#dsmpticklefic

[amitlee]

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.

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[amitlee]

Comfort In The Big Things

Summary: George is sad and XD just so happens to be very good at cheering him up.

Warnings: Descriptions on sadness

Dear Mushie gifted me with this prompt

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George sighed and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself. Even though he knew the feeling wasn’t rational, he couldn’t help the oppressing loneliness that had settled into his bones. The silence in his bedroom certainly wasn’t helping. It seemed the entire world had left; he heard no birds outside of the window, no rustling of leaves, not even the occasional creak of his house.

His expression soured and his vision went blurry with unshed tears. He turned to lay on his stomach in hopes of falling asleep, burying his head into the multitude of pillows and scattered blankets. He cuddled into one of his pillows, gripping it tightly in anger, fear, or maybe desperation. His inability to name the feeling only added to his frustration. He let out another sigh and closed his eyes.

He felt himself drift off into a world of fully colored shapes and sounds that weren’t really there. Just before he finally slipped fully out of consciousness, the air tensed and an audible ‘pop’ resounded. George tensed.

“George?” A double voice called. XD took a step forward as he took in his surroundings. Clothes and tools were scattered across the normally tidy room and it was entirely devoid of its usual golden light. It was cold, the type of cold that seeps into you and weighs you down. XD immediately knew something was off, very off.

The deity’s gaze landed on the lump on the bed bundled under the unnecessary amount of blankets George insisted on having. He supposed it came in handy in situations like this.

“George, what are you doing?” XD asked as he walked towards the bed, eventually slowly sitting down beside George so as to not startle him.

There was shuffling from under the blanket and George stuck his head out, even though only one side of his face was visible, the other side still being smushed into a pillow. His hair was sticking in every direction and a grumpy look was on his face. As adorable as it seemed to XD at first, he quickly noticed more signs telling him that his friend was in distress.

“You look strange.”

George huffed, looking away from XD. “Yeah?”

XD brushed his thumb across George’s cheek, something he used to do to Dream when he was little to sooth him. “You look sad.” He paused. “It’s strange to see you sad.”

George flushed, both at the attention and the fact that he was read so easily. “I guess.” He whispered, his voice not allowing for itself to be any louder. He rolled onto his back to fully face XD.

XD hummed, “Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to make you feel better?” He asked, fully prepared to give George the world should he ask for it.

George immediately wanted to deny the offer, already feeling like he was taking up too much time and space. But his mind flashed to times before, when he and XD would sit together for hours in comfortable silence. Sometimes it wasn’t silent and XD would tell ancient stories, painting mental pictures of mystical worlds.

“Can-“ George took XD’s hand in his, “Can you stay?” He asked timidly.

XD smiled and accepted the request without another thought. He shifted into a more comfortable position and lifted George onto his lap. George was laying with his back against XD’s chest, both of them leaned back contently. They sat like that for a long while in peaceful silence until George spoke up.

“XD?”

“Yes?” The deity answered softly.

George lifted XD’s hand and set it on his own stomach. “Could you..” He trailed off, hoping XD got the message.

“Of course, George.” XD complied with the endearing request. He pushed George’s shirt to expose his tummy, sides, and a few ribs. The gentle swipe up was enough to make George’s breath hitch and a smile spread across his face. XD smiled and began to delicately dance his clawed fingers on the smaller man’s lower ribs.

Immediately, George felt fluttering sparks spread across his ribs and sides from the small buzzes of energy. He instinctively tried to wiggle away from the swirling sensations wracking his body as soft laughter poured from his bright smile. His laughter turned into high pitched giggling when XD drug his fingers with a featherlight touch in the divots of his ribs. Being between the bones and directly on the muscle amplified the ticklish feeling, George found it impossible to contain his mirth.

XD smiled fondly at the mortal, finding his reactions unbearably adorable. He found himself chuckling along with his friend and feeling a shared sense of glee. He chuckled again when he noticed George gently kicking his legs to dispel the new energy surging through his being.

“Where are you going, George?” XD purred into George’s ear.

The low vibrations caused George to gasp and have squeaks intermingle with his laughter. He scrunched his neck to his shoulder and sank in the god’s arms.

“Oh no,” XD tsked, “None of that.” He hefted George up back to his previous spot and resumed gently, yet diabolically, tickling his ribs. XD watched in fascination as his gentle touch left goosebumps and made muscles jump. He was in the midst of trying to comprehend the meaning of the reactions when George arched his back with a high squeal.

“EHehexdehEHE!” George shrieked as XD’s hands skimmed the backs of the sides of his ribs.

Noticing the change in George’s reactions, XD used the pads of his fingers, specifically the pointer and thumb, to pinch the small area around the back of George’s ribs he could reach. George made this especially difficult by pressing himself further back into XD’s chest. As XD’s arms were practically wrapped around the man in a loose backwards hug, he wormed his hands to wiggle his four fingers on both hands into George’s back, slotting each finger between a different rib and lightly digging into the front from where his thumbs were placed to stabilize.

George crumbled into barking cackles. The feeling on his rib cage was only broken up by the occasional tweak, but was otherwise a continuous, and extremely ticklish, massage.

George related the feeling to the time Sapnap and Dream took turns kneading and drilling into the most sensitive areas of his back, claiming they were giving him a massage and it was his fault for being so ticklish in the first place. In the end, he was a giggly puddle on the forest floor; he would never tell either of them that it had the same effect as an actual massage.

“Hehehey! HEHEY!” He squawked through his bright, boisterous laughter.

XD’s own small giggles rumbled through his chest, sending a soothing vibration into George and furthering his giggly bliss. “Tickle, tickle, Georgie~” He crooned. He brought his pace down back to a soft, never ending trace on George’s ribs; he occasionally strayed down to his sides and hips to see George squeal and wiggle.

“Thahat was cruel.” George spoke, a wide smile still sprawled out across his face.

“Yeah?” XD asked teasingly. “Is that why you liked it so much?” George blushed, spluttering out half-formed excuses. XD simply rolled his eyes and squeezed George tighter in their prolonged hug.

George felt his mirth fully subside, leaving him with a calm sense of content. He melted into XD’s hug and flipped his head onto the deity’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of the sunset falling across the horizon. He groaned to himself, his dull guilt returning at the realization that he’d definitely kept his friend from getting any other tasks completed. He drug his hand down his face, “XD, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten, shouldn’t you be going? I don’t want to cause more of a burden than I already hAHAhahave- StohOHOP WIHIhith thehe rihihibs!”

XD nodded and stopped his hands from where they had begun squeezing both sides of George’s ribs, his large hands being able to cover the entirety of the spot. He took a large breath and ducked his head into George’s neck and suddenly blew a rough raspberry in the crook, having gotten rid of his mask minutes before as he trusted he wouldn’t need it.

“You-” XD said between quick raspberries placed around George’s neck, ears, and collarbones. “-are not a ‘burden’.” Added air quotes to the last word, using the motion as an excuse to wiggle his fingers at George.

George roared with laughter, frantically nodding his head, “AHAHALRIGHT! IHIhihi geheHEHET IHIHIT–EXEX DEHEHE!”

