#but holy fuck i totally see where you're coming from omg YES

[lopsided-whiskey-grin]

Hey omg u said on the fic flashbang that you were taking promts n i was like omg… so heres my promot if you are into it!!!! Soap and ghost in a mission, ghost hears steps coming and stuffs both soap and himself in the nearest utility closet/locker he can see!! Easy safety… but uh-oh!! Theyre so close together!! If soap were to shift a little he might feel ghost’s cock on his ass even more… and the way ghost is breathing on his neck surely is!! something!! Will they make it out alive?!?!

anyways… thank you for flashbang it was very very good!! Have a nice day!!

this prompt weaseled itself into my tiny little brain and it would not fucking let go, so thanks for that lmaoooo I think I need a cold shower after writing this one holy shit ｡：ﾟﾟ(´∀｀)･｡ yes it escalated quickly, no i do not care enjoyyyyyy!

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Careful, Johnny

Word count: 1.4k

Tags:  frottage, pwp, top ghost +18 only

The mission had not been going well at all. If Soap was being totally honest, it had been fucked from the beginning. And now here he and Ghost were, hauling arse through an abandoned office building, out-manned and outgunned, quite literally. 

"I thought I told you to bring an extra clip?" Ghost hissed at him as they ran down a darkened hallway searching for cover. The heavy thud of boots echoed far too closely behind them for Soap's liking. 

"No, you said you were bringing an extra clip. I distinctly remember —"

Ghost huffed out a long-suffering sigh as he jogged alongside him. "For fuck's sake, Johnny." 

"Well, you fuckin' asked," Soap groused. They'd been on this mission for three days straight, trying to locate this particular office building and a particular USB drive hidden somewhere inside and Soap had had just about enough of Ghost.

They'd finally found what they came for about twenty minutes ago when they were set upon by a heavily armed group of mercs that didn't take kindly to having their personal property stolen. It had all gone downhill since then. 

"Where's the bloody exit in this damn place?" Ghost growled. 

Soap peered through the darkness, searching. Neither dared to use their torches lest they give away their location to the advancing enemy and it was damn near impossible to make out any kind of door anywhere. Fuck. 

They finally made it to the end of the corridor to see that it split into two directions. The hallways were identical. "Left or right?" Soap asked, trying to catch his breath. 

The footfalls behind them grew louder, ratcheting up Soap's anxiety. "Right," Ghost said. 

The whole building felt like a maze they'd never escape from and Soap was starting to worry they really wouldn't find a way out. He was so lost in his concern he almost didn't see Ghost pull to a stop and suddenly hook another right into a darkened office. Soap skidded to a stop and followed him. There was a tall cabinet at the back of the room that Ghost was opening when Soap caught up to him. 

"That doesn't look like the exit to me," Soap said. 

He could practically hear Ghost roll his eyes. "We'll hide in here until they pass us, then head back the way we came." 

Soap eyed the cabinet. It was deep enough for the couple brooms and a mop stored there, but not much else. "You're not serious. We are not going to fit in there, L.t." 

The men pursuing them were closer and would be on top of them any moment. "No time to argue, Sergeant." Ghost backed into the cabinet and grabbed Soap by his collar, tugging him in backwards with him. Soap lost his balance and slammed into Ghost's broad chest, but he managed to close the doors just as the loud thud of approaching boots passed by the office door.

Adrenaline pounded through Soap with each beat of his heart, making him feel high, giddy. 

"Holy shit, it worked," he whispered. It was a tight squeeze, but he still had about six inches of wiggle room in front of him.

Soap shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, then realized how perfectly the curve of his ass fit against Ghost's crotch. He immediately froze. Was that Ghost's sidearm digging into him? Or something else?

He moved just a hair's breadth, testing it out. 

Ghost's hands suddenly grabbed his hips, holding Soap still. "Careful, Johnny," he rasped behind him. 

Soap's cock throbbed in response. So it was something else. Soap suddenly found himself in an interesting predicament. He'd teased and flirted with Ghost before, but nothing had ever come of it… even though Soap wished it would. But because he couldn't penetrate the wall Ghost had built around himself, Soap had only fantasies and his own right hand to turn to. It wasn't enough though. He wanted to touch and taste and lay claim to everything Ghost had to offer. 

But this, this was — unexpected. Soap wasn't sure if he should chalk it up to the excitement of just being on the run for their lives, or if Ghost's apparent hard-on was due solely to Soap's ass pressing directly against his cock. 

