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strangleetomz · 10 months

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family

summary: nothing, just c!sbi

we pretend the lore didnt happen here

c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)

strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI

word count: 4,034

this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022

this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HERE🥲

THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based

c!sbi my beloved

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?

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sleepy--anon · 1 month

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Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Dream and Sapnap sat lounging on their comfortable couch together after having a hearty meal just the two of them.

"Its been a while since just you and me hung out." Dream said fondly, propping his head up with his hand as he stared at his friend.

"Yeah, no British screaming and insults this time." Sapnap joked back, chest swelling with pride when Dream giggled at it. His hand that rested softly on Dream’s knee gave him an idea. Sapnap rubbed his thumb against his knee cap with a soft hum.

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

"I bet you can't keep your legs in my lap for three minutes." His tone turned playful as he gave Dream a lazily challenging look.

"My ADHD isn't that bad Sap, I took my meds today, you reminded me." Dream chuckled, slightly intrigued by where this was going.

"Who said anything about your ADHD being the reason you move~?" Dream felt a slight blush dust his cheeks as he tensed his legs.

"W-what's in it for me?"

"Well I originally had the idea of if you won I would do the cooking for the next week."

"Cooking and clean up! And throw in my laundry and you have a deal!" Dream stuck his hand out quick, watching Sapnap pretend to contemplate.

"Deal" Sapnap shook his hand firmly before sitting back setting the timer on his phone as Dream slowly rested his knees on Sapnap’s lap. He laid himself against the armrest and tried to relax, knowing that if he worked himself up on anticipation he wouldn't stand a chance.

"One hundred and eighty seconds Dreamy~ You ready~?" Sapnap showed the phone to Dream, giving him proof that it's only three minutes, Dream’s toes curled as he nodded, watching Sapnap set his phone down, flinching at his hand resting just above his knee.

"Alright Twitchy, here we go~" Sapnap started the timer with a soft ding, giving Dream a slight pat before dragging his nails down the outside of his thighs, watching Dream grip the couch cushions and twitch violently, breath shaking.

"Don't implode~" He teased, skittering his nails all over his shaking thighs. The thin pajama pants he wore did little to nothing to help.

"Shuhuhuhush" Dream's blush darkened by the second, his whole body shook as everything in him screamed to pull away.

"Thihihis is soho AAAHH!" Dream shrieked as Sapnap jellyfished both his knee caps at the same time.

"Oh I knew George wasn't the only one affected by this~" Sapnap repeated the action, watching Dream’s whole body jolt. Dream felt like lightning was shooting up his legs every time he did it. A minute had passed and clearly Sapnap was getting sick of playing nice, he grabbed his kneecap with one hand and his inner thigh with the other and squeezed, differing the pressures and always squeezing one after the other, never the same time. Dream threw his head back and all but cackled at the sensation. His legs drummed from their place on Sapnap’s lap, fighting the urge to pull them back. The adored look on Sapnap’s face accompanied by his lack of verbal teasing definitely wasn't helping.

"HOHOHOHOW MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGER!?" Dream whined, hugging himself through the tickles. Sapnap glided his nails up and down his shins, running them over his ankles, feeling him shiver as he looked over at his timer.

"Just slightly over fifty seconds." He answered honestly with a squeeze to his calf, chuckling at the squawk it pulled out of Dream.

'I can do this I can do this I can do this I CANT DO THIS" Dream's brain screamed at him as soon as Sapnap’s nails slid over the sides of his socked feet.

"NO!" He shrieked panicked, yanking his legs back.

"Awww Buddy, so close~ Twenty-five seconds left~" Dream pouted at him, flashing puppy eyes at him.

"Oh absolutely not, you do not get to do that mister are you serious~?" Sapnap crooned playfully, lunging at Dream giving him quick little sporadic tickles along his sides, belly, and ribs, staring fondly at his red, giggling face.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIN! IHIHI LOHOHOHOSE! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Sapnap soothed Dream softly, pressing gentle kisses around his face.

"No punishment Bud, that was enough of an award on my end. Thank you for letting me do that." Dream felt a surge of affection and quickly wrapped Sapnap up in a hug, pulling him down ontop of him like a weighted blanket.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome..."

#sleepy's ler!sapnap week #sleepy's fics #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle #ler!sapnap #lee!dream

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fluffallamaful · 9 months

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Familiarity in Flowers

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based on the results of Poll Fic #1

canon to Llama’s DSMP AU

finally. this is my first dsmp fic since june last year 😵‍💫 thank you all so much for your patience and understanding <33

Summary: Dream finds himself taking refuge in a tulip field after being broken out of prison. DreamXD finds him and Dream notices that the god is hiding something from him. His cheekiness and curiosity gets him tickled silly. TERRIFICALLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, XD has four arms, mouth tickles

Word Count: 4880

please please enjoy oh my gosh

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Dream didn’t think that he had ever been more grateful to see a flower biome in his life.

His legs were tired, unfamiliar with the amount of physical exertion that they had been put through, and his prison wear proved to be useless at protecting him from the previous snow biome’s bite. He was tired, cold and exhausted; but he was also finally free.

Oak tree branches greeted him with open limbs as he finally stumbled over the biome’s border, a ceremony of colourful petals bowing down to him as he scurried past. His lungs wheezed hungrily at the sweet scented air; he’d been running ever since leaving Technoblade’s snowy cottage, and they were as tired and out of practice as his legs.

The piglin hybrid had been gracious enough to uphold his favour and escort Dream safely away from the angry crowds outside his prison, but he had also made it clear that that would be the end of his prison break-out service. Once again, Dream had been stripped of the safety-net of having someone to fight alongside, but more importantly, the fresh set of armour that he had been given. Optimistically, he was aware that he’d be able to recover both, he just needed to find Punz.

A few more chunks of desperate bounding saw Dream’s body disappointingly reach its limit. A small clearing within the flowery forest broke his fall as his legs literally gave out beneath him. He tumbled a few more blocks after that, rolling limply through a patch of unsuspecting pink and orange tulips, and landing face down into the grass beneath.

There was barely enough strength left in him to open his eyes, but he managed to groan and roll himself onto his back, batting at the curious tulips and grass stems that leant down to smother his face — analyzing their new company. He knew that there was no way that he could run another step; his chest heaved and his legs trembled even whilst just lying, sprawled out in a flower field. Though he was certain that he had run far enough to lose any of his angry followers.

Beyond the waving tulips in his peripheral vision, a bright, blue sky stretched out above him, smeared with fluffy, white clouds. A breath of wind blew across the clearing. Dream listened to it approach, and then finally mustered up the energy to lift himself up onto his elbows to bathe in it. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes as the breath gently pulled at his unkept hair, listening to the whispers of the field around him as it basked in the same feeling. It felt more incredible than he could have ever imagined, an immovable smile crept up his face.

Catching his breath allowed him to take in the beauty of his surroundings, as he began to sort through his inventory. Ahead of him was a dark oak forest, one that prompted him with the need to feel just a little more prepared for the approaching night.

Although he didn’t have his armour, he still had managed to collect an array of useful items during his escape; four healing potions, two fire resistance potions, seventeen ender pearls, a half-used nether axe and half a stack of steak were only the beginnings of his findings. He laid them out neatly in the field in front of him once he had counted them, each one glistening beautifully under the glorious rays of the server’s sunshine. He still had this eerie feeling that someone was watching him — no doubtably a drawback from being monitored in prison for a whole year — but he tried his hardest to ignore it.

Another breeze rolled across the field and Dream lifted his head again. He shut his eyes, listening to the whispering life forms around him and it rushed past his face. A subtle shift in the air flow around him raised suspicion in his gut, potentially another symptom of his paranoia; but as a shadow made itself present against the backs of his eyelids, he was left with no other choice but to give into its nagging, pulling away from his moment of serenity.

He made the right call.

The flower field that once lay out in front of him had now been replaced, blocked. In its place was instead a looming figure, one that wore a white porcelain mask and very nearly scared Dream all the way out of his skin. He let out a yell, jolting back away from the upside down face, and gasping sharply when a set of familiar, cloak-covered arms broke his fall. The face leant in, apparently having no regard for Dream’s personal space. It was as equally familiar as the arms that held him.

“XD..?” He questioned, unable to control the startle in his voice. He could hear his heart racing in his ears as a low chuckle rumbled out from behind the mask, vibrating up his spine.

“Dream.” The being greeted, removing himself from Dream’s space. Dream felt himself relax, letting out a breath of relief as he was tilted back up into his original position. He scrambled himself around to face the familiar god, lifting up his chin.

Despite appearing significantly smaller to how he had done in prison, DreamXD was still tall, reaching well over four blocks and towering over Dream’s seated body. Their stance was rigid, gaze directed out towards the dark oak biome’s borders behind him. They seemed disgruntled by something, Dream recognised the subtle signs of worry.

“You scared me!” He accused, naturally shrinking away when the god’s attention shifted back down to him. They stared at him for a moment behind unreadable porcelain, before their shoulders also appeared to relax, and an amused smile stretched beneath their mask instead.

“You’re a long way from prison.” They purred. Their rigidity appeared to be brushed aside as they dipped down to join Dream in his patch of flowers. His cloak arranged itself around him during his descent, blanketing any nearby tulips in a sea of deep green, and chasing out a gust of displaced air as it did so. “How did you manage that?”

Dream felt his lips wobble and stretch to mirror their expressions.

“Techno broke me out.” He began, hopelessly proud. “He dug through the wall and we swam out through the lava. Like it was honestly so cool, it was like — four of us versus the whole server. It was epic!”

The god scoffed at his enthusiasm, but even so Dream couldn’t stop himself from rambling. The feeling of being free was exhilarating, and the god’s presence always seemed to bring out a hidden vulnerability within himself. He had an aura of safety around him, a radiating warmth that always managed to draw Dream in.

He ended up explaining his breakout in great detail, and DreamXD allowed him every word. It felt good to have someone to talk to, and incredible to have the wind on his shoulders and grass beneath his body.

“Well aren’t you a clever one.” The deity praised once Dream’s recount came to an end. They had picked up one of his healing potions and were tapping patiently at its glass. Dream beamed at the words. He was aware that they were laced with subtle sparks of humour and sarcasm — DreamXD was a being beyond mortal troubles after all — but his smile was wide and proud regardless.

“George will be pleased to see you.” They continued, offering Dream a friendly smile. The phrase was clearly meant to be comforting, reassuring. It was spoken with such a soft tone and was ended with an even softer smile, and yet the mere mentioning of his old friend sent Dream’s body into a panic. His heart leapt to his throat, thudding away against his voice box as his body promptly drained itself from all remnants of pride and joy.

George…

He hadn’t expected to hear that name so soon, in fact he was borderline ignoring it. Dream hadn’t even considered that he’d now be able to reunite with his former best friend; half of him wanted to believe that it was because he was mad at George, but the other half was louder and far more convincing.

He was afraid.

The fear of being rejected pin pricked all over his skin at the innocent mention of the brunette’s name, along with a set of carelessly crafted "What if’s?”:

What if George shared the same motives as Sapnap? What if he believed that Dream deserved to rot away in prison?

The idea of George being disappointed or angry at Dream wrapped tightly around his throat.

What if he tried to hurt him? What if George got hurt because of Dream again?

The panicked flurry of thoughts took Dream’s hesitation as an opportunity to speak without his permission.

“No.” He found himself saying, stern and clear. The smile below XD’s mask faded into a frown. Dream felt his chest tighten. “I’m- I’m sorry.” He followed up quickly. The god carefully replaced the healing potion back down into the grass. He nodded his head, slowly. Dream could tell that he was disappointed.

Another breeze rolled over the field, filling the silence between the two beings with whooshing whispers. It settled Dream a little, but didn’t do much to alleviate the weight of guilt on his shoulders. He felt on the verge of tears — a feeling that he seldom felt, provided that he wasn’t unaccompanied by the apparent-god of the server. He felt silly and pathetic and so unbelievably overrun with guilt.

“George likes these sorts of flowers.” The god’s voice was a soft rumble, combining perfectly with the whispering flora around them. Dream looked over to him, they were disassembling an orange tulip, petal by petal. He managed to nod his head in agreement, but his mind was well and truly elsewhere.

“I just- don’t want him getting hurt...” He confessed, earnestly. It was not the full truth, but it was one that he felt XD would at least be able to understand, or more to the point, one that he was comfortable admitting. To his surprise the god scoffed at his explanation.

“Nothing is going to hurt George.” They stated firmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His tone was confident but Dream also sensed that the affirmation was not only meant for him. He tilted his head, beckoning the god to elaborate, but they merely switched topics.

“How did you find this place?” The orange tulip had been dismantled, and the deity moved to fiddle with Dream’s axe instead. Dream watched him easily handle the weapon as though it were a small twig.

The wording of the question caught his attention, pairing with the god’s previous claim and sparking a fire of curiosity within him.

‘This place.’

To Dream this indicated some sort of significance to the clearing.

“I don’t know, I just ran.” He shrugged, watching curiously as XD’s gait appeared to freeze; their fiddling stopped and their gaze lifted up to stare past him into the dark oak biome like before. Intriguingly, their worry seemed to have returned.

“Why?” Dream asked, turning to scan the edges of the forest’s border in case there was someone or something lurking there. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, maybe a few more mushrooms than he’d expect, but that was all. When he turned back, the god was focused on him instead. He shifted under their gaze.

“No reason.” They claimed. Dream eyed him suspiciously. It sounded very much like a lie. He decided to pry further.

“You keep looking over there… Is there something in there?”

It was intriguing to watch a being as inhuman as XD portray such human reactions. Dream watched the god hesitate at his question. Their shoulders rolled with the obvious pressure of keeping a secret, and his axe was promptly replaced back down into the grass.

“..No…”

Curiosity surged through Dream’s veins. His lips twitched into an amused smirk.

“You’re lying!” He pointed out, shuffling himself up onto his knees to face the good square on.

“I’m not!”

Dream couldn’t help but laugh, they just sounded so flabbergasted.

“Aren’t you like— a god or something? Shouldn’t you be able to keep secrets??” The god huffed at the call-out. Dream ignored him. “What’s in the dark oak forest?”

“Nothing!” Dream raised an eyebrow, he’d never seen XD so squirmy.

He decided to push the god further, allowing himself to stand and turn himself towards the forest again. The deity acted as he felt he would, whooshing their way into his vision to block his view. Dream dodged around him, expecting the reaction, and found himself to laugh at the god’s yell of dismay.

“You’re hiding something!” He yipped, making a break for the dark oak’s borders. Along with XD’s ability to coax out Dream’s most deepest vulnerabilities, he also apparently had the ability to inject giddy curiosity into his veins.

The whoosh of XD’s cloak appeared again, this time engulfing Dream in its fabric before he had a chance to dodge around it

“No! Let me see!!” Dream yelped. His heart fluttered with excitement, parting his lips into a giddy smile. There was something in the dark oak forest, there was just no way that there wasn’t! He giggled as the god hissed out his disapproval.

“It’s not for humans. No one is supposed to be able to find this place.” The god’s arms adjusted around Dream, blocking any wriggly escape attempts with a replenishing wall of fabric.

“Supposed to?” Once again the wording caught Dream’s attention. The cloak had muffled his voice but had done nothing to dampen his curiosity. “Does that mean that somebody has already found it?”

A beat of silence from the god caused Dream’s smile to triple in width. The reaction was enough to quench his query, and he went back to batting and wading through his fabric prison.

It was a hopeless process.

“You are asking, a lot of questions...” The god growled, slowly. Their arms tightened around Dream’s waist, stilling his squirming entirely.

The warning tone in his voice could not have been more clear, leading Dream to believe he was on the right track with his prying. All common sense and caution had been lost to the impulsivity of his adrenaline. “So I take that as a yes?”

Another low, irritated growl rumbled out from behind him. Dream chuckled, tilting his head up and providing XD with a victorious smile. It was fascinating to watch the clear signs of frustration play out on XD’s face, despite it being mostly hidden by his mask. Dream was able to paint a vivid picture of what his full expressions may look like based on just the pout that twisted his lips; they were well and truly peeved.

“It’s too easy~” He teased. XD bared his teeth into a snarl, a much firmer warning. Dream supplied a cheeky grin in return, but he felt his heart pound when the god’s snarl crept its way up into a smile; a slow creeping, mischievous smile.

“You’re a lot more spritely out here than you were cooped up in that cell.” They observed, a sudden smoothness and venom to their tone. Dream gasped as the hands around his waist suddenly stirred, shuffling beneath the deity’s cloak and latching themselves onto his sides. His common sense made a quick return, pushing its way back into control and immediately barking out warnings to his nervous system.

“W-wahAIt NO!!” He yelped, twisting amongst his cloak-prison. Any misplaced confidence was promptly chased away by new spikes of panic; though the giddy excitement circuiting his bloodstream remained. Together, the feelings collected and combined in his stomach, fluttering around clumsily like a newly hatched phoenix, before climbing up and out of his throat in the form of panicked, bubbly giggles.

“Usually you’re so sad and mopey.” The god continued over Dream’s emerging laughter, taunting him with the calmness in his tone. He drew circles into Dream’s sides, moving up and down the muscles despite the boy’s kicks and squirms.

“But now you’re so chipper!”

“NOhoho!! StAHAp!!”

“Wouldn’t you agree, Dreamie?” Dream’s laughter hiccuped as XD’s hands moved up to his ribs, stamping his feet into the grassy ground and scrunching up his shoulders as their playful growl rumbled through him.

