? What do you take me for mullet? A creepy stalker vampire who will harm anyone who gets close to you? PLEASE… I’m way more chill than that.”

Then after Keith pulls a final punch Lance pops up behind him and hugs him from behind. He rests his chin on Keith’s shoulder and whispers into Keith’s ear.

“Gotcha!… your mine now. And now that I caught you, do you know what I’m gonna do to you?…..”

He lets that question hang in the air and sink in for a minute before continuing.

“I’m. Gonna…… TICKLE YOU! 😆”

He immediately starts tickling Keith’s ribs.

Sneaks up behind Keith hanging from the ceiling upside down while wearing a SpiderMan costume.

“SURPRISE! 🎶SpiderMan! SpiderMan! Does whatever a spider can! Spins a web any time! Catches thieves just like flies! Look out! Here comes the Spider-Man!🎶 😁

*Keith flinches a little and pulls out his knife*

Keith: what are you doing?- SPIDERMAN?!

*he looks around the hallway before looking at you*

Keith, in a loud whisper: how the heck did you get in spiderman?!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Tailor-made Love Story - Keith Howell Part 4/4

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

The moment I set her down, Emma bowed at the noble.

Emma: I’m sorry!

Keith and Noble who supported uncle: !

Emma: I was scared of being by myself…I didn’t want to leave big brother… I’m sorry for interrupting important work!

The tiny, trembling fists clutching at her skirt reflected the courage she worked up.

Emma: Big brother Keith granted my selfish wish. That’s why… Please don’t be mad at him!

The man was taken aback by the girl’s bravery and desperation.

Noble who supported uncle: I, well…

(Emma’s so honest and direct)

(Surely no one’s immune to such earnest words)

Dazzled by the girl’s bravery, I bowed with her.

Keith: I’m the one that should be apologizing. I was the one that chose to bring her to the meeting, it’s not her fault.

Emma: No, it’s my fault.

Keith: It’s mine.

Emma: Mine!

Keith: No, it’s my— 

Noble who supported uncle: Alright, enough. Calm down.

In the midst of our apologies, we were shut down with an exasperated sigh.

Noble who supported uncle: I’m…not mad at Prince Keith or anything.

Emma: But you had a scary look.

Noble who supported uncle: …I was just giving him a warning.

The man turned to me—

Noble who supported uncle: The way you bowed so easily makes me doubt how suitable you are to be our next king.

There was a hint of unpleasantness as I watched him walk away with a wry smile.

Emma: Is that uncle* really not mad at you anymore?

Keith: Yeah, everything’s alright. And it’s all thanks to you.

Emma: Is that so? That’s a relief.

I felt the tension dissipate when she smiled.

Keith: Thanks for trying to protect me.

Emma: …I didn’t want you to get in trouble because of me. Besides, I’m glad I got to apologize to the uncle properly.

(The two Emmas are so alike with how they’re always considerate of me)

(I want to get stronger…for the sake of these two who want to protect me)

With that secret resolution in mind, I clasped her small hands in mine.

--

Keith: —And that’s what I dreamt of.

Emma was relaxing in bed beside me and had listened to my story with a smile.

Keith: She had your name, plus the same hair and eye color. And even though she was just a little kid, she cared about me like you do… It was like I got to know how you were as a child.

The small hand I held in my dream had transmitted warmth when I laced my fingers with Emma’s.

Emma: I’m shocked to hear that you met a child version of me, but I’m happy you had fun.

Keith: It was fun. I wish I could’ve spent more time with her.

Emma: Hehe…I’m sure the dream version of me got attached to you. You radiate a sort of kindness that makes people feel relaxed. I feel safe just by being with you. Thank you for looking after the me in your dream.

My eyes narrowed at the smile that reminded me of the Emma in my dream.

Keith: I should be thanking you since you helped me realize something important.

Emma: Something important?

Keith: Yeah.

Emma may have been small, but she was brave and she faced the noble confidently and gave a sincere apology when she thought she was at fault.