He risked wriggling again, just a little. Ghost sucked in a sharp breath behind him and tightened his grip on Soap's hips. "Steady on, MacTavish," he warned. 

Soap smiled to himself. "Sorry, sir." 

Another group of men ran by the office door, rattling the broom next to Soap's right hand and he reached out to grab it before it could fall sideways and give away their location. He brushed against Ghost again and this time Soap could definitely feel the thick outline of Ghost's cock pressed to him. 

He swallowed, feeling his own trousers getting uncomfortably tight. "G-ghost?"

They were both breathing hard in the confined space and Johnny could feel the heat of it wash against the back of his neck. He suppressed a shiver. 

"Aw hell," Ghost's voice was rough and deep. 

The next thing Soap knew, Ghost was grinding up against him. Jesus fucking Christ. Soap couldn't help the surprised moan that fell from his lips. Ghost slapped a gloved hand over his mouth. 

"Are you trying to get us killed?" he hissed right against the soft shell of Soap's ear. 

Soap nearly passed out from the eroticism of it all. He managed to shake his head, but Ghost did not remove his hand. His heart was going a mile a minute. 

Ghost rolled his hips forward again and Soap sunk back against him, his head resting against Ghost's chest. He could feel the rapid thud of Ghost's pulse, beating just as hard as his was. 

Soap ground his ass back into Ghost's crotch, reveling in the breathless groan rumbling up from Ghost's chest. His cock, so fucking hard now in his cargos, released a spurt of precome. Fuck. He did it again and this time Ghost met it with a sharp forward thrust of his hips. 

Soap could hardly believe this was happening. God, he'd waited so long for this. Though it wasn't particularly under the best circumstances at the moment. He wasn't about to complain. Dragging in breath through flared nostrils, he rocked back against Ghost's cock once more. 

"I've heard you, you know," Ghost muttered, sliding his masked face against the side of Soap's cheek. He dropped his one hand holding Soap's hip and moved it to the hard bulge at the front of his trousers. Soap whimpered against Ghost's hand. "In the barracks. When you think everyone is asleep." He rubbed his hand up and down the straining length of him. "I've heard you say my name." 

Soap trembled under his touch. Ghost was going to drive him out of his ever loving mind. He rocked up against Ghost's hand, chasing the orgasm that was suddenly beginning to wash over him. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on breathing, trying so very hard to be quiet. 

Ghost's breaths were coming in soft pants too now as he continued pumping his hips against Soap's ass. Soap brought one hand up to grip Ghost's forearm and the other down to cover Ghost's hand where he relentlessly rubbed against him. He couldn't believe he was about to come in his pants like a goddamn teenage boy. 

"Johnny," Ghost rasped his name in a broken whisper and Soap was done for. 

He came hard enough to see stars in that little closet and bit down on Ghost's palm unintentionally. Ghost came too, after a few more thrusts, holding Soap tightly back against him. 

After a moment, Ghost dropped his hand from Soap's mouth and Soap gulped in big lungfuls of air. He wanted to turn toward Ghost, to hold him, to pull that damned mask off and kiss him senseless, but there was no room. 

"What now?" he whispered, shifting uncomfortably with the wetness of his pants. 

Ghost was quiet, listening for the mercs that had chased them. Soap heard nothing. "Now we get the bloody hell out of here so I can find somewhere to fuck you properly." 

The rough timber of his voice plowed straight to Soap's core. "Aye, sir," he said with a grin, hand already pushing the closet door open. 

#ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soapghost #prompt fill #cod #johhny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #smut #pwp #call of duty #mw2

[matan4il]

omg, you’re a mileapo stan, hi!!! i had to leave twitter i used mainly for ma bc of the sheer number of insane bloodthirsty shit that started flooding out from ppl i followed on there who i thought were normal??? i’ve been seeing the dehumanization of Israelis and the antisemitism over time but i gullibly thought that was due to the shitshow twitter is right now, but holy fuck, the response to the terrorist attack has been so fucking shocking. I can’t stop thinking about how these people who love to virtue signal their progressive stance would turn is in to the nazis for internet points. what the fuck

Hi Nonnie! *hugs*

Yes, I am! :D I hope you enjoy my silly Mileapo posts, they do make me smile a bit even during these dark days, because they represent this deep, beautiful love to me, and we can't give up on that, especially now, can we?