Said god had begun to softly nibble the side of George’s neck, his sharp teeth dragging across the sensitive skin maddingly. He found it difficult to continue as he smiled at George’s boyish hysterics.

George went limp in the god’s hold, he was content despite the intensely ticklish feeling and uncontrollable laughter. His face felt hot and he was certain his blush had been noticed by XD, he was grateful that he was saved from the embarrassment of it being pointed out.

Finally deciding his friend had had enough, he stopped the ruthless tickling. He patted George’s stomach in a way that was meant to be comforting, but made the man jolt with a giggly yelp. “Calm down, little one. I’m done.” He said with a soft croon in his tone, openly showing his endearment.

“Ohohoh my gohohod-“ George said breathlessly. He felt floaty from the amount of adrenaline and joy flowing through his body. He looked up at XD with a dazed smile, just beginning to calm down from his remaining giggle fit.

“I mean it, you’re never a burden to me. I have eternity to spend doing less important things than this.” XD reassured. He took George’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back to help ground him.

George grinned wider, a pleased flush coming back to his face. He turned around so they were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around XD, hugging him tightly. He felt himself being weighed down with the pull of sleep.

XD ran a hand firmly on George’s back, easily lulling him to sleep. “Goodnight, George.”

XD knew he’d find himself in this position again. He knew George would have bad days. He also knew that he’d be there to help him through every single one.

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Hehehe I didn’t proof read this

1700 words and yet it’s such a quick one. DONT BE FOOLED IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS-

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[amitlee]

“I Kinda Want To Beat The Shit Out Of George.”

Summary: This video but it devolves into drunk, giggly lee!sapnap.

Warnings: Mentions of being drunk

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Dream leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch. He felt warm, complete even. He giggled along with his two best friends as they bantered back and forth.

“Man,” Sapnap said, “I’m so drunk right now, I kind of want to beat the shit out of George.”

Dream wheezed in laughter at the statement, finding Sapnap’s ferocity endlessly amusing. He turned to his other side when he felt a tap to his shoulder. George looked at him,

“Dream, don’t let him-“ The Englishman set his gaze to bore challengingly into Sapnap’s. “Do it.”

Before Dream could register what was happening, Sapnap had attempted to vault over his lap to get to George. George screeched and slid over a few inches until he was pressed against the arm of the couch, just barely being able to evade Sapnap’s uncoordinated hands trying to grab at him. Dream put his arm up to block Sapnap from trying to get any closer to George, who was now sticking his tongue out mockingly.

“LET ME AT HIM!” Sapnap yelled indignantly. He grappled against Dream and the couch, only succeeding in laying on his stomach while sprawled across the man’s lap.

Dream chuckled, “Absolutely not, keep your hands to yourselves.” He tried to rangle Sapnap’s arms back into his own space and away from their outstretched position towards George, ultimately deeming it hopeless and instead opting to get out from in between them. “Get off me, dude.” He said as he attempted to pick Sapnap up off of his lap, accidentally digging into his sides.

Sapnap yelped, loopy giggles tumbling from his mouth, and his arms snapping down to his sides. “NOHohoho!”

The room quieted down except for Sapnap’s near constant titters. He’d seemed to have worked himself into quite a fit, if his red cheeks and babbling giggles were anything to go by.

“No way.” George broke in his disbelief.

“Oh yeah, he gets like this sometimes.” Dream explained. He fondly looked down at Sapnap, who shook his head but was too far gone to actually disagree.

George scooted to be next to the pair, Sapnap’s temper being entirely gotten rid of and replaced with a new smiling image. “How have you kept this from me? He’s so-“ George paused in thought for the right word, “-so, cheery! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this at all.”

Dream scoffed, “It wasn’t kept from you.” He smiled at the dramatics. “He’s just ticklish.”

“That’s what that was?” George questioned with wide, excited eyes. “Oh my god, that’s so cute.”

Their attention snapped to Sapnap when he let out a clearly flustered whine.

George cooed, lightly skittering his nails across Sapnap’s neck. Sapnap scrunched his neck and turned his head, exposing his pink face, sparkling eyes, and elated smile to his friends. They both awed at the adorable display that so deeply contrasted the playful aggression shown just minutes prior.

Sapnap squealed when George’s nails focused on the crook on his neck connecting to his shoulder. He dissolved into hysterical peels of high pitched laughter and tried to curl up, only to jolt and completely crumble into a cacophony of mirthful sounds as Dream pinched and prodded at his ribs.

The addition of Dream exploring his ribs, expertly tickling over the bones and scratching the sensitive skin, made Sapnap’s skin prickle and tingle intensely. Despite it being nearly unbearable, he couldn’t help but hope it would last forever.

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I think I’ve forgotten how to write

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[amitlee]

His Family

Summary: A collection of Phil kindly terrorizing his children.

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“Oh, little bird~” Phil’s singsong voice echoed its way down to Tommy, who was currently doing an interesting mixture of gliding, flying, and running as he tried to evade the full fledged avian that was dead set on catching him.

“Dahahad-“ Tommy covered his mouth to prevent any more anxious laughter from spilling out. “Go away!” He demanded, laughter still evident in his tone.

“Hmmm, no.” A loud swoosh was heard right above the boy, who shrieked and attempted to speed up. This only caused him to lose footing and tumble unceremoniously onto the ground, leaves and grass providing a soft landing. Tommy rolled over on the ground, slightly disoriented and groaning dramatically.

Phil swept up his fledgling into his arms, dusting him off gently. “Aw, you’re fine mate.” He grinned. “Might not be when I’m done with you, though.”

Tommy’s bubbly laughter echoed through the forest.

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“Phil, please-“ Wilbur said, out of breath and panting. “-it was just for fun! A-And, you’re fine, see!”

“Oh, I see alright. Don’t worry mate, this is all part of the fun.” Phil replied, his tone full of mischief at the prospect of getting his lighthearted revenge.

The pair were currently standing on opposite ends of the kitchen table in a face off. When one would move, the other would mirror the movement, leaving them both trapped in a cycle of small steps and anticipation.

“If you give up now, I might go a little easier on you.” Phil tried to bargain, realizing he was getting nowhere in their game of chase.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Will whined incredulously.

Phil smiled, “Well, I guess I’ll have to be mean with you then. I guess I’ll have to dig into your hips, squeeze your sides, and count your ribs over and over. Then, I’ll trace the scar on your stomach, maybe I’ll even get the one on your back, we both know you can’t handle it for shit.” The eldest explained with a bored expression. He made a show of examining his nails, flexing his fingers to get a better look.

He admired the bright blush and shy smile on his son’s face. Relishing in the way the younger covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, it was all he needed to pounce on the boy.

The pair fell to the ground with a thud and immediately began wrestling for the upper hand. Unfortunately for Wil, Phil had dealt with similar tantrums more than he could count. The experienced warrior was quick to win the playful game and pinned Wil’s hands under his knees.

“Phil- Dad, waiT WAIHIHIhihit-“ Wil was barely given time to beg before Phil began to gently scratch his stomach, making him throw his head back in a fit of wild giggles.

“Breaking so soon, Wil?” Phil chuckled, “You’re more sensitive than I remembered.” He switched to spidering up and down Wil’s ribs, searching for the one that would send him into hysterics.