“StAHAp!! Ohohobiviously!!” He whined, prying and clawing at the shape of their hands.

In hindsight, this form of retaliation from the god should have been better anticipated; Dream had of course never not been reduced to a giggly mess after each one of XD’s previous visits. He had been naive to challenge them, and he knew all too well that escaping the god was always a hopeless process, especially now that he was working with an exhausted body and giddy mind.

“You’re also much more sassy.”

Dream doubled over as the god’s fingers began climbing up his ribcage, trembling and squeaking as they kneaded and teased each bone.

“Nohoho Ihihi—!!”

“Still just as adorable though.”

Dream shook his head, quickly succumbing to the burn of his growing blush. Along with being impossible to escape, the god also had a certain way with his words that left Dream writhing. Their creeping squeezes and teasy comments moved faster than his tired brain could ever keep up with. It was simply impossible to console himself. He collected up two fistfuls of fabric and buried his face into them.

“Ehehehex Dehehehe…” He whined.

“And still just as ticklish.” A muffled protest was thrown into his cloak burrow.

“STA-hahaP! Ihih’m NOHOT!!” Dream cried. He hated that word. Hot fluster-borne tears gathered in his eyes as his skin prickled with chilling embarrassment. He slid down in XD’s hold, buckling at the knees and pressing his face further into his green haven.

“Ohhh, it’s too easy…” XD mocked, continuing their crawling journey up his ribcage. Their hold loosened around Dream’s waist, apparently taking pity on the ex-prisoner’s fluster, and allowing him some wiggle room.

Dream made no hesitation in abusing the deity’s gesture.

The second he felt XD’s hold relax, he re-engaged his squirming; kicking, prying, leaping and bouncing with any ounce of energy that he could muster up. Until finally, he was free.

“YES!!” He cried, tittering madly to himself as he scampered his way towards the dark oak’s border’s again. His heart raced in his chest, pounding excitedly at the thought of XD chasing him down. He hadn’t felt this sort of playful adrenaline in such a long time; not since before L’manburg. It felt as though he had been struck by lightning, like his brain was charged with childish curiosity and innocence. He couldn’t stop giggling.

His adrenaline carried him only a chunk or so before the burn of exhaustion swelled in his legs again, then it was only a few more blocks after that that his brief getaway was brought to its inevitable end. Two cloaked arms wrapped around his waist, engulfing him with familiar forest green, and lifting him from the ground. Before Dream could even think to fight his way free, or yelp out a protest, the world around him twirled.

Suddenly, he was looking at the dark oak biome from a new perspective, with a sky of tulips above his head, and a stretching sea of blue at his feet. He craned his neck up, only to find DreamXD’s signature, menacing grin staring back down at him; from in between his thighs…

“NoHO!!” He cried, letting out uncontrollable titters out at the sight. His legs were slung over the deity’s shoulders, and he was pinned down at his thighs by two large, clawed hands. The deity’s head rested in between, and their lower set of arms wrapped around Dream’s waist to keep him extra steady. Butterflies swarmed inside Dream’s stomach, and his head spun as he attempted to orientate himself.

“You really want to know what’s in there?” DreamXD mused, dragging long nails up and down Dream’s thighs.

Dream gasped, holding his breath to stifle his reactions. The god's claws were way out of his reach, and yet he still attempted to swing himself up to bat at them to defend himself. He was quickly broken into breathy, panicked giggles, which apparently prompted the deity’s hands to increase their pressure. The hands switched from tracing to squeezing, latching onto Dream’s thighs and massaging at his tired muscles.

“NahAHAha!! Fuhuhuhuck youhuhuhu!!” Dream cried, throwing his head back into free flowing cackles. He clawed at the hands around his waist as compensation for not being able to reach his thighs.

“Ohhhh fuck me??” The deity challenged. Dream squealed when their hands moved to taser at his inner thighs. “And to think that I was trying to protect you!!”

“EHEhEX DEHE!!”

“Maybe I will have to send you there after all!!” Dream shook his head. It didn’t matter how much he kicked, he wasn’t able to move his thighs in the slightest.

“Juhuhust tEHELl mehe whahat’s iN thehehere!!”

“Mm I don’t know if I should~” The deity crooned. “It’s not safe for mortals, like you!” His fingers moved down to tap and squeeze at Dream’s hip bones. Dream began squeaking through his laughter.

“Whyhyhy..?” He hiccuped, shaking his head again in an attempt to clear some of his brain fog. He felt dizzy and light, almost as though he were resting on clouds.

“It’s full of monsters!” XD hissed, snarling his answer in a playful whisper. “Monsters that were created to gobble up meddling mortals like you!”

Dream let out a squeal as the deity’s lower hands suddenly unwrapped themselves and scuttled up his sides. He yelped and yipped, battling with the delighted terror in his stomach. The lower set of arms left him with enough freedom to twist and swing, but the new firmer hold on his thighs still kept him from falling.

“NAHAhHaha!! I cahan tahahake thehehem! Juhuhust let me gohoho!!”

“Ohhh you wouldn’t stand a chance!!”

Dream screamed as the god moved his scuttling around to his stomach, showering the sensitive area with unpredictable spidering.

“You’re just far too ticklish to win against a tickle monster.”

“XD!!” Dream yelled, bucking his hips in a wild panic. His stomach fluttered and flustered under the soft touch, burning itself up into a hot lava mess and oozing its way down to his neck and cheeks. “YOU’RE LYING!”

“And the tickle monsters love ticklish little snacks like you!”

“NOHO!!” He wailed.

His body fell back limp against XD’s, losing himself to waves of laughter, and strings of incoherent babbles. He pried at the god’s hands but it hardly made a difference in their attack.

Once the hands found their way beneath Dream’s prison shirt and onto his bare skin, Dream truly felt that he had been teleported into the clouds. His skin fluttered and jumped at every scritch and scratch from the god, leaving behind an army of goosebumps and shivers each time. Mirthful tears in his eyes made the dark oak forest look like a painting, washed and abstract, and he could feel that his cheeks and stomach were as hot as the nether.

“Soooo flustered!” The god crooned. He loosened his hold around Dream’s thighs, letting him slide down towards the waving flower field below, and stilling his skittering fingers. “The monsters will be most pleased!”

Dream immediately covered his face with a whine, muffling untameable titters into the palms of his hands. He wanted so desperately to curl up, but his body was feeling far too weak and fluffy to obey any of his orders.

Flowers and grass stems greeted him with playful kisses and whispers once he was fully lowered into their grasp. He giggled and squirmed amongst them, completely lost and overcome by his heightened sensitivity. The god followed him down, looming over him and making Dream squeak and yelp at the shadow he created.

“Dreamie, Dreamie, Dreamie...” He sighed, grinning wildly when the boy squeaked at that as well. “What am I going to do with you?”

Dream peaked out from behind his hands, huffing and puffing amongst his nerves. It was ironically the most alive and grounded that he had felt in a long time, despite his floaty state.

“Lehehet mehe gohoho?” He suggested, cheekily. He couldn’t help himself.

“Hmmm.” The deity hummed, clearly in feigned thought. Dream giggled at that too, overcome by childish energy. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give myself a little taster before I send you off there…”

Dream’s eyes widened as the deity’s grin did, watching in disbelief as they opened their mouth to reveal their fangs growing and sharpening right before his eyes.

“Youhuhur— youhuhur, youhuhur—!” He squeaked. His heart thumped wildly and excitedly in his chest. “Whaha—whahat??”

“Just a little nibble.” They explained, before diving down closer to Dream. They buried themselves into the startled boy’s neck, and began grazing his teeth over the skin there.

Dream screamed, not just from the shock of the movement, but from the sheer panic that XD was actually going to bite him.

“NAAHAHA EHEHEX DEHEHE!!!” He wailed, thrashing wildly beneath the god’s large body. Somehow, their teeth didn’t hurt in the slightest, but they did tickle. A whole lot.

Dream, was thrown into immediate hysterics, scrunching his shoulders up and pushing desperately at XD’s shoulders. He swore that he could feel each tooth nipping at the meat of his neck, grazing the sensitive area with the perfect amount of pressure to drive him insane. He arched his back, scuffing his boots into the grassy earth and cackling wildly like he had never done so before.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” He cried, trying his darndest to wriggle and squirm away from the unbelievable feeling. The god hummed into his neck, causing Dream to yelp and scream at the buzzing feeling that it left behind. They moved up from the meaty muscles of his trapezium onto the softer skin on the side of his neck. Dream wheezed and thumped his fist into XD’s back.

It was only a few moments after the change of spots that XD apparently decided that Dream had had enough, and he pulled himself away to let the boy recover.

A blinding warmth replaced the deity’s shadow once they moved to sit in the flower field beside Dream. It cradled him in a soothing halo, and Dream didn't argue with its demand for him to keep his eyes closed, focusing on the swirling colours that danced around in the backs of his eyelids.

His skin tingled all over, lighting the fire that kept his giggles alive and bubbling, but also joining forces with the sun and smothering Dream in a comforting blanket of warmth. He felt safe, cozy. He could feel the gentle touches of the flower field around him, reminding him that he was being watched over. He leant into their brushes and sweeps, still giggling to himself and managing to scrunch when a curious tulip dipped down to check in on his neck.

“Plehe-ehehease..!!” He tittered, not really to anyone in particular. He felt dazed, blissed out, and more free than he had ever felt before.

Eventually his breathing calmed down enough for his giggles to die out, leaving him only with a huge smile. He opened his eyes to take in the blue sky above him, adoring the feeling of crisp forest air in his lungs. He wished he could feel this way forever.

“George is in there.”

XD’s voice startled Dream enough to make him jump. He snapped his head around to address the deity.

“Wh-hat.” He cleared his throat. “What did you say?”

“George.” The deity said again. He nodded his head towards the dark oak biome.

Dream sat up, following the god’s gaze out across the dark oak borders. The cogs in his brain grinded and churned, trying to understand what the deity meant, until suddenly he was swarmed with flashes of memories, reminding him of the night that XD had actually brought him to see George.

Was this the same dark oak forest??

“No one is supposed to be able to find it.” The deity explained, fiddling with a grass stem. “But you did.” He looked up to address Dream. Dream looked back to the forest again.

George.

“He’s ready to see you now. If you would like.” The god’s offer was gentle, soothing. He had lost much of his echoed voice and his tone made Dream feel warm and welcomed.

He nodded his head, slowly. XD visibly lit up at his agreeance. Dream couldn’t help but smile.

He allowed for the deity to pick him up, clinging onto soft green fabric as he was maneuvered into a cradle. His aching muscles wasted no time in melting into the god’s arms, and his lungs were quick to time their compressions to the thumping of his heart. The exhaustion that Dream had been trying to fight off so badly finally had the chance to catch up to him. His eyelids drooped under its pull, and his hands loosened their grip around the deity’s comforting fabric.

The pair didn’t even reach the dark oak’s border before sleep found its way to Dream, wrapping him in a cocoon of bliss, warmth and familiarity. He truly was finally free.

🦙🦙🦙…

so happy that i’ve finally finished this one. i’ve been working so much on it :D

#thank you again for being so patient with me :((#fluffallamaful fics #lee!dream #ler!dreamXD #ler!XD #ticklish!dream #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #tickle fic #llamas poll fics

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aninklingof · 11 months

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Fanart for my own fic (A Balancing Act)

A Balancing Act fic here

Tried something funky with the background, hope it’s not too distracting

#seany’s tword art #dsmp tickle #tickle art #lee!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!george #dream team tickle #tickle fanart #fanart of my own fic pog

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emmadoodlewrites · 10 months

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The Inverted Tickle Trap

I’m finally back with a full fic AAAAAA It’s still just a little short but I’m happy with it. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a while! Hope you all enjoy, drabble requests are still open after this :)

Summary: Dream gets himself stuck upside down in his own trap. George and Sapnap find this quite entertaining.

Words: 1k

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Dream swung himself by his legs, his sword merely grazing his fingertips as it taunted him on the ground below. He was embarrassed, and even more so irritated at his negligence at setting up this trap, especially since he managed to get himself stuck in it. What was originally meant for George and Sapnap during training was now wrapped tightly around his ankle and dangling him mere feet from the ground.

He was held up by spiderwebs, which while normally he never thinks twice about when destroying them with his sword, were now way too strong all on their own. How is it that the webs could hold up his entire weight, even with his struggling? He supposed that’s why he chose them in the first place, perfect for trapping his two best friends. It wasn’t as funny now that it was him.

“Dream? Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to start training soon!” The sound of George’s voice resonated through the forest. Okay now it was definitely not funny anymore.

“I’m not here!” Dream answered back, voice slightly strained. He heard two sets of footprints make their way towards him and he realized that meant Sapnap was here too. Damn it! This was so embarrassing.

“Pfft- Dream?” This time it was Sapnap’s voice, just like he guessed. Dream looked over to the side in order not to look at his friends walking towards him.

“Look.. I, I don’t wanna talk about it. Just get me down.” “Was this supposed to be for us?!” George exclaimed and Dream scowled. There went all his plans down the drain.

“Look can you guys just…let me down? I won’t use this during an actual manhunt. It’s ruined anyways. And then we never have to talk about this moment ever again” Dream swung himself left and right to show just how stuck he was, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

George giggled, “There’s no way we’re not discussing this later haha. How did this even happen?!” He maneuvered around Dream to try and assess the situation from behind. While doing so, he gently, or as gently as he could with all the trees around, grabbed a hold of the speedrunner’s waist. To all three of their surprise, the trapped man yelped quietly, and tried to wiggle George’s hands off. Dream went very still then, hoping maybe if he just didn’t move the others wouldn’t comment on what just happened. It was too bad he couldn’t see well enough above him to notice the large and knowing smirks on his two best friend’s faces.

Sapnap spoke up first, “There is no way you got yourself into this predicament as ticklish as you are Dream, honestly,” he scoffed playfully. George was already excitingly poking around Dream’s sides.

“Nohoho guys, wait seriously? Juhuhust gehet me dohown!” Dream begged, but Sapnap only added to the pokes. He grabbed Dream’s sides as well and turned him around to face him. Dream giggled dizzily at the sudden movement. His eyes could only meet Sapnap’s waist. He looked down to try and see his friend’s face. “Nohohoho hehehehe.” He laughed, a small hint of excitement in his voice. Both George and Sapnap of course picked up on this.

“I said no hahaha!” Dream’s pleas fell to deaf ears when finally George decided to dig in. He wiggled his fingers up and down his sides and underneath his ribs, all of which were at perfect height for George’s mean fingers.

“Wait for me dude what the hell!” Sapnap instead went for Deram’s hips. He used his thumbs at first, making quick little circles around where he could feel the bones. But eventually he grew tired of that and resorted to pinching above, below, and right in the dips of his hips to get the best reactions.

Dream reacted accordingly too. He swung his arms in different directions to try and reach any of the hands currently torturing his nerves. Being upside down already made it hard to differentiate left from right or up from down, not to mention how dizzy he was getting.

“Guys PLehehehease! Thihis is unfahahahair!” As he whined, George decided to cease his friend's flailing arms by targeting his armpits. “GEOrge! Hahahaha!”

“What was that? Hm?” Sapnap giggled as he continued tickling his poor friend’s hips. Dream arched his back as best he could but it was just no use. He was stuck there, dangling, only able to plead with his tormentors. Eventually he just allowed his arms to dangle. It just took too much energy to lift them, and he was losing energy fast. Even with the fingers torturing the nerves under his arms, he just couldn’t get them up.

“HEHEhehehhe guhuhuhHUYS!” Dream shook his head. With all the movement his shirt had fallen down, exposing his entire mid drift. Dream screamed when George excitedly began raking his nails up and down his bare sides. With this, tears finally hit Dream’s eyes and he cackled and squirmed. “WHY AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Because you’re just so adorable! And besides this was originally gonna be a trap for us. Don’t George and I deserve some revenge?”

“IHIHIHI- IhihiIHI dihihihin’t eheheheven trahahahap yohohohou!”

“Yeah well you were going to! It’s the thought that counts.” George piped up. He was still running his nails up and down. Every once in a while he’d reach around to tickle Dream’s bare tummy, scratching around his belly button. This was Dream’s limit.

“OKAHAHAHAY IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Sapnap sighed and stopped his tickling. “Alright George come on let’s cut him loose.” George in turn just pouted, giving Dream’s stomach a last few squeezes before ceasing. Dream breathed deeply and continued to giggle. He was so dizzy and all over the place it felt like. The blood had rushed to his head with all the squirming.

He felt George wrap his arms around him in a tight hug and then heard the sound of a sword cutting web. He fell, but not far, the arms around him keeping him from hitting the ground head first. He was laid gently on the ground where he continued to laugh softly.

“Yohou guys suhuck.”

“Yeah whatever you deserved it,” George ruffled Dream’s hair. “At the very least you deserve it for being so ticklish,” “Shuhuhuhut!”

They postponed their manhunt training for later in the day. Dream needed time to brainstorm a different trap now anyways. No way was he going to make the same mistake again.

#lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #emmadoodle fics #this was done by professionals don't hang upside down for long periods of time hahahahahaha

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ticklee-vee · 11 months

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Massage

Warnings: mentions of being tied up, doesn’t actually happen, a lot of teases !!

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Dream comes home from working out and is sore so sapnap decides to help!

Sfw tickle fic!!

‼️👹PLATONIC EVERYTHING IS PLATONIC 👹‼️

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Dream walks in from a long workout, he signs heavily putting his keys on the counter and heading to the kitchen to get some water.