I feel you so much. I avoided Twitter for months, even before this massacre, because I just couldn't handle looking at the antisemitism I'd seen there before. It says something about how much I love Mileapo that eventually I did venture there. But right now? Every social media site has some good people, and each one has vile, inhumane justification for the murder and abuse of innocent people. I just saw someone whose url on Tumblr is the name of a Jewish character, siding with Hamas. The same Hamas that has called for a day of rage today, calling upon Arabs everywhere to kill Jews. I mean... at least have the decency to not use a Jewish character in your url if you're totally cool with real Jews being raped, mutilated and killed just for being Jewish.

I hope you unfollowed/blocked every single person who is justifying the beheading of kids and burning of babies alive. If you can, speak up, but I know that can be too much sometimes. So also take care of yourself! You matter!

I wish I had more encouraging words. The fact that the supposedly liberal crowd, the people who are meant to uphold humanist values and the rights of marginalized groups, are excluding Jews from the right to a humane fate (and ignoring a lot of Jewish history and the persecution of Jews to do so), it's hard to process. What they're doing is unconscionable. All we can do is speak up where we can, remind people that we ARE human beings deserving of basic human decency, get through this, and then have a long memory, make sure that even when the attacks on Israelis are stopped, that we don't forget this and we don't stop calling out antisemitism in ALL of its forms, whenever it comes from ANY camp.

Sending you lots of hugs and love! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here. And if you're in need of a Mileapo smile, click here)

#ask #anon ask #mileapo #israel #israel under attack #israel under fire #israeli #antisemitism #judaism #jewish #jew #jews #jumblr #frumblr

[alena-reblobs]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol8 Part1

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1 Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1 Vol02 Part 2 |

Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 |

Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1

As a warning, I will start babbling about Vashwood in this volume (though not really in this part yet) and then probably in all volumes to come, too. Obviously because I love the pairing but also because their relationship is so important and impactful, and this volume marks such an important milestone.

What I really like in Vash and the talk between him and Knives at the start of Chapter 1 is, that Vash also acknowledges the pain and abuse that humans have inflicted upon the Plants. He totally understands Knive's anger and why he acts that way, but the kind sides of the humans that Vash was witness to as well, Knives never got the chance to learn. And if you'd try to show kindness to him now, he wouldn't appreciate or even see it.

Not the face of someone who's happy to be back with his old crew obviously. (Sometimes some drawings of Wolfwood make him look so much less bulky and more fragile and like the tiny Wolfwood, like here on the right...maybe because we can't see these huge shoulders. I like that!)

Still trying to live by Vash's and now his ideals, even though there's no way these soldiers are gonna get back out of this alive anyway...and how he stubbornly doesn't answer Chapel...(Meanwhile Livio is thinking "Nice! Free banquet! *continues to slaughter the men*)

Oh my boy you've come such a long way :'(

The whole rest of the talk between Knives and Vash at the end of ch1 was a great character insight, and next to what lots of other people already said I wouldn't know what to add to that. So I'm just choosing to save these panels here, sums it up pretty nicely and we get to see the two brothers in a nice comparison!

Chapter 2:

Please take my boy out of this situation. He clearly doesn't want to be there. (the way Wolfwood looks so much not-in-control of the situation....oh man)

Make a pirouette, and I'll give you a 10/10 for this jump, Knives.

If some had not been aware until now, at this point at the latest everybody will have noticed that Nightow doesn't fuck around with depicting some traumatic and cruel stuff. (And boy does he know how to do it)

There are so many awesome pages in these later volumes that I'm basically just copying whole pages in these posts here but HOLY COW doesn't this look epic.

And the whole time, Vash is unable to do anything. At least he's giving Legato a hard time, too.

That above panel damn. And look how it's killing Wolfwood internally. He's seeing all those evil deeds done by the arc, helping alongside Chapel now too, probably, and then he's already got the guild of bringing Vash here to get him trapped....all just because he wants to save his home and the kids there but BOY is it killing him inside. It sucks when you have to be the bad guy to save the ones you care about.

Also, the turn the story takes at this point, with everything falling into chaos so quickly...it's gotten very quickly so much darker now. I do like dark stories too so I was enjoying this with anticipation how it could get resolved when I read this for the first time. Still, very tough stuff to digest.

And then, of course, omg these girls appear again!!! You go!!! However you managed to survive, you're looking well. I'm also glad Luida is still here too ♥

Chapter 3:

If I'm ever in need for a mechanic and had to choose from the Trigun cast you know I'd go for Brad. Look how crafty he looks with that..drill...thingy. Leaking faucets, here's your mortal enemy!

THANK YOU Luida. Yes, Vash has dangerous powers, but he's also Vash and you all owe him so much!! Not letting some fear prevent you from trusting in him!