“Nohoho shihihit! PHIHIHIL NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Wilbur exclaimed, laughter turning squeaky as Phil drilled and scribbled on the golden rib right under his armpit.

“That’s right, mate. Let it all out.”

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“Tech?” Phil called. Techno met his gaze with a strained smile.

“What do you need, old man?” Techno answered, rolling his shoulders slowly before moving to try and massage them to ease some of the pain his sore muscles were causing.

“Mate, you’re tearing me apart.” Phil replied. He took in the confused and slightly startled appearance Techno had adopted after his statement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Techno answered gruffly, sitting up in his chair and locking eyes with his father.

“It means that you need help and I want to be the one to give it.”

“I don’t need any-“ Techno cut himself off with a sigh, realizing this wasn’t a battle. “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil grinned, sitting up straight in his chair and patting the space on the floor in front of him. He watched as Techno stood up and plopped himself in between Phil’s legs, leaning back into the cushioned legs of the chair. “There we go.” He said as he began undoing his son’s messy braid and running his fingers soothingly through the hair.

Tension slowly leaked out of Techno’s frame and Phil massaged his scalp and redid his braid. After finishing, Phil moved to gently massage the warrior’s shoulders. He grinned as Techno huffed under his breath and leaned into his hands.

Slowly, Techno began to chuckle, snorts and yelps coming out when Phil decided to be mean and gently scratch where his shoulders and neck connected. Throughout all of this, he was completely relaxed with a blissful expression on his face. He jumped with a gasp as Phil began to swirl his fingers behind his ears with a feather-light touch. His chuckles turned to higher pitched giggles along with squeaks intermingling with the sweet sound.

“Phihihilza” Techno whined, his words slurred with sleep and exhaustion.

Phil slowed his tracing of the piglin’s ears, opting to rest his hands back on the hybrid’s shoulders. “Yes?”

“ ‘m tired.” The remaining tension melted completely when Phil went back to the original massage, making sure to be firm as to not tickle the tired boy again.

The pair soon made their way to Techno’s room, the man himself leaning heavily on his father before being laid down onto his bed.

“Sleep well, son.” Phil said with a fond and loving smile, closing the door softly and making his way back to the living room.

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Surprise, nerds.

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[amitlee]

Overlooked Opportunities

Summary: XD gets a lesson in tickling, but with as little plot as I could manage.

Warnings: None! Super soft as usual:)

Lee!DreamXD, Ler!Geroge

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“Ihihit feheheels weihihird.” XD snickered, though muffled by his hands that were clasped around his mouth. “Whahat did yohohou sahay this wahas cahahalled?”

“This is tickling.” George answered, proud of himself for not stumbling over the word. His wandering fingers spidered around the god’s torso, throwing in a few pinches to his side to hear his chuckles go up an octave to borderline giggling.

Said god was rendered completely useless by the affection. He was limp on the ground with flushed cheeks and a wide smile, completely lost to the tingling sensation.

”You’ve really never done this before?” George asked curiously. He was surprised that in all of his years, XD had managed to overlook anything, much less tickling.

XD took in a deep breath before answering, “Nohohoho. I thihink Ihihi wohould’ve remembehered sohohomething like thihihis.” He answered honestly. He took in another sharp breath as George’s fingers trailed featherlight over a particularly sensitive patch on the side of his stomach. He arched his back on instinct, pushing into the touch and drawing George's attention.

“XD?” George called, stopping the motion and setting his hand where it had stopped. He‘d unknowingly set it on the very spot that had caused the fuss to begin with. “Are you alright?”

XD tensed up, giggles rapidly spilling from his lips despite not actively being tickled. “Yehehehes, Ihihihi juhuhust- mhmhmhm” He cut himself off, finding it more welcoming to give into his mirth.

George sat with an amused smile of his own as he easily put the pieces together. He grinned down at the nearly hysterical being. “So, the thing with tickling is that some spots are more ticklish than others. I think your little belly here might be more ticklish than other areas we’ve tried.” He explained, beginning to tap his fingers.

XD bucked at the maddeningly light touch on the one spot. It felt as though there was an electric current pulsing through his body, leaving him in stitches. “GEHEheorge! IhiHIHITS TIhihicklish!” He laughed, breaking out into a wheeze when George decided to up the intensity to massaging in small circles.

George kept it up for only a moment before his hands were abruptly collected by XD’s own. The bottom half on his face that wasn’t covered by his mask was revealed to show freckles accented by the pink blush dusting his cheeks and a happy smile with sharp teeth.

“Sohohorry.” XD apologized, thumping his head back onto the soft ground and taking a few seconds to collect himself. “Ihihi- I wasn’t expecting that.” He explained, letting go of George’s hands and moving to sit up.

“It’s alright, I wasn’t expecting it either.” George smiled reassuringly at the god.

The pair sat in a peaceful silence until it was broken by a question that sent George into a stuttering and blushy frenzy.

“George?” XD asked. “How did you learn about tickling?”

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I felt bad for not writing, so take this as a token of my appreciation!

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[amitlee]

hi i’m trash and maybe lee!george ler!sap, back or ribs 😵‍💫

Align

Warnings: None

Summary: George’s training leaves him sore and what kind of friend would Sapnap be if he didn’t try to lift his spirits?

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George groaned as he walked over to the living room couch. Despite his theatrics, Sapnap –seated on the couch, scrolling through twitter– didn’t spare him a glance. George huffed and unceremoniously flopped himself onto Sapnap’s, with his chest landing in his lap.

It was Sapnap’s turn to groan as the unexpected weight of his friend was suddenly on him. He sighed, looking up from his phone. “George.” He said deadpan.

George smiled, though it was hidden in his facedown position. “Sapnap.” He whined and buried himself further into the couch. “ ‘M sore.” He mumbled.

Due to the upcoming manhunt, George had taken it upon himself to hire a personal trainer in hopes of building his endurance and strength. He hadn’t anticipated the consequences of in-depth training after years of not even going to the gym, this left him sore and drained on training days.

Sapnap rolled his eyes, he himself had upped his training, but he sympathized with his friend. “Yeah I figured.” He said and dropped a hand to rub George’s upper back.

George sighed in content before speaking, “This manhunt better be worth it.” He grumbled.

“Jesus man, don’t you stretch before working out? Your back is absolutley fucked.” Sapnap said with a hint of concern; he made a mental note to refer George to his massage therapist, that lady works miracles. In the meantime, he found knots or particularly tense places and fixed them with firm hands.

George sunk into the plush cushions below him as all the tension left his body. This was until Sapnap’s hands dug into either side of his spine about half way down his back. He arched with a squeal and a startled laugh before crashing back down and clamping his hands over his mouth, refusing to let out anymore embarrassing noises.

Sapnap smirked, “You’re still ticklish here? I thought after what Dream put you through, you’d have developed an immunity to it by now.” He said, referencing the daily attacks Dream launched on both of them. “Sorry man, but I’ve got to get these out to make you feel a bit better. Just try and stay still.”

George shook his head, his cheeks bright red and hot. “aHA NOhoho! Sahahp, nohoHOT THEhehere.” He squealed with laughter, his body jolting every time Sapnap applied pressure.