He passes sapnap on his way there, opening the bottle and drinking it.

“Hey dreamie, how was it?” Swiping on his phone with no real thought to it.

“Is good, m’ sore though. Shoulders killing me”

Sapnap glances up at dream who is now sitting in the sofa, his eyes closed head back breathing softly occasionally sipping his water. Sapnap gets up and comes over to dream sitting by him and resting his head on his shoulder, taking his hand and gentle running his fingers up and down the palm of his hand in what he thought would help relive some of the soreness but ended up being a little tickly.

“Ehehe sahap that- that tichihickles!” He squirmed slightly but made no effort to pull his hand back.

“Does it? That’s so cute dreamie!” He teased him, slowly stopping his tickling to gently take his fingers in his hand and rubbing them softly getting all of the knots out.

He sighed heavily, his eyes closing still giggling slightly as he laid his head on sapnaps head.

“Hehehaha thahat fehels good sahap”

He hummed softly “would you like me to give you a proper massage?”

“Would you?” His voice quiet, almost like whisper.

Sapnap lowered his tone to match dreams, “of course, where is it sore mostly? Your back?”

“Yeah, my shoulders too a little.”

“Okay baby, do you wanna do it in your room or mine? Or here?”

“Your room please”

Sapnap stud up, interlocking his fingers with dreams and walked to his room. Seeing patches strut out of George’s room on the way, George following along after her saying he was going to get her some food.

Sapnap lays dream down on the bed, straddling his thighs and cracking his knuckles, beginning to gentle push his thumbs into his back going up and down softly.

“Hmm feels s’nice” his words slurred slightly, closing his eyes and resting his head on his arms that were crossed.

He hummed in acknowledgement again and pressed a little harder when he found certain spots that where more tense than other, sliding his thumbs up and down his back whilst his fingers did small circle motions on the back of his ribs and sides.

Dream giggled softly each time they went over a particularly sensitive spot arching his back slightly. “sahahap it tickless!”

“Does it really? Does it tickle? Tickle tickle!!”

Dream squealed in the crook of his elbow and laughed more, squirming as sapnap now added more tickles and less massaging.

He was slowly spidering his hands up his back, lingering over certain spots that would make dream laugh a little harder, he didn’t stay in those spots to long, he knew dream was tired and sore from his working out so he didn’t wanna tire him out to much with the tickles.

“It might feel better if we take your shirt off, massages on skin feel so much better”

Dream grumbled but still lazily tugged his shirt off and threw it on the floor, huffed and got back into the position he was in a moment ago before he was disturbed.

“Quit your whining pretty boy I’m tryna give you a massage” he rolled his eyes playfully and then placed his hands back on dreams back.

Dream flinched a little, probably expecting to be tickled but was met with a wonderfully relaxing feeling instead.

“S’good sahapy feels mmm relaxing” his words drawn out due to the soft feeling on his back and a deep breath he took.

“I would hope so, otherwise I’d look dumb wouldn’t I, just stroking your back like a weirdo” he giggled at himself now imagining him weirdly stroking dreams back. Dream laughed too.

“Your sssuch a dork saphapy” he giggled when his side was gently tazed.

“Watch it, your in a very vulnerable position right now dream. If I were to fully.. tickle you~ there would be nothing you could do about it !” The skittered his hands up his back going straight back to massaging after.

“BahaHAha ssstohop!” His breathing slightly staggered before he catched it again. “Noho teasing, m’to sensitive”

“Dreamie is to sensitive for teases? Tickly little teases? I don’t think so!” Tickling his sides a little more as he said so.

“Sahahap genehntle plehehease!”

“Gentle tickles? Of course sweetie, coming right up!” Spidering up his back as he said the last word.

Dream squealed.

“Eegyahahaha Noho it- it tihinickles!”

“Really? I had no clue, thank you so much for sharing dreamie”

“Stahahap yohuhu- you tihihihchakle so well!” Bursting into another round of giggles, laughs and squeals as sapnap dug into the spaces between the backs of ribs switching between different ones.

“I tickle so well? Why thank you! I have perfect little tickle toys like you to practice on!” He teased, knowing he can’t handle the tickle toy tease.

“I ahahahAHAM nahahat a tihihickhihihle TOYHEHehE” squealing when sapnap started spidering all over his lower back and making tickly pokes all along the tops.

“Tickle tickle tickle !! Awh, your back is just so sensitive huh baby?”

“NAHhahaha EHyehehehess!!”

Sapnap slowed down just enough for it to tickle, but not enough for it to make him laugh fully. Digging his thumbs once again into his back this time on his shoulders and gentle massaging over his shoulder blades.

“Heheh feels s’good ehaha”

“Good, do you still want more tickles?”

“Yehehs plehehehase!”

“Now or later?”

“Lahater! Thank you sappy”

After a few more minutes of massaging his shoulders, he began to softly tickle around his neck tracing small shapes and blowing gently on his ears, sometimes dipping down enough to tickle his armpits making small circles on the outside to the inside.

“Eeheheheh bahah sssahahapnahahap”

“Yess? What’s up pretty boy, does it maybe… tickle? Hmm? Does it ? Does it tickle? Tickle tickle tickle!!”

Dream was now squealing and squirming struggling to keep his arms up due to how much he as laughing and how badly it tickled.

“Ohh I see your arms going down! Keep them up baby, or do I need to tie them? Hm? Do I? Oh imagine how much more it would tickle! And this time you would even be able to defend yourself no matter how much you wanted to, I could tickle under your arms, your neck, your sensitive little ears and your back~~!”

“SAHAHAP Nohoho! No teashihihing!!” He squealed putting his arms back up, the idea of being tied and tickled flustering him more.

“Ooh~! And do you wanna know how I would tickle you? Hm? Do you!” Spidering up and down his back.

“Nahaha No! I dohohoho NAHAhaht!”

“I’m gonna tell you anyway pretty boy~!” Smirking as dream squealed. “I would swirl my finger under your arms, just having one trace small circles in each, I would blow on your little tickly ears! I know your so sensitive to that, I would take a tiny feather and flutter it all around your ears ! Maybe even dip it inside to hear you squeal! I would tickle your back, going up and down so slowly. Maybe I would even blow a raspberry on it! Would you like that sweetie? On your sensitive little back?”

Dream was now a mess small tears streaking down his face, squealing and squirming all over the place, laughing with small hiccups interrupting it.

“NAHAHA eHENouhuhuGHH pleASHAHAHE!!”

Sapnap slowled his tickles to just gentle tracing along his back, sometimes switching between massaging and tickling.

“Heheh I’m tihihired sahahappy”

“Your tired, do you wanna go sleep?”

Now completely stopping his tickling to bust massaging his back and shoulders.

“Eheh please! Gya *hic* haha”

“Do you want to keep massaging you?”

“Noho I’mhaha*hic* okay!”

Sapnap stopping and looked at dream, he had a blush to his cheeks with tear marks down them, his smile was wide and so bright, small soft giggles still falling out of his mouth.

“I’ll go make you some tea, I’ll be one moment.”

He left, returning a few moments later with 2 cups, placing them down on the beside table and helping dream slide into the bed and turning on the tv. He got in not to long after and dream cuddled up to his side, with sapnap gently running his hands through his hair whilst they drank their tea.

Dream felt himself falling asleep, before he did so he smiled softly and whispered. “Thank you fohor this”

Sapnap felt himself smile too, very wide whilst he placed his head on dreams. “It’s no problem, sleep well.”

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I do wish to make a longer one though so I will work on that!

I feel more comfortable / confident writing these now !! I’m so happy I made this. I still have no idea where to find the word count ✋😖

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #tickle comunity #sfw tickling community #sfw interaction only #sfw tk blog #lee!dream #ler!sapnap #dsmp #tickle fluff #tickle fic

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wishitweresummer · 1 year

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Affection for Karl (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word count: 1485

Warning: Feet tickling and lots of mouth tickles.

Karl was a complete mess. He struggled uselessly on his back on the bed with Quackity and Sapnap at either side of him, his arms pinned beneath them.

"Pleaseee!!!", he cried out shakily, his bubbly laughter nearly swallowing the words whole as he tilted his head down and scrunched, never enough to protect himself properly. His fiancés were relentless. Peppering kisses across his shoulders and his neck. The feather-light affection was driving him crazy.

Earlier they had fallen into the bed with soft whispers and sweet kisses to lips until the shirts were coming off and Karl responded to a neck kiss with a giggle instead of…any other noise.

"So sensitive.", Sapnap growled directly into his neck, pulling free more squeaks and squeals. It had gone very downhill fast from there. The cute noises grabbed Quackity's attention and the two made quick work of getting their ticklish fiancé pinned under their brutally sweet affection.

"You're adorable.", was whispered right against his ear.

"We love you.", was breezed into the other one. Karl was practically vibrating, unable to get away from both as his giggles grew more frantic.

"You guys are so mean!".

"I could be meaner. Could you be meaner Sap?".

"Oh I could be way meaner.".

"No don't! I'm sorry, this is fine!", Karl cried. He was all too aware of what his fiancés were capable of. While the soft lips trailing and peppering his worst spot were bad, he knew things could be a lot worse.

Too bad he didn't think of that before calling them mean.

Suddenly, hands were grabbing everywhere. At the soft section of his sides. At the thickest part of his thighs. Where his shoulders met his neck. Karl's body jolted and he threw his head back against the pillow as a chaotic round of cackles flew out of him. Each fiancée had one arm pinned completely under their body so he was forced to just lay there and accept his tickle-punishment.

"Didn't appreciate our affection...", Sapnap mumbled sadly, really playing it up.

"We'll make him beg for ticklish kisses.".

Quackity sat up and pressed his assigned wrist to the bed next to Karl's head and started crawling his hand up and up his side towards his open underarm. Karl yelped and shook his head 'no', shaking with laughter. Sapnap pushed up onto his knees and locked down Karl's arm with both of them. Then, he latched onto Karl's narrow hips and started playing with the small bones that stuck out there, timing it perfectly to when Sapnap reached his underarm. Karl screamed. The man beneath them was flung into chaos; squeezing his eyes shut and laughing hysterically. His adorable cheeks grew red. His body jolted and he kicked his fluffy-socked feet into the bed.

"I'm…sorry!!!", he cried helplessly.

"Tell us you want our affectionate tickles.", Sapnap growled again, nudging his warm nose against Karl's ear.

"Okay...okayyy!!", he wailed, the laughter starting to overtake his ability to talk. The other two smirked as they kept up with the harsh tickling. Sapnap dragged Karl's arm up higher as he teased directly into his underarm. Quackity squeezed and pinched at his twitching hips. Karl was getting a bit lost in the laughter.

His eyes prickled with tears before Sapnap or Quackity realized he couldn't speak. They laughed as they halted the tickles and Karl was sputtering in seconds.

"Tickle kisses please fuck okay please god...", the words flew out of him and bounced along with the giggles that accompanied them.

"Okay, we can do that!".

"But, only because you insisted!". Karl already knew this was just going to be more trouble for him and the butterflies in his tummy fluttered. Forced to beg for his own doom.

Karl giggled breathlessly as they both moved down to straddle a leg each and pressed his wrists down to the side of the bed.

"Fuck...", he whined. "Please guys this is so messed up!". But, they didn't care. A flurry of ticklish kisses fell on his bare tummy and sides and he was thrown into a frenzy of crazed giggles. "No!!!", he cried. His body convulsed softly. He squealed when a loud smooch was pressed against his bellybutton and the two attackers laughed.

"Is this where you wanted your tickle kisses?", Quackity smirked up at his red-faced fiancé. Sapnap kept his relentless lips teasing kisses up and down his side. Karl could only shake his head as he giggled his heart out. "Sap baby, he wants his kisses somewhere else!".

"Oh yeah?". Sapnap mumbled against the jumpy skin before nibbling it to draw a yelp out. Karl snorted and twisted away as wiggling fingers replaced the mouth. "Where else should we try then?", he asked dangerously. The two exchanged the evilest of silent conversations over the squirmy man.

"Flip over.". The two started to flip him over from both sides, all three of them bursting into giggles as it didn’t accomplish much.

"No! Quit it!". Karl shoved at Quackity's hands as they slid under his back, but Sapnap yanked him in and flipped him like a pancake. Strongest, of course. Karl could only squeak in protest. The two straddled his legs again, but this time wrangled in his ankles. Karl shrieked. "Hey! NO!!".

"Ohhh yes.", Sapnap laughed as he pried off the fluffy sock, ignoring Karl's second shriek.

If they were about to do what Karl thought they were he was sure he would die. The real fight began.

"Stay still!".

"Hey! Relax!!".

"Fuck!!", Karl cried out in panic as his thrashing failed to dislodge either tickle monster. Quackity tore off the fluffy-sock-barrier and they each got a nice good hold of Karl's bare feet. The toes wiggled in fear.

Sapnap's delivish fingers teased across the ticklish toes. Karl squealed as he grabbed his fourth toe and wiggled it.

"I like to play with my food.". Karl gasped sharply at the implication.

"Nonono—", he didn't make it far until he squealed loudly again. Desperate squeaky laughter filled the bedroom as nibbles attacked the pads and stems of Karl's toes.

Karl wanted to argue 'nibbles' were different from 'kisses'. He wanted to point out other ways they could show their affection. He wanted to beg for mercy oh please mercy mercy. But, all he could do was lose himself in his shrieking laughter as the tickles grew more and more unbearable. He tore at the sheets and the pillow with no place to put the electricity shooting through him. He could feel the vibrations of Sapnap's playful growling against his toes. Quackity's soft nibbles teased his pinkie toe and a scream tore from Karl's lips.

"Mercy!!", he wheezed out. Cruel smooches to the stems of his toes sent him squealing again. Karl yanked the sheets on the bed free entirely as he sunk into hysterics. “Fuck you!!”, he wailed.

He just screamed and laughed as he pounded his fists and twisted against the bed. His sweaty hair stuck to his red and tear streaked face. Quackity and Sapnap happily nibbled along the wiggly toes. All the love in the world put into each and every bite, really. Karl's laughter chimed like bells for the best Christmas. The happiest one. His cackling cut out a few times, but always came back full force with a delicious screech.

Karl couldn't believe the feeling. His fiancés had brought tickly fingers and even ticklish kisses against his feet before, but never nibbles. This was a first. The soft scraping and pressure of the teeth against his wiggling toes felt like certain death. What usually made him squeal and laugh when targeted on his sides or neck was now absolutely taking him apart. Every jerk of his foot or wiggle of toe made things worse. The increasing slickness from the two mouths was amping up the sensitivity as well. Karl needed to get out before he died.

Of course he didn't die, though. Just laughed himself silly. Completely silly.

When his laugh cut out for longer and longer, the two eventually relented. Two arms scooped Karl's shaking form into a warm chest. A very warm chest; Sapnap. A smaller body slid in to create a Karl Sandwich and two pairs of hands worked him down from his tickly haze. Firm touch to sides and shoulders grounded Karl where he should be, between the loves of his life. His giggles faded to whining, which faded to heavy breaths as sleep swept him away. Surprised eyes met each other over the adorable man.

More tickle affection was given as he slipped deeper and deeper into dreamland. The softest of kisses pressed to his eyelids and nose, down his cheeks, and finally his forehead.

"I love you guys...", Karl murmured into the air as his body grew more limp in their cuddle pile.

"I love you too.".

"Love you very much, mí amor.".

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

#wishitweresummer #mcyt tickle #karlnapity #lee!karljacobs #ler!quackity #ler!sapnap #karljacobs tickle #karlnapity fic #karlnapity tickle #dsmp tickle

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amitlee · 1 year

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Unaware

Summary: George gets caught playing dress-up in XD’s cloak. Aka: Out of spite and boredom, I made this to torment Mushie.

Warnings: None

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George stared in amazement at the long green cloak hung up near his front door. The dark green garment flowed beautifully with ethereal magic, easily taunting the mortal. The cloak was rarely seen without its owner, which only made it more appealing to George.

He looked to his left and right, finding both directions empty of the god. George focused his gaze back on the cloak and cautiously took it off the rack it was hanging on. The material was soft to the touch, though with the dull scratch of wool. George ran his fingers over the clothing and distantly remembered moments when he would do the same with Dream’s and Sapnap’s clothes; taking them and watching chaos unfold.

He shrugged the cloak on and took in his appearance in a nearby mirror. The cloak was clearly made for someone who was at least twice his size. The sleeves bunched up and swallowed his hands entirely, there was a large pile of the fabric laying on the ground from where it hung off his body. Despite it being much too big for him, George found himself smiling giddily and snuggling into the fabric. He swayed side to side, seeing the cloak at all angles and being pleased at his appearance. He felt regal.

He raised his hand as if holding a staff and spoke in a gruff voice, “I am the powerful XD, you will bow to me.” He broke into titters at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

“George,” He started again in the same low tone, “There is a small pool of water in the bathroom. Why is it raining indoors?” He asked himself, barely containing his laughter at the memory and his recount.

He was so busy giggling to himself and making light fun of his friend, that he missed the air shifting and the subtle pop signaling that he was no longer alone. XD stood by and watched as George continued to play.

“George, get behind me. There is a wolf in your house. Do not be afraid, it will not harm you while I’m here.” George wheezed, clearly amused with himself.

XD flushed at the memory, how was he to know that humans befriended wildlife?

“I still don’t understand that one.” XD spoke up.