Wolfwood awoooing at the moon, just like his name says. Also, this was the scene where the plants memories are being shown, and I love that we actually get to see something from their view! The way it's done, with only same-size panels from the same view is also the perfect way to make that clear.

Super neat way to show how all these different memories and plant consciousnesses (?) are breaking him apart

Please look at our queen in all her murderous glory.

oh god oh god oh god (I'm reading this for the 12234th time but still)

oh god OH YES

#trigun #trigunbookclub

[not-close-to-straight]

HI omg i've been in the trenches of a fandom writing event (70k in one month is hell) and so i hadn't had the chance to catch up on BAB but i FINALLY got the chance last night AND HOLY SHIT

first of all FIRST OF ALL im gonna say this again: i love these two. these two in particular. your spideypool will always be my favorite no matter where you put them, but oh man these two.... there's so much that makes them my favorite but it's probably the viciousness of them, both in love and at others who've hurt them.

peter telling himself that the collar was a compromise, not obedience was such a good little piece of character development that made my heart ache just a little bit more for him.

i will always lose it over one of a pair losing their mind over others treating their partner like shit, even if it's unintentional. YES its not healthy and YES its still sexy as hell to watch wade break that dude's wrist bc he made a (correct) assumption about peter. he gives 0 fucks about staying hidden at this point bc his mate was just insulted. i just... it's so good.

and the wall scene??? where he just keeps saying "you're my mate" and all peter can say is "i understand" *melts into a puddle* they're so INTENSE and i love every second of it

OH OH AND THE FLASHBACK?? where they're all soft and gentle with each other becuase they're in LOVE and IDIOTS who refuse to admit to each ohter????? god damn golden.

and then wade LEAVING??? broke my heart (especially because i had to go back to work from my break and i was on a CLIFFHANGER!)

i know i've said this before but i will continue to tell you this because you do it SO DAMN WELL and i can only hope to emulate it: the way i can see the western movie montage of Wade zigzagging across the map, only music playing over the scene, as he slowly collects weapons and doesn't rest for nearly long enough. (oh and the little detail about the coin in the man's mouth for the undertaker?? i loved that so much!)

and i've left the best for last obviously: the way i can see the camera slowly pan up to see Pete staring down the barrel of the shotgun already half to feral in anger and heartbreak is one i will never forget. it's too good!! those bar patrons had no idea they were gonna get a show with their dinner that night lmao i love love fights like those where only one person is truly angry and the other makes it so so hard to keep it up when they're being so sweet...

and then 👀 wade picking pete's affection over getting himself off his *chefs kiss* the epitome of his character. i cannot WAIT to see what kind of hell they rain down on francis and the commander when they finally reach defiance. these two are VICIOUS and francis should be very very scared

okay, long ask OVER, i've loved these last few chapters, and i hate that i haven't had the time to leave you the proper showering of praise!! i hope you're doing well and having a great day!

Wow! Kudos on 70k in a month! That's great!

I totally agree with you-- the viciousness of Spideypool in love and in anger is what makes them great. The snap to violence from Wade, the answering violence from Peter, the way that even when they talk they aren't really saying what needs to be said, it really comes down to their ACTIONS-- the collar, the broken wrist, slamming Peter into a wall and Peter exposing his throat instead of getting defensive. Spideypool is all actions speak louder than words, and I love it.

THE REUNION SCENE. Goddamn I loved that shot of Wade finally giving himself a moment to really think about Peter and then that pan up to the shotgun barrel and Peter's furious eyes. I've had that line "you can kiss me, or you can come" planned out forever. My spideypool is always sort of intensely sexual, whether they fall into bed first and then it's feelings or if they just can't keep their hands off each other of (alot of the time) because of Wade's body image issues sex is a big deal for him and extremely emotional for Peter to want to touch him-- so Spideypool is always super intense when it comes to sex and Peter drawing that line between the act and the emotions is HUGE. Especially because he is a sex worker which means it's always been strictly physical between them and we've seen through flashbacks that they very rarely ever indulged in even a second of truth about their feelings.

So for this reunion when Peter basically tells Wade, you can have my body or my heart, and Wade chooses his HEART after all those years of turning away from Peter and denying their bond... UGH. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

And the way Peter sobs afterwards, how angry he is about Wade this one time actually following the rules and choosing to kiss him, choosing Peter's heart and feelings and their reconciliation instead of brushing it away for the often easier option of just ignoring what is happening between them... ITS BEAUTIFUL.

Every time I write Spideypool there's always a scene or moment or line that ends up staying with me for ages and this scene in this fic is it.