“Well,” Sapnap said in thought, “there are a few other areas I could do first.” He brought his hands up, just below George’s shoulders. With one hand on each side, he dug his thumbs into the sensitive flesh. Both easing the pain and sending ticklish shockwaves through George. He smiled at the near scream George let out before he burst into giddy titters.

“THAHaha- That’s soho muhuhuch wohorse, yohou diHIHICK- STAHAHAP!” He complained, putting his arms under himself and trying to push himself into a sitting position. Sapnap saw right through his escape plan, as he quickly shot his hands into George’s underarms. George collapsed back onto the couch and writhed at Sapnap deviously kneeded circles into his top ribs.

“Are you going to let me finish?” Sapnap asked over George’s hysterics.

George nodded his head, “FIHIHINE FIHIHIHINE! GOHOHO SOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!” He screeched.

“Somewhere else, hmm?” Sapnap said in contemplation. He removed his hands, instead taking to lightly scratching over the sides and backs of George’s ribs. He occasionally pinched his bottom ribs to hear George’s giggles turn into squeaky laughter.

“Sahahap, how ihihis thihis hehehelping?”

“Haven’t you heard that laughter is the best medicine?” Sapnap responded to the question.

George shook his head through his tumbling giggles. He flinched with a squawk when Sapnap focused his attention on his back again, fully expecting another ticklish attack. But it never came, all Sapnap did was rest his hands on his back while he giggled himself silly in anticipation.

“You done yet?” Sapnap asked teasingly. He restarted his massage as best as he could with George now riled up and feeling ten times more ticklish than before.

After multiple minutes had passed and George’s squirming had stopped completely, Sapnap was satisfied. He gently ran his palms down George’s back, smoothing his shirt. “Do you feel better?” He asked.

“George?” Sapnap asked again, softly prodding his shoulder. He looked at George’s face to see him fast asleep with a soft smile and his fists under his chin. He silently cooed over his friend before the realization that he was stuck under a sleeping George set in.

Resigned to his fate, Sapnap picked his phone back up and resumed scrolling, falling asleep minutes later.

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GUYS I FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL THIS WEEK!!!!!! That’s so exciting! I have graduation in less than a month and I’m freaking out. The fact that I’m nearly an adult is insane.

But anyways, Mushie I always love your prompts and ideas, you’re like an infinite source of creativity.

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[amitlee]

helloiiii :D for the laugh prompts, my i have lee cc!dream with 🐷snort and ler cc!tommy ?? (if you’re up for a rare pairing) or with ler cc!sap if you’re feeling less rare haha

Challenge accepted

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“Hohohow is this supposed to hehehelp wihihith trust?” Dream whined through his giggles.

“I haven’t the faintest, but you don’t seem as scary while you're giggling like that.” Tommy replied with a small smile forming on his face.

“Hey!” Dream squawked. “I’m plehehenty scary!” He pulled half heartedly at his arms and attempted to sit up, only to be pulled back into Sapnap’s lap.

“Nuh uh, not so fast cutie. Tommy, why don’t you try his ribs?” Sapnap instructed.

Tommy’s hands moved to rest on either side of Dream’s rib cage despite Dream’s giggly protests. The younger lightly massaged into the bones and muscles, moving his thumbs in tight circles. The combination of the spot and technique sent Dream straight into a fit of high pitched laughter. He tossed his head from side to side as he completely gave into the sensation.

Suddenly, a loud sound pierced the air. Everything seemed to stop.

“Did you just-“

“NO NOHOHO FUHUhuck ohohohoff!” Dream’s embarrassment fueled tantrums cut Tommy off mid sentence.

“Oh, he definitely did.” Sapnap purred teasingly. “Why don’t we keep going, just to make sure we heard right.”

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[amitlee]

Brotherly relations

Summary: Dream and DreamXD being cute, that’s it, that’s the fic.

Platonic!

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“I’m sorry! I just wanted to see you laugh! Please don’t–nohoho!” Dream shrieked and burst into high pitched giggles as he was swept into his brother's arms.

“Oh and I'm sure that was the only reason you’ve been bothering me today, isn’t it?” XD said with a dangerous lilt in his voice.

“Well no- I mean I just- You know what I mean!” Dream stuttered through his response, his cheeks turning a rosy pink and an involuntary smile pulling at his lips. He bit his lip to stop from giggling when XD lifted him so the two of them were face to face.

“DreamWasTaken,” XD began with a parental tone that let Dream know he had only dug himself further into a hole.

“XD?” Dream whined. He gave into the urge to hide his face in his hands. This proved to be a monumental mistake as he couldn’t see XD’s two other arms sneak out of his robes and lift his mask up enough to expose his mouth. Nor did he expect to be flipped so he was held bridal style in his brother's arms.

“XD! Nonononohoho plehehease not thAT!” Dream yelped, moving his hands and yelling out incoherent protests as he saw XD lowering his head onto his unprotected stomach.

“NAHAHA- XDEHEHE WHY-“ Dream shouted through his laughter as the first of many raspberries was placed directly on his belly button.

“You know why, dear brother.” XD spoke into the soft skin, ghosting his breath across it and watching with glee as goosebumps formed and the muscles twitched.

Dream was in a constant state of giggly panic. If he wasn’t being subjected to XD’s inhuman raspberries, he was being teased and being tickled softly with his claws. To add to this, he was suspended in the air with nowhere to escape and minimal room to squirm.

As maddening as it was, it was exactly what he’d been chasing for the hours he’d been taunting XD. He couldn’t be happier than he was in his current position. This didn’t mean he would be nice though, he’d never pass up on an opportunity to mess with his brother.

XD laughed as Dream yelled out half-baked threats. “Threatening a god, brother? I guess I haven’t taught you well enough.” XD sighed dramatically, tapping his clawed fingers across Dream’s belly in thought. “You know what you haven’t had in a while?” He asked.

Dream sucked in a breath, “Whahahat?”

XD grinned, showcasing all of his teeth. “Nibbles!” He said happily before swiftly dropping his face back onto Dream’s stomach and gently nibbling on the tender belly.

Dream immediately fell into cackles, he’d always been especially weak to his brother’s technique. His hands went to XD’s shoulders, not pushing but simply holding onto them. “NOHOHOT THAHAT XD NAHAHAHA!”

Dream tipped his head back and laughed as he felt himself go limp and gave into the sensations wracking his body.

“Not this? You must want more raspberries then!” XD declared, blowing a series of raspberries around his brother’s stomach. He grinned, unable to continue the treatment as he heard Dream’s bright laughter mixed with shrill squeals.

Eventually, XD felt a few taps on his shoulder, signaling that Dream was done. He placed a final kiss to his stomach before pulling his shirt back down and soothingly rubbing the ghost tingles away.

Dream melted into the god, nuzzling into his chest and giggling to his content. “Thank you, Dee.” He said quietly.

XD’s smile widened, “Anytime brother, anytime at all.”

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Fluff enjoyers come get y’all food

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[amitlee]

I posted 345 times in 2022

That's 218 more posts than 2021!

