#transformers animated tickling

[comfytickles]

Transformers Animated Jumpscare!

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I don’t see enough tk art of this little guy, guess I’ll just have to make some myself!

[bardockarts]

Christmas part 2… we all make sacrifices [part one]

[mushyblushyredhead]

So, uh, since Transformers Animated is my favorite fandom (sort of-), maybe Bumblebee tickling Prowl?- I hardly see any tickle stuff of him- But take your time if you want to do it-

AWWW YES! I like to think that stoic sneaky dude is also secretly ticklish but no one has ever dared to try….except Bumblebee of course (๑>◡<๑)

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #589 - "Sermon"

Originally posted on March 17th, 2011

Story - Shaun Flaherty Art - Waseem Bashar Colours - Caroline Richard Letters - E&C

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005

wada sez: Set after Lugnut’s incarceration at the end of the third season of Transformers Animated. Note the candy Trypticon in the background of his dream sequence! Clean inks and colors below. Check back tomorrow for an unpublished strip by most of this creative team.

[tftword]

there is not enough tickle stuff for transformers! And I'm gonna fix that!

I also do fluff and angst(ish) requests

I wrote tickle hcs and drables with character x character platonic or romantic, but if romantic I may or may not turn down some requests.

Series I write for and what season I'm at

Rescue bots (season 4)

Transformers prime (season 1)

Cyberverse (season 2)

Transformers animated (season 3)

Robots in disguise (season 1)

Earthspark (season 1)

I do Headcanons and drabbles!

Everything I do is sfw!

For rescue bots the last episode did not happen (I'm delulu and can't handle change)

‼️‼️✨please be specific with the scenario, if you want reader, if you want Headcanons or a drabble✨‼️‼️

[shycorvid]

I am not immune to magical animal transformation fics. Also, my cat!Danny agenda. So, like, Damian finding a magically transformed Danny, mistaking him for a regular cat, then sneaking him into the manor obviously tickles my fancy. But also, Cat!Danny winning Alfred over by being a complete narc every time one of the bats try to do something stupid while injured is just... *chef's kiss*

Bruce- *trying to sneak down to the batcave while injured* Danny- *looking for mischief, sees injured Bruce swaying in hallway* Mrow? Bruce- Shh. Danny- *slightly louder* Mrep?! Bruce- I will give you all the tuna in the world if you- Danny- *air raid level yowling*

[repulsivethoughts]

I have returned, this time with the soul eater brain-rot bit more yapping bellow lol

I don't really watch anime that often anymore, but every now and then I remember Soul Eater exists and just how cool it is and I fall back into it, this gotta be my favorite anime :>

it just tickles a specific part in my brain- everything from the humor, the art-style, characters and story AAAAAAAAA I just love it.

lowkey, back when I was in secondary I thought Maka's and Soul' scythe weapon thing was so cool that I made an Oc that uses a scythe as a weapon as well, but differed in a way that they could summon it from their own blood, instead of transforming their own body. (how edgy ik lol)

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

So I had this very funny thought also I accidentally deleted this the first time around 😭😭😭 incredibly sad about that

You can read this as a romantic pairing or a strictly platonic pairing

A/N: Also this is more based on young justice beast boy because I feel like he's better written in young justice and that's what I've watched most recently

Beast boy x reader

So imagine you and beast boy are hanging out with your two cats at your place, your cats aren't exactly fond of him but you don't think they hate him either considering he constantly brings them cat treats and toys honestly with him around they're absolutely the most spoiled cats on earth... Your cats are used to you being clumsy and making loud noises so one day your a bit surprised to find that your long time partner Garfield isn't as chill as your cats are about the noise...

As your preparing lunch for the two of you, you forget about the pot that's near your elbow and as you turn to move the pot goes crashing to the ground your cats just stare at you judging but suddenly you hear hissing you turn expecting it to be your two cats fighting over a mouse that one of them had caught but no you see this third very green cat hissing at you and the pan wildly fur puffed out and spitting at you... For a moment you just blink and stare because we'll this is a new development you knew he could transform into any animal he wants but you didn't quite expect this... So you go over to the cabinet with the calming cat treats that are made with hemp witch is safe for cats and you assume cat adjacent people you gently go down to his level and sit on the floor like you've done for the strays outside your apartment complex and your own cats when they've been startled or upset by something. You gently start making hushing sounds saying it's okay as you start to break up the treats and placing them in front of the green kitty he slowly begins to sniff at them while growling at you, your by no means offended by this, this isn't the first nor will it be the last time an animal has growled at you.. you watch as he sniffs and begins eating the treats you've laid on the floor and you take that opportunity to scoot a bit closer while whispering reassurances and slowly hold out your hand in front of him with the treats he eats those out of your hand and it honestly tickles you reach out and begin to start stroking beast boys fur. Surprisingly it's silky soft as you begin to pat him you look into his eyes and see some of his awareness has returned after a while of you holding and patting him all the whole telling your own cats no and to leave him be sternly he suddenly changes back to his usual self...