[inkykeiji]

Ah sorry if someone has already said this but all the rich boys™️ (Particularly in bmb but touya-nii as well!) give me massive My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone vibes!! Love ur work and hope you’re doing good! Stay safe n hydrated love

no no, no one has made that connection before!!!! BUT YES YES ANON I TOTALLY AGREE 110% ahaha oh my god ESPECIALLY the whole chorus and and and the line they tell me jesus walks, i tell them money talks <333

aw bb thank you so so much!!!!! you too my friend!! <33

#pain pills fly clothes if i fall i think i'll fly #hehehe i love that song SO much #but holy fuck i totally see where you're coming from omg YES #i love this #adding it to the playlist hehehe thank u anon #but like #to dabi's playlist or tomuras???? #could be either or tbh hehe #I HOPE YOU'RE DOING SWELL ANON BB <33 #sending u lots n lots of love n health!!!! stay safe as well!! #clari gets mail #inky.bb

[savetheblackpaladin]

OMG I love your newest scenario!!! Can you do the same one but with Keith? (btw, I really love your blog~ you're an inspiration tbh)

(omg ur too sweet?????)

The original prompt was thus:

“Sooooooo I was thinking what would Shiro do if his s/o showed up to party in a sexy black dress just to get him back for spending so much time with Voltron.”

Implied nsfw and some sweet, sweet angst. Just in time for season 3 (¬‿¬)

“Allura…I’m not so sure about this.” You tugged at the front of your black dress, trying futilely to force it to cover more of your exposed chest. “He’s already so wound up from Black choosing him to lead and Lotor nearly kidnapping Lance a-and he hasn’t even recovered from losing Shiro…I-I’m worried this is too much. What if he gets mad at us? Me? What if he thinks I’m not taking his feelings seriously and breaks up with me?” You whipped around and grabbed Allura by the shoulders, shoving your nose against hers, “What do I do? He’s gonna break up with me!”

“Breathe, darling, that’s it,” Allura rubbed her hands soothingly up your arms, “Everything is going to be fine. It’s just a party!” You stepped back and she let her arms fall to her side, “It’s ok to be worried Y/N, but you know Keith best. Do you really think he’d break up with you for a little petty revenge?”

She moved to pick out some jewelry to match your outfit while you deflated and sat on her bed, letting out a petulant ‘no’. She smiled kindly and continued, “Of course not, because he loves you. Silver or gold?”

You pointed at the silver necklace and she continued, “Now I know he’s a little stressed. But he’s taking it out on everyone and frankly, I grow tired of it.” You rolled your eyes, talk about an understatement. Loosing Shiro hit all of you hard, but none as hard as Keith. He lashed out at everyone, believing you’d all given up on finding him, but after the first fight with Lotor he finally came around to the idea that someone needed to pilot Black. Everyone knew he wanted it to be Allura, it made sense right? But when Black responded to him, his already surly demeanor took a turn for the worse as he began to push everyone away. Even you and Lance couldn’t get him to do anything other than train and eat.

“He’s been an–oh, what’s the wording Pidge used the other day? Oh! He’s been a ‘fucking asshole and needs to get that gargantuan stick out of his ass’.” She looked so proud at her use of Earth curse words you couldn’t help but laugh until tears ran from your eyes. 

You struggled to catch your breath and did your best to fan your eyes, trying to stop your makeup from smearing, “Oh my god, Allura! Why is Pidge teaching you curse words? It’s so wrong to hear you say them!”

She shrugged, “Does it matter? I agree.” She moved your hair to put the long silver necklace around your neck and to clip on matching earrings. “You’re his partner and he’s been a jerk. The very least we can do is throw back just what he is jeopardizing into his face.” 

You fiddled with the unaccustomed weight on your ears as Allura dug through jewelry for herself. She’s always so right. After Black chose him, you did your best to try and comfort Keith with soft words and gentle touches and when that failed, you did your best to entice him to your bed. But it all failed and when he began flinching away from your touch, you forced yourself to back off. If he wanted to work this out on his own, then fine. Three weeks later and Keith was slowly coming back to you but his rejection, or whatever it was, still stung. There was a small part of you that wanted to slap that pretty face of his each time he shyly kissed your cheek. 

But he was healing, in his own way. He wasn’t ready to talk or apologize quite yet and you weren’t sure if you were ready to accept it either. “He doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings Allura. He’s been alone so long…”, you sighed, unsure of where you were going with this. 