196 posts created (57%)

149 posts reblogged (43%)

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I tagged 197 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#mcyt tickle - 25 posts

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#mcyt tickle fic - 19 posts

#tickle fic - 19 posts

#dsmpticklefic - 7 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and george can’t decide if he wants to melt or fight with all his power because its so nice but he’s so flustered and giggly he just can’t

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Would it be possible to get some Lee!Ranboo with a ler of your choice??? C! or CC! Is fine :)

Mom and Dad

Summary: Ranboo really should be more selective of the people he choses to prank.

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Ranboo peaked out from behind the corner leading into Phil and Kristin’s kitchen. He spotted the former in front of the sink, she was humming a soft tune. He grinned, it was the perfect opportunity.

Ranboo had been filming for a vlog and had settled on the bit of scaring his friends. He’d popped out of his hiding place around a corner, camera recording, and prepared to scare when Phil struck. Quickly trapping the teen in a hug of sorts and tickling him with the precision that could only come with practice.

Ranboo yelled as he felt fingers dig into his side, the camera falling from his hands in his shock. He squirmed as much as he could, but due to Phil having an arm wrapped around his waist and the other holding his hand out to the side, he wasn’t getting very far.

“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHO!” He yelled in a high pitched tone, squealing when Phil’s wiggling fingers moved up to his ribs.

“Are you going to stop scaring us?” Phil asked.

Ranboo shook his head, too caught up in his giggling to answer.

“No?” Phil questioned teasingly. He shifted his hand to squeeze the boy’s hip instead, grunting as Ranboo curled up at the action and gently lowering the teen to the floor.

Kristin, who had been drawn by the scuffle and quickly put the pieces together, knelt down with her husband. She gently fluttered her nails along Ranboo’s neck, making him curl up more and let out sickeningly sweet giggles. “Still trying to scare us, Ran?”

The boy shook his head again, both to deny and to try and block the maddening feeling. “Nohoho! No wahahait-“

Phil smiled down at the pile of giggles in his lap. “Oh no, it was funny, wasn’t it, Ranboo? Just think of this as extra content for the vlog.”

Ranboo flushed a deep red, eyeing the camera that had fallen to the floor a few moments ago and was undoubtedly still recording. He grumbled before falling back into hysterics as Kristin’s devious nails found their way to gently scratch at his lower belly.

This would surely be an interesting visit.

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Oh god this ask is from 2 months ago

99 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

The urge to say my opinion on apple juice to bring the coin defenders back for a round 2

111 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

Hello Amity!! :D I read your FNAF fic and absolutely adored it!! I've fallen back into the FNAF fandom because of Security Breach haha, the fandom is amazing! Anyway, I have a head canon idea for Sun and Moon: Sun uses tickles as a reward for children in the day care, he uses compliments and playful teases to make his lee laugh more. "Aww, you have such a sweet smile new friend! And your giggles are so bubbly and cute! Tickle, tickle tickle~" Moon on the other hand, will use them as a punishment. "Bad children must be punished" so he says, his teasing is a little more mean, but he never takes it too far. "Naughty naughty, you're getting tickled cause you didn't behave little star~ is this little belly of yours ticklish? Oh, was that a squeal I heard?" They both love hearing laughter and tickling is their favourite way to hear kids laugh :D Hope you have a lovely day sweetheart, thank you for writing such amazing fics!! 💙💙

OMG HEY SOFT

I see your wonderful ideas and I raise you this:

-Moon using a mix or soft and rougher tickles to get a kid to wind down so they can eventually take a nap.

-Moon having to do the same thing to Sun every now and then so there’s some peace around the daycare. (I know they’re in the same body but just hear me out)

-Sun seeing tickles as one of the most fun things to do. He thinks it’s a super fun bonding experience that helps people let loose sometimes. He’s gotten in trouble a few times because he’s taken it upon himself to try and cheer up staff/parents.

-Since Sun and Moon both have bells, games of hide and seek with them are either really easy, or extremely nerve wracking. You can tell where they are which is great if you’re a seeker, but if you’re hiding from a particularly giggly punishment then you know exactly how close they are.

-Sun doesn’t hesitate to tickle people to the ground if they’re acting too big for their britches.

-They’re both know for scooping up children and holding the bridal style to tickle they’re tummies.

Thank you so much for the support! You have no idea how much it means💕. I hope you have great day as well!

111 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#2

Philza and Tommy>>>>>anything else

147 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

His Family

Summary: A collection of Phil kindly terrorizing his children.

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“Oh, little bird~” Phil’s singsong voice echoed its way down to Tommy, who was currently doing an interesting mixture of gliding, flying, and running as he tried to evade the full fledged avian that was dead set on catching him.

“Dahahad-“ Tommy covered his mouth to prevent any more anxious laughter from spilling out. “Go away!” He demanded, laughter still evident in his tone.

“Hmmm, no.” A loud swoosh was heard right above the boy, who shrieked and attempted to speed up. This only caused him to lose footing and tumble unceremoniously onto the ground, leaves and grass providing a soft landing. Tommy rolled over on the ground, slightly disoriented and groaning dramatically.

Phil swept up his fledgling into his arms, dusting him off gently. “Aw, you’re fine mate.” He grinned. “Might not be when I’m done with you, though.”

Tommy’s bubbly laughter echoed through the forest.

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“Phil, please-“ Wilbur said, out of breath and panting. “-it was just for fun! A-And, you’re fine, see!”

“Oh, I see alright. Don’t worry mate, this is all part of the fun.” Phil replied, his tone full of mischief at the prospect of getting his lighthearted revenge.

The pair were currently standing on opposite ends of the kitchen table in a face off. When one would move, the other would mirror the movement, leaving them both trapped in a cycle of small steps and anticipation.

“If you give up now, I might go a little easier on you.” Phil tried to bargain, realizing he was getting nowhere in their game of chase.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Will whined incredulously.

Phil smiled, “Well, I guess I’ll have to be mean with you then. I guess I’ll have to dig into your hips, squeeze your sides, and count your ribs over and over. Then, I’ll trace the scar on your stomach, maybe I’ll even get the one on your back, we both know you can’t handle it for shit.” The eldest explained with a bored expression. He made a show of examining his nails, flexing his fingers to get a better look.

He admired the bright blush and shy smile on his son’s face. Relishing in the way the younger covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, it was all he needed to pounce on the boy.

The pair fell to the ground with a thud and immediately began wrestling for the upper hand. Unfortunately for Wil, Phil had dealt with similar tantrums more than he could count. The experienced warrior was quick to win the playful game and pinned Wil’s hands under his knees.

“Phil- Dad, waiT WAIHIHIhihit-“ Wil was barely given time to beg before Phil began to gently scratch his stomach, making him throw his head back in a fit of wild giggles.

“Breaking so soon, Wil?” Phil chuckled, “You’re more sensitive than I remembered.” He switched to spidering up and down Wil’s ribs, searching for the one that would send him into hysterics.

“Nohoho shihihit! PHIHIHIL NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Wilbur exclaimed, laughter turning squeaky as Phil drilled and scribbled on the golden rib right under his armpit.

“That’s right, mate. Let it all out.”

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“Tech?” Phil called. Techno met his gaze with a strained smile.

“What do you need, old man?” Techno answered, rolling his shoulders slowly before moving to try and massage them to ease some of the pain his sore muscles were causing.