He looks absolutely embarrassed and can barely look you in the eye without turning a bit red ..

"uhhh sorry about that my hearing is super sensitive", he says a bit bashfully...

You can only smile at him and say "honestly its not the first time I've dealt with a very startled and disgruntled cat nor will it be my last", you can't help but giggle a little at that last part but you gently place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze while also handing him some cat treats to give to your cats that are now growling at him ... You bend down to pick up the pot that was dropped and place it back on the counter while listening to beast boy gently saying words of apologies to the cats as he promises them that next time he comes over hell bring them a bunch of cat toys to make up for his turning into a cat and eating there treats witch he mumbles the last bit...

Suddenly

"WAIT WERE THOSE TREATS EVEN VEGAN", is all you hear from the other room as a blur goes past you to the cat treat cabinet and at this point you can't help but laugh ...

A/N: throughout this I was picturing the scene from lion king where a young Simba starts hissing and spitting but isn't threatening at all also I do not own the art above it just felt fitting to add

[izzabela]

Ooo! Can you do the Lin Kuei trio with s/o who is a nine-tailed kitsune from Japanese folklore? Like they can transform into their fox form or when they get surprised, their fox ears and nine-tails appear.

Pretty Kitty - Lin Kuei x GN!kitsune!reader

in which your each brother has a favorite part of you when you're spooked

a/n: i am alive again (college sucks). forgive this being so short, i'm trying to write again and drabbles are all i got

ship[s]: kuai liang, bi han, tomas vrbada x GN!kitsune!reader (ALL TOGETHER NYOOOOW)

warning(s): you're a furry! (/j), teasing in the form of little scares

Despite not being your typical kitsune, the walking stereotype of sex and seduction, you found love with three of the most powerful humans in Earthrealm.

Despite such power, they love using it on such a reactive creature such as yourself. Skittish and meek, your reactions from their teasing. They know how well you react with your surroundings, so much so you sometimes transform.

With each spook and transformation your lovers experience, it seems they've grown fond over one certain part of your mythical form.

Tomas Vrbada - Ears

- Tomas learned his favorite part about your reactions is your ears- so reactive and twitchy

- the first time they popped out were during his first scare. it was rather juvenile: turn invisible, walk in front of you, become visible- easy

- he was expecting a simple shocked face and some laughter, but never did he expect the fluffy ears that matched your hair and skin to be part of the package

- something about the way your ears were down-turned, the way you were pouting as you were complaining about him scaring you, the way he saw your ears twitch a bit at you stroked them- almost like you were telling yourself to calm down

- he got in trouble that day as well, reaching out to pet them with two fingers, only to be met with a swatted hand and a light hiss

- ever since then (of course, after he was removed from your silent treatment), Tomas sought your ears out whenever you were scared

- now, he gets to pet them all he wants, especially after scaring you. the soft fur that coats the flesh, the way it reacts to when he pets your ears up and down, and how surprisingly warm it was

Kuai Liang - Tail(s)

- Kuai Liang's first experience with your tails came as a punishment from tickling your sides in surprise

- he didn't think your tails, all of them, would be so thick and semi-coarse, despite all the TLC you give yourself on bath days

- after getting swatted in the face with them, not only did they become his favorite parts of you- he made it his mission to help you out

- you got all the best secrets in taking care of your fur, and he got an excuse to pet your tails- a double win if you ask me

- also, it was nice to have someone take care of you instead of always taking care of yourself. now, you didn't have to bend backwards to brush your fur, or spin in circles around the mirror to get the best angle to check yourself out before fluffing your tails

- Kuai Liang loves massaging, brushing, fluffing, even shedding your tail fur. and just like his dear brother, he gets to see the reaction the tails give