“That doesn’t excuse his actions, Y/N. Lashing out is easy, and it’s lazy. Now what we are doing is just simple fun.” She sashayed over and pulled your hands in hers, playfully causing you to dance with her, “We’re going to remind Keith just exactly what his actions could have cost him.” Truly, she was a devil.

Keith fidgeted with the collar of his Altean formal wear under the gaze of his fellow paladins. He could do this. He could totally do this. Just say the words Keith. Seriously. It’s not that hard. They’re just words. Oh my god, he forgot how to speak. 

Lance arched an eyebrow as Keith grew steadily redder and looked to Pidge who gave him a smug look, content to continue to let Keith suffer. He looked to Hunk who shrugged, also happy to watch Keith struggle. He called it character building. Lance sighed and wrapped a long arm around the struggling black paladin’s neck, “I’m dying of old age here buddy. You gonna speak or what?”

Keith nodded quickly, grounded by his friend’s touch, “Y-yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just…” He took a shuddering breath and started again, “I was a jerk. (”Yeah you were.”, Pidge quiped.) I was mourning, I’m still mourning. But that was no excuse to treat you guys like shit. You’re my family and you didn’t deserve that. So…I’m sorry. A-and I hope you guys will forgive me.” He quickly looked at his feet to avoid their gazes, hoping that was enough.

Lance hugged Keith close and thumped him hard on the back, “All is forgiven my dude.” Keith smiled as Hunk wrapped him up in another tight hug, crying something about not really being mad at him. Pidge didn’t move from her spot, instead choosing to hold her arms out while making a pained expression, “Well get over here you idiot. I’m still mad though.” She squeaked as Keith spun her around but was happy nonetheless. 

With his apologies to his friends over with, Keith felt some of the past month’s weight lift from his shoulder. But it wasn’t over yet. He already apologized to Coran but you and Allura were the last on his list. And arguably the hardest. Allura he could handle, he was fully prepared to suffer as her sparring partner for a month in repatriation, but you? You were a different beast altogether. He was scared. So scared. How could he possibly apologize enough for pushing you away? What little courage he had was spent every time he kissed you on the cheek. How was he going to spend an entire night with you if you didn’t take his apology? What if this was the end? What if he fucked up his relationship beyond repair?

The castle hall sliding open broke him free from his thoughts. He could do this. You mattered so much to him, the very least he could do was apologize. He. Could. Do this! 

But holy shit, you looked radiant. Keith gulped and felt his jitters return as he watched you adjust the dark shawl around your shoulders. He couldn’t see the dress you were wearing but he didn’t need to to know you looked so fucking beautiful. But when you carefully avoided looking at him and stayed attached to Allura’s side he felt dread settle in his stomach. Oh no…

You managed to keep calm after watching Keith’s face fall as you ignored him. It hurt but eh, payback is one hell of a bitch isn’t it? Allura patted your arm and gave a small smirk as she successfully stirred you two towards the transport pod. Phase one: complete.

Phase two was the fun part. The party was on a recently liberated planet, Lotte, to celebrate Voltron’s success against one of Lotor’s generals. And it was swanky as hell, taking place in what was essentially was an underground nightclub: loud music, flashing lights, and a ridiculous amount of food and drinks. You couldn’t have asked for a better place to get revenge.

You shrugged out of your shawl and snuck a quick glance at Keith over your shoulder. His gaze was instantly glued to your exposed back. Perfect. Your dress was hella short, tight, backless, low cut and it hit all of Keith’s kinks. You saw Lance quickly cover Pidge’s eyes as he took notice before throwing your shawl in Keith’s face, using the momentary distraction to disappear into the crowd.

You felt Allura’s hand close around your wrist as she pulled you through the crowd of moving limbs. She bent over to speak into your ear, struggling to be heard over the music, “Ready?” Hell yes. Time to party!

Keith was going to kill them. All of them. Every single idiot who had the audacity to put their filthy, unworthy hands on you. He ground his teeth harder as another new partner started grinding behind you, his furred hands playing dangerously with the short hem of your skirt. 

That was it. That was fucking it. He growled as he shoved party goers out of his way to reach you. But the eye contact and sinister smirk you gave him stopped him in his tracks. You knew he was watching? His anger deflated, replaced by confusion as he watched you dance a little more suggestively with your partner than was strictly necessary while maintaining eye contact. 

Oh. OH. You dirty little minx. Is that the game you were playing? Keith was a jerk so lets make him jealous by dancing in a sexy black dress with literally everyone in a club except for him. He licked his lips, caught between letting you play your game or shoving that dickhead off you and showing him what a good time really looks like.