“Mate, you’re tearing me apart.” Phil replied. He took in the confused and slightly startled appearance Techno had adopted after his statement.

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193 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

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[amitlee]

I love you're writing ! And been wondering for a while if i could send an ask so here i am!, I was wondering if you could do young tommy and techno if ya haven't! <3 it would be adorable¡ Thank you for your time!!! :)

Treasure Unimaginable

Warnings: none

Summary: Tommy gets left with Techno and has attachment issues to Phil. Techno is left to comfort 7 year old Tommy

Thank you so much for the request, I hope you all enjoy it💕

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Phil walked down the hallway to Technoblade’s room. He and Wilbur had to go into town today and wouldn’t be able to take Tommy, so someone had to watch him. Phil knew Tommy had a hard time being away from his father, which is why he was going to tell Techno a little in advance. He knocked on the door three times. “Tech?” He called.

He heard a muffled noise telling him to come in and opened the door. He stepped over the threshold into the room, taking in the tidy appearance. Techno’s room was rather empty, his style being close to minimalism.

“Hey, Tech. You busy?”

Techno set his book aside and turned his full attention to Phil. “No. Why?” He asked.

Phil smiled. “I’m going into town with Wil. Do you mind watching Tommy until we get back? It won’t be long.”

Techno sighed, thinking about it for a moment before looking back at Phil. Phil was basically pleading with his eyes. Techno looked away quickly, but couldn’t find it in his heart to say no. “Yeah. I guess that’d be alright.”

Phil beamed, happiness radiating off of him. “Thanks, mate! He’s asleep right now, so me and Wil are gonna run. He’ll probably be up in half an hour or so.”

Techno grunted, picking his book back up and settling back down in his bed. “Alright. See you later, dad.”

Phil’s smile got even wider and he held himself back from emitting a happy trill. “See you in a little, son.” He closed the door and went to collect Wilbur.

If Techno was honest, he’d completely forgotten he was supposed to be watching Tommy until a small voice came from the hallway.

“Phil?” A sleepy voice called.

Techno sat up and yelled back, “In here, Tommy.”

After a moment, the thudding of feet was heard and Tommy carefully opened the door. He looked wearily at Techno, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

The seven year old was the embodiment of adorable. He had clearly just woken up, with his hair resembling a bird's nest, he had a blanket draped over his shoulders, and was holding onto a bear plushie.

Tommy looked around the room, noticing the absence of his father’s presence. He looked back to Techno, now a little more awake. “Where’s Phil?” He asked.

“He left to go to town with Wilbur. They’ll be back soon.” He watched as Tommy tried to understand and act tough in front of his oldest brother.

“Okay.” Tommy said with a wobbly voice.

Techno’s head shot up to look at the boy, he was still wiping his eyes, but there were tears coming out instead.

“Hey.” Techno said as gently as he could, which wasn’t very gentle but was a good effort, “Come sit.” He patted his bed.

Tommy looked between the door and Techno. His bed looked soft. What he lacked in room decor, he made up for in comfortable blankets, pillows, and even a few plushies.

Eventually, Tommy closed the door behind him and came to sit on the bed. Techno sat up to sit beside Tommy. They sat in silence. It was slightly uncomfortable. Techno was pretty sure he could hear his own blood running through his veins. “So.” He said, hoping Tommy had something to say.

He did. “Do you know when dad will be back?” Tommy asked, looking up at Techno with saddened eyes.

Techno smiled, “Miss him already?”

Tommy nodded.

“I’m not really sure.” Techno hummed, “It won’t be long, there isn’t much to do in the town. I’m sure they went for groceries.”

Tommy wasn’t satisfied by this answer, still looking for a time.

Techno thought on his toes, “They may have gone to the dentist. I think I heard dad talking about Wil needing to get a shot or two.” It was a complete lie, but if it made Tommy glad he was here instead of with them, it would be worth it.

Tommy’s eyes widened. Techno chuckled at the reaction, laying on his back. “Yeah.”

Tommy followed, laying next to Techno. They fell back into silence, this time a little more comfortable. Techno was actually just about to fall asleep when he felt something rest on his arm.

It was Tommy, he’d gotten closer so he could cuddle up next to Techno. Techno had no idea how to react, not very used to physical affection. His brooding personality and figure pushed the possibility of him being vulnerable into the back of his mind.

Images flashed through his mind. Him being a younger and having Wilbur practically attached to him at all times. Wilbur was a very affectionate person, while Techno preferred to show his love through gifts and acts of service.

He didn’t have much experience with giving affection either, so he was rather cross at what he was supposed to do to help calm his little brother.

He patted Tommy’s head gently a few times, awkwardly. This, surprisingly, got a giggle from Tommy.

“What are you laughing about?”

“It’s just so weird.”

“What’s weird?” Techno had thought he’d done pretty well.

“You!” Tommy said, without realizing what it sounded like.

Techno hummed. “I think you,” he poked Tommy’s stomach to emphasize, “are pretty weird too.”

Tommy giggled again, “Am not!” He said, snuggling closer.

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Not!”

“Are!”

“Not! Not not not nohohot-“

The playful argument was cut off when Techno spidered around Tommy’s stomach. Making the child squeal and curl up.

“That’s a little weird. Do you hear something, Tommy? Tommy, where’d you go?” Techno made a show of trying to find Tommy. He lifted the boy up slightly by his hips, squeezing them gently as he went. He pretended to check under Tommy, to find Tommy, only to come up empty handed.

“Oh no, what’ll I ever do. Phil will be so upset I lost him.” Techno said. He wiggled his fingers over Tommy’s ribs, delighted by the sound of his slightly hysterical laughter.

Tommy was feeling much better, he’d never gotten to be playful with his brother like this. The tingling sensations were very pleasant, even though they were intense. His ribs had always been a bad spot, Phil had made sure to use it against him a few times.

Techno moved down to Tommy’s sides, gasping, “Tommy! There you are!”

Tommy’s giggles died down but became more hysterical at the playful tone Techno had acquired.

“That’s weird, you got all giggly all of a sudden. Is something wrong?”

Tommy laughed harder, “Yohohou’re tihihickling me!”

Techno slowed his fingers, “Oh. Am I?” The awkward atmosphere was completely gone, now replaced with a relaxing, loving feeling that swirled around the room.

“Yehehes.” Tommy said, catching his breath with a smile still stuck to his face.

Techno stopped his movements completely, now just resting his hand on Tommy's stomach. “My apologies.” He teased, poking his sides once more before retracting his hand.

“It’s oKAY, Tehehech.”

The peaceful silence encased them once again as the two calmed down. Tommy, even though he was content, couldn’t help but think that his father and brother weren’t here. It made the house feel empty and his heart a little heavier.

“Tech?” He called.

Techno looked down to make eye contact with Tommy, “Yes?” He answered.

“Can you do it again?”

Techno wasn’t really sure what he meant.

“Tickles, please?” Tommy asked. Techno mentally awed, the boy was still young enough that he had no idea of shame or embarrassment. The purity of the situation made Techno have a strong urge to protect Tommy from anything that may befall him. He promised himself that no matter what, he’d never let anything happen to Tommy. The bittersweet future would simply have to change for him.

“Sure. You want to hear a story?”

