Warnings: Tickles! Inaccurate examples of lion bond powers
Prompt: When that painfully familiar mood hits, Lance tries to get Keith to retaliate. Blue helps her hopeless paladin out.
Tags: Those who asked for a Voltron fic, your wish is my command! @touch-of-a-ticklish-button @j4sp3r-lmao
“Lance, I’m going to punch you if you don’t stop annoying me,” Keith growled, shoving Lance’s socked foot away from his side for the nth time that evening.
Lance had been relentlessly poking him—and by relentless, he means that it was about every forty seconds or so. The blue paladin only cheesed at the red, going for another poke.
Groaning, in annoyance, Keith grabbed Lance’s ankle and stretched his leg to the side. The younger boy yelped in pain and smacked at Keith’s hand. “Okay! Okay! Ouch, dude! Let go!”
“Then stop acting like a child!” The black-haired male released the other’s leg, crossing his arms with a huff. “Honestly! All I wanted was to watch the movie that Pidge got us at the space mall today, but I can’t do that because you’re being so annoying!”
Lance paused and frowned, tucking his legs into his body and turning toward the tiny TV. His smile was gone, as was his playful demeanor.
‘Do not despair, Cub… Red is agitated…’
Lance rested his chin on his knees, ignoring Blue’s words that were echoing through his head.
‘Maybe ask Yellow for help… He is kind… understanding…’
The younger boy shook the thoughts away, ‘watching’ the movie silently. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling in his skin, along with the almost-painful butterflies in his stomach. If there was one thing Lance hated, it was getting these moods.
Keith glanced to the side, huffing at the brunette’s demeanor. “Why are you pouting?”
“M’not.”
“Lance—“
“I’m not pouting! You wanted me to be quiet and leave you alone, so I am.”
Keith paused for a moment, then sighed, looking back at the tv. He found himself unable to focus, so he turned back to Lance. “Tell me what’s bothering you. You wanted my attention, and now you have it.”
“Nothing. You were right; I just wanted to annoy you.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not a liar!”
‘Tell the truth, Cub… Red worries…’
“I don’t believe you.” Keith scooted closer, closing in on Lance.
The butterflies in the blue paladin’s stomach increased, as did the tingling in his skin. He felt a warmth enveloping him as well—Blue’s bond.
‘Tell the truth… Will make you…’
He shook his head in refusal. What was that supposed to mean?
Lance felt a lump in his throat, and he furrowed his brow in confusion. The lump traveled up… and up… and up… until—
“I don’t believe you. Why were you being such a brat?”
“I wanted you to tickle me.”
Both boys froze at the younger’s honesty. Lance’s eyes widened, and he waved his hands frantically. He wanted to squeak out an excuse, but he found another lump sneaking up and out of his mouth.
“Sometimes I get this feeling in my body, and it means it wants someone to tickle me.” He slapped his hand over his mouth in mortification. Another goddamn lump was coming up. “I was too embarrassed to ask Hunk.”
Lance buried his face into one of the pillows on the couch, turning his back to the red paladin. His ears burned hot, and he shook his head repeatedly.
‘Blue! What the hell?!
‘Told you, Cub… would make you tell truth…’
‘Keith is going to think I’m weird now! He’s going to be disgusted, and he won’t want talk to me anymore!’
‘Cub is wrong… Red’s mood… softer… playful…’
‘You keep getting me into bad situations! Just stop with the advi—‘
“That’s it? That’s all you wanted?” Keith’s voice broke him out of his mental argument with his lion. “Dude, I thought you were trying to piss me off so bad that I would leave.”
Lance buried himself deeper in the pillow, curling in on himself, “Nonononono! I lied! I was just joking, man! Haha! Funny joke! You’re right; I just wanted to bug y-AH! Wahahahahahait!” The younger boy jolted, arms flying to his sides when he felt fingers wiggling against them. “Ihihihihi wahahahahas kihihihiddihihihing! Keheheheheith!”
“Doesn’t seem like you were. Your body just relaxed the second I touched you; I felt it.” Keith’s fingers dug in a little deeper, and Lance squeaked, falling backwards onto his back. He held the pillow over his face, giggling into it.
“Nohohohohoho!”
‘Cub is feeling lighter… Red is playful… enjoying self…’
“Oh man, I can’t believe I didn’t see it. I mean, I know I didn’t grow up with all of the siblings, but I’m pretty perceptive—“ His hands traveled up to Lance’s ribs, eliciting a bark of laughter and a squirm from the younger. “I think anyone could tell you I’m perceptive, but I’m surprised I missed it, Y’know?”