A startled scream ripped from George’s throat. He whipped his head around to see the deity standing behind him, with a sly smile beginning to form underneath his mask. “XD,” He said.

“I was looking for that.” XD spoke in reference to his cloak, cutting off whatever George was going to say. “But you do look rather cute in it, maybe I’ll let you keep it.”

George looked astonishingly at XD. “Really?” He asked, full of confusion and suspicion.

XD let out a dark chuckle. “Absolutely not.” XD straightened his back and cracked his knuckles, a trick he’d learned from Dream. His head brushed the ceiling at his full height, and suddenly George knew he was in a game of cat and mouse.

George picked up the excess cloak from the floor and ran in the other direction, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He ran around twists and turns, dodged furniture, and weaved around corners; all the while XD lagged slightly behind. While the god would normally win chases instantly, being confined in George’s house gave him a disadvantage, something that George was very happy about.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to run for, George?” XD asked tauntingly. “You know what’s going to happen when I catch you, right?”

George screamed at how close XD’s voice was. He chose not to reply, his giggling being enough of a response on its own.

“Don’t worry, giggles, you won’t have to wait.”

Before George could wonder what XD meant, he felt himself be pulled back by his wrists that were entangled in XD’s cloak. He squawked as he fell right into his chaser’s awaiting arms.

XD chuckled, “Do you know how much trouble you’re in right now, pretty boy?”

George whined and attempted to hide his face, but found out that his hands were stuck perfectly in place. “Stop calling me that.” He said, already beside himself with the amount of butterflies he felt.

XD tsked before speaking once again. “It's true. Look at how precious you are!” He crooned. He softly grabbed George’s chin and made the mortal look at him.George’s red face was fully on display, showcasing his beaming smile and tumbling laughter.

“And look at how much you’re laughing! Imagine how bad it’ll be when I actually start to tickle you.” The deity taunted with a grin of his own.

George groaned, trying in vain to wiggle out of his trapped position. “Just get it over with already!” He blurted out.

As soon as the words left George’s mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. XD’s grin turned feral, with his dull fangs on full display.

“Oh, you want me to tickle you?”

George tried to backtrack, but was stopped by XD’s lower set of hands massaging his ribs. He squealed and thrashed as XD expertly wiggled in the grooves of the bones.

“All you had to do was ask!” XD continued, “You know I could never refuse such a ticklish little thing.”

XD paused his wiggling fingers, “Or maybe I could.” He lowered his mouth to speak lowly right next to George’s ear. “Maybe you just deserve it.”

With that, he jumped back into relentlessly tickling George’s ribs, being sure to pay extra attention to spots that made the man scream with laughter. In addition to this, his free set of hands gently massaged into the muscle on each side of George’s belly button.

George threw his head back onto XD’s chest, howling as he was tickled out of his mind. With the cloak bounding his hands, he had nothing to do but squirm side to side as XD took him apart. With hands on his ribs and stomach, his wild squirming only pushed himself onto XD’s tickling fingers. He felt his knees buckle and give out, only being saved by XD reflexively catching him.

“Where are you going George?” XD asked with a mocking tone.

George shuddered with leftover giggles, “Awahahay!”

“Oh I don’t think so.” XD shook his head. “You were so curious. I’m just making sure that you’ve gotten acquainted with my cloak.” The playful excuse rolled off his tongue with ease.

“Ihi was just trying it ohohon!” George argued his point, not realizing the hole he was digging for himself.

“On purpose?” XD asked.

George nodded his head. “Yes! Wait-no! Well, I mean-“ George stuttered over himself.

“Oh.” XD said with a cheshire grin. “Well in that case,” XD’s hands jumped back to life, with his top pair squeezing the brunette’s hips and his bottom pair massaging his thighs. XD chuckled at George’s booming laughter and frantic squirming.

George’s face was bright red as he shook his head back and forth. He cackled breathlessly as he fought with the fabric still entangling his wrists, but eventually resigned himself to going limp in XD’s hold.

XD cooed, the sound echoing and reverberating through George’s very being. “Are you finally giving up?”

George rapidly nodded, “YEHEHES YEHEHEhehes!”

XD ceased his actions and withdrew his arms, letting George gently down on the floor as he shook with mirthful giggles.

“Ohoho my gohohod.” George whined. “Is that all I needed to sahay?”

XD nodded, “You still have my cloak, after all.”

George spluttered and pulled at his hands. He found that the fabric easily slid off. He stared wide eyed “What! No! It was stuck! I-” He spoke hastily. “There is no way.”

XD laughed with a knowing look. “It does have a mind of its own, often time.” He offered the insight.

George groaned and raked his, now free, hands down his face.

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I genuinely couldn’t figure out how to end that, so have fun with an abrupt stop! Anyways, I hope you like it!

As for a certain little bug wondering around; I hope you enjoyed it and that it was as torturous as possible. It’s still cushiony because I’m a softy and you’re a sadist, but I hope you liked the little stuff I threw in.

#ticklecommunity #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #dsmpticklefic #dsmp tickle fic #dsmp tickle #lee!George #lee!georgenotfound #ler!XD #ler!dreamxd #ler!cloak #?#mushiemushiemomushiemomanamanafofushie

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soft--dragon · 2 years

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Smiling Like Sunshine

Word Count: 11,167

Warnings: Mentions of past verbal abuse/manipulation & feet tkls

Inspired by the fantastic fic Icing Those Hurts on ao3! This kind of spoils the ending of the story as it's set a little bit after the main conflict is resolved. You'll be able to understand the story without reading the original, but if you want the context (which again, is so fucking good, oh my god) then click the link provided <3

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Also fun fact! This is the longest fic I've ever written and I'm very proud of how it turned out :D

Tommy didn’t laugh much.

His coach found his loud, boisterous cackles unfit for a figure skater of his standards. Hissing it was too ‘unruly’, and ‘disruptive’. He was ordered to get rid of the natural joyous sound and replace it with a softer, more polite sounding noise. “Something ‘better”, his coach had said, not even acknowledging Tommy wilting on the spot. “No one wants to hear that, you’re better quiet, just like how I've taught you. Understand, Snowflake?”

Tommy, not knowing any better, had lowered his head away from the man and nodded stiffly. “...Yes sir,” he muttered, his eyes stinging at being robbed of yet another thing that made him who he was, but he shoved down the need to cry. If he wanted to keep his coach, and stay on top of the figure skating competition, he had to make sacrifices, even if that meant stripping away parts of himself and throwing them into the flames for better publicity. He had to be good enough. He had to be perfect.

He had to be perfect.

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Then he met the SMP hockey team.

The hockey boys who were constantly messing around and teasing each other, lightheartedly rough-housing and laughing loudly. No one gave them odd looks for their wild giggling or impressive wheezes, often the people surrounding the team found the sounds contagious, Tommy included, though he barely let out anything other than a few huffs here and there. His proper laugh was locked away tight due to the constant reprimands and sneers of an old coach who hated every ‘imperfection’ he saw in Tommy. So, he stayed quiet, he stayed perfect. He owed the team that at least, after everything they’d done for him.

But over time, he learned a new lesson. He learned he was allowed to just… be him. He didn’t have to force himself to be the sad, dead clone his coach would marionette with cruel hands. So, he let the inner side of himself show, snippet by snippet. He allowed the ‘unruly’, ‘ugly’ side of him to break through the mental barrier without the exhausting restrictions of a cruel man.

However, the very first time he burst into a fit of small giggles at a stupid joke Schlatt made, his mind hissed venomously of disgust and repulsion and it died in his throat as quick as it had appeared. While he didn’t really mind the other parts of himself, he hated his normal laugh now. He hated the off-putting sound his body so naturally made, despite his best efforts to change it to a more fitting variation. Whether that was due to his coach’s constant reprimands or his own brain’s contempt for it, Tommy couldn’t laugh like he used to without something acidic spiking through his body.

Suddenly hit with the realisation he’d actually laughed normally in front of the hockey players, Tommy’s anxiety forced his eyes to nervously dart up to them, wary of the contempt and judging sneers undoubtedly sent his way. Instead of that however, he was met with the sight of the boys looking at him like he was something precious. He was swept into Wilbur’s arms not a second later, the man holding him in a bear hug murmuring softly, voice thick with something that couldn’t be described with anything but love.

“Tommy, that was so sweet, oh my god- please let yourself laugh like that more, oh god I’m gonna lose my mind! That was so, so cute-”

Tommy had shoved his face into his hands to deal with the warmth in his cheeks and confused happiness fluttering in his chest, trying to ignore Wilbur's cooing behind him. But the compliments didn’t stop there. Every time he let out a giggle, snort or laugh less controlled than before, he was sent such an adoring look it made him flush and grin shyly.

The boys found themselves trying to seek out the figure skater’s laugh whenever they could, hoping to make him more comfortable with the sound so he would stop trying to stifle it. And when Tommy’s coach was out of the way permanently, they upped their efforts of getting the kid to laugh. That mission was how Tommy found himself in the middle of a common trend his friends had started.

They’d gathered in the SMP’s room, re-watching tapes on the TV, pointing out certain things and making bits out of it, the jokes getting dumber and less understandable by the second, but it always made them crack up in one way or another. Schlatt had the unfortunate experience of snorting his drink and spent the next two minutes coughing and spluttering while the rest of the team howled at his misery. Techno gave him a solid thump on the back to help clear his airway, though even he was chuckling.

Tommy was nestled in Sapnap’s arms, similar to how a bear would cradle their cub, his shoulders bouncing with his small giggles he hadn’t let become verbal yet. Sapnap smiled fondly at the sight, though a tinge of disappointment tugged at his heart every time Tommy’s lips stayed firmly shut. He knew how sweet the laughter sounded, he just wished Tommy knew it too.

He leaned down a bit so Tommy could hear him over the cackling of the others. “Five bucks says Schlatt does the exact same thing in ten minutes.”

Tommy jumped a little at how close Sapnap’s voice was to his ear, flicking his eyes to the man and gave an amused smile. “Ten bucks says he does it in less.”

“You’re on.” Sapnap snorted, gently squeezing the boy’s sides. Tommy instantly flinched with a small squeak, leaning back into Sapnap’s chest like it was instinctive with his smile growing larger. The response lifted Sapnap’s eyebrows quickly, interest lighting up, though Tommy didn’t see it. He was too caught up in registering the sensation, the small tingles in his nerves both oddly unfamiliar and foreign at the same time. He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt something akin to it.

Sapnap couldn't help himself. He did it again, just as gentle as the first time, fully grinning when Tommy burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles immediately, quiet enough to not draw attention but oh, so pure. His fingers massaged into the soft skin, just enough to tickle but not be overwhelming.

Tommy's hands flitted instinctively towards his mouth to silence himself, then back down to the fingers wiggling into his sides. Honestly, Tommy could escape easily, yet he stayed in place, weight leaned into Sapnap. He wasn't used to this kind of affection, but he couldn't deny he was having fun. And as much as he hated his laugh and exposing the hideousness of it to his friends, he selfishly didn't want to stop. The soft touch was drawing honey rich giggles from within his chest, a sound unheard from him in a long, long time.

Though his small gasps of gentle laughter remained out of the others' ears - all too focused on Schlatt who was yelling about "war on liquids" or something - Sapnap listened lovingly, adoring the uncommon sound.

Upon slowly poking along Tommy’s sides and up to his ribs however, the boy was fast to clamp his hands firmly over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to bear the soft tingling which had increased tenfold.

"Something funny?" Sapnap raised a brow teasingly, trying not to feel too sad about the fact that Tommy had been so fast to silence his real laughter.

Tommy couldn't reply with how rapidly his bubbly giggles were spilling from his mouth, heavily muffled by his hands but Sapnap could still hear it. With practice from past tickle fights of the SMP, Sapnap scratched along Tommy’s lower ribs, careful not to dig in too roughly and hurt the boy. Judging by the small buck and rapids squeaks of laughter Tommy let out, it was definitely a good spot.

"So sweet," Sapnap cooed warmly, endeared to no end by the teenager. "sweet giggly, firefly."

The flush in Tommy's cheeks increased tenfold. It wasn't sweet. It was ugly and wrong, he shouldn't be laughing like this, it wasn't-

Tommy suddenly squealed when Sapnap’s fingers started to scratch gently along his ribs through the hoodie, the feeling of the material tickling even more. "S-Sahapnap-" he gasped, breathlessly giggling.

At the small plea of his name, Sapnap let up instantly, returning to simply hugging the boy and dropping his chin into the messy curls. He felt Tommy lean into him, breathing a tad heavier after his giggle fit.

"Sorry buddy, I couldn't pass up the opportunity," he chuckled good-naturedly, hoping he hadn't actually overstepped anything. Tommy’s hands slowly slipped down from his mouth now that the laughter was disappearing from his breath. Despite how sudden and out of pocket the playful barrage was, Tommy found it wasn’t unpleasant.

"It's alright. I… I didn't really mind.” Tommy's small, mirthful admittance caused Sapnap's heart to clench in love instantly. How could one kid make him so soft?

'Didn't really mind' stuck out to the raven haired man, a smile spreading across his face at the implications.

“Sooo,” he murmured, watching as Schlatt put Quackity in a chokehold and Techno tried to stop Wilbur from doing the same to Schlatt. "Did you want me to continue?"

Tommy hesitated, his start to re-adjust himself put on immediate halt at the question. He didn't really expect Sapnap to want to continue, he'd surely laughed enough to make the man uncomfortable. But then and again, if he was offering…?

No one wants to hear that. You understand, Snowflake?

Tommy's hands squeezed the material of his pants. His voice was weak in his throat as he tried to figure out a reply. "...I…um…"

Sapnap's hand found his shoulder, thumb brushing gently against it and sending a comforting warmth through Tommy. "If you like it, I don't mind, bud," he smiled gently. "It's pretty cute, and seeing you smile is always gonna be a good thing.”

Tommy couldn’t hide the pinkness in his face if he wanted to, his ears burning a sweet strawberry red. “...Oh,” he murmured quietly, lost in thought. After a moment of consideration, Tommy leant back into Sapnap, tucking his arms over himself. “Okay,” he mumbled, trying not to look as flustered as he felt when he heard Sapnap coo above him.

Throughout the evening, Sapnap wiggled his fingers into Tommy’s sides when everyone else was distracted or when the kid was getting playfully snarky, the response of small muffled giggles and half hearted squirming made the man melt every single time. The kid was too cute. If the Olympics had a competition for the most adorable person in existence, Tommy would win gold every time, Sapnap believed that wholeheartedly.

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“You are messing with me- no way- Techno would never-”

“Oh you’d be surprised, pequeña estrella,” Quackity chuckled, his hand squeezing Tommy’s, the boy able to feel the warmth of Quackity’s palm through the gloves. “That man may carry himself with the air of some rich fucker, but he’s an absolute dork.”

“But- but he wouldn’t just lick a frozen lamp post or something-”

“Oh no, that was Wilbur who did that one. Techno tried to drink from a fountain and got his tongue stuck to the metal when he went too close. He’s never touched one since, outright refuses cause we have so many photos of him being stuck to a goddamn public drinking fountain.”

Tommy giggled, high and mirthful, his free gloved hand coming up instinctively to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, that’s- what the fuck-”

Quackity's smile dampened a little now that the treasurable sound was swathed by the glove, but he didn’t let it show, instead squeezing Tommy’s hand again and tugging him along faster back towards the buildings. They’d been walking through the snow for a good while, and Quackity couldn’t even feel his toes anymore.

“Come on, let’s go grab some hot chocolate kid, this cold is gonna kill me if we stay out any longer.”

Tommy nodded eagerly, his love for hot chocolate fuelled endlessly with how often the SMP players drank it. They quickly slipped through the doors of the dining hall, shaking off snow from their boots and plucking the gloves from their hands when the warm air of the room hit them full force. Though, that didn’t stop Quackity from taking up Tommy’s hand again, interlocking their fingers with ease. Tommy hid a soft smile, appreciating the gentle contact leagues more than the dark haired man could ever understand.

Quackity easily took the role of getting the drinks, letting Tommy quietly stand at his side and enjoy the hand holding. At some point, Quackity’s thumb slipped from holding Tommy’s to gently trace his palm, something he usually did with the other members of his team; it was basically a subconscious action. The repetitive, soft brushing over his skin made the nerves in Tommy's hand tingle, the feeling crawling around his palm like a little spider. The longer it dragged on, Tommy had to control himself not to squirm away from the affection, stuffing his other hand in his pocket and focusing on the floor, his smile stretching across his face and eyebrows drawing together.

It reminded him of what his mother used to do when he hurt his hands falling so many times on the ice. She’d gently brush over the sore spots and draw a smile out of him every time, quietly praising him for his progress and promising he’d get the hang of it someday. It was almost painfully nostalgic, yet Tommy found himself appreciating the feeling from Quackity. He missed the comforting feeling of his hands being tended to so carefully, even if it was at the expense of fighting not to laugh.

As Quackity finished up the drinks, he flicked his gaze to Tommy as he'd gone strangely quiet for quite a while. Seeing the boy’s gaze firmly on the ground sent a spike of worry rocketing through his gut and his brain was quickly swamped with fear. Was something wrong? Was he zoning out? Was he dissociating right now?! Had Quackity missed something-?

The rapid train of anxious suggestions came to an abrupt halt when Quackity caught sight of the wobbly grin the kid was trying to hide. He then noticed Tommy's fingers were slightly tighter in their grip around his own, and a soft pink tinged the boy's ears. It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. Quackity had to physically stop himself from squealing loudly in the middle of the dining hall. He didn’t want to accidentally kill Tommy in embarrassment, but come on, having ticklish hands?! That was definitely squeal worthy.

