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dynamic that goes platinum in my brain once in a while

Buzzing in his ear, hovering in front of his face and wiggling their hips, sitting on his shoulder and kicking their tiny feet to hear the ping ping ping of the impact against his pauldron...

No dice. The man is focused as ever, despite the fact there's certainly no threat to be had in the royal gardens he so diligently guards.

An idea occurs to one of them. The little bell-like tinkle of her laughter rings in his ear as she hops up from her perch to whisper to her friends, and almost immediately they flit a circle around him, before launching themselves up and under his breast plate, squirming through layers until they find bare skin

They begin tickling with tiny fingers and fluttering wings at wherever they can reach. They feel his muscles tense beneath the skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of their touch, his breath hitching when one of them finds a particularly ticklish place...

He realizes with a sinking feeling that he can't brush them away, for they're protected by his very own armor.. He'll just have to hope they get bored eventually. Which, come to think of it, seems unlikely now that they've gotten even the smallest of reactions.

Fortunately, he thinks to himself, on the outside, nobody would have a clue he's being tickled by a half-dozen miniature winged women... so long as he can keep quiet~

“keep your arms up - i know you can do it, you’re so strong”

“there’s that smile i love so much”

“your laugh is so damn cute”

“don’t hide - i wanna see that pretty face of yours”

“your body is amazing/your skin is so soft”

“can i touch you here?”

“you have the best reactions”

“i love seeing you squirm, it turns me on”

“i’ll give you a break, you earned it”

“you’ve done so well, can you take a little bit more?”