(All of it was done with me in mind)

Keith: Both child and adult you care more about me than I care about myself… I remembered how I wanted to be the kind of man that you can depend on.

While whatever happened in my dream would fade over time, this conviction wouldn’t.

While I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb, Emma leaned forward.

Emma: Thank you, Prince Keith.

I felt a comfortable weight rest against me and a soft warmth on my lips.

(Emma’s body temperature and scent are different from the child’s, and they bring a sense of relief…)

I immediately missed the warmth from the soft touch.

Emma: You’re already a very dependable man, Prince Keith.

Keith: Emma…

The smile I’d always look down at was gently embracing me from above.

I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with a free hand and then traced the shell of her ear with a finger.

Emma: Nnn…

The way she cringed at the ticklish sensation was so cute and made me want to touch her more.

Keith: Can I…touch you more?

Emma: …Yes.

I pulled her back to me and kissed her.

A hand stroked down from her hair to her back and I kissed her more, holding her closer so that her warmth wouldn’t escape me.

Emma: Mnn…

As we continued kissing, I rolled on top of her.

I was filled with even more love as she looked at me with a sweet warmth in her eyes.

(In both my dreams and in reality…my wish is still the same)

Keith: I’ll always be the one to make you happy.

Emma: …I’ll always be the one to make you happy too.

We nuzzled and gave small kisses to each other.

As we kissed, a hand gently snuck under the hem of her nightgown.

Emma: Nnn…

As I ran my fingers over her bare skin, the sweet sounds I heard muffled from kisses made my heart quiver.

Emma: Prince…Keith…

I was pleased to feel Emma heat up under my fingers and my touches became firmer.

Emma: Ngh, ah.

(Whether you’re a child or an adult…I want you to smile at me)

Keith: I’ll become a stronger man. So please let me continue to protect your smile.

(My words, my touches, my lips—I hope they all convey my convictions)

And then throughout the night, I continued to passionately convey my feelings to the woman I loved.

*Not literal uncle.

[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

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Some Keith thoughts bc I love him and don't freaky post ab him enough

Keith was big and I want him to get bigger though unlike my feelings ab Roger and John, Keith would probably stuff himself already but try and hide it, he'd so get off on being fat I'm thinking ab catching him playing with his belly after stuffing himself and having no idea what to do bc omfg how is he so hot 😫😫 he'd be awful at hiding it and I'd wanna help him so baddd bc he'd gain weight much more efficiently if he had someone to set goals for him and track his progress and motivate him ;)) Keith would get slightly embarrassed at first but he'd def get over it fast and let you do wtv you want/not be ashamed to act like a total fatass around you (he'd eat so much so fast that you'd constantly have to be buying food and more clothes for him) also Keith would ask for belly rubs and let you kiss his tummy (also anywhere else you wanna touch him, he had the cutest thighs)

This is super freaky but Keith would love being able to crush anyone with his weight like you could js be laying in your bed relaxing and Keith would waddle in and plop himself down right on top of you making sure to shove his belly in your face, obv you wouldn't be able to move so you'd have to stay there until Keith let's you get up (also with Roger he'd do it as punishment bc he wants to make him feel weak and helpless) I'm thinking up the weight I want Keith to be bc I'm slightly obsessive over exact numbers and it makes it easier to visualize js how big I want him 🥴🥴 (he'd have a slow metabolism and gain easily so he'd reach a very high weight hehehehehe) uh also I imagine Keith having sm pretty stretch marks all over, he'd let you trace them with your fingers he'd be so ticklish and giggle the whole time tho ughfhfhfhdhfhc

I js said that Keith would like to have strength over you since he's so large but also he'd be a bit weak bc he's js so heavy 😫 he'd still have alot of energy bc I dont think anything would take that away from Keith but he'd prefer to not do anything on his own and let you be his caretaker (he can do some things for himself still but he likes it when you do it) normally the feeling of helplessness would scare Keith but you'd take such good care of him that he has nothing to be afraid of 😇 he'd turn into a massive teddy bear you'd always be getting hugs/kisses from him he'd never let you go ughhh esp after stuffing himself he'd be all over you asking if he feels/looks any bigger