Ugh! Stupid Keith being all casual while totally killing him!
Yeh blue paladin kicked his legs as he tried to trap Keith’s hands against his body. Naturally, it did not stop the tickling; it only made it much worse. Lance squirmed against the couch, body jolting every which way.
“Y’know, you could have just asked me. I wouldn’t have thought you were weird or anything.”
‘Cub worries for nothing… Red is kind… patient… enjoys Cub’s company…’
Lance pulled the pillow impossibly closer to his face, trying to ignore the burning feeling on his skin. His joyful laughter was muffled by the fabric, much to Keith’s annoyance.
“Why are you hiding? I thought you wanted me to do this.”
Lance only whined in response at the question.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!”
“Shut up? How rude of you Lance. Not very kind of you at all. Maybe I need to get Shiro out here to—“
“Nohohohoho!” The brunette clamped his arms down further, eliciting a smile from Keith.
Sometimes, during these playful moments, Lance forgets that he and his fellow paladins are trained soldiers for a space war. He had forgotten this when Keith freed one of his hands and yanked the pillow off his face. Lance, in turn, smacked his hands over it instead.
“Well, well, well, this won’t do at all…” Keith’s fingers left his body, and Lance took the moment to breathe. “How am I supposed to see your smile if you have your hands over your face?”
“Shove off! You suck, Mullet!”
“Hey, you’re the one who asked for this in the first place!” Keith argued in return. Lance whined, curling in on himself. “Dude. It’s literally nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes the body just craves touch.”
“I knoooooow, but… ugh.”
“Will you take your hands away now?”
“No way. I don’t want you to see my face!”
“Well, looks like I’ll just have to make you.”
“Make me? How are you gonna— ACK! AHAHAHA! KEHEHEHEHEITH NAHAHAHAO!” The blue paladin squirmed when the red’s fingers latched onto his tummy. “NONONONONOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“Ooh! Wow. What a reaction,” Keith cooed, snaking his hands underneath Lance’s thin top. His fingers wriggled against the boy’s bare skin, only causing him to turn on his side and squeal into his hands more. “Come oooon, let me see that smile!”
‘Cub is having fun?… Red is enjoying self…’
Lance’s legs kicked wildly against the sofa. Every attempt his body made to escape was only met with the older’s tickling fingers.
“YOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!”
“I might,” Keith hummed, “but it’ll make you feel better for sure.”
A familiar voice entered both of their ears. “Hey guys! What’s so funny?” Hunk appeared in the doorway as it opened with a hiss, dressed in his pajamas.
Curiously, he walked to the couch and took in the scene. The movie was long forgotten—the credits were rolling now. Keith looked delighted, looking down at something.
Well, someone.
Hunk’s smile widened when he saw his best friend struggling to keep his ‘cool-guy’ composure. With every pinch to his skin, another yelp and fit of giggles would leave him.
“Oh, we tickling Lance?” He walked around the side of the couch to confirm his suspicions.
Stupid Hunk talking about it like it was the most casual thing in the world! Lance felt Keith’s fingers cease their wiggling, instead patting his bare stomach.
“He ask—“ the older boy paused, not wanting to betray Lance’s trust. “He was being a total brat. I figured Shiro would get mad if I actually hurt him, so I did the next best thing. Now, he’s covering his face, and I can’t figure out what to do to make him stop.”
“Oh, is that it?”
There was a shift in Lance’s position. Hunk, as he always could do, manhandled the blue paladin to turn his body. Now with his back to Keith again, Lance peeked through his fingers in confusion.
“You want him to crack? Observe.”
The younger boy felt a weight on his legs, and before he knew it, he was screaming in laughter again.
“NONONONOHOHOHOHO!! HUHUHUHUNK! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT MY HIHIHIHIPS!” Lance’s body fell backwards against Keith’s, and he was half expecting the other paladin to tickle him too. Instead, he was held gently, an arm around his torso. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“Has he asked you to stop yet?” Hunk inquired casually, tweaking his best friend’s hipbones with his thumbs.
“Mm mnh,” Keith hummed in reply, gently patting Lance’s chest.
Hunks fingers traveled upward, thumbs drilling into that squishy spot on his waistline, just above his hips.
“NAHAHAHAHA! HUHUHUHUNK!” Lance shot upward, grabbing at his best friend’s hands.
