Ahhh!! Nobody asked for this (sadly) but I'm doing it anyway. Voltron tk headcanons!! :D
Hc's under the cut!!
Shiro:
Eh, most people would think that he is quite ticklish, but that's not really the case.
He is ticklish, yes, but only around 4/10 on the tk scale, which (compared to others) isn't much.
He's not much of a lee, but he is a RUTHLESS ler, Keith and confirm after living with Shiro and enduring his frequent ler moods for years on end 😅.
Only ticklish spots are behind his knees, his ears and the back of his neck where his hair ends and meets his back.
He uses his strong ass mechanic arm to pin his lee's hands down and tickle the SHIT out of them 😭.
Very skilled ler.
85% ler, 15% lee.
Adam would 100% tickle him even knowing he's not that ticklish.
Hunk:
Actually quite ticklish, around a 6.5/10 on the scale.
55% ler and 45% lee.
Worst spot is his top sets of ribs.
Vibrating your fingers at the top of his ribs make his laugh wheezy and hiccup-y.
Very flustered when teased.
"Coochie coochie coo!" and "tickle tickle tickle" work really well on him.
When he's a ler, he's very gentle, he doesn't use rough tickles, be used soft ones like pokes and light traces.
Though these work really well on his lees
Lance:
Growing up being the older sibling with lots of younger siblings, he's very experienced in this type of stuff.
75% ler, 25% lee.
Just because he's mainly a ler doesn't mean he isn't ticklish himself.
Solid 8/10 on the tk scale
Worst spots are his armpits, belly anddd.. neck
Wrecks EVERYBODY in Voltron, literally.
Teases everybody
They're TERRIBLE.
He doesn't even have to touch his lee, he can just tease and they'd already be giggling.
Skilled ass ler
Like, terrifyingly skilled
Keith:
OH MY GOD MY BABYNYBYBYBYBTB
I love him so much I cant ..
14/10 on the tk scale
THE MOST TKLISH IN VOLTRON
90% lee, 10% ler
Worst spots are: back of the neck (i totally didn't add that because of his mullet and the headcanon that his mullet tks his neck ..) , thighs, feet, armpits, hips, under his chin, his back and his palms.
Basically every spot IMAGINABLE.
When he's galra, scratch under his chin, he let's out the sweetest giggles
Lance does this .. (Klance IS real trust me ..)
Shiro has the WORST ler moods and KEITH is ALWAYS the victim of these attacks
Their brotherly bond makes me cry I love brotherly sheith (NOT THE SHIP. I HHHAAAAATTTTTEEEEEE SHEITH AS A SHIP.)
Only Shiro, Lance, Hunk and Allura know that Keith is tklish.
Allura knows because her mice saw Shiro and Lance wreck Keith and they told her
Pidge:
Not tklish.
whatsoever.
maybe on her hands, like scratching the skin between her fingers will make her chuckle, but nothing else.
It's crazy, you'd think Pidge WOULD be tklish, but she's not
These both aren't tklish, alteans (or however you spell it, idk) aren't.
Not one bit.
THESE ARE SO LAZY AND OLD I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT ACTIVE ANYMORE, I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF LIFE PROBLEMS RECENTLY AND I DECIDED TO POST THIS DRAFT TO MAKE UP FOR IT ..
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"I can't believe this is the first time you're trying bubble tea." As incredulous as he sounds, Lance recognizes that Keith hasn't been gifted many opportunities to partake in the delicious tapioca pearl drink, but still, how could he have not at least been curious about it?
Amethyst eyes roll at Lance's words before glancing down at the beverage settled on the table in front of him. "I'm trying it now, so hush." This is truly a step out of Keith's comfort zone. He knows what he likes when it comes to sustenance and generally sticks to that box (unless Lance drags him out of it), so the idea of trying something new churns his stomach a bit, especially something like squishy little balls floating within a liquid he’s meant to drink. Oceanic sight is fixated on him however, the scrutiny making Keith feel as though he was under a time limit, and if he didn’t raise the straw to his lips soon and drink, then a terrible event would occur. Thank god they’re in the comfort of their own apartment, because Lance looking at him like that in public would only embarrass him further.
“Lance.”
“Mhm?”
“Stop looking at me so intensely.”
“Oh, am I making you nervous~?” His boyfriend is adorable, truly. Keith sends a squint Lance’s way and he responds with a nearly shit - eating grin.
“I’m gonna throw it in the garbage if you don’t chill⎯”
“Nonono, okay, alright, I'll just enjoy my own drink.” Upon those words, supple lips cover his straw to sip at his own tea, sucking up a few of the pearls, relishing in the smooth texture and sweet taste. He even unlocks his phone and begins scrolling through it, showing Keith that he is indeed backing off a bit.
With another roll of those stormy eyes, Keith finally curls his palm around the cup and brings the straw between his lips. Lance, despite pretending to remain attentive to his phone, had glanced up at Keith as soon as he noticed movement in his peripherals, observing eagerly for the other’s reaction. It takes a moment to process the mouth feel and taste of the tapioca and tea combination Keith chose, but once everything’s swallowed, Lance’s stomach flips for joy at the small smile that blooms over Keith’s features.
“You look pleased.” Lance follows his delight with a grin of his own, toothy and dazzling. Keith’s smile is almost shy, as if embarrassed by how his visage puts his satisfaction on display.
“Fine, you were right. It’s pretty good.”
“Oh? Wait, hold on⎯” Confusion momentarily spreads across Keith’s face as Lance taps furiously away on his phone, before holding it in his palm, closer to the other. “Say that I’m right again, I want to capture it for a ringtone.”
“Oh, screw off, Lance,” But his tone holds amusement and affection, not a bite of maliciousness could be found in those words.
“Nah, nah, nah, c’mon. Just once!” Lance presses the phone even closer and Keith shifts out of the way, that smile blossoming a grin just as stunning as Lance’s.
“I said no!” An arm darts out to poke and prod at his boyfriend’s sides to force him to move the phone away from Keith. Lance squeaks and recoils back some, but that doesn’t mean he’s given up. Placing the phone in his less dominant hand, Lance reaches out in a mimic of Keith’s earlier action, and begins lightly scribbling his nails along Keith’s side, igniting a leak of giggles from him. “Lahahahance, st⎯stahap!”
“Not until you tell my phone how right I was about you liking bubble tea.” He steps closer to give himself better access, the fingers that are actively tickling Keith digging in a bit more, which rewards him with a higher pitch of those giggles and stronger squirming.
“I’m⎯aaahahaha⎯I-I’m not dohohoing that!” With a quick burst of strength and speed, he breaks free from Lance’s ticklish grip and escapes into their bedroom, which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest place to run to.
“You get back here!” Lance demands and immediately takes off after Keith, tackling him to the surface of their bed, pressing his weight into him whilst knees settle on either side of his hip, locking the swordsman in place. Those slender digits discover home on Keith's stomach, grazing the fabric covered skin enough to bring giggles forth from him once again. "Sooo, why don't we see who's more ticklish?"
Keith hides a gulp, even though he already knows the answer; he's proven it tons of times. Lance may be more sensitive than he is, but he can also be a devastating tickler when he wants to be. The hairs on his arms stand on end at the anticipation of it, the challenge his boyfriend poses has his stomach doing flips and even though Keith knows he's in for it, he isn't struggling or fighting back against him, not really.
That is, until Lance digs into the flesh of his waist without so much as a warning, and Keith's body jerks on its own, hips bucking up and against Lance as laughter erupts from him like water shooting from a busted fire hydrant. He’s already having a go at a very sensitive area on Keith, which tells him that Lance isn’t playing games. With a mind of its own, muscular frame wriggles underneath Lance’s weight, tempted to utilize his limbs and try pushing back at the other, but his body does all but try to stop his boyfriend’s antics.
“Sh-Shihihihit, La⎯aaahahahahance!” Electricity rockets throughout his skin, igniting him like a current that only heightens in reactivity with every damned brush and caress of Lance’s fingers. His bellows raise in volume when the other snakes his hands up along his stomach, making certain to draw through each contour of his abs, before stopping right on top of his ribs. That’s when Keith’s hands finally shoot up to grip at Lance’s wrists, but it does nothing to deter any movement; if anything, it brings a shit-eating smirk to those lips of his.
“Ah, can’t handle it, love~? Is it too much for you already?” Keith swears through a squeal when Lance squeezes at the space of his bottom ribs, biting back the urge to squirm. “I dunno… you had me crowned as the most ticklish, but I think I might have to step down from the throne for someone more fitting.” To end his point on a bang, those evil digits make quick work of kneading at Keith’s ribs, from down to up, and back down again, jumping from digging tickles to grazing scribbles so that Keith was stilled at a constant edge. An absolutely delicious whine breaches from the confines of Keith’s throat, followed by the rapid falls of wheezy laughter that even have Lance giggling a little too.
His physical fortitude is diminishing fast, so if he wants to turn this into a fight, then he needs to act even faster. Through squinted sight, Keith removes a hand from Lance’s wrist and launches it to his side, delivering squeezes in quick succession that effectively force Lance to shift his weight nearly entirely off of Keith, squealing at the sensation. The opportunity is there and Keith jumps on it with not an iota to spare. Trained core strength helps in twisting the lower half of his body so that he and Lance flip positions, and within seconds, the gunman is now pinned back to bed spread, skylight eyes wide in surprise. Now it’s Keith's turn to don that smirk.
“Sorry babe, I’m afraid I can’t take that crown. I don’t deserve it, but I can show you who does.” Now it’s Lance’s turn to gulp. And, similarly to how he had just treated Keith minutes ago, Keith wastes not a moment in tickling his boyfriend silly, for as long as the evening will allow.