Concerning clothes I don't think Keith would care much, he'd be proud when stuff doesn't fit anymore though since it means he's gaining weight I think he'd rip clothes on purpose, like letting you feed him until the buttons pop off his shirt 😫 also for some reason the thought of pants ripping in the thigh area is so sexy to me so that as well

[aquagirl1978]

Fanfiction

Be Still, My Queen (NSFW)

Tempting the Beast (NSFW)

Making the Morning Worthwhile (NSFW)

Marking You as Mine (NSFW)

Adorably Awkward

Want A Bite?

A Hundred Thousand Roses (NSFW)

My Queen

A Crown for Your King (NSFW)

The Tiger Cares

The Glasses Stay On (NSFW)

Pas de Deux

The King's Command

Just a Dream

Just Another Day

Crash Into Me (NSFW)

A Rare Treat

Torment (NSFW)

Stay

Season of Change

The Queen's Command

What a Difference a Year Makes

Kiss From a Rose

She is Mine

Twist of Fate

Read to Me

Happily Ever After

The Morning After (NSFW)

More Than Words

Take My Breath Away (NSFW)

My Yellow Rose

It Was You

No Regrets

Finally (NSFW)

Chasing Fireflies

In Your Eyes

His Human Heart

Fall on Me

A New Day

Sugar and Spice

The Exchange

Run Away With Me

Family

The Little Things

Drabbles

five more minutes

not yet

grief

bathing

fever

scars & souvenirs

white day

marks

Chats

A Trip to Wonderland (IkeRev x IkePri)

The One Where Belle Invites the Suitors to a Picnic (Licht, Gilbert, Sariel, Clavis, Chevalier, Jin)

Headcanons

What kind of undies do the princes wear? (Act 1 Suitors)

Women's Lingerie - Do they wear it and what would they wear? (ALL)

Suitors react when MC gifts them a plushie of their crest animal - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors React to a Sick MC - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Sariel)

Jealous Princes - Part 1 (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio)

Suitors Reaction to Finding a Toy in Your Room (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke, Rio, Gilbert)

Children's Books (Chevalier, Clavis)

Dream Wedding (Chevalier, Gilbert)

Grocery Shopping (Chevalier, Gilbert)

MC Reacts to Fight with Suitor (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Kisses (Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors as Vampires Biting MC for the First Time (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio)

Suitors React to Finding Out Belle is Pregnant (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin, LIcht, Sariel)

Chevalier Michel with a Lovey Dovey MC

Taking Suitor's Gloves Off (Gilbert, Rio, Chevalier)

How the Suitors React to an Unexperienced Belle (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Jin)

Suitors Reactions to an MC Who Gets Lost Easily (Yves, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis)

Suitors Reactions to Attending a Baseball Game (Chevalier's Faction)

Suitors React to an MC with an Eating Disorder/Body Dysmorphia (Leon, Chevalier, Clavis)

Chevalier with a Pregnant MC

Halloween with the Princes (Chevalier, Clavis, Nokto, Luke)

Suitors Reactions to a Ticklish MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

[ochrearia]

Tickle fight for the PoPr drabble ideas >:3c

In PoPr universe, so BF -> Keith, GF -> Cherry

Hysterical laughter was the first thing Pico heard coming back to the apartment. Immediately his skin prickled in a sense of playful danger, because there was only one thing that could be causing laughter as hard as that, and if he wasn’t careful, he would be its next target. If he didn’t want to be dragged into the mess, he could easily just not go into the room with the laughter until it was done. But also that was boring, and he really wanted to witness a hysterical Keith with his own eyes. So, putting his keys away and slipping off his shoes, he slinked down the hallway and peeked his head around the doorframe to be met with an adorably silly sight.