“Ope! There you go, Keith! You got your wish.”
The blue paladin’s face was overtaken mostly by his ear-to-ear smile. His eyes were open, but they didn’t stay that way for long when Hunk resumed his tickling. Falling backwards against Keith again, Lance barked with joyful laughter.
He was expecting to be able to hide behind his hands, but the older male was quick to pin them to Lance’s torso.
Lance’s loud laughter was not something Keith was expecting to enjoy so much. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach with every squeal and cackle. He wanted to take part in it again… if he could just…
“EEEEYAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! KEHEHEHEHEITH!” The blue paladin squirmed against Keith’s body when another hand descended to tickle his ribs.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” Hunk cooed.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“You just tell us when to stop,” Keith hummed.
‘My paladin, pay close attention to Blue. While he is enjoying himself, he will reach his limit soon.’ Red’s words entered his head, and Keith nodded in return.
Well, might as well go for the kill.
Keith shoved his hands under Lance’s arms, wiggling mercilessly. Immediately, in turn, he was met with a loud squeal of laughter. Lance flopped like a fish against Keith’s body, trying to squirm every which way.
Hunk’s hands lifted immediately, and Keith brought his arms down to rest on Lance’s torso again.
“Take some breaths, bud,” Hunk instructed, getting back onto his feet.
Panting with a huge smile, the blue paladin fully flopped back against the red. He caught his breath carefully, his eyes shutting subconsciously.
“Well, my work here is done. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” Hunk noted, making his way out of the living room.
Keith looked down at Lance with a soft smile. “Well? Scratched the itch?”
Nodding tiredly, Lance sighed. His eyes reminded shut as he recovered from the attack.
“You can just ask next time, sharpshooter. No need to try to provoke me.” The red paladin’s hand found its way up to Lance’s hair, petting his head gently. “You wanna sleep?”
“Mmngh…. Movie….”
“Movie’s done, idiot. Go to sleep.”
“Mmmmkay.”
Keith couldn’t lie; he quite enjoyed the weight against his torso. Plus, a snoozing Lance was a quiet Lance.
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Alan and you were sitting in the couch alan wrapped around his arms around you while watching a movie and you were about to sleep until you felt something brush on your side as you sqeauked as alan look over to his right and raise a eyebrow at u.
You trying to act like nothing happened but it happened again as you yelp and grab alan wrist u look at alan as he had a smirk on across his face
You were trying to squirm out of his grasp but successfully pinned u as you had a nervous grin on your face.
Alan: hehe seem like somebody has weak spot~
You shaked your head to determined to make him stop and let it go as he teasingly go to your ribs as he counted your ribs
Alan: 1~ 2~ 3~
You were holding in your giggles as they bubbled up in you as alan keeps doing this silly counting along your ribs with scribbles.
Alan: 6~7~8~9
Your face was genuinely red at this point almost like alan skin, as when alan done counting he goes off
as he tickles your tummy and armpits back and forth, as you burst out your laughter as u laugh like a hyena as alan had charming smile on his face,
While he tickled u ruthlessly. You try squirming to try to run but alan was stronger as he pinched and prodded your belly,
Alan: nope i won't, this is my entertainment right here in my arms.
You were hiccuping in your laughter as he moved his long neck to your belly as he raspberried & nibbled your tummy as he moved down to your legs as you covered your face to hide your blush while you were feeling like u about to die from the teasing,
You:OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOD STOHOHOHOHOPHA THIHIHIS
It was interesting for alan to show the other side of him than being a stressed like critter who want to be working all day
He stopped for a moment for u to take a breather you were glad ur boyfriend let u have fresh air it was only for short moment
You: hah huh ha good u sto- hey wait though u were done!
as Alan moved down to your feet, and straddled them obviously, as he started doing that tease counting stuff again, this time on your toes
You were giggling even though he didn't do anything yet, He dragged out his words out to flustered u
Alan: 1~ 2~ 3~ oh no now i had to started over again 1~2
Your face is immediately red like a tomato from all of this flustering counting, He just secretly loves ur blush on your face as He continues to "count" on your feet, as when he done doing the silly little counting
He tickles ur feet and tighten his hold on your ankles as he scratches and Scribbles ur feet
As you shrieked in laughter you twist and turned to get away, and it was impossible to get out of the red critter's grasp and he was enjoying this until he heard u wheeze as he stop and let go.