But Quackity, being the nice and generous person he is, decided to leave the murder for another day. He didn't think the others would appreciate the unfortunate death of their favourite blonde figure skater.

Hot chocolates done, he brushed his thumb over the beginning edges of Tommy's fingers to get his attention. "Want to go sit down, bud?" He asked.

Tommy nodded a few moments after the question, distracted with the soft ticklish touch buzzing through his palm. "S-Suhure.”

A giggle slipped out much to Quackity's delight, and he passed Tommy his hot chocolate, effectively keeping the boy from being able to muffle the sound further as both his hands were currently occupied. With that, he gently tugged the boy along to a free table, his thumb still tracing Tommy's palm lines to hear the small slips of laughter. He stored the precious little nugget of information away, internally fawning over such a cute quirk for the figure skater.

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George had usually been the one who guarded Tommy when he needed to nap. When he desperately had to escape from his coach and breathe, if only for a little bit. So it stood to reason that George felt the need to do the same thing now, even with Tommy's dickhead of a coach now gone for good. Tommy's naps weren't as frequent as they used to be, the teams' (almost overbearing) love and care making sure Tommy was well looked after. Tommy would be lying if he said he hated it, the love and worry the ice hockey players had for him was everything he'd wanted.

Now, he was lying on George's bed, dozing after a fairly intense training session on the ice. He'd been wanting to master a new jump, it was a tricky manoeuvre but he knew how to do the baseline of it now. It would just take a week or two to get the hang of it, and a little longer to do flawlessly. If his coach had been teaching him it, he would've been forced to practice it until he physically couldn't stand, the jump being mastered within seven days.

But thankfully, Tommy wasn't concerned about learning it fast. It was just for fun, and he knew there was no way the SMP boys would even let him on the ice again today, unless it was for another match of hockey with them.

Tommy shifted under his blanket and released a small sigh, his limbs weighed down with a pleasant tiredness, though sleep refused to come to him. George, who had been idly scrolling through his phone, immediately looked to Tommy.

"You alright?"

The blonde cracked an eye open to look at the man, feeling something warm curl in his heart at the concern peeking through George's brown gaze.

"Yeah," he answered after a moment. "Can't sleep is all."

George hummed, shutting off his phone and setting it down beside him. Then he asked, "Anything I can do to help?"

Tommy simply shrugged, not really sure there was anything George could do. This kind of thing happened sometimes, where he was tired enough for rest but there was just something holding him back, a need to keep moving, never stopping, never resting, always training, always on the ice, always perfect-

A gentle hand then brushed along his back, shutting off Tommy's brain in a split second. He didn't move, one eye open and staring at George's leg as he registered the contact.

Taking the silence as a good thing, George's palm brushed up his spine then slowly rubbed to his lower back. The pattern was slow and steady, a sort of massage that eased the tension from Tommy's muscles that he didn't even know was there. He melted into the softness of the blankets, eyelids fluttering and slipped closed. He let out a pleased hum, eyes sliding shut once more and a small smile lifting his lips.

“T‘s nice,” he mumbled into the bedclothes, barely intelligible with how slurred it was. George gave a gentle huff of laughter, amusement crinkling his eyes as he continued to rub Tommy’s back, removing years of tension and anxiety from his thin frame. “It was the only thing I could think of.”

Tommy nuzzled his pillow with a dragged out hum. “Good idea…big brain,” he muttered, “like a dolphin.”

There was a small huff. “I don’t think I’m a dolphin, Tommy, I'm more like a shark."

A soft noise of agreement drew out from Tommy. “Sharks are cool… Big brain shark.”

George rolled his eyes at how out of it Tommy was becoming, sleep cradling his tired body and gently pulling him down. George eased his palm from the boy’s back to replace it with his fingers, tracing the curve of his spine and around his shoulders in a slow, steady rhythm. Wilbur sometimes did this when George struggled to sleep, the gentle ministrations lulling him to rest far faster than nyquil ever did. Though, instead of settling further, Tommy’s shoulders rose a bit, a small mumble leaving him as he buried his face into the pillows.

George blinked at the odd response, shifting his hand further down to draw figure eights on Tommy’s lower back. “Is this okay?” he asked softly.

The blonde figure skater gave a small nod, keeping his face turned into the pillows, hiding a smile into the soft material and trying not to let out the giggles building in his chest. Though, George had a fond look on his face as he’d seen the expression, taken in the reactions, and put the pieces together.

It was quite sweet really, and Tommy wasn’t complaining about the sensations, so George kept lightly dragging his nails along the boy’s back and shoulders, noting when the boy would squirm slightly and a small peep would leave him. In a rare moment of mischief, George focused his attention on Tommy's shoulder blades, the boy finally breaking into a small fit of squeaky giggles. Almost immediately after, his hand came up to muffle the sound, a slight flush heating up his ears at how quickly his resolve broke. George however, only gave a pleased hum at the noises.

“There it is,” he said softly, giving Tommy’s shoulders a small, quick scratch before returning to the middle of his back, “thank you.”

…Thank you?

Tommy would’ve tried to figure out what on earth that meant, but his brain had essentially been turned to mush with the shapes and lines being gently traced into the curve of his spine. The soft, ticklish sensations swirling over his back caused small giggles to tumble free, despite the palm firmly planted on mouth. Tommy couldn’t hold back the noises if he wanted to, the dam broken much to his dismay.

Though it was odd, George continued to move his fingers along his spine to draw out the little mirthful noises, even with how hideous they were. Tommy didn’t understand why George would keep at the gentle touch if all it would gain was his obnoxious laughter.

A finger then scratched gently at the back of Tommy’s ribs, tingles shooting through his nervous system and causing his whole body to curl in on itself and a squeak slipping out. George, unbeknownst to Tommy, fondly smiled at the reaction. He spoke softly, just loud enough to hear over Tommy’s tumbling giggles. “You don’t have to force yourself to be quiet, Tommy, really you don’t. It’s just us.”

The rib tickling shifted back into soft tracing along Tommy’s lower back and up his spine, easing the growing tingles back to something more relaxing. Tommy’s body uncurled and melted back into the mattress at the soothing motions, his hand still feebly trying to muffle the quiet giggling. He didn’t want to expose the sound more than he already had. George shouldn’t feel forced to hear it-

It’s just us.

Just them.

It was just him and George. Gentle, careful, loving George. He’d never hurt Tommy before, never judged, he’d always been there as a comforting presence.

Tommy’s fingers gripped at his jaw a touch tighter. Maybe…maybe it was okay? At least for a little bit?

With slow, cautious movements, Tommy’s palm hesitantly slid away from his mouth, curling into a fist just over his lips and resting on the pillow under his head. It was ready to go right back over his mouth the second George got tired of his ugly noises. However, there was a small, pleased noise from the brunette behind him. It made his anxiety settle a bit, knowing he’d made the man happier with his choice. Tommy let himself relax into the bed, his hand losing tension so it was barely curled beside him. It wasn’t long before the gentle motions on his back lulled him into a sleepy state once more.

The small giggles began to ease from his breath, leaving him feeling lighter than ever. His eyes slid closed without him really realising as his exhausted body finally gave in to its weariness.

George smiled down at the boy and tucked the precious memory into the corner of his mind. Quietly, he turned his phone back on, continuing to scroll as his nails idly drifted across Tommy’s back, the boy having slipped into a blissful sleep, a smile still lifting his lips.

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One of the perks of adopting a teenage figure skater into a clan of dumbass hockey players was that it came with teasing privileges. Seeing the boy as a little brother, everyone got their fair share of light-hearted fun, Tommy enjoying the banter and countering it with his own most of the time.

There were times however, when he was faced with such an odd subject of teasing he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to it. Schlatt, for instance, had locked onto the fact that Tommy was practically a bean pole, and with that, he’d started making claims that Tommy could easily be carted around.

Tommy rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, giving the man before him a light-hearted glare. “I’m not that light, Schlatt-”

“You are. I bet that I could pick you up and carry you around easily for hours,” Schlatt countered, a shit eating grin on his face as he stood in front of the boy, arms crossed and eyebrow quirked challengingly.

“No you- you literally couldn’t. You struggle to lift yourself out of bed in the morning, what makes you think you could lift me?”

A bark of laughter from across the room made Schlatt send a middle finger towards the culprit, the culprit being Quackity who was curled up on a chair on his phone. The mutton-chopped chaos bringer smirked at Tommy, his eyes narrowed playfully.

“Right, you wanna bet man?” He asked.

The question made something uncomfortable roll in the boy's gut. “...Bet what?” Tommy looked a bit unsure as he spoke, his mind flashing to notes and misunderstandings.

Schlatt gave a one shouldered shrug with a flap of his hand. “If I can pick you up and carry you around, then you just gotta let it happen. But if I can’t, then I’ll do whatever you want for an hour.”

Quackity cackled again from his little throne, gleaming eyes watching the scene unfold before him. “Go on Tommy,” he encouraged. “When he fails, you can ask him to do a little jig and he’ll have to! Think of the blackmail opportunities!”

Tommy’s skin prickled anxiously at the thought of blackmail, but a warm hand on his shoulder turned his gaze back to Schlatt who was looking at him gently.

“We don’t have to bet or anything if you don’t want to bud,” he promised, “it’s all just in fun. Honest.”

Tommy blinked at him, not really expecting it to be that simple. Schlatt was a man of inhumane determination and explosive opinions, and yet he was ready to drop the challenge? Just like that? Why would-?

Because it’s you.

His mind offered the idea like it was something delicate and Tommy, gently, hesitantly, let himself hold onto it for a moment. Because it’s him. Schlatt’s willing to back out because it’s Tommy, no strings attached, no catches at all. The thought shouldn’t make his heart as warm as it did, but the little bubbles of happiness in his stomach was evidence enough.

“Okay.” He found himself saying. “If you’re able to carry me around for more than five minutes, then sure, bets on.”

Schlatt was grinning once more. “Excellent.”

Before Tommy could even prepare himself, Schlatt had ducked down and ducked his shoulder into the kid’s waist, scooping his weight up and sending Tommy sprawling over his back.

“Fucken hell!” Tommy yelped, scrambling to cling onto something, settling on taking bunches of Schlatt’s hockey jumper in his hands.

Schlatt, now standing upright, laughed loudly as he held onto the boy securely, grinning even though Tommy couldn’t see it. “There! What’d I tell ya? Easy.”

Tommy grunted, elbowing Schlatt’s spine a bit as he sat up the best he could. “Still have to keep this up for five minutes, Schlatt.”

“Oh please, I once did this to Soot for half an hour.”

Tommy’s eyebrows shot up and he smacked a hand into Schlatt’s back in indignation without much thought. “You- you dickhead! You conned me!”

The hockey player cackled, spinning on the spot gently. “Of course I did! Big Q, you getting photos of this?”

“I’ve been filming this whole time man.”

Tommy made an affronted noise, sending the man a faux offended look. “Quackity you were in on this?!”

There was another laugh from the beanie wearing devil. “Sorry dude, it’s kinda funny seeing you getting hauled around like a sack of potatoes.”

Exasperated and defeated, Tommy groaned, slumping into Schlatt fully and letting himself hang over his shoulder, grumbling incoherently about betrayal and treachery.

“Aw c’mon, lighten up bud, it could be worse,” Schlatt snickered, squeezing the boy’s knee gently.

The limb spasmed wildly, a strangled noise leaving Tommy as he kicked his leg out on reflex. Schlatt’s eyebrows shot up at the sudden reaction, then, with a look akin to a cat hunting a mouse, he grinned.

“Oh, what do we have here, hmm?” He purred.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, Schlatt immediately latched back onto Tommy’s leg and squeezed up and down the muscle. Tommy practically shrieked, wriggling in Schlatt’s hold as he broke into snorts, surprising both Schlatt and Quackity at how whole it sounded.

Tommy was so caught off guard about the sudden attack he forgot to muffle the ugly sounds spilling from him, though to everyone else in the room, it was the sweetest thing in the world. “Schlahahatt!” Tommy gasped out, gripping the back of the man’s jersey and hanging on, eyes scrunched with how wide his smile was.

Schlatt chuckled when Tommy squealed adorably upon his fingers scratching gently on the underside of his knees. “Yeah? What’s up, Tommy?” he goaded playfully, “I must say, you’re getting awfully squirmy up there, is something the matter?”

Through tumbling cackles, Tommy tried to formulate a coherent response to reply. “Ihihihihit’s- Ihihihi’m- S-Schlahahatt, ohoho gohohod-!” Though he was trying, Tommy could barely get a sentence out, laughing his heart out as ticklish sparks zapped through his legs like lightning.

The man chuckled at Tommy’s half baked words, scuttling his nails along the sensitive sides of his thighs. “Good try buddy, almost gave me an answer,” he jokingly praised, “you’ll get there eventually, I believe.”

Schlatt spun gently on the spot, causing Tommy’s mirthful giggles to pick up with the movement, the high pitched titters causing the softest grin imaginable to spread across Schlatt’s face. He adored hearing the boy laugh - not that pathetic fake thing his coach forced onto him - no, absolutely not. He meant the bright, wonderful laugh Tommy had kept locked away inside him. Every time it sneaked out, the entire hockey team would be a melted puddle of adoration and love, and Tommy didn’t even believe it.

But, the SMP had made it their goal long ago to help Tommy regain his footing in his life, secure in himself and everything he did.

Catching Tommy’s wheeze of laughter, Schlatt gave his knee a final tweak before patting the limb, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy. “Alright, alright, I’m done. Promise.”

An elbow dug into Schlatt’s ribs from behind, making him choke a bit on air. Tommy sat up the best he could from his position, and looked over his shoulder with a glare that didn’t even hold any heat. “You are such a dick,” he exhaled a laugh, grinning despite the ‘mock annoyance’ he was trying to put on.

Schlatt didn’t reply. He was too caught off guard from what met his gaze. Tommy’s cheeks were flushed pink, just like they were when his routines got intense on the ice, a wide smile lifting his cheeks in a way that made his eyes squint. It made something warm and golden pool into Schlatt’s heart, something unfamiliar yet becoming common around the blonde teen. Ew, feelings. He couldn’t tell anyone that lest he be called ‘soft’.

Tommy blinked at the man when he didn’t respond, his smile slipping back to something smaller and unfortunately more regular for him. It made the warmth in Schlatt’s heart flicker and constrict. Tommy cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, looking abashed by the sudden silence after his laughter had filled the room for so long. “S-So what now? You’re just gonna carry me for an hour?” He asked, not sounding too sure whether he should be joking or not, ears burning in self-conscious embarrassment.

Schlatt blinked off his shock faster than Quackity - (who was still processing how happy Tommy had looked) - instead slipping on an easy grin in hopes of soothing the boy. He dipped his shoulder down suddenly, making Tommy yelp loudly and cling tighter to his jersey, a breathless giggle managing to find its way out of him. Schlatt straightened not a moment later with a shrug, gently jostling the boy who had laughter at the edge of his voice once more from the unpredictable movements. Schlatt would die before he admitted that the sound made him relax practically instantly.

He shrugged again just to be more annoying, Tommy moving with the motion as he spoke arily. “I was thinking of two hours actually. I’ve been meaning to break my record of carrying Quackity for one and a half.”

Tommy froze in disbelief, hands going slack in being balled in his jumper. “You carried Quackity for-?”

An outraged squawk sounded out from across the room. Ah, it seemed Quackity had snapped out of his stupor at last. “Schlatt shut the fuck up! You told me you’d never tell anyone about that!”

Tommy felt the chuckle reverberating through Schlatt as he laughed heartily. “Not gonna lie dude, most people I know are aware of that story.”

There was another yell, this one bordering on despair. “Oh, you absolute motherfucker!”

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Soft footsteps echoed down the halls, weighed down slightly and accompanied by the soft clink of skates tapping together.

“I told you to get off the ice sooner love,” Wilbur murmured softly, gentle hands supporting a certain tired blonde who was curled on his back. He felt the boy wince sharply at his words.

“I know. I’m sor-”

“No, don’t apologise.” Wilbur immediately interrupted, tramping up the stairs to his room. “I know it's a habit for you, we’ll break it though. You can’t be blamed for what that dickhead put in your brain.”

Tommy didn’t answer, instead pushing his cold nose into the back of Wilbur’s shoulder, trying not to cry. Though the tears weren't due to the pain twinging in his ankles.

He’d been skating for hours, not keeping track of time and subconsciously shoving down his body's' protests for rest. Shocking how quickly old behaviour came sneaking back when he’d thought he’d gotten better. Wilbur had found him - apparently the entire team was out searching when he didn’t turn up for dinner - and immediately got him off the rink. Due to how long he was skating, his feet hurt and his body was weighed down with tiredness. Hence Wilbur piggy-backing Tommy back to the rooms. Tommy had tried to protest that he could walk himself, but Wilbur refused to let him, getting the boy to clamber onto his back.

“I’d feel better knowing you weren’t in pain,” he admitted softly, taking Tommy’s skates from him and cradling his face. “It hurts me to see you like this, sunshine.”

So, Tommy had listened. And internally, he was quite grateful he had. His feet, despite not having weight on them anymore, ached horribly. Walking would’ve been a fucking nightmare. The gentle clinking of his skates in Wilbur’s hand, accompanied by the steady thuds of his footfalls was a steady rhythm that had Tommy’s eyes fluttering, leaning his head fully into Wilbur’s thick coat as drowsiness circled him like a buzzard.