Keith was, in short, trapped. Belly to the bed, his face was stuck in an expression of complete mirth and ticklish anguish, fists pounding into the mattress as he screamed out his laughter. Keeping him trapped in his ‘torture’ was Cherry, sitting on top of his upper legs and grinning wickedly at the back of his head. Her devilish nails were dancing wildly over both of his sides, and her tail was wrapped around his ankles with her tail tip teasing meanly behind one of his knees. Pico shivered at the sight, butterflies starting to flutter in his belly because lord, that looked like it tickled like hell. The demoness was a wicked thing when she was hungry to hear his or the rapper’s laughter. Ruthless but still gentle. There was no telling what would’ve happened if he’d been home when the hunger struck. He almost felt bad for Keith.

Almost.

“Not so funny when it’s you, huh? Or, well, I guess it is really funny. You wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if you tried.” Pico said smugly, rounding the corner properly and entering the room.

“Fuck you- hah!” Keith shouted between his laughs, an unnamable shine swirling in the one eye he had open and trained on his boyfriend.

“Ah, he’s still defiant. You haven’t destroyed him enough yet. Go for the kill, Cherry, defend my honor.”

“Fu- wa-aha-wait!”

“On it, boss!” Cherry responded playfully, quickly releasing his legs and flipping him over from on his belly to on his back. Pushing his shirt all the way up, she gave him a few seconds to breathe before her nails touched down on the skin of his stomach- which also happened to be his death spot.

Keith, of course, lost his damn mind.

“Lower right side, right on the edge of his belly, gee it sure is such a shame that we figured this spot out, isn’t it?” Cherry teased wickedly, putting her nails to good use. “Oh, please, continue to laugh, such a wonderful, electric shade of indigo. Did I ever make mention that my synesthesia works with laughter? Ah, well, guess you know now!”

“That explains so much.” Pico snarked, having to raise the volume of his voice to be heard over Keith’s hysterics. “Always wondered why you seemed to get actually hungry to hear us laugh sometimes. I thought it was just because you were obsessed with the sound.”

“Both. Both ideas can exist at the same time and they do!” Cherry answered gleefully, very proud of herself. “Hmm… what do you think, Peeks? Think he’s had enough?”

Pico turned his gaze back to the trapped blue-haired boy, who was staring at him with such malicious intent that he knew he was going to be screwed no matter what he said. He’d already provoked him. Maybe if he was lucky Cherry would give him a ten second head start to escape into the other room before his fate caught up with him.

“No idea how long this was going on for before I got home, but he’s still breathing, so… give him a few more minutes.” Pico said finally, offering a wild grin full of mischief and nervous anticipation. “But I have a feeling I’m going to be made to eat my words the minute you let him go. Think you can give me a head start to flee before he’s on my ass?”

Cherry snorted out a laugh, continuing her evil scribbles. “I’m sure I can manage a few seconds for you… but know that I’d never pass up an opportunity to see your bright, aqua blue laughter for very long.”

“You’re so- snrk- DEAD!” Keith shrieked, still trying to escape to no avail, knowing that he’d be released in the next few minutes. He’d honestly been content to give Cherry what she wanted, but since Pico came home, his drive to be a menace was provoked into overdrive at his teasing words. Someone was going to pay, heavily.

[dualityvn]

Regardless of who’s in control of the flesh vessel, I wanna cuddle up on the couch with him, hold his hand in both of mine and trace the creases in his palm. Just to see how either of them would react.

Tenebris snuggle into you and purr. He might get ticklish from the tracing of his palm.

Keith is at risk of falling asleep like that. He's sure to have nice dreams, though.

[askthekeiths]

Keith are you guys ticklish? Asking for... reasons

-👻

We both are! He wouldn't want to admit it and... I don't particularly like to advertise it.

But we're both fairly ticklish. Especially around the waist area.

Tags: @mxrmaid-poet @veryinactice @rou-luxe @5mary5 @welp-back-on-my-bs @keithsandwich @lostsnowflake3 @a11-mynames-r-taken @sh0jun

[fanficsandfluff]

Squealing Santa 2k23: All the Maybes in the World

Fandom: Peacemaker (DCEU)

Characters: Peacemaker (Christopher Smith), Vigilante (Adrian Chase)

A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.

Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."

Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!

It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!

"Is it bad?"

"No."

"Is it good?"

"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"

"Is it cancer?"

"Adrian, what the fuck."

Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.

"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.

"That's-That's not it, Adrian."

"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.

Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.

"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"

"Who's Em?"

Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."

"Who's Emilia?"

Benefit fucking obliterated.

"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."

"I have?"

"Harcourt--"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."

Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.

"So..." Adrian scooted a hair closer to Christopher on his buddy's couch, grinning, "What'd you two get up to?"

"She tickled me."

Adrian was still grinning, still nodding his head, tongue poking out like he was hearing some sick story about his best friend and teammate getting it on together, until, "Huh?"

"I know... I didn't know what was happening at first. And I just-- reacted! Then I shut down, she asked me about it, and pssh, I barely knew what the fuck I was feeling so I booked it out of there."

"Why'd you run away?"

"Because..." Christopher's mouth was fully ready to continue speaking, but his brain stopped him short. Why did he leave the situation so quickly? From what he'd heard about it, tickling wasn't too bad. But every part of his body wanted to flee the scene the moment it happened.

"Did Keith ever tickle you?"

In a rare moment of sincere clarity, Adrian hit the nail on the head with that unidentified trauma.

Of course. When the brothers would sneak around to avoid their father, the two would do anything they could to keep their spirits up. And that definitely included a tickle fight here or there, ones that young Christopher would lose more often than not. And if dad ever found them, he'd hurl the homophobic and incestual slurs. So, yeah, Chris never thought about that in a really, really long time. Until today. Until his fight or flight kicked in because of one stray touch along his ribs.

Christopher ended up nodding slowly after what he was sure was many moments of silence as he was taken back to decades ago. Adrian even let him have these moments, which was another big win for his character.

The realization dawned upon Adrian in a heartbeat later, and he was smiling wide, "You're ticklish?"

Chris felt an unfamiliar flush build in his cheeks and he glanced at his friend, "Yes, but don't get any ideas, Adrian, I swear to god."

"Wouldn't dream of it," not, "I just can't believe the Peacemaker is ticklish! Who would've guessed?" even Adrian let out a small, excited giggle.

"And you aren't? Why's it such a big deal? I bet you like it, too, you sick freak," even though Christopher came to Adrian to confess and get some advice about his predicament, he couldn't avoid hurling insults as his defense mechanism. Can't get too close now, remember.

"Oh, I do," Adrian thumbed his glasses again, nodding and possessing a very matter-of-fact look about him, "It's one of my favorite torture methods."

Chris made a face, knowing in that moment Adrian definitely meant to torture and to be tortured.

"What's there to like?" he asked more genuinely.

"It's so much fun, dude! The tingles, the nerve endings, the effortless laughter," Adrian was smiling just thinking about it, and Christopher was squirming at just the mention.

It was then, in basking in the beautiful memories of being involved in tickling, that Adrian reached out and pinched at Christopher's side without abandon. Chris shot off the couch completely, screaming a, "What the fuck!"

Adrian giggled with pure glee coursing through his body at the discovery his best friend laid out before him, "Stop fighting it!" he bolted off the couch and ran straight at Christopher.

They played a brief game of cat and mouse, Chris hurling every kind of insult at Adrian in his avoidance of the inevitable. The ever-determined Adrian wound up cornering Christopher in his bedroom, avoiding objects that were hurled at his head in the process.

"Go fuck yourself. Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your aunt--"

"What's Aunt Kathy got to do with this?"

"Well I know you don't have a sister, otherwise I would've banged her already, dipshit."

Adrian grinned disturbingly at the thought. He wouldn't want any part in that intimate affair, of course, but him being able to say that Peacemaker was his brother-in-law was too tempting to not daydream of.