Tommy smiled, butterflies erupting in his stomach. “Yes.”

Techno smiled. “Long, long ago. There was a traveler named Rincewind. He went to the faraway lands of Anhk to search for buried treasure and guess what he found?”

“What?”

“A map.” Techno paused. He rested his pointer finger on Tommy’s belly, beginning to trace the outline of a simple map.

“The map was very big,” he circled up to Tommy’s ribs, tracing around the bones. Tommy giggled, wiggling despite trying to stay still.

“And in the center was an X,” Techno wiggled a finger in Tommy’s belly button quickly, eliciting a loud squeal followed by peels of laughter. He withdrew it and continued to make out the map.

“The X was the final destination for Rincewind. There he would find treasure unimaginable. But he had to get there first. First, he went over the sea,” Techno swirled his fingers to make the motion of waves. Tommy squirmed away, only to be caught and put back with Techno, “Ah ah ah, we’re not done yet.”

“Ihihit tihihickles!” Tommy giggled out, hiding his face in his hands.

“Oh! There’s the next obstacle, the cave of darkness.” Techno shot both hands into Tommy’s exposed underarms, wiggling his fingers softly.

Tommy screeched, “TEHEHECHNOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT! GEHEHET HIM OHOHOUT OF THEHEHERE!”

Techno laughed with him, “Alright alright,” he withdrew his hands, leaving Tommy panting, “His visit to the cave was cut short, so he headed down to the treasure.”

Tommy giggled in anticipation as Techno began circling around his belly button, getting closer with each circle.

“’Finally’, Rincewind said, ‘I’ve waited years for this treasure. Delicious, yummy treasure.’ And he began to dig up the treasure.” Techno narrated as he slowly pulled up Tommy’s shirt to expose his belly button.

“And at last, he was able to dig into his treasure of,” He paused for dramatic effect, “raspberries.” He took in a large breath and blew a raspberry right over Tommy’s belly button. Causing the seven year old to fall into laughter immediately. He blew another, making Tommy buck his hips and begin squirming.

In the midst of the raspberries, he began to scratch at the sides of Tommy’s stomach. Tommy's laughter became intermingled with hiccups and his squirming became slower. Seeing this as a sign to stop soon, Techno blew one final raspberry, shaking his head into it and then pulling the boy’s shirt back down and patting his stomach.

“Rincewind decided that the treasure he found that day was his absolute favorite.” Techno concluded the story and gave a small bow.

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GUYS I GOT RANBOO MERCH. THE GENDER MAN NOW HAS APPROXIMATELY $65 DOLLARS FROM ME SMH MY HEAD BUT IM LITERALLY SO EXCITED

Anyways…I hope you liked the fic! Thank you so much for the request and the compliments! They mean a lot 💕💕

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[amitlee]

Hi! I saw your request where open. And I’ve been having sever brain rot. What about a Ler! Karlnapity and Lee! Tommy fic? If not that is absolutely ok. Your writing it awesome!

Reassurance

Warnings: Panic attacks, tickling.

Summary: Tommy has a panic attack and Sapnap finds him. He brings him over to his shared house to ensure he’s alright.

Just a fair warning, I didn’t proof read this.

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The weather outside was beautiful. The sky was clear with the occasional cloud, the cool temperature of fall wrapped around Tommy as he sat on the grass. Which would’ve been nice on a normal day, but this was not a normal day. There was nothing special about today itself, just an off day for Tommy.

For him, the sky was mocking him, the sun causing him to need to shield his eyes. The weather was just cold enough to cause chills to run through his system. The leaves crunching beneath every foot step taunted him, telling him the sad story of a boy and a beach.

Tommy felt his throat tighten as tears stung his eyes. The familiar feeling of not being able to catch his breath caught up to him and before he knew it, he was seated on the ground, rocking himself back and forth.

His thoughts swirled into a hideous symphony of untrustful men. Dream, Techno, Wilbur, even his own father. He was betrayed by them all. He had no one to call his family, practically orphaned for his own safety.

He held these people in his thoughts as he sobbed and gasped for air. He knew he should’ve known better than to come out on a day like this. He was always prone to overstimulation and had never learned how to deal with such intense feelings.

His nails dug into the palm of his hand from where he had them in fists. He hit the ground, suddenly overcome with anger, only to hit a pinecone and feel pain shoot through his hand.

He broke down even more, of course that pinecone had to be placed right where he chose to sit. What kind of idiot doesn’t realize what’s around them? How could he have been so foolish as to physically lash out in his anger fueled haze? He screamed, completely overwhelmed. And, that’s when a light appeared at the end of the narrow tunnel.

“Hello?” An unknown voice called out from somewhere in the woods.

Tommy’s head shot up, “H-Hello.” He called back to them. His voice was quieter than he anticipated and rough from the past few minutes.

He heard the crunching of leaves getting closer to him and couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it may be someone who would love him. At least for a little while.

“Oh my god.”

Tommy turned his head to see who’d spoken. The figure of Sapnap stood in the vision. The man looked slightly frightened.

“Sapnap,” Tommy cried as he pushed himself up to his knees. Sapnap met him half way, taking the boy in his arms as his body, once again, was wracked with cries.

Sapnap held Tommy tightly in his arms. If he had it his way, he’d never let go of the broken image in front of him. “Shh, shh. It’s alright, Tommy. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to calm the boy. He gently rubbed his back, hoping to help ground him.

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy stuttered out, feeling guilty for taking Sapnap’s time.

Sapnap shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. Please let me help you.” He tightened his embrace around Tommy as if scared he’d disappear.

Together, they went through calming exercises such as counting and knowing your surroundings. Once Tommy had calmed down, he was absolutely exhausted. Him and Sapnap sat on the forest floor and Tommy laid down to set his head in Sapnap’s lap.

Sapnap carded a hand through Tommy’s hair as he leaned back on a nearby tree. “I’m proud of you, Tommy. That was a hard thing to go through and you got through it.” He said genuinely.

Tommy wiped at his eyes, but weakly smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.” He sniffled, “Everything just got up to me, I guess. It’s so loud and it’s cold, and it’s too bright sometimes, and no one will stay with me.” He rambled on, feeling his breath puck back up.

Sapnap set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I understand, things can pile up. But you have to talk to someone, Tommy, and I’d be glad to be that person.”

A pink hue dusted Tommy’s cheeks at the kind words. “Yeah. That’s good with me, or whatever.” He cleared his throat, looking away from his friend.

Tommy heard Sapnap laugh and felt a hand ruffle his hair.

“Alright.” Sapnap clapped his hands, “We’ve got to get you home, you’re absolutely freezing.”

Sapnap felt his heart tug at the scared look on Tommy’s face. “You can stay with us for a bit, we don’t mind.” He patted Tommy’s shoulder and guided him to stand.

The pair walked to Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity’s shared home. They exchanged small talk about various topics on the short walk. In no time, they’d made the journey.

Tommy was nervous. He didn’t know how Quackity and Karl would feel about him intruding in on their private time like this. He was prepared to be turned away to his own house as Sapnap opened the door.

“I’m home! And we have company!” Sapnap shouted to his fiancés. He gave Tommy a reassuring smile.