“Darling, hey.” He was gently jostled, making him start with a weary noise. Wilbur’s apologetic look met his eyes. “I know you want to sleep, bubs, but we gotta get you some painkillers and some water first. I know how much you’d hate to wake up in the morning and feel like your feet are broken, right?”

It was a good point to be fair. Didn’t mean Tommy was happy about it though.

Wilbur laughed softly when Tommy made his opinions abundantly clear as he thumped his head back onto Wilbur’s shoulder, a deep groan drawing from his throat.

“I know, I know. The hassle of being looked after is dreadful,” Wilbur teased lightly, knocking his head gently into Tommy’s affectionately. “Only a few minutes of me fussing, Tommy, then you can sleep.”

“...Fine,” Tommy muttered, and in his heart, he felt the tingly feeling of warmth and love flood him.

It took a minute for Wilbur to figure out how to open the door with Tommy clinging to his back like a little monkey, eventually getting Tommy to twist the handle as he shouldered the door. Kicking it shut behind him, Wilbur moved over to the bed and gently deposited the kid onto the sheets.

“Right, I’m gonna check my bag for some painkillers, stay here and don’t fall asleep okay? You need to drink something first.” Wilbur ran a hand through Tommy’s hair before he stepped away into the bathroom, on a mission to find something to help relieve the aches plaguing Tommy.

The boy gave a sleepy hum a few seconds delayed of Wilbur’s instructions, glazed eyes keeping track of the duvet in case it went sentient and slithered away. Duvets could do that right? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded realistic.

Tommy giggled quietly to himself, almost deliriously, and scrubbed at his eyes, trying not to keel over into the possibly-sentient duvet and fall asleep right then and there. Where was Wilbur?

“..ommy? Hey, you okay?”

Ah, there he was.

“Hmm?” Tommy lifted his head slowly, a lopsided smile on his face at the sight of Wilbur looking down at him.

“You were just laughing randomly, I asked if you were okay.” Wilbur seemed more amused than worried, sitting down on the bed beside the boy, glass of water in one hand and two painkillers in the other.

Tommy gave a small nod, picking up the tablets from the man’s open hand as he spoke softly, but seriously. “The duvet could be sentient.”

Wilbur stared as Tommy took the water from his hand and sipped at it, tossing the medicine into his mouth afterwards, blissfully unaware of the absolute bombshell of a mind fuck-up he’d given the brunette next to him.

“...Right,” Wilbur eventually muttered, a borderline exasperated laugh leaving his mouth. “We are never letting you overwork yourself ever again, you’re going to turn into a cryptid theorist.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side, similar to a confused puppy. “What’s a cryptid theorist?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The blonde continued to drink his water quietly, gaze eventually shifting from the duvet to Wilbur as the man had slipped something out of his pocket and was unscrewing the lid. “What’s that?” He asked.

“Ointment. It’ll help with the muscle pain in your ankles. We use it sometimes after an intense game or when training takes a toll.” Wilbur popped the cap off and placed it to the side, patting his lap. “Hand em over.”

Tommy blinked, sleepy and clueless and overall just a sweet mess. “...Huh?” He mumbled. Wilbur just patted his leg twice and gave Tommy a fond look at his state.

“Your feet, c’mon Toms, I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do. You literally bit Schlatt the other day.” Despite his argument, Tommy swung his feet into Wilbur’s expectant lap, though it was with as much grace as a drunk swan.

“He tried to steal my pancakes, I think it was justified,” Wilbur defended with a chuckle, slipping off Tommy’s thick socks and placing them on the bed. “This is gonna be cold, sorry bud.”

“‘t’s fine,” Tommy mumbled, taking the last sip of his water and putting it on the bedside table, nestling back into the pillows and trusting Wilbur entirely.

Wilbur dabbed some of the ointment onto his fingertips and placed them on Tommy’s ankle, feeling the boy’s entire body shudder at the coolness of the cream. “Sorry, I did warn you,” he chuckled, gently rubbing the stuff into Tommy’s aching muscles.

Tommy practically went boneless, slumping into the pillows and giving a satisfied hum. Wilbur had to hold back a proper laugh at that, pressing more pressure into the muscles. “Jesus, you’re tense, have you never had a foot massage before?”

“Sounds fucken weird, why would I need to? I stretch, don't I?”

“So do we, but we sometimes have days where we need to take extra care of ourselves.”

Tommy smiled to himself in thought. “Quackity told me how Sapnap and him have spa days.”

Wilbur really did laugh at that one. ”Yeah, I’ll never forget the time they got me to go to one, I was so uptight the entire time.”

Tommy raised a brow lazily, eyes fluttering. “Why? This feels nice?”

The brunette gave a small huff, sending the boy a bit of an embarrassed smile. “Cause I’ve got ticklish feet mate, I had to fight for my life not to kick the person giving the massage.”

Tommy couldn’t help but snicker a bit, imagining the predicament. “Sounds kinda funny. I hope they recorded it.”

“Oi,” Wilbur warned playfully, “I have the video of Schlatt carrying you around, don’t make me start making fun of you for that.”

Tommy held his hands up in surrender, grinning tiredly at the brunette who rolled his eyes and continued back to his work. The atmosphere was one of peace, Wilbur making sure all tension was out of Tommy’s battered ankles, and the boy thoroughly enjoying the gentle treatment. God, he wished he’d known about this kind of thing sooner. Anytime he’d overworked himself and ended up with stiff muscles or cramping joints, his coach had begrudgingly given him a day to recover, or blatantly told him to “not fuck up our chances of winning”. It seemed ridiculous thinking back on it now, as his coach was the sole reason for his condition getting worse, yet Tommy was blamed for his own injuries.

Tommy’s bitter thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt when he felt Wilbur’s cold fingers start to gently rub into the soles and tops of his feet,

Wilbur flicked his eyes back when he felt Tommy lock up, and had to bite his lip to avoid fawning over what he saw. Tommy had his hands pressed tightly over his mouth, his whole body quivering as he fought for his life to keep his laughter in. The redness in his ears and cheeks were undeniably adorable, as was the slight scrunch to his nose that matched his eyes which were squeezed tight.

“You’re allowed to laugh, you know,” Wilbur reminded gently, turning away from Tommy as he cracked an eye open at his voice. “I did when this happened to me. Nothing wrong with having a giggle, sunshine.”

The nickname made Tommy soften and simultaneously more embarrassed, hands only clamping tighter over his lips to restrain the bubbly titters. He’d been letting the uglier side of him out more - too much more - he had snorted in front of Quackity and Schlatt for crying out loud. His coach’s honey-doused words circled his brain. No one wants to hear that. You’re better quie-

Wilbur scratched gently underneath Tommy’s toes, and his mind shut off, a squeal leaping out of him and very quickly followed by high pitched giggles. He tried to pull his feet away instinctively, but Wilbur simply tightened his hold marginally.

Wilbur tutted with a flex of his brow. “Ah ah, I’m not done yet,” he reprimanded lightly, putting more pressure on Tommy’s soles again to massage as he rubbed the ointment into the skin. “Stay there darling, just a little longer.”

Tommy, now that his dam had burst, couldn’t contain his giggling, shifting his hands from covering his mouth to clapping entirely over his warm face, shoulders drawing up to his ears as he laughed squeakily.

Wilbur chuckled softly at the endearing sounds. “I’m not even trying to tickle you right now, are you really this sensitive?”

“Lihike yohou hahave rohoom toho tahalk,” Tommy pressed out, shifting around in his nest of pillows in a weak attempt to bear the tickly movement brushing along his feet.

The hockey player snorted. “Touché. Also, uncover your face would you? I can’t see you smile or hear your laugh when you do that.”

Tommy’s ears flushed brighter, and he shook his head. He had already laughed too genuinely for his liking, the sound was so loud and wrong, he wasn’t meant to-

“Come on darling, I want to hear your giggles,” Wilbur coaxed, lightening his touch to gentle tracing along the sides of Tommy’s soles, smiling when Tommy shrunk in on himself with another squeal. His hands slipped down enough to show his eyes, and Wilbur cooed lovingly. Tommy’s eyes were squinted with his smile, alight with an endearing spark Wilbur had only seen when Tommy was really happy.

“Awwww, there’s my sunspot,” Wilbur murmured, returning to massaging Tommy’s feet, though he wasn’t adding as much pressure as he was before. It wasn’t his fault Tommy was this adorable, okay? Sue him for wanting to ease some laughter out of the teenager.

Tommy’s heart was warm with Wilbur’s affectionate tone, and despite his mind yelling at him not to, he slowly slid his hands from his mouth to interlock his fingers in front of his chin, his giggles now crystal clear. The soft, approving coo from Wilbur was worth the warmth in his face.

“There we go. Well done, Toms, I’m so proud of you.” He smiled so genuinely Tommy couldn’t help the small flicker in him that believed it.

Due to how exhausted Tommy was, Wilbur didn’t purposefully tickle him for long, going back to the original task of massaging the tension out. It didn’t stop Tommy from giggling though.

When Wilbur eventually finished the massage, he slipped Tommy’s socks back on and flicked his eyes up to the boy. He slapped the back of his hand to his mouth and bit down on the skin to avoid cooing obnoxiously loudly. Tommy was nestled snug in the pillows, head turned to the side and half buried amongst the plush material. His cheeks were tinged a light pink and his smile was still there, hands holding his arms in his sleep.

Wilbur counted to ten to compose himself, having to stifle the little happy noises weaselling out of him at how peaceful Tommy looked. Gently manoeuvring the boy’s feet off his lap, Wilbur stood and dragged a heavy blanket over to cover Tommy, trying not to cry endeared tears at how he seemed even smaller under the big, fuzzy cover.

"I hope you sleep well, sunshine," Wilbur murmured, running a gentle hand through Tommy's curls, his thumb brushing over the boy's temple.

He was relieved he'd been able to find Tommy, the panic in his veins was not something Wilbur wanted to experience again any time soon. He settled down on the floor, easily in reach of Tommy should something happen. Pulling out his phone to pass the time, Wilbur was grateful it had been on silent and not disruptive to the boy should anyone call. He was surprised to find it overwhelmed with notifications of the others texting him.

Ah. Shit. He'd forgotten to message to say he'd found Tommy.

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Being the captain of a hockey team sounded difficult. Being the captain of the SMP hockey team was an absolute mission. It was constantly filled with making sure Schlatt didn't wage a war on someone, keeping George from killing Sapnap when the jokes were getting out of hand, monitoring Quackity at all times lest the small man buy a whole store for the team. At least Wilbur was somewhat manageable and easy to keep track of, unless he was on a chaotic streak, then everyone needed to be on high alert.

A new addition to the odd little family however, was a figure skater that had single-handedly managed to get everyone wrapped around his finger, and he wasn't even aware of it.

Tommy, to put it simply, was one of the sweetest people Techno had ever met. His hugs were a mood booster in themselves, his smile brightening any room, and to be frank, his laugh could bring world peace. Techno was grateful his team was so good at taking care of the boy, his progress with simply living as himself was way better than it was a mere few months ago, and it was due to their encouragement and support. Who knew how long the poor boy had been shunned and belittled for not presenting a 'better' front. He deserved to live a happier life, and by god the SMP was going to give him that.

Techno also discovered, due to Tommy's constant pressure to be perfect, he was afraid to pick up new things. Terrified he'd disappoint someone with how awful he'd be at something he'd never had any experience with. It took a little to even get him to hold a hockey stick, and more time to try playing around with it. Wilbur was usually the one teaching the kid how to play their game, but Techno occasionally stepped onto the ice to help Tommy instead.

Techno enjoyed helping the teenager learn, talking him through strategic manoeuvres and stick control to better keep the puck away from other players. However, Tommy was having difficulty with one of the more complex plays, overthinking the movements and ultimately losing the puck to Techno who was circling him.

"Hey, it's alright. Try to angle the stick to cover the puck more from the direction I'm in- yeah, there you go." Techno praised gently as Tommy did what he said, shielding the flat disc away from his stick.

Tommy's brow was tightly drawn together as he clumsily corrected himself before the puck could slip away again, gripping the stick tightly to cope with his anxious heart. An apology for his underwhelming ability was on the tip of his tongue, but Techno's next words made it die.

"You're picking this up faster than Quackity actually, he couldn't figure out the movement without slipping over himself." The captain idly skated past Tommy as he spoke, doing a lazy turn to face the boy.

Tommy's ears burned and shoved down the warmth curling inside him. His coach would've been incredibly disappointed if he saw how lacklustre he was performing. There would've been no praise. No gentle critique. Nothing that man did or said was gentle, it was jagged and sharp, meant to cut into someone and make them bleed. Techno was better than that, everything he said was genuine.

The puck was snatched from him as Techno suddenly appeared and slid his hockey stick across the ice, nicking it with startling speed. The surprise of it made Tommy skid to a halt on his skates, blinking up in alarm at Techno who was watching him with a small smile.

"You got caught up in your head again," he said lightly.

Tommy's cheeks warmed in embarrassment and he tried to regain his composure to explain himself. "You just- you were nice to me, I wasn't expecting it."

There was a small exhaled chuckle from the pink haired captain. "Well, that's why I do it, because you shouldn't be unused to kindness," Techno sent him a small smile, sadness tinged it but it disappeared quickly. "Though if it distracts you so much then maybe I should implement that tactic into our usual strategies, hmm? Would that throw the other team off?"

"Please don't," Tommy choked on air, grinning though his face was definitely more pigmented than before. "That would be one of the worst things ever done in ice hockey history."

"I'm sure I can think of things that are way worse." Techno's mind flashed to a certain team whose tactics were downright cruel, specifically towards one of his own team members. He shook off the thought before it rooted itself too deeply. Now wasn't the time. Techno cleared his throat and straightened up. "Right, let's try it again, and Tommy, keep your focus on the puck, okay?"

Tommy nodded and gripped the stick more readily, catching the disk when Techno slid it over to him. The captain skated to the end of the ice once more and spun to face the blonde. The teen seemed more focused, though his face still held that pleased warmth to it, still calming down from Techno's previous words.

Techno held back a grin at the thought of Tommy getting so flustered over a simple compliment. It was pretty cute.

He skated forwards quickly, but this time Tommy was ready, immediately angling the puck away with his stick and skating to try and pass by the man.

"Good, Tommy, very good," said Techno encouragingly, skating around to Tommy's other side to try and swipe the puck, but it was intercepted fairly quickly. Techno was amused to see Tommy's face having a shy grin on it.

The gentle scuffle for the puck was good practice for Tommy, though Techno’s brain was already pointing out openings and weaknesses in Tommy’s form that he could easily bypass and grab the disk. He ignored his thoughts though, and instead slowed down his skating and drew his hockey stick away as he spoke.

“Tommy, just a pointer, a way to keep people away from the puck is to use your body as a barricade. Staying how you are would allow other players to take advantage of any opening you have to get the puck.” As Techno spoke, he angled his body in example, broadening his shoulders and shielding over his hockey stock. “See what I’m doing? Try it.”

Tommy immediately shifted his body to copy Techno’s form, masking the puck from view and keeping Techno blind to the disk. It was a nice start, though Techno saw the ways he could break past the defence. He shot down his brain before it could get ahead of itself, stamping on it as well for good measure.

“That’s pretty good,” he said, straightening out of his guard position to circle Tommy, checking his form for possible improvements. “Another thing to remember is that you need to be aware of who’s around you when you’re guarding. Whether it be an opponent or a teammate, keeping track of everyone else will help your ability to keep the puck. Knowing the place of your teammate means you’ll have the chance to hit it to them if you’re in a tight spot and can’t break through the opposition.”

Tommy nodded along with his words, starting to uncurl his shoulders as he paid attention to Techno’s advice, forgetting his task of protecting the puck and instead drinking in everything the man was saying.

“Though, if it is the opposition overwhelming you, they could come in from any direction to catch you off guard. Knowing where most of the other teams’ players are will give you a better shot of not being hit from your blind spots.”

Almost subconsciously, Techno reached over and gently poked Tommy’s stomach which had gotten more exposed from the lack of defence. Tommy jolted away with a yelp and sharply turned to face Techno, the puck tightly drawn close to his stick and far out of Techno’s range. The captain stared for a second then smiled.

"Right. We can work with that actually,” he said, standing up straighter and skating away. “We’re going to run that again, remember what I said about barricading.”

Tommy blinked as Techno backed up, his brow scrunched endearingly. "Work with what?" He asked in confusion.

The captain sent him a grin. "You're going to try and keep me away from the puck using that defence I just showed you, and you'll know if I'm able to get through it if I can reach your stomach."

Instantaneously, Tommy's belly fluttered with nervous butterflies at the implications. His whole face warmed as he spluttered. "I- ah-… wh-what?"

Techno snickered, "This shouldn't be an issue as long as you guard correctly, now, take up your defence."

Tommy, still flushed warmly, scrambled to hide the puck behind his hockey stick, his mind racing a mile a minute as he tried to figure out why on earth Techno would use such an odd teaching method to help him learn the move. Surely this couldn’t be a common thing in ice hockey-

Techno rushed across the ice and Tommy’s brain went from confused to 'game mode' in a split second, skates scraping against the floor as he shifted his body to protect the puck.

"Good, Tommy, very very good," Techno praised, skidding to the boy's other side and seeing how fast the teenager swerved in defence.

His stick knocked the puck closer to him, skating backwards to keep Techno moving as he tried to find an opening to slip by. If he could get by and score a goal that would surely make the captain proud.