Oh fuck it. It’s been three weeks since he’d even kissed your lips properly, let alone seen you in something this sexy. And he wasn’t a man known for his patience.

You smiled as you felt your current dance partner being shoved off, his large hands being replaced with someone intimately familiar. Keith’s familiar cologne, and strong touch nearly overloaded your already overstimulated senses as he pulled you close, his breathing ragged in your ear. Oh how you missed his hands on your hips. The way he somehow held you in a vice-like grip while still treating you like broken glass, the way he projected ‘this woman is mine’ with just his body alone, daring anyone stupid enough to try and take you. Your overprotective Keith was back. 

You felt an involuntary grin break out on your face as you rocked against your lover, not quite grinding against him but just giving him enough ghostly pressure to remind him what it felt like to move against you. “I missed you,” his voice was like honey in your ear and you felt yourself melting against him, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that. I was awful to you and I-I’m so sorry.” You felt Keith drop his forehead to your shoulder but he never stopped rocking his hips to the beat. 

Now, how to accept his apology? You could turn around and kiss him senseless, shoving your tongue in his mouth like you were trying to taste his apology. You could ignore him and continue dancing, letting him simmer for a while longer. Or, you could find the nearest bathroom and let him fuck you senseless. 

Now that was an idea.

You reached up to grab a fistful of hair, tugging his mouth to yours to swallow his low moan as you ground your ass as hard as you could against his crotch, reveling in how quickly he rose to half-mast. He’s always so sensitive, your feisty paladin. 

You smirked against against his lips as he pulled your hips against him, forgetting the music and just grinding his erection against you, gently tugging your skirt higher so he could touch the soft skin of your thighs as he let a hand wander.

“I forgive you, Keith.” You weren’t sure if he could hear you but he must have gotten the gist because his voice was rough with lust against your ear as he nearly growled for you to ‘get to the bathroom this instant so I can fuck you.’ And thank you club music for being unnecessarily loud.

#keith kogane X reader #keith X reader #voltron imagines #voltron headcannons #voltron scenarios #keith kogane #voltron self insert #listen i adore keith and he's such an angsty boy #don't take this wrong at all #but this was the only way i could think of keith ignoring you #because he's a loyal peanut and would never leave you #he's like a kicked puppy #also i'm gay for allura if u couldnt tell

[fluffandlove]

Hey, I'm glad to see you're gonna be okay. I think you deserve a nice big hug for getting through all that... and maaaaaaaybe some tickle fingers ~

Hewwo, you nice person you~! ☆

Ugh, yes, hugs would be nice *-* I’m always such a slut for hugs asdlfksdfasd 

And I got some tickles this week ;~; And kisses, like, I may or may not ended up in crush friend’s room, making out for two hours in the middle of the night, combined with tickles WOOOOOOPS oh help 

Gonna put it under a read-more LOL 

This week some dudes who work for the newspaper visited our school and taught us how to read a Japanese newspaper (nothing new, because literally the only thing stopping us from reading it is the massive amount of kanji nghghghghh) 

At the end of this class, we were asked to take a picture with them and girl friend and I were the ones in front, cause we’re short and were asked to hold one end of the newspaper each. When we did, I felt something crawling up my back so, thinking it was a spider or some shit, I reach for it to smack it, but I feel a hand. That same hand simply crawled up higher and continued to tickle my back aosidufdjskfasd I look over my shoulder and see crush friend grinning down at me 

AND THIS ALL HAPPENED WHILE OUR HOMEROOM TEACHER WAS ABOUT TO TAKE THE PICTURE. My body started squirming cause that asshole was now wiggling his fingers between my shoulder blades and oh my god, I couldn’t reach his hand. I hissed at him to quit it they’re taking our fucking picture but he just laughed and continued 

“All right, taking the picture, please look at the camera!” our teacher called out and I was giggling like a fucking idiot because he was squeezing lightly around my shoulders while wiggling his fingers that asshole 

the picture was taken and I probably look like an idiot cause I was literally about to sink through my knees at that point and crush friend stopped instantly. 