Karl was the first to greet them, running down the stairs and into Sapnap’s arms. “Sap! How was the trip?” He broke from their embrace and laid his eyes on Tommy.

“Tommy!” Quackity exclaimed, walking into the room with open arms. He took Tommy into a hug, squeezing him quickly before letting go.

“I didn’t see you there, Tom.” Karl said, also giving the boy a quick hug. “What brings you here?”

Tommy looked to Sapnap, who took the hint and answered for him. “Tommy is going to stay with us for a little. I’d feel better having him here with us, if that’s alright with you two of course.”

Quackity’s eyes lit up, “Of course! Thomas, a man after my own heart! Let me show you around.” He swung an arm around Tommy and proceeded to show him around the house. Luckily, the trio had a guest bedroom that was always ready to be used for times like these. Surprisingly, Tommy wasn’t the first person to come to their house under similar circumstances. All three of the men knew what was up, even if two of them were a little confused.

Karl and Sapnap stood by the door, Sapnap waited until Tommy was well out of earshot to explain to Karl what had happened. Karl was very sympathetic, completely understanding and vowing to cheer the boy up as much as he could.

Quackity was later filled in after dinner on the entire situation. All four had eaten together, Karl and Tommy left the other two to do the washing up. Quackity’s reaction was similar to Karl’s, very understanding. He promised to make Tommy feel as comfortable as possible.

Later that night, the four were watching a movie in the trio’s two king sized mattresses that had been pushed together. The bed had plenty of room for the four of them to fit comfortably. Sapnap was beside Tommy, who was beside Karl, who was beside Quackity. Sapnap had made the joke that it was a Tommy and Karl sandwich as he took his spot.

Tommy had been purposely placed beside Karl because he was the touchiest of the group, and therefore would provide the most comfort to the teen.

The atmosphere was calm as the movie played. Everyone was engrossed, well, almost everyone. Karl had gotten bored and decided to cause some light mischief.

He used his hand that had been around Quackity to move closer to the man’s sides. He stayed still for a moment to avoid suspicion before poking once at the skin.

Quackity flinched, looking at Karl, who had turned his attention back to the TV. Quackity leaned further into his fiancé and did the same.

After a moment, Karl moved so his hand was in the same position on Tommy’s side. He poked the boy’s side just how he’d done with Quackity.

Tommy flinched with a quiet squeak, quickly covering his mouth and looking at Karl. Karl had a fond smile on his face, even as he turned back to the movie. The reaction was undoubtedly adorable.

Karl didn’t wait very long to pinch once at both of their sides. Tommy yelped, curling slightly. Quackity batted at Karl’s hand, a giggle seeping out.

“Kaharl,” Quackity said, “You’re being mean,” He whined.

Karl gasped. “Mean. Mean? This would be being mean.” He skittered his hand across Quackity’s belly, paying close attention to the spots that made him squeal.

“KAHAHaharl! My lohohove, plehehease!”

Karl awed but shook his head. “I’m just demonstrating.”

Tommy was flustered to say the least. Seeing someone get tickled to pieces right beside him was not something he was expecting. He yelped as Karl’s hand started to move to his belly as well.

“Don’t worry, Tommy. I didn’t forget about you.” Karl said, digging gently into the flesh.

Tommy quickly dissolved into giggles. The spot and method being quite pleasant. He melted into the touch, not making much of a move to get away.

Sapnap cooed at Tommy’s obvious compliance. “Look at you! All giggly and sweet.”

Tommy shook his head, “ ‘M nohohot gihihiggly!” He covered his face to try and conceal the light pink that dusted his cheeks.

“I dohohon’t knohow, Toms. Yohohou seem gihihiggly tohoho mehehe.” Quackity teased between his own laughter.

Sapnap scoffed, reaching over the squeeze Quackity’s side, “You’re one to talk.”

Now that Sapnap was leaning over Tommy, his entire torso was left vulnerable to the boy, which Sapnap didn’t take note of until he felt nimble fingers prodding at his ribs. He yelled, almost collapsing, and resigned himself to laughter. Tommy had unknowingly stumbled upon one of his death spots.

“TOHOHOMMEHEHE, NOHOHO-“

Tommy had gained confidence, now wiggling his fingers between the bones.

This came to a halt when he felt a squeeze to his knee. He gasped through his giggles. “NOHOho! Nohohot there!”

Sapnap chuckled. “Why, does it tickle?” He moved himself away from Tommy’s reach and began to quickly squeeze the muscle right above his knee.

Tommy convulsed, the sensations much stronger than the ones on his stomach. He tried to lean up, only to be blocked by Karl’s arm wrapping around him.

“I think you deserve this after the stunt you just pulled, mister.”

“I DOHOHON’T! IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Tommy’s childlike laughter burst into the room, bouncing and filled with squeals. He brought his knees up to his chest. A squeal tore through his throat when Sapnap squeezed his hips, causing him to curl onto his side. “Plehehease, not my knehehees,” He covered his face after the plea, thoroughly flustered.

Sapnap nodded, removing his hands. “We’ll spare you, this time.” He teased.

Karl had stilled his hands on both Quackity and Tommy once the shriek had flooded the room. Leaving Quackity to recover enough to be able to reach across Karl and scratch lightly at Tommy’s neck, making the younger scrunch up with more giggles.

“I won’t!” Quackity said jokingly, his free hand going to skitter across Tommy’s lower back.

“Quackithehehe!” Whihi- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE Q PLEHEHEAHAHA-'' Tommy was lost to laughter once Quackity had drilled his fingers directly in the middle of his back. The tingles erupting and spreading up his spine.

“Awww, little Tom Tom has a ticklish back? How cute.” Karl teased.

Tommy arched his back, sticking his stomach out to be perfect for Sapnap’s hand to vibrate onto. With the tickling on both sides, his laughter went silent and he tapped Karl’s arm, signaling he was done. Karl signaled for the two to stop and cradled the boy in his arms. Sapnap and Quackity rubbed the ghost tickles off Tommy.

Tommy turned around, giggling into Karl’s chest and wrapping his arms around the man. “Thahahank yohou.”

Karl hugged him tighter, “You’re very welcome, Tommy.”

“You can come to us anytime.” Quackity explained, saying that even if they were busy, they’d all have time for him.

Before Tommy fell asleep, he caught Sapnap’s eye. Mouthing a thank you and getting a wink in return along with a kind smile.

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Sorry I didn’t proof read, I wrote this all today and I’m too tired to do it. But I wanted to get it out and I really enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for the prompt and I hope you enjoyed 💕

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[amitlee]

Monsters Nearby

Summary: Ranboo is Enderwalking and Tubbo wants to sleep.

Warnings: None

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Tubbo yawned as he walked into the mansion. He was thoroughly exhausted from a day consisting mainly of arguing with Quackity. All he wanted to do was cuddle up with his husband and sleep for days.

He expected to find Ranboo in their shared bedroom, as it was rather late. However, to his surprise, he opened the door to a cold room with no signs of his husband.

“…Boo?” Tubbo spoke into the empty room. There was no response.

Tubbo’s eyebrows furrowed and he pushed his tiredness to the back of his mind as he began to search the mansion for his husband. There was no reason for Ranboo to be out so late at night, so Tubbo decided to