Techno suddenly changed tactics to circling Tommy, making the boy turn with him, hyper aware of the puck and his torso being exposed for even a second. It made something giddy and mirthful bubble in his chest, a giggle spilling from him without thinking. It was kind of fun, the added challenge of keeping the puck safe as well as his stomach.

Techno chuckled a bit at the sound Tommy let out. It was good to hear him sound like a kid. He’d wanted this to be a bit more fun for the boy.

“Someone’s getting giggly,” he commented airly, skidding around suddenly and - with Tommy’s delayed reaction to it - was able to weasel a hand under Tommy’s arm to prod his stomach. Tommy instantly jolted, a high pitched yelp leaping from him. With a fast movement, he’d spun around and dragged the puck with him, keeping Techno in his sight once more, shoulders bouncing with his rapid giggling.

Techno seemed a bit taken aback with the fast reaction, eyes wide with surprise that quickly morphed into something impressed. “Swift recovery, excellent, Tommy.” He then grinned playfully. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

The next few minutes were filled with Tommy’s giggles and Techno’s gentle laughter, their shared giddiness practically able to be felt as Techno chased Tommy around the ice for the puck and Tommy tried to protect it. Techno had managed to get Tommy so distracted by keeping the disk away from him that he didn’t even seem aware how much he was laughing. Every once in a while, Tommy would let slip a snort, a squeal, and at one point, a series of particularly endearing squeaks. Due to Techno managing to reach over and tickle the boy every once in a while, the bubbly, mirthful noises remained consistent.

The entire scene was sweet enough to give someone cavities.

Ice skidded out from Techno’s skates as he made a sharp turn past Tommy, scribbling into his stomach in passing and the puck just about skidded out from his hockey stick with how badly Tommy squirmed away from the contact.

"Come on, Tommy," Techno gently teased, grinning widely as he watched Tommy quickly reclaim the skidding disk, "keep defending that puck, don't let me get it."

Tommy was in fits of wild giggles, flinching away from Techno but trying to keep the puck close, inevitably making the man go back in to scuttle across his abdomen and try to steal the disk. Though, to be fair, Techno wasn't really trying, he was just being a menace.

"Tehech!" Tommy squealed, swivelling on the ice to protect the soft spot from the fingers.

"The puck, Tommy, I'm gonna get it if you let it go." Techno shifted his stick towards the disk but Tommy swiped it back under the cover of his own quickly.

Techno, admittedly rather meanly, scribbled across Tommy's stomach when he saw an opening and gently wriggled his nails up the boy's side when he tried to squirm away.

"TehEHEchnoho!" Tommy's voice jumped an octave and he turned sharply to keep Techno in front of him, only just managing to keep the disk under his hockey stick and not sliding away across the ice.

"There we go, much faster reflex that time," Techno approved, watching fondly as left over giggles spilled from Tommy at the harmless attack.

The boy didn't seem against the unique teaching, if anything, he seemed to be having fun. It then occurred to Techno that Tommy hadn't said "stop" the entire time they’d been messing around. Interesting.

When the time came that Techno decided they’d been on the ice long enough, they skated off the rink and sat down on the benches, taking off their skates side by side.

"That wasn’t a common way to practice," Tommy commented, sipping from his water bottle and tugging on a hoodie. It basically swallowed him whole - Tommy quickly deduced it was Sapnap’s due to the familiar cologne and well-kept softness of the fabric.

Techno huffed, drinking from his own bottle as he stared out onto the ice. "You'd be surprised. Phil used to do that with me to train my reflexes."

Tommy paused, the bottle inches from his lips. "...He did not."

"Oh yeah. That man is good at what he does, but he also knows how to be evil when he wants to. Helped me learn though."

Tommy giggled again at the idea of it. Techno was pleased to see he didn't cover his mouth, the sound remaining in the open and unmuffled.

It was comfortably quiet as the pair sorted out their bags and prepared to leave the rink, but something weighed on the back of Tommy’s mind. He had noticed the commonness of the SMP players poking and prodding him to make him laugh. He wasn’t an idiot, he caught on after Schlatt’s playful attack on his knees, though he wasn’t expecting this kind of attention from Techno as well. He didn’t understand why they kept doing it, other than to make him laugh, but that was such an odd reason for the random affection. Surely it couldn’t be that simple.

Tommy put down his water bottle.

"Techno?"

The man flexed his brow in acknowledgement. "Mhm?"

Tommy hesitated then turned to look at the pinkette, something shy in his face and anxious in his eyes. He wet his lips before he spoke. "My uh, my laugh…"

Techno's attention immediately shifted to fully focus on the boy, the small words holding a mountain of weight behind them. "Yes?" He probed gently, his face open and carefully neutral.

Tommy's hands balled up the fabric of his pants and he dropped his gaze to the floor. "You guys… really don't mind it, right? Like- you all seem really taken aback whenever I do laugh and I get it- I do, it can be a bit much, but you don't seem…disgusted by it. The past week everyone has been trying to make me laugh and I don’t get it. My laugh sounds awful but you never act repulsed by it and I…you just let me do it and I can’t figure out why. I don’t know if you’re doing it to make fun of me or-"

"No." Techno's hands were suddenly over Tommy's, holding them gently but strongly.

Tommy's mouth snapped shut in a blink of an eye. He stared at the man, Techno holding his gaze firmly, but it was kind.

Techno took a breath and shook his head as he exhaled, running his thumb over the back of Tommy's hand to calm himself down. "No. We’d never make fun of your laugh," he said quieter but with no less resoluteness. He took another breath. "Tommy, your laughter… it's wonderful. Honestly, we've been trying to encourage you to let yourself do it more so you don't feel self-conscious about it around us."

Awkwardly, Techno smiled and squeezed Tommy's hand. "I'm not that good with words," he admitted with a small chuckle. "But, to put it simply, we love you, Tommy, and we want you to be yourself. Your laugh sounds so much better naturally than it does faked, you never have to force yourself to tone anything down. You never should force yourself to be quieter, to be ‘better’ or whatever your brain tells you. We prefer you just being yourself. We adore you the way you are."

The silence in the rink seemed so much louder upon Techno finishing his little speech. He was quiet where he sat, gauging Tommy’s reaction with mild apprehension, a little worried he’d said too much and overwhelmed the poor boy. Tommy was staring at Techno with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted as he absorbed the words like a dried out sponge. Then he blinked, then he blinked some more, then his vision was blurry and Techno was panicking.

"Oh- oh no, Tommy- shit- don't cry, I'm sorry if I upset you-"

Tommy threw himself into Techno's arms, hugging him so tightly it almost cut off his breathing. Shoving his face into the man's chest, he inhaled shakily to try and control the tears that were now streaming down his face.

"Thank you." He gasped, gripping the material of Techno's jumper and clinging closer when Techno wrapped his arms around him in return, warm and sturdy. "T-Thank you, thank you, Techno."

Techno smiled into Tommy's hair and pressed his face into the golden curls. "Of course, Tommy," he murmured. "For you, the world."

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Tommy didn't laugh much.

Or at least he didn't use to.

He’d been in a chokehold of something venomously toxic for years, draining him of every little quirk and characteristic. Then he’d met people who weren’t even close to being like that. They loved him, and everything he could offer; his smile, his humour, his laugh. Something so disgusting to someone who put on a façade of love, and so precious to people who adored him openly.

Met with adoration and fondness every time, Tommy let himself laugh around the people he cared about, despite the cooing that would one day kill him of flustered embarrassment. The SMP boys were pleased they were able to coax the boy into being more comfortable around them, months of work put into bringing the kid out of his shell absolutely worth it to hear Tommy laugh freely. Internally, they all wished they were able to beat the hell out of Tommy’s coach for training the teen to hate his laugh. The fantasy of beating up that human shit stain was often dreamt upon for the team. It was a shame murder was so frowned on, Schlatt was ready to grab a chainsaw the second someone said the word.

Techno silently mourned the fact he hadn't punched hard enough to knock some teeth loose the first time.

#my fanfic #lee!tommy #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #please go read icing those hurts #its actually one of my most favourite fics ever written #all fluff here folks #ler!wilbur #ler!george #ler!sapnap #ler!techno #ler!schlatt #ler!quackity

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helping the pain

lee!revivedbur, ler!tommy

summary: wilbur has always experienced back pain, but ever since his revival it’s gotten worse. tommy decides to try and help with that.. but of course, it derailed— not exactly in a bad way.

word count: 1,278

this was supposed to be a tickletober fic, i’d never finisbed it until now. and of course, we have to end the year off with some crimeboys tickles. :]

this is officially my LAST fic of 2023! enjoy🤍

During L’manberg times, Wilbur was known for overworking himself.

He did it very often, too often. It was concerning, and many people worried for him. But he didn’t care; it was important work that NEEDED done! He couldn’t just take breaks.

Well, now, all of that came back to bite him in the ass.. Or, more like in the back. Because he always kept such terrible posture with how much he was in the chair, and all he had in limbo was concrete floor and walls?

He came back to life with a shit load of back / shoulder pain and problems.

And there was one person who fell victim to his complaining over it.

Tommyinnit.

Wilbur had a tendency to complain about his back or shoulders hurting when he was around Tommy. He’d attempt to stretch—never ended very well. It just hurt. He did often crack his back, while it did help for about five seconds, the pain would come back not long after.

He was currently with Tommy, which his shoulders were absolutely killing him, by the way. He made an attempt to stretch his arms out to help, before Tommy spoke up.

“You do realize that won’t help, right? Same with cracking your back, you do it too much. You’ll just worsen it.” Tommy spoke flatly as he looked up at Wilbur, setting down a flower he previously held to push his white streak of hair out of his face. Seeing Tommy do this made Wilbur do the same with his own.

“I haven’t got any other options, do I?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault.”

“Well.. It is, though. We did tell you, you should have stopped overworking yourself. Or to at least fix your posture; God, that was awful. And it still is! You do not learn, do you?” Tommy was lecturing Wilbur now, which only made the brunette place a finger to Tommy’s lips.

“Shut up, child. I don’t need a lecture from you.” Wilbur glared at Tommy, who just shoved his hand away.

“Okay, well, constantly cracking your back or doing.. whatever that was, isn’t gonna help it. Do you want me to help, or something?” Tommy placed a hand on Wilbur’s back, as if he were comforting him.

“Nothing will help it, I’m sure this has to be permanent by now.” Wilbur’s tone remained monotone, he sounded annoyed in a way. Stressed?

“Uhh..” Tommy thought for a moment. “Would a massage help..? It would at least relax you a little bit.” He offered, but even he sounded unsure.

The suggestion made Wilbur pause; he hadn’t been given a massage in… Well, he didn’t even know how long.

“Maybe? I don’t know..” Wilbur ran his hands down his face, a deep sigh escaping past his lips. This seemed to be bothering him more than Tommy thought.

“Alright- uhm.. Let me just..” Tommy moved from his current position, and sat on his knees behind Wilbur. He gently placed his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders; Wilbur tensed up almost immediately.

“Fuckin’ hell, man,” Tommy muttered under his breath, it was really all he had to say.

“Don’t judge me.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, tensing again as Tommy began massaging the area around his shoulders. Isn’t this supposed to make him do the opposite?

“I’m judging you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you, don’t be a dick!” Tommy poked Wilbur in the dead center of his spine, grinning as the man arched forward with a soft squeak. He went back to massaging Wilbur’s shoulders, being as gentle but firm as he could.

After a few minutes, Wilbur finally relaxed a little. This made Tommy smile. He moved his hands a little closer to Wilbur’s neck, his thumbs firmly rubbing the spot in small circles.

Wilbur immediately tensed again, reaching his hands back to grab onto Tommy’s and stop him. Tommy smirked knowingly.

“Really? You can’t even handle a little massage?” He teased, freeing his hands from Wilbur’s hold with ease.

“Shut up, you fucking bitch!” Wilbur smacked Tommy’s hand.

Tommy placed his hands back near the crook of his neck, smirking when Wilbur flinched.

“Tommy, don’t even think abOUT IT!” Wilbur’s voice cracked when Tommy very, very lightly dragged a single finger down the back of his neck. A shiver went down his spine, he was quick to grab onto Tommy’s hand again. This didn’t stop the teen, absolutely not.

“I’m thinking about it. Wanna be a dick again?” Tommy placed his hands back on Wilbur’s shoulders.

“No! No.. Just- Continue, please?” Wilbur sighed, relaxing his shoulders.

“Hmm. Apologize first.” This sentence made Wilbur immediately turn himself around to face Tommy.

“Apologize!?” Wilbur sputtered. “No, I didn’t even do anything! What have I got to apologize for?”

“You told me to shut up, you called me a bitch, and you hit me! Apologize!” Tommy complained as he crossed his arms. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you deserved that. I’m not apologizing.” The look on Wilbur’s face became smug, as Tommy’s fell into a blank stare.

“Hm. Alright then.” Tommy hummed, and didn’t say a word as he latched his hands onto the sides of Wilbur’s ribs, digging his fingers on the spaces between the bones.

He couldn’t help but smile as Wilbur went from being smug and cocky, to panicked and shrieking of laughter.

“You going to apologize?” Tommy moved his hands up, vibrating his fingers under Wilbur’s arms as the man fell to the ground helplessly.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur pressed his arms against his sides in an attempt to evade Tommy’s stupid, horrible, evil tickling.

“No? Okay.” Tommy easily turned Wilbur over and pinned him down, making him stuck laying on his stomach. Tommy’s hands found their way to the backs of Wilbur’s ribs, and he dug his fingers onto the spot. Wilbur screamed, immediately reaching behind himself to stop Tommy, but finding it to be quite difficult.

Tommy really couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Wilbur like this, a helpless mess of giggles and shrieks. It was adorable.

“How about now? You gonna give up?” The teen kept his teasing tone. It pissed Wilbur off how easily flustered his little brother could make him.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur was now screaming in laughter, barely being able to muster up any words aside from “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

“Apologize!” Tommy nagged, clawing his hands up and down Wilbur’s ribs. He even shot one hand up to vibrate on the man’s underarm..

That’s what did it for Wilbur.

“OkaHAHAHAY! I’M SORRY! PLEHEHEASE!” Wilbur pleaded, and Tommy immediately stopped and moved back a little. Wilbur melted against the ground, greedily taking in big gulps of air as he tried to compose himself.

Tommy placed a comforting hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, frowning a little at the way the man tensed.

“I’m done, Wil. I promise,” Tommy’s tone flipped around entirely, switching from teasy and a little pestering, to sweet and reassuring. This relaxed Wilbur.. He hadn’t felt relaxed in a long time.

And Tommy is the one who helped him.

Tommy.

Wilbur took a deep breath and looked up at Tommy. He was quiet as he spoke, “thank you.”

Tommy blinked, then smiled fondly. “You’re welcome.” He looked down at Wilbur.

“..Do you want to get off the grOUND-“ Tommy yelped through his words as he was suddenly pulled down to the ground by Wilbur. Tommy rolled his eyes as Wilbur wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso, cuddling him close. This wasn’t like Wilbur, at all. But Tommy wasn’t gonna complain about it.

“..You know we can’t just lie here on the ground, right?” “Yes we can.”

“…Alright then.”

A/N: Honestly I cannot believe 2023 is about to be over. Time flies.. a little too much. I just wanted to say that I am incredibly grateful for all of the support I have received this year, and for the friends I’ve made and the friends who have stayed with me throughout everything. I love y’all, thanks so much. Happy New Year 🫶❤️

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sleepy--anon · 7 months

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Day 4: Weak Spot

You can still reserve unmarked days

Warnings: Intense tickles, restraints, mentioned romantic dreamnotnap, romantic dreamnap, mention of nsfw relations, explicit language

Reserved by @mushiewrites

The three boys were finally beginning to settle into life as a throuple, learning different boundaries and who's into what. It was apparent that Dream and Sapnap were the more openly affectionate ones where as George seemed to be more of an acts of service type of lover. He would cook, clean, do little things for them as a way of expressing his love. Sapnap and Dream were clearly more on the Words of Affirmation and Touch side of things, preferring to cuddle and say 'I love you' and through out compliments like candy on Halloween. Today was no different, George had cooked the two dinner and cleaned up before leaving to see a movie with Hannah, Sylvee, and Skeppy, and Dream and Sapnap laid curled up together on Sapnap’s bed.

"How many people do you think would be surprised by this image?" Sapnap asked, showing Dream his phone, displaying the picture he just took of him pressed against his chest.

"Look, I like being little spoon, nothing wrong with that! You're warm and you hold me nice. Plus I like your smell, you always smell good" He fluttered his eyelashes up at his boyfriend, just barely hearing him mutter something about him being a flatterer over his heartbeat, slow, loud, and rhythmic.

"Stoooopp! You're gonna put me to sleeeep!" Dream whined, softly batting the hand in his hair.

"You're so rude! What happened to your manners" Sap lightheartedly teased back, carefully rolling him onto his back, looking down at him fondly.

"I guess you didn't fuck them into me hard enough~" Sapnap’s jaw dropped, not expecting something like that out of Dream, George sure, but Dream?! Once the shock faded it turned into a dark look, one that got Dream’s heart skipping every time he saw it. He looked up at him with doe eyes, sliding his hands up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him.

"Sounds like I need to take a different approach~" Sapnap purred against his lips, biting the bottom one softly, earning a small tug to the back of his curls.