“Asshole.” I shoved him and he just laughed harder and we went back to our seats. I casually ignored girl friend who asked why I was so red hA 

That same day we went to a baseball game (which was pretty awesome omg) and when we got on the bus, we met up with our teachers who got on at a later stop. Now I don’t know why, but girl friend was sitting next to me and started poking my sides out of the blue 

so I squeaked and curled up, BUT OTHER GIRL FRIEND WAS SITTING BEHIND ME AND WENT FOR MY NECK AND CRUSH FRIEND WHO WAS SITTING NEXT TO HER STARTED RUNNING HIS FINGERS OVER MY BACK OH MY GOD AILKSFDFLSKFS 

The teachers started laughing and watched me half-trying to smack their hands away, half-squirming out of my seat. One teacher said I should run, but then crush friend said, “No, wait, I got it… You gotta do it like this.”Cue him running the tips of his fingers down my back reeeaaaal gently and that made me squeal so loudly that everyone burst out laughing and I quickly doubled over to hide my face BYE 

Time skip forward to the day before yesterday where a few of us were sitting in the upstairs lobby, drinking and laughing. Crush friend started tickling my sides at some random point so I shuffled backwards to other guy friend who simply grabbed both of my wrists and lifted them up with an evil laugh

Crush friend then proceeded to wiggle his fingers under my shirt and I kinda fell off the couch u feel Guy friend just went, “Yaaaasss, torture her goood!” aAFKJSDFLASDJFKASDFAK

Around 3am (and we had class the next day lol), crush friend said he’d go to the bathroom for a bit and he patted my shoulder, “And you should get to bed.”“I don’t wannaaaaaa”“Well, since you’re already following me downstairs, you could just join me in my room for a while.” We were both pretty close to drunk haaahaaaa, which is always dangerous for us. My room’s the other way, I was about to go there, but when he was unlocking his room, he jokingly said, “… What, you’re not coming?” 

I shrugged and followed him to his room. I was waiting at the door while he went to the bathroom and after he was done, we hugged. Now I dunno what happened, but apparently I bumped into the light switch and the lights were turned off, BUT I DIDN’T NOTICE CAUSE I HAD MY FACE BURIED IN HIS CHEST 

“… Jo.”“Yes.”“Why’d you turn off the lights?”“… I did?” He burst out laughing and hugged me closer. “Yeah, you did. I thought it was some kind of hint, or some shit.”“It could be. Even though I did it accidentally.” He hummed, gently let go, went to close the curtains and sat on the bed. I took a few steps until I was standing in front of him and he laid his head on my chest. It was super dark and I could barely see, so I kept my eyes closed most of the time 

“If you stay here…”“I’ll be fine.”“You sure?” “Yeah.”  I honestly felt like I was in a movie once again because he groaned, took my waist and pulled me on top of him. At first we just hugged but then he started nudging my jaw with his nose and we ended up kissing. His hands went under my shirt and started caressing and massaging my back 

I remember it tickling like crazy when he used super gentle touches and I gasped softly, my back twitching. So his hand stilled, “What? You okay??” he whispered, slightly panicked “Sorrythattickled,” I mumbled, totally embarrassed because I felt like I had ruined the moment “Oh, sorry.” and he pulled his hand out of my shirt but that didn’t really matter cause a few moments later it was back again after we started kissing again 

I remember this one part in which he pushed himself up, so I was sitting on his lap and he held me so very tightly, hand on the back of my neck, fingers in my hair and continuously asking if I was okay in between kisses. And after that, he growled against my neck and turned me around, pushing me back on the bed so I was on my back and he was leaning over me. 

We communicated non-stop and I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better guy at that point. His hand also went for my thigh after about an hour or so, which also tickled like crazy actually, especially when he was tracing the bone and kissing my jaw. Or the part where he caressed my sides and ribs and I asuidjfksdlfasdjlfiksdfsdfjklsdfsd god goddddddd

I fucking scared him every time my body shifted and I gasped, fuuuuuhuuuuckkk 

“We have school in like six hours,” I mumbled at some random point “Let’s just both skip school,” he whispered against my lips. “I could do this all night.” “Yeah, me, too, but-” then he kissed me real quick, squeezing my side “Then what?”“… Never mind.” “Good.” yeah i’m weak, I know 

Around 5am, yes I shit you not, we lay there, kinda out of breath and he laid an arm over my torso. “It’s late. Just sleep here.”  The sun had started to come up because I could see light through the curtains like shiiiiiit I was both awake and tired at the same time. I easily could’ve continued kissing him endlessly, but I knew we had to sleep. He lent me a shirt that reached my thighs eeeeeppp and we went to sleep. 

I woke up around 8 and was about to go the bathroom, but apparently I had woken him up cause his arm around my waist tightened. “Will you be back?”“… I just need to pee,” I chuckled “Oh, okay” and he turned around and went back to sleep 

In the end he did go to class and I went back to my own room to get some more sleep hueeee 

I can’t believe all of that actually happened holy shit 

#personal #tickling #stories #crush friend #anonymous #answered