Christopher was genuinely considering jumping out his window once he ran out of small throwable objects. That split second of decision cost him big, as Adrian roundhouse kicked him directly into his bed.

Knowing he had nowhere else to go, nothing else he could do to prevent this, Christopher threw up his hands, "Wait wait wait wait! Adrian, wait!"

"Yeah, buddy?" Adrian straddled Chris and rested his own hands on his hips just waiting for whatever his idol and friend was going to say to him.

Christopher shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before continuing his thought, "This is still new for me... I'd appreciate it if you, you know..." he swallowed, "took it easy."

Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Had he already converted Christopher into being okay with tickling? Not fighting back as much as his traumatized brain probably wanted him to? Adrian now felt he had a duty to uphold. To take a step in reversing whatever repressed, fucked up memories and feelings Christopher had towards tickling.

"Of course, dude," Adrian assured. He wiggled his fingers in quick anticipation and softly touched down on Christopher's belly. He could feel his friend tense beneath him and watched Christopher's hands land on his own face to cover up.

"No anti-torture techniques now, Mr. Military Man," Adrian chastised.

Adrian did take notice of Christopher making himself more vulnerable by lifting his hands like he did. And the Vigilante was not one to turn down the opportunity, so he clawed at Peacemaker's ribs, not pressing in too hard at the behest of his friend.

Christopher's arms immediately shot down and squeezed to his sides as laughs huffed their way through. When Adrian vibrated his fingers more quickly, that amped up Christopher's laughter, the much larger man rocking from side to side.

"Awesome," Adrian had a smile a mile wide at this discovery, at seeing his best friend and idol laughing this carefree.

Adrian tested out a few more spots on Chris's upper body, all earning him a variety of laughs. When he'd had his fill of exploiting his friend's weakness, he unhooked his legs from atop Christopher and knelt beside him on the bed. Chris took in deep breaths to recover and was rubbing his hands along the parts of his torso that still felt tingly.

"That was so much fun," Adrian decided to pitch in his two cents, smiling broadly.

Christopher was still processing what just transpired. He did think he should be feeling way more self-conscious after being so vulnerable like that, laid bare with all his emotions and his body. But no, he was actually feeling pretty good. Like the tickling was a stress-reliever. He would never admit any of this, however, of fucking course not.

"Economos is gonna die when he hears about this," Adrian seemed to be still in his own little fantasy world post-tickling, giggling at the idea of their teammates face when he tells him of Peacemaker's weakness.

"Oh, fuck no. You're not selling me out to Economos! I trusted you, man!" Christopher, fully on the rebound, saw the glint in Adrian's eyes behind the kid's glasses and the anticipatory smile on his stupid face, and, well... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Adrian was squealing and laughing before Christopher even laid a finger on him. And yeah, it was clear to Christopher just how much Adrian enjoyed being tickled. Which was actually kinda cute.

And as Christopher was getting his footing being the giver of tickles, not the receiver, he was quickly seeing how much more he preferred this side of it. Doing the tickles. Being a younger sibling first, then only child, he was only ever on the receiving end or receiving nothing at all. Adrian must have been used to this kind of treatment being Gut Chase's kid brother, so maybe that's why it grew like it did within him.

Either way, Chris was fine taking pointers from Adrian on how to tickle him more effectively, which was all kids of fucked. And Adrian swore not to tell anyone else on the team about this. While Adrian and secrets was a ticking time bomb, Christopher knew he needed the time to fully anticipate what was to come. Maybe the team knowing wasn't a bad thing. Maybe he avoided the situation with Emilia too quickly. Maybe there was still a chance for him to feel more grounded day by day, surrounding himself with loving people and loving acts. Fuck, he was getting soft... and maybe soft wasn't a bad thing, either.

[keithkog]

is Kolivan ticklish

I have not tried out this yet, sorry to disappoint. He’s on some blue planet with mom right now. I would guess no sadly, or if he is he would have enough discipline to hold it in.

I would have to ask Krolia to tickle him. I may have fought in war, but the confidence to tickle that man is something I have not come across.

-Keith