"Oooo~ You gonna spank me this time~?" What has gotten into him lately?? Whatever it was, it wasn't what Sapnap had in mind. He trailed his kisses down his neck,knowing full well his eyes fell closed. He slid Dream’s hands up, locking them in the leather cuffs that were still on his bed frame, sliding his hands down as he came back up to kiss him again.

"I had something else in mind~" Was the only thing Sapnap said before digging into Dream’s stomach, a well known weak spot for the tall blonde, one that Sapnap loved to abuse as often as he could. He heard the immediate clang of Dream yanking his wrists in surprise, bucking his hips up but not doing much with how Sapnap was laid across his hips.

"I figured this might get through to you a little better~" He crooned, sliding his hoodie and shirt up painfully slow.

"NO! No cohome ohohon! I thought we were being nice today! You were mean yesterday!" Dream whined, squirming as much as he could, which wasn't very much.

"You wanted to test me today, I just so happen to have a lack of patience today~" Sapnap chuckled at the harsh flinch when he leaned down to kiss his blushing tummy. Tracing circles around his bellybutton like a shark.

"All you have to do is apologize and say you'll behave~" Dream could barely comprehend what was said, it took him a bit before shaking his head.

"Nohohohoho, juhuhust dohohon't dohohoho ihihit!"

"That's not an option to pick my darling~" Sapnap slid his hands to his lightly freckled sides and dropped down to press the biggest, deepest raspberry right below his sternum. Dream shrieked at the top of his lungs, head flung back, feet kicking wildly, if they didn't live where they did the neighbors definitely would've called the police. Dream sucked in as much air as he could while Sapnap giggled at his reaction.

"Stohop lahaughing at mehehehe!"

"I'm not laughing at you gorgeous, you're just so damn cute~!"

"FUHUHUCK!" Dream screamed loudly, his laughter almost sounding like only screams as Sapnap pressed tiny raspberries along his sides while he teased his bellybutton, somehow only touching with his nail. It wasn't until he added his teeth when Dream started to break, his laughter going silent for a seconds before coming back. His looked up as he slowly nibbled closer to the middle of his tummy, seeing Dream's face soaked with tears, waving his trapped hand. He paused, only pressing firm kisses to the red belly.

"Fuhuhuhckin hehehehell, I'm sohohohorry. I'll be behahahave I swehehear." Sapnap moved up, kissing his tear soaked face, carefully releasing his wrists, moving them back into their original position. Dream pressed himself impossibly close to Sapnap, rubbing his face against his shoulder like a sleepy baby, before making himself comfortable. He nudged him twice before he understood what he wanted, moving his hand up to play with his hair as he fell asleep, sending George a picture of the aftermath which he quickly made his lockscreen.

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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Saturday Mornings

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an old wip that this prompt has inspired me to come back to. it has been a wip for 17 months 😅😵‍💫 and it’s literally set in sep 2021

inspired by @emmadoodlewrites ‘s sapnap hcs (link to post)

Summary: Sapnap’s football team is losing against Dream’s, and so he decides to ruin his watching experience in retaliation. Dream gets his revenge 👍🏼 QUITE LITERALLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, swearing

Word Count: 2770

thank you again for waiting anon 🥺 if you’re still around 🫠

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“SAPNAP! FUCK OFF!!”

Sapnap let out a pleased chuckle as yet another rather livid cry from the downstairs living room snaked its way to his room, bouncing through the hallways and curving its way up his staircase. He tapped the mute symbol on his phone again, rolling onto his stomach with a satisfied smirk.

Football season had brought about a new, novel routine to Dream and Sapnap’s home; Saturday mornings now consisted of sprawling out across the living room couches, gluing their eyes to their large, flatscreen TV, and sending out screams of ‘encouragement’ to the little men that darted around within it.

Despite its simplicity, the routine had quickly crept its way up to being one of Sapnap’s favourite past-times. The ability to cheer and scream alongside Dream always managed to enhance the already thrilling parts of the game. Each throw, dive, tackle and referee call would provoke another wave of passion to erupt into the living room, creating an atmosphere that buzzed with giddy energy, and just making Sapnap’s move to Florida feel so damn real.

Early on in the game, Sapnap had actually been downstairs cheering alongside Dream. Their teams had been paired up against each other this week, and the extra addition of their pride being on the line had upped the excitement to the max. Both their voices had grown hoarse by the second quarter, and the living room walls were practically dripping with thick layers of passion. The game was thrilling! Exhilarating even!!

Except that then Sapnap’s team had began to lose…badly…

As half time approached, the usual ‘Saturday morning’ atmosphere was found to be less and less prevalent in the air, choked by an aura that stung of far more hostility. Dream’s screams and cheers had began gnawing at Sapnap’s ego, pushing the younger dangerously close to his breaking point, and it was during this time of weakened pride that the remote resting on the armrest of the couch had caught Sapnap’s eye. The first mute symbol of the morning flashed its way onto bottom corner of the screen.

It didn’t take long for Sapnap to determine the hilarity of Dream’s reaction to having his precious football commentary ripped away from him. Especially since the man was practically bound to the invisible radius that kept him within the eye-line of his TV. The cheeky prank had turned Sapnap’s moping to cackles within seconds, and quite frankly, it was rather addicting. The first mute symbol was followed by many, many more.

As soon as the half time break rolled by, Sapnap was promptly chased up to his room; bubbly giggles and terrorizing screams rocking the hallway walls. His remote privileges were lost during the scuffle, but it didn’t take long for Sapnap to work out how to control the downstairs TV volume via a few simple taps on his phone.

He knew that he was risking another ‘light-hearted beating’ from Dream — once the end of the game finally released him from his bounding radius — but the wailing cries that curved their way through the slit in his now ajar door made it all worth it in his mind. He was quite frankly having a ball.

After nearly an hour of listening to the satisfyingly irritated screams of his housemate, the thundering sound of footsteps over his staircase finally marked the end of the god-awful game.

Sapnap wasted no time in lunging for the lock on his door, a giddy wave of adrenaline passing through him via a squeaky giggle. His fingertips were pressed to its soundproofing material within seconds, and yet to his utmost surprise, the force of another being was already felt on the other side.

“You little fuck!!”

Sapnap yelped as he was shoved back into his room, a raging set of green eyes — burning with revenge — following him in. He stumbled a couple steps back across his carpeted floor, hands assembling in front of himself in a wary defense.

“DREAM! Ihi’m sohohorry!!”

“You’re not sorry, you ruined all the best parts!!” Dream scolded. Sapnap giggled as he grappled and snatched at his hands.

“But it wahas fuhuhunny!” He reasoned, dodging and weaving around Dream’s grabs, and managing to collect up the older’s hands with his own. He only had them for a split second, but it was enough time to reach up and lightly smack Dream over the back of the head, practically digging himself his own grave…

…But that was half the fun…

“Alright, that’s it.”

“nO!!” Sapnap shrieked, gasping through giddy giggles as he was tugged into the larger man’s chest by his wrist, lifted off the ground, and flung onto his bed in the corner of the room. “Dreheheam Ihihi’m sohohorry!!” He pleaded, twisting himself against his mattress in another attempt to fight back. Dream simply placed a knee into his back.

“No you’re not!!” He snapped, rejecting Sapnap’s apology and grabbing at his left arm. He bent it behind his back, bouncing the giggly boy gently against the springs of his mattress. “You’re laughing, how do you expect me to believe you??”

Despite the prank being rather frustrating for Dream, the older boy could never really stay mad at his best friend for long. He smiled as even bubblier giggles from Sapnap nuzzled their way into his duvet.

“It wahahas fuhuhunny!!”

“You’re just mad that you were losing!!” Sapnap shook his head, pulling at the arm behind his back. Dream grinned and tightened his grip.

“But I mean… I guess if you really wanted to laugh that bad…” He mulled, a certain underlying cheek in his tone. He pulled Sapnap’s trapped arm back further, ensuring not to hurt his friend, but also allowing himself enough room to skitter his fingers up and down the brownette’s ribs and sides. Sapnap felt his blood chill.

“Wahahait!!” He choked out, twisting and turning into the patterns of his duvet cover. A fleet of squeaky, breathy giggles followed his cry, breaking their way up from his chest and dancing around his room. Dream cackled at the response.

“You wanted to laugh right??”

“Nohoho, NOhoH!! DReaHEAm!!”

On a usual day, Sapnap would consider his and Dream’s strengths to be surprisingly equal, despite Dream being a fair bit taller than him. However in this particular moment, with the dirty blonde’s hands squeezing mercilessly up and down his sides, Sapnap found that he was no match for him at all. His arm remained trapped uselessly behind his back no matter how hard he tugged.

“How funny do you think your little prank is now??” Dream crowed, slipping his leg down onto the mattress beside Sapnap to straddle him properly. “Thought it was funny to mess with me huh?!”

“Stahahap youhu fucker!!” Sapnap barked, shimmying helplessly against the new weight over his back. He kicked his legs out behind him, scuffing his knees into the bedding in hopes of gaining leverage to push Dream off.

“Thought it was funny to- ruin the game for me?” The older continued, migrating his squeezing fingers up from squishy flesh to ticklish bone. “Now look at allll this space I get to work with!!”

Sapnap tried to pull at his arm again, the giggles around his room raising in desperation as Dream’s fingers crept further and further up his ribcage. An involuntary screech joined the commotion once they reached the top, long fingers teasing at the bones just below Sapnap’s underarm.

“Nohohoho!” He squeaked, clamping his mouth shut as Dream wiggled a finger against a sliver of sensitive skin near his armpit. He held his breath, doing his best to contain the nervous giggles swirling in his chest, as well as to brace for the tickly attack. He was successful at neither of the two.

“Stahahap you little bihihihitch!!”

“Ohhh, I’m the little bitch??” Dream gasped, feigned disbelief showering over the tittering boy below. He repositioned Sapnap’s arm again, pulling him over onto his right side to expose more of his left, before digging a clawed hand into the hollow of his underarm. “I’m the little bitch?? Wanna try and say that again??”

“DReHEheAm!!” Sapnap screeched, kicking his legs and yanking at his arm. Each prod, dig and scratch at his armpit sent a new wave of incomprehensible energy to his brain, melting all words on his tongue and trampling them with loud belly laughter. He muffled as much of it as he could into his bedding, screaming into the soft fabric.

“Want to try and say that again??” Dream taunted again, giggling at Sapnap’s panicked flailing. It always melted his heart any time he got to see his best friend laugh so freely like this. Sapnap’s free fist pounded into the mattress beside him.

“Oh actually…” Dream hummed, pondering aloud. “I could even get you in this spot!”

Sapnap gasped as Dream’s hand suddenly abandoned the attack on his armpit, barely managing to catch his breath or what the older had muttered above him. He felt lightheaded and giddy, arm practically slack in Dream’s hold.

And then he felt fingers return to his stomach.

“Nohoho! No! Youhuhu fuhuhucker!!” Sapnap barked, immediately tensing his stomach as a surge of adrenaline powered through him.

It wasn’t that his stomach was a particularly bad spot; not like his armpits anyway. It was just that it was an immobilizing spot, an embarrassing one, which was arguably worse in Sapnap’s mind. His right arm was quick to rush to his tummy’s aid, trying its darndest to reach under himself and still the taunting, tapping fingers there. Dream wasn’t having any of it.

“No, you’re the fucker here!!” He snapped back, letting go of Sapnap’s wrist and wrapping an arm around the boy’s two elbows instead. He pulled them back, letting Sapnap drop to his mattress below.

A muffled yell fired it’s way into the comforter, followed by a strangled yelp as Sapnap suddenly felt himself turning.

His room spun around him, dresser, closet and hallway lights all whizzing past his field of vision; until he was greeted by the view of his ceiling, and the feeling of Dream’s chest against his back.

“NoHAhHA!!” He cried, voice embarrassingly high and squeaky. He thrashed against Dream’s hold, pulling at his arms and kicking out his legs. Another screech left his mouth as Dream threw a leg over his own, pinning him down at the knees, and consequently stretching his tummy up further to meet the hand that now wiggled tauntingly above his skin. “DrEEAAAM!! Stohohop!!”

“Nawwww what’s wrong? Why can’t I get you in this spot?” Dream crooned. His voice was awfully close to Sapnap’s ear, close enough for the beginning of a blush to tinge his skin. A closed-mouth yelp forced its way up his throat, followed by a flurry of profanities.

“Ohhh he’s mad!!”

“Youhuhuhu bIHIHitch!!” Sapnap whined, wiggling, bucking and cussing as much as his body would allow; though the fight only lasted for as long as it took Dream to start kneading into his tummy.

“NAHAHAHA!!”

A final desperate shriek paved the way for the bubbly giggles from earlier to return to their dance, welcoming any squeaks or gasps that cared to join the party. Dream’s fingers spread to include as much of Sapnap’s wobbling tummy as possible, draining the younger boy of any fight he had left in him.

“Nohohot thihihis!!” Sapnap whined, slumping helplessly back into his Dream as his stomach gave way to his giggles. He could feel a blush rising to his cheeks, the adrenaline surging through his veins only providing him with enough strength to throw his head back against Dream’s shoulder.

“Ohhhh not this? Not this??” Another whine bounced its way through his laughter as Dream chuckled against his ear. The tone was dangerous; he could hear Dream’s smile.

Dream blew a raspberry into his neck, moving to focus his attention on the lines of muscle where Sapnap’s tummy met his sides. “Is the little sapling too ticklish to have his tummy tickled?” He couldn’t help but coo; the raspberry had turned Sapnap’s laugh into squeaks, and then the changed position had enveloped them in loud belly cackles. He kneaded his hand up and down the sensitive section.

“Nawwww, listen to that laugh!!”

“Stahahap!!” Sapnap’s cheeks burned at the older boy’s tone, an embarrassed shiver running up his spine as he involuntarily melted back further into Dream’s chest.

He longed for any part of his body to gain at least some of his strength back; for his legs to push up successfully against Dream’s, or for his arms to pull hard enough and break free. He wished that the swirling warmth in his cheeks and stomach would leave and that instead the fight would return to his words.

But instead his tummy just wobbled uselessly along with his laughter.

“Aww, is it too much?” A squeal pierced his throat as Dream’s fingers suddenly switched to skitter over the middle of his tummy. High pitched, ridiculous sounding giggles poured out of him against his will. Sapnap shook his head as a few mirthful tears gathered in his eyes. “Are my tummy tickles too much to handle?”

“DREHeHeHeheheam stahahap!!”

“Is the little Sapnap just way too ticklish!?”

“Fuhuhuck off!!” Sapnap yelped, cheeks and stomach ablaze in a fluster. A grand roar amongst his laughter provided him with the energy to lift himself forwards, slowly rising up from Dream’s chest like a zombie from a grave.

Dream switched his technique again, leaping his hand down to squeeze at Sapnap’s lower tummy — a known sweet spot.

He giggled cheekily as Sapnap immediately dropped back down to his chest, twisting weakly as squeaky, tittered laughter hicupped out of him.

“Is this too embarrassing for our baby boy?” Dream murmured, ensuring to speak as directly into Sapnap’s noticeably red ear as possible.

“DOHohon’t!!” Sapnap yelped, his gut churning at the cruel use of the nickname. He screamed as Dream blew another raspberry against his neck, squeezing his eyes shut as a plague of goosebumps crawled their way over his body towards the vibrations.

“Where were you tryna go~?!” Another raspberry was blown into the side of his neck. He scrunched his shoulders up to counter the sensation, gasping through his now sporadic cackles, and then dropping them back down once even the simple task of shrugging became too difficult.

“Plehehehease stahahahap!!” He pleaded weakly, dropping his head back against Dream’s shoulder again. Dream took the opportunity to blow another raspberry into the side of his neck, and this time Sapnap snorted.

“Awwww!!”

“Nohohoho….” The coo from his celebrating friend alone was enough to make Sapnap want to disappear into the ground, but then to his absolute horror he made the exact same sound when Dream blew another raspberry into the base of his scalp.

“What about under here, hm~?”

Sapnap shook his head weakly as Dream’s fingers suddenly fluttered their way up beneath his hoodie. A silent, wheezy scream squeezed its way up from his lungs, whilst the last of his fight quite literally melted away with the walls of his gut.

Dream was barely doing anything, just simply tapping and scratching over the surface of his bare tummy, and yet Sapnap’s reaction was as though he had been shot with a tranquiliser. He fell into a snorting fit when Dream lingered over his lower tummy, and managed a desperate screech that vaguely sounded similar to the word ‘mercy’ when he the fingers pittered their way up the side of his tummy, but apart from that his laugh was barely audible.

Dream stopped once he heard a strain in Sapnap’s breathing, pulling the younger’s hoody down and rubbing away any tingles that he left behind. He let go of Sapnap’s arms, chuckling when the boy immediately leapt away from him in a huff.

Sapnap’s cheeks were burning. His eyes were still teary with mirth, and his heart still raced to keep up with his adrenaline rush. He promptly rolled overonto his stomach, sending a punch up to the vague direction of Dream’s shoulder.

“Ahahow!!”

“Fuhuhuck youhuhu duhuhude…”

He couldn’t seem to wipe his smile from his face — particularly when he heard Dream giggling beside him — so he opted for turning his head away from the older instead.

“Oh come on now… You had fun.” Sapnap flinched as Dream ruffled a hand through his hair.

“Shuhut the fuck up.” He groaned, though annoyingly enough his smile only widened.

Despite all of Sapnap’s misfortunes for the day, the Saturday morning had in fact lived up to his standards. It was just as fun and exhilarating as the rest.

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