U immediately clutched ur knees to your body, and curl up into a ball while leftover giggles come out of your body as alan let u have space as u plot to do revenge
As you sit up and curled up to alan as he apologized
Alan: mmm sorry, i just got carried away
You: y-your forgiven alan
And now this was your chance to do it as you tickle his armpits as the critter laughed and launch his neck back while laughing and honking like a goose as he pounced back at you
As u two have a tickle fight together for while and when it stop
You & alan were sleeping on top of eachother while the movie ends with the credits on the tv
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“Tokito! Himejima! It’s nice to see you two!” Tanjiro cooed. From his left, Genya offered them a small wave, munching on a grilled rice ball. “Do you want one? I made them myself!” When the boy flashed them that signature, blinding smile, neither pillar could deny his request.
Kneeling at the tiny table—which looked doll-sized for the giant hashira—the two males murmured a ‘thanks for the food’ before graciously accepting the grilled rice ball.
“Is it good?” Inquired the mist hashira, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.
The red-haired slayer looked to the one next to him with a giddy smile. “Well… Genya?”
“It’s edible,” the older slayer answered, finishing his third one. A small smile tugged at the side of his lips.
“Hey!” Tanjiro whined.
It really did smell incredible, the sent of furikake blessing their noses. “Such high praise. Don’t flatter him too much,” Gyomei joked, taking a bite. He hummed in satisfaction as the delicious flavor hit his lips. “It’s wonderful, Young Kamado.”
“Really?!”
A whine of protest left Genya when his hand was slapped away from the plate. Muichiro gave him a death glare, casually chewing on his own meal. “Hey, you little shit, what gives?!”
“Language,” Gyomei scolded, finishing his rice ball after only the second bite.
“I’m seventeen! I’m not a baby,” Genya grumbled, trying to reach for another, only to be smacked again.
The stone pillar was allowed, however. He picked up two with ease of access by Muichiro. “Precisely. You must set an example for your subordinates.”
“Yeah, Shinazugawa, watch your language. There’s young ears present,” the blue-eyed boy ordered in a casual voice. He hummed happily. “Tanjiro, these are yummy.”
“Hey! You may be my superior, but you’re still three years younger than me. Don’t you go ordering me around.”
“Oh yeah?” The mist pillar hummed. “Which of us is the hashira again?”
“You little—!”
Gyomei exhaled, preparing to step in, but instead of hearing Genya screaming from Muichiro easily overtaking him, it was Muichiro that made noise instead… laughter?
“Agh! Hehehehehey!” yelped the mist hashira as Genya sat on his waist, tickling his sides. “Whahahat ahahahare yohohou dohohohoing?”
“Waaaaah! Tokito is ticklish? Ha-ha! Soo cute!” Tanjiro hummed with that bright smile.
“I may not be a hashira, but I am a big brother, so I know a great way to make bratty kids shut their mouths!”
“How rude! Genya, you should not speak to Tokito that way!” Tanjiro scolded.
“Oh well.”
“Gyeheheheahahahaha— Gehehehenyahaha!”
“Tokito!”
“Yohohou’rehehe suhuhuch a— NONONONOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Muichiro squealed out. Genya’s working fingers had gone up and begun to attack his ribs with pinpoint accuracy. “GAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHENY—EHEHEHEHE! GEHEHEHENYAHAHAHA!”
The smaller Shinaguzawa gaped at the younger boy with a bright smile. “Wo-hoah! I must’ve found a great spot, huh? Tickle tickle tickle, Tokito!”
The hashira tossed his head back against the mats, squirming to try to break free. No matter how he twisted, Genya’s iron grip kept his body pinned to the floor.
Gyomei felt a sudden weight against his side, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t send a jolt through his body. How did he not sense it?
“Oh wow! He’s keeping Tokito pinned to the floor! Isn’t that impressive?” Oh. That’s why. Tanjiro holds zero bloodlust in his body, so of course he cannot sense him during these happy times. Nonetheless, he opened his arm and let the boy rest on him.
“Big bro taught me this one. You put your full weight into one area, and your body weight keeps the other person down no matter what they—“ A loud, squeal of pure ticklish agony escaped the youngest in the room when Genya’s fingers found his underarms. “I’ve used it on demons before; let me blow their heads clean off.”
Oh gods… Muichiro was in for it now. Maybe Gyomei would protect him from the inevitable, hellish torment he was about to endure.
“Tokito here is like super ticklish! I did the sitting trick, just like you taught me, and he totally lost it,” the younger Shinazugawa reported with a triumphant grin.