- sometimes one of your tails sways side to side, others it wraps around his hand. either way, he loves feeling the love you give when you're well-taken care of

Bi Han - Kitten-form

- Bi Han didn't mean to scare you the way he did. it was an honest mistake, him walking around the corner the same time you did, causing you to freak and shift completely into your foxy form

- instead of looking at a fully grown fox body, he saw a trembling little morsel- a fidgety animal that skittered around him. it took him quite a bit to get you to trust him, but afterwards it was a secret that Bi Han kept for a long time (until Tomas caught him bathing you in fox form)

- in your fox form, he loves to carry you in his shirt. since it doesn't have pockets, he'll rest you in-between the undershirt of his uniform and his actual uniform. sometimes you nap in it

- when the other brothers are on a mission, and you're both free from clan-duties, you'll shift completely and just nap with him in the shared bed

- another thing you like to do is play chase with him. you have to do your best to run from him while he does everything in his power to catch you. not only does it double in agility-work, but it helps precision in projectile-weaponry Bi Han makes from time to time

- circling back to bath time, Bi Han (secretly) absolutely adores bath time with you in fox form. sometimes, if he's feeling more playful, he'll use his powers to create an ice float for you to sit on

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

one of the mass-posts in queue

in other breaking news, i got accepted to my choice school for transfer!

aight, see you all in the next fic!

[aayakashii]

Can you make a ❤️16 and ❤️20 smutty fic for Haku?

16❤️ A kiss in the rain

Okay this isn't that smutty tbh and it's more like. Haku longing (I can't resist it I love men suffering because of love 😔✋️) but I'm not sure how I feel about it... I hope you like it though :')

WARNING: suggestive content, minors do not interact!!!

Based a lot of it on @kurosagi-h8r 's headcanon and the additions by @ghoulspaw and @kusanagihaku !!!!!!!

Water flew languidly through the cracks in the stones, like veins inside a body. The pitter patter of the rain was insistent, making puddles where the ground dipped, and creating a white noise that drowned out all the other sounds.

Haku licked his lips, tasting the droplets of water in his tongue.

He could still listen to your quiet sniffles if he paid close attention, though.

Not a surprise at all. His senses always seemed heightened when it came down to you.

His eyes could always find and follow you in every crowd; his ears could always pick up your voice and your laugh amongst thousands of strangers; his fingertips always found respite in the dip of your waist; and he always inhaled a little bit deeper once your dizzying perfume reached his nose.

The only thing he didn't know was your taste.

Haku observed how your shoulders trembled a little, as he stood right behind you, unsure of what to say – what to do.

His family would scoff at his wordlessness.

How come a priest is unable to guide a cursed one who's slowly losing their way? How come all the divinity that speckled the blood of his oh-so-powerful family be pitifully wasted on someone like him?

The words echoed in his brain, like clockwork. A lifetime being berated for being less than perfect – less than properly holy – does that to you, after all.

Haku learned to push it to the corners of his mind, transforming them into white noise that blended seamlessly with the sound of the persistent rain that fell over your heads.

His mind was, instead, laser focused on the water that dripped from your body as you cried – so quietly, so inoffensive and fragile – right in front of him.

He had offered to listen to your worries. He tried, he did. Yet, midway, he found himself lost in the movement of your lips as you poured your heart out to him and shared the weight of your fear.

What a wretched, perverted little man he was, twirling his tongue inside his mouth and sucking his own teeth while he watched your lips move, like a dog that instinctively chews nothing when it sees its owner eating.

He almost laughed at the idea, but kept it to himself, a half smile breaking his serious façade. Was he that far gone for you? Did he become your dog, is that it?

Haku blinked the raindrops away, biting his lower lip as he came to the realization that he wouldn't mind you putting a leash on him, after all.

A single raindrop ran down the nape of your neck and onto your back in the confines of your drenched clothes.

He swallowed almost audibly, observing the red flower mark on your skin, wet and with hair strands stuck onto it.

It almost called to him.

The thing that signified your impending doom, also being the thing that brought you to him, tempted him. It reminded him that the clock was ticking, fast and merciless, and that he would soon be out of time. That soon he would not be able to drown his senses in you.

“What is one more curse to someone who is already cursed, after all?” he thought to himself, bitterly, as he leaned forward and let his breath warm the skin where the mark had been placed.

You flinched, but before you could turn around to face Haku, his hands grabbed your arms to keep you in place.

“Stay still, pretty. Just for a moment” he murmured, his voice huskier than what you were used to – darker than what you were used to.

His breath tickled the nape of your neck and your skin was pricked with goosebumps, as he panted like a feral animal trying to control its base instincts.

And when his tongue left a warm trail on your skin, you gasped.

“W-what are you doing, Haku?” you asked, breathlessly and taken aback by his sudden actions. The tears you were spilling a mere moments ago were quickly forgotten as you blushed at the sound of his lips leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Mmmm. I don't know either.” he hummed languidly, resting his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose onto your jaw, breathing you deeply.

Haku's hands trailed down your arms. He gave a gentle squeeze to your hands before moving his hands upwards again, all while groping your waist. He moaned lowly into your ears once he grabbed a handful of your breasts and you swore you could feel your skin burn at his touch, despite the rain.

“What's- what's gotten into you?” you gasped, completely taken aback by the whiplash of crying and then suddenly getting Haku's hands all over your body.

“Mmhhmm… I can stop if you want to.” he murmured, placing kisses wherever his lips could reach, smiling triumphantly to himself every time you let out a little gasp at his ministrations.

He pulled you flush against his body and you unintentionally moaned at the feeling of the bulge in his pants poking your lower back.

Haku shivered at the sound and immediately turned you to face him, before you could even think of excusing your action, and rested his forehead against yours. His hands grasped your arms tightly, nails fearfully digging into your skin.

His face was a burning red and his pupils were blown wide as he looked at you – the gold of his irises was barely visible around the darkened pools of his eyes. Haku looked feverish, you thought for a fleeting moment, but the way he panted and licked his lips said to you that his fever seemed to be caused by something entirely different.

“I need you.” he whispered, as if it was his most hidden secret. Or as if he spoke too loud, he could wake up and discover that it was all a dream.

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and placed a hand on his chest. Through the damp, now almost transparent fabric, you could feel the fast rhythm of his heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. It raced inside his ribcage, shedding light on the truth of his words.

He needed you.

And Haku felt like his desire could kill him. He desperately needed you. He needed your eyes on him; he needed your words and your moans; he needed your hands intertwined with his; he needed to have your perfume clogging his pores; and he needed your kisses etching his skin until he could feel the ghost of them, like scars only he knew he had.

He had to drown himself in you so he could finally breathe.

“Will you let me have you, princess?” he smiled, bitterness and fear keeping it from being sincere, longing like a forgotten rusted ship longs for the sea.

Your hand glided from his chest to his cheek, and you could feel a warmth bloom in your chest once you felt how hot his skin was to your touch.

And when you nodded, melting in his arms, Haku could swear he breathed for the first time in a long while.

[vickyvicarious]

The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it. The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep brings as outrider. The soft moonlight soothed, and the wide expanse without gave a sense of freedom which refreshed me. I determined not to return to-night to the gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.

Jonathan's stubborn defiance of Dracula's edict here is followed very shortly afterwards by another passage aligning him with peaceful, loving, lonely ladies of old.

And then who should come upon him but vicious, 'loving', companionable ladies of old, intent on defying Dracula themselves? Women whose laughter is like music.

In the moonlight opposite me were three young women, ladies by their dress and manner. [...] They whispered together, and then they all three laughed—such a silvery, musical laugh, but as hard as though the sound never could have come through the softness of human lips. It was like the intolerable, tingling sweetness of water-glasses when played on by a cunning hand. The fair girl shook her head coquettishly, and the other two urged her on. One said:— "Go on! You are first, and we shall follow; yours is the right to begin." The other added:— "He is young and strong; there are kisses for us all."

Throughout this entire encounter, in fact, Jonathan and the ladies are aligned. Jonathan lays still, frozen in a state of hypnotic anticipation - and the vampire who is to bite him first is very deliberately slow in her approach. She pauses multiple times to savor both the experience of being able to defy Dracula by biting his guest (as Jonathan took pleasure in sleeping where he was told not to), and to linger in her own anticipation of the bite.

The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer—nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super-sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited—waited with beating heart.

When Dracula arrives, Jonathan's attention is focused on how his hand grabs her neck. It's the culmination of the snatch at his own neck that the crucifix warded off before. It's all the violence he feared being unleashed upon himself:

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. [May 8]

As my eyes opened involuntarily I saw his strong hand grasp the slender neck of the fair woman and with giant's power draw it back, the blue eyes transformed with fury, the white teeth champing with rage, and the fair cheeks blazing red with passion. But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even to the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell-fire blazed behind them. His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires; the thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal. With a fierce sweep of his arm, he hurled the woman from him, and then motioned to the others, as though he were beating them back; it was the same imperious gesture that I had seen used to the wolves. [May 16]

Dracula himself cements the connection between Jonathan and these women. He's already shown his dominance over the women and asserted his possession of Jonathan. Then he stares at Jonathan just before he speaks of his past with them. He even uses the same language he weaponized against Jonathan the other day, the 'is it not so?'

Then the Count turned, after looking at my face attentively, and said in a soft whisper:— "Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will."

So much about this scene tells us these women are Jonathan's future. Not just that they will be in his future, that he will be given to them when Dracula is done with him. No, first he spends all that time imagining himself in their place as they would have been in the past. And then all of these connections creep up to suggest he will be in their place in the future as well. Dracula 'loved' them once, just as he 'loves' Jonathan now. Dracula will be done with him eventually, just as he was done with these women.

And then Jonathan will be given to them, cast aside with the rest of them, left behind to laugh together like a terrible sweet song, as the man who 'loved' them all is away waging his remorseless war on England.

[notakugelblitz]

YOUR POWER • THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

A/N : hi ! here is a series of a few preferences (well i think that’s what they’re called). I really hope you’ll like them even though they’re short sometimes ! i’m planning on posting character x reader stories too so stay tuned. first post here on Tumblr so let’s see how it goes ! oh and English isn’t my first language, i’m sorry if you spot some mistakes. enjoy :)

no trigger warning, all safe ;)

PART 1 : YOUR POWER

You were born on October 1st 1989. You are the eighth child adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Welcome to the Umbrella Academy, number 8.

LUTHER • TELEPATHY

You have the ability to establish a connection between your mind and another in order to carry on a silent conversation. There wasn't a day when you weren't in communication with Luther when he was on the moon. You missed him like crazy, and it was mutual.

DIEGO • SEE THE FUTURE

You can get a vision of the near future by touching an object or a person. There are many opportunities to annoy Diego and cut him off at every turn, knowing exactly what he is going to say. It drives him mad. But that´s something you relished as soon as he got over his stammer. Before that, you preferred to apply this mischief to your other brothers and sisters, much to the delight of Diego, who was always by your side.

ALLISON • WATER MANIPULATION

You have the ability to manipulate water to your heart's content, melt or liquefy it, create tsunamis, shoot jets from your palms and breathe in the depths. Diego teases you a lot and calls you "The Fish" all the time. It gets on your nerves a little, but Allison is always there to cast a rumour when Number 2 isn't already being sprayed with cold water.

KLAUS • ANIMAL METAMORPHOSIS

You have the ability to take on any animal form. When Dad locked Klaus in the mausoleum, you'd transform yourself into an insect and crawl into the grooves to join him. One day, you found yourself crushed under your father's foot. Seriously injured, Grace took care of you for a while. Dad then decided to take control of your powers : thanks to a little gadget, he could control your metamorphoses. And that was quite a burden for you but Klaus never stopped trying to find it and break it for you.

FIVE • HEALING

You have the ability to heal and to give of your energy. During your trainings back at the Academy, you only went into battle when someone was seriously injured. If your brothers and sisters needed you, Five would teleport to pick you up and bring you back. The first few times, these trips made you vomit, so Sir Reginald Hargreeves trained you for a long time until you were no longer ill. It pained Five, but he had to obey. Unfortunately, when he disappeared, you were forced to stay with Viktor and your father : close to the mission but inactive.

BEN • INVISIBILITY

You have the ability to disappear completely. When you were sad, you’d become invisible and cower at the bottom of Ben’s statue. Before he died, you used to play hide and seek with him. The rule was that there wasn’t any. Often, you’d stand right in front of him, invisible to his eyes, and he’d surprise you with his tentacles, tickling you until you’d surrender. Dad often punished you for this but you never ever regretted it.

VIKTOR • SELF-MULTIPLICATION

You have the ability to clone yourself ad infinitum, but it takes a lot of effort. Reginald Hargreeves always pushed you to the limit during missions, which finished you off far too quickly. Most of the time, you'd fall over from exhaustion before the criminals had even been arrested, resting as much as you could with Viktor who took care of you, away from the battle scene.

[libellule-ao3]

Venom & Velvet | OS | 🔞

Ominis Gaunt/OFC | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin | Evinis | 7k words

⚠️ & Tags: 🔞 | NSFW | Established relationship| SMUT | self worth issues | light dom/sub | SNAKE | bites | overstimulation | multiples orgasms | erotic asphyxiation | Dominis

Summary: Evelyne has never celebrated her birthday. But Ominis, having uncovered this truth, decides to show her that she deserves to be celebrated. Between reproach, passion, and tenderness, he turns the day into an unforgettable memory.

OS written with the encouragement of @amberlide. Thanks to her💕

Extract: [...] he hisses in a biting tone that betrays all the annoyance and frustration he’s feeling.

It is then that the witch understands. Unintentionally, she has hurt Ominis deeply. And now there is only one way to comfort him and earn his forgiveness: to obey him, whatever he demands.

Damn, it’s hard!

Her heart is so restless she’d think it was trying to get out of its cage! Her entire self is yearning to flee, like the grass snake he has so often compared her to. To do that, all she had to do was release the word ‘withered’ that tickled the back of her throat.

But Evelyne chews her lip as she extends her quivering hand. Fear, mixed with a desperate desire to prove to him that no flaw weakens her confidence in him, makes her senses tingle... Every second stretches beyond the bearable.

The pads of her trembling fingers meet the animal’s cold, almost oily skin. A shiver runs through her. The snake darts its forked tongue across her palm before slowly coiling around her wrist.

Then under her sleeve! Merlin!

A visceral panic screams inside her. Her entire body burns with the urge to pull her hand away, to rid herself of that damned serpent, or to unleash her magic through every pore of her skin to force it away! But Ominis’ implacable grip on her hip anchors her to her courage... to her trust in him.

“Shhh...” he murmurs, his soothing hand encircling her and his body pressing against her buttocks.

His closeness carries the silent promise of protection and desire that always melts her. Of course, the fear persists, but an insidious warmth is awakening, disturbing her thoughts.

A part of her wants to rebel, while another, darker part, capitulates. Inevitably.

[tftword]

Tickle headcannons for TFA Bumblebee, please?

Thank you so much! I've been needing to write something!

Bumblebee is a little crap all around, and unluckily for the others he is actually one of the more fast bots, especially compared to muscle prime, old man medic, or friend shaped artist, he sneak tickle attacks them ALL THE TIME! The only person he can never get is prowl, if he even trys he ends up a giggling mess on the floor (prowl is 90% ler)

Bumblebee is most definitely the most ticklish out of the five (Optimus is most definitely second, being touch starved does that to you) so he goes when he thinks he can't get tickled back, contrary to popular beliefs he actually thinks stuff out when it comes to the possibility of him being absolutely wrecked

He's a small bot so his attacks are 50/50 either ending with him in the distance and his lee gasping for air or him getting absolutely wrecked for being a little crap, no in-between.

He is EVIL when it comes to teases, "I'd hate for *blank* to find out" or "wow *blank* didn't peg you for the squealing type" while he just evilly snickers

Though the biggest tickle monster he's also the biggest lee, Optimus tickling him when he has to much energy, bulkhead tickling him after he says something out of pocket, prowl tickling him when bee won't stop annoying him, and ratchet tickling him after getting under his skin. Sari tickles him just because.

His worst spots are his pedes and pede tires and his sides without a doubt, he full on screams of someone even pokes his tires.

this was so fun to write!!!

[exitwound]

have you ever thought about shelled sea animals and like how they feel to get washed up on shore like. imagine being in your shell about it. imagine the many eyes of a scallop tuned to recognising motion and ocntrast seeing things move unusually. imagine all your ways of motion working poorely. is this clear do you understand. its like a different world that you sometimes have to go to where everytthing is different and there might be things that can kill you

ive been sitting on this ask for a month falling in love with it yes i understand its so clear i understand. and maybe its terrifying but what if it’s not what if it happens every day. what if it’s like children who roll down a grassy hill over and over just to feel a the world spin, laughing at the way all the careful attunements of their senses are left unmoored…sight, flickering like a sped-up film mostly between green and sky-blue, and sound, muffled by grass tickling their ears, and balance, whooshing laundromats whir pooling still ponds of endolymph, green leaf volatiles overwhelming their noses as the earth whispers out against being crushed, waves of dew and itchiness, their skin stained green, limbs criss-crossed with indentations, the momentary transformation of an animal into an afterimage, what the act of play, sometimes, has always been about, a glimpse into a world where nothing is the same… but i think you’re right also, and i understand, it must be like the terrifying whoosh of my heartbeat in my ears, deafening everything else, that blows through me when i sit up too fast and my vision goes black, but everywhere, your whole body pulsing, flipping over in the water, not drowning, just inside a labyrinth of pure hedge, with nothing passable; the water in which you live no longer swimmable, the barnacles made into fish, lost, the fish, pinned under rocks, helplessly waving their mouthless tails, filtering nothing, processing everything as critical information and getting no clear picture, not so much in a strange place as having entered into something so disorienting it doesn’t where you are and only what remains of you—there is never any moment where you can say that you crossed border between your world or the next. you simply were, and then you were tumbled, tossed, eroded, washed clean, caught, deposited, buried, fossilized, swallowed hole, spit out, and freed….. then prodded by sunburned children that might hurt you, intentionally or unintentionally, and will certainly take you away forever, beg to keep you, love you, and then forget about you, sunburned, wide-eyed, happy children still smelling of cut grass

[saey707]

STEP ASIDE KAYN WHORES /j /lh

BESTIE CAN I HAVE A HEARTSTEEL YONE AND S/O DUET OR SINGING TOGETHER??? ILL PAY YOU IN AMONGUS BEANS. THANK YOU

✿ Prompt: You and Yone sing together ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: ANIMA MY BELOVED HI!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦)ִ ࣪𖤐 𖦹 ༘⋆⊹ Of course I will fulfill this request for you! I hope this will make even the red crewmate proud!! Enjoy! ≽^•⩊•^≼ (PS: I wrote these silly little headcanons on my birthday! Consider this a celebratory gift from me to you <3)

There are rare times when Yone will openly let his voice whisper quiet melodies. These instances were as follows: in the shower, in his car, when the intro to his favorite anime started to play, and whenever he was preparing sushi for dinner.

In these rare instances, you would listen... Quietly admiring his voice from a distance. But even then, Yone was always well aware of his surroundings and would immediately stop once he sensed your presence.

His cheeks would mortify into a blushed red, his ears an even deeper shade. Yone would always turn his head away, eyes never meeting yours. His hair would cover his cheeks, but even then, it was never enough to hide the color.

You knew he felt like singing around you was embarrassing, and you would quietly tease him because of it! Nevertheless, you would immediately reassure him that he could sing around you. That it wasn't embarrassing. And that you loved his voice.

It would take time for Yone to warm up to you... But his confidence would eventually grow. He just needed time to open up to you. Give it more time before he allowed you to hear what he was made of- To show you the side of him he never revealed to his own bandmates.

Yone was bashful when he started singing around you, always leaving one earbud off, or a side of his headphones, music lowered just enough to hear himself. He tried his hardest to ensure he sounded pleasant... That he wasn't making a fool of himself in front of you. Still, Yone would stop if he felt he was getting too invested in his flow.

But it doesn't take long for Yone to warm up to you. He would begin to hum more frequently, and you sometimes recognized the tune of a Vocaloid song or two... But you would never say anything~

And soon, those quiet hums transformed into Yone lulling you off to sleep with his own voice, singing unfamiliar songs to you. Songs that his mother would vocalize to him before bed.

His arms would wrap around you, cradling you in his warm embrace. His hair tickled your skin, but you found comfort in it. With every song he sang, you could feel the buzzing of his warm hymns, permitting you to bury your cheek against his exposed skin.

And in the early mornings, Yone would always sit side-by-side with you in the studio, quietly harmonizing with you before any of the other members arrived.

Your foreheads would bump against one another, voices intertwined like a gentle kiss. Slowly, Yone would lean in and connect your lips with his. His hands never knew where to go, so he would place one underneath your chin, holding himself up with his opposite hand.

While nobody would be cheering for an encore as soon as he pulled away, you can tell by the look in his eyes that he just wanted... more.