“Ticklish, huh?” Sanemi mused. He then blinked and looked at his little brother. “You were the one who found out? By showing him ‘the sitting thing?’”
“Yep! I put my full weight into my butt, and he was stuck on the floor! He laughs like a cute little— GYEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!”
Tanjiro and Muichiro look up to see the wind hashira relentlessly murdering his baby brother with intense tickles. His heavy hands squeezed so gently at Genya’s hips, the boy thought he might die. Sanemi was seated atop of his brother’s lower back, effectively pinning him to the mats.
“Didn’t I teach you to respect your higher-ups?! Tokito here is a hashira; you ought to be ashamed for trying something so bold.”
“BIHIHIHIG BROHOHOHO, WAHAHAHAIT! IHIHIHIT WAHAHAHASNT BOHOHOHOLD!” Genya cried, trying to squirm out of Sanemi’s grip—or sit, in this case.
“Should’ve stopped and assessed. Surely, you know that whenever a situation arises where I can tickle my baby brother til’ he begs for mercy, I’m going to take that chance.”
“NOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! IHIHIHIM SAHAHAHAHARR—EHEHEHEHYAHAHAHAHA!” Genya croaked, struggling to catch his breath.
“You should be apologizing to Muichiro.”
“So this must be where he learned his technique from…! Mr. Shinazugawa is such a good older brother!” Tanjiro chirped from his position on Gyomei’s side, munching on another rice ball.
Gyomei could all but hear Sanemi’s malicious gaze flick toward the younger boy. He tightened his arm subconsciously. “Not while he’s eating, Sanemi. You know how dangerous that is.”
Meanwhile, Genya pressed his warm face to the mats, panting through residual laughter. “You are evil… absolutely devilish.”
“You call that evil? Oh, Genya. You’re still so naive…” With a quick turn of his body, the wind pillar pivoted, now facing the other side of his brother’s body. “Die.” Two, heavy, squeezing hands began to relentlessly squeeze at the backs of Genya’s thighs.
Tanjiro was glad Zenitsu or Mr. Uzui weren’t here… the loud screaming squeal that Genya let out was amusing, but ear-splitting.
“No way. You were so proud to tell me about your discovery. Now, these guys need to discover something about you too.”
“IHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Genya tried to move his legs, but the only moving he could do was his upper-body. If only he were like Inosuke and could move his bones around. “OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHODS! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP STOP STAHAHAHAHAHAP”
“Oh man… he’s so cruel. Genya’s asked him to stop like three times now. He would make me pass out if he tickled me like that.”
“So you’re ticklish too, hm…? Interesting.”
A new voice entered their ears—well, as much as it could over the sound of Genya’s laughter. “What in the hell is that awful noise?”
“It’s called laughter, Iguro. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before,” Sanemi rebutted over his brother’s screaming mirth.
“No way. You’ve got an audience now; no way I’m stopping.”
Tears streamed down the poor boy’s face as he belly-laughed himself hoarse. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Ohoho! Begging now? How low of you, Genya—“
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! BIHIHIHIG B— SANEMI!”
Uh oh. That’s the signal for sure. The wind hashira immediately stopped his squeezing, running his hands over his baby brother’s legs. “Alright, alright, shut up… calm down.”
Genya gasped for air as he slumped against the floor. “Despicable… You’re—“ As Sanemi climbed off of him, he rolled onto his back, taking deep breaths from his stomach. “I’m— you’re—“
“Just hush and breathe, idiot,” the wind pillar murmured, putting a hand on his chest. When Genya was still gasping deeply, Sanemi frowned, helping to sit his brother up. “Breathe, Genya… There you go, moron.”
“Genya,” Muichiro’s voice sounded suddenly.
“W-What—? You better n-not be making some sm-smartass—“
“Your brother is terrifying. Keep him away from me.”
“Oh yeah. He’s super scary! I never want to come across him when he’s in a bad mood!” Tanjiro cried.
“He’s always in a bad mood,” quipped Muichiro.
“Haha! Very true!”
“Well,” Gyomei hummed. “It appears these two need to learn about respecting their higher-ups…”
“Gyomei,”
“Sanemi,”
Muichiro and Tanjiro’s laughter filled the room as Genya fully caught his breath. At least it wasn’t him this time…
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“Ngh— D-Damnit, Gyomei! Would you st-stohohohohop that?!” Giyuu croaked, squirming under the shear weight of the stone hashira. “Dahahahamnit!”
“I’m confused as to why you’re already laughing, Tomioka. My fingers have not physically touched you at all.”
“I can feheheheheel it! Shit! Stop! Will you— agh! Gyomei!”
“I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about, young Tomioka,” Gyomei hummed, wiggling his clawed hands above Giyuu’s thighs. “I have not felt contact with your body once.”
The water pillar tried to wriggle away, giggling in halfhearted anger. “Gyohohomehehehei! Bahahahastahahard!”
“I’m failing to understand your anger, Tomioka,” the older man mused, a frown falling on his lips. “Such profane words from you, my boy.” He didn’t even need to fully sit on Giyuu, even just hovering, the blue-eyed male felt trapped beneath his giant stature. “Take a deep breath and communicate with me.”
“Y-You know— ngh! You— stahahahap! What yohohohou’re d-doing— pfftthyeahahahahahaha!” Ugh! That asshole! He was right; he’s not actually touched Giyuu yet, but the water hashira could feel it, okay?! “Yohohohou’re tihihihickling mehehehe!”
The fingers stopped; a smile stretched at the older man’s lips. “Tickling you, hm? What an interesting idea, Tomioka…” Gyomei hovered his fingers over the blue-eyed hashira’s stomach, wiggling his fingers agonizingly slow, not yet touching, but close enough for Giyuu to feel a buzz in his tummy.
“Grngh— S-top… G-Gyohohohomehehei— no! Don’t you dahahahahare!”
“Such rich, free laughter from you, boy. You know, a smile would service you in many ways,” He hummed, moving the younger pillar’s haori to the side. “You’ve got a case of the giggles. It’s quite… cute.”
Giyuu was NOT cute, okay? A growl left his throat as he vainly tried to free himself yet again. He pulled at his lower body, effortlessly pinned under Gyomei’s massive thighs. “Ahahahahasshohohohole!”
“My goodness. Such a mouth on you!” Gyomei tutted. “This just won’t do… It appears I must punish you.”
“No! Nohohoho! No punishment!”
“My sincerest apologies, boy… You must atone for your sins…”
When those large hands finally pressed down and squeezed at his stomach, Giyuu thought he was gonna explode.
Coming back to the building to remind yall if you’re intentionally shaming the sfw tk community into thinking their thoughts are inherently sexual you are not only wrong but behaving very poorly and erasing many voices in the equation.
First of all, if you’re taking this stance you’re downright wrong. It would not exist to this capacity if it was inherently an arousal based act. There will always be more information proving that you are wrong than there will be proving you’re right.
Second of all, you are really weird for assuming or flat out telling someone over the internet, a complete stranger, what they are into. It’s highly inappropriate (and low-key kind of creepy?) to go around guessing things about others’ intimate thoughts. (Also I see you people saying ‘it’s just a bunch of minors who haven’t blossomed into their kinks yet) and to that… I raise to you that you are disgusting for even going there and thinking about underaged people like that.
(Also, even if this IS the case for some… okay? And? It is still not proving your point the way you want it to and they are still not disgusting for how they processed their self discovery as long as they did it humanely and without harm. I’d also like to point out as someone with OCD and autism that this kind of stigma is VERY dangerous for people with ego dystonic disorders. Calling people predators, deviants, etc. over something harmless like this is an extremely weighted thing to say and can cost someone their mental health, or even their life in some extreme cases.)
Also once again we love our daily dose of aero/acespec/sex repulsed erasure because clearly you did not think about them in this equation, as always.
Thirdly, involving irl and fandom based work… have you considered how this works with platonic relationships? Familial connections? Let’s not forget this, for most, stemmed from childhood and never developed into anything more than an act of bonding. Are people in the community who express their love to their friends and family in this manner displaying misconduct in your eyes?
The entire argument is not structurally sound on any level and does not appeal to either side of the community. It is solely based on assumptions and stereotypes. I’m all for disputing those who very clearly have the kink and are hiding behind a sfw front for whatever reason, but putting others into a box over their coping mechanisms and bonding practices, no matter how unusual they may be to you, quite literally proves why so many in this community feel the need to be so discreet and careful with their feelings towards something extremely harmless and scientifically proven to be a part of our playful genetic coding as a species.
Please educate yourself and be kind. It’s already intimate and complicated, but just because it’s hard to explain doesn’t mean we get to ignore literally every context clue regarding such and slap a misinformed label on it.
That being said, ily normal nsfw community I will never bash on you even if I do not share the same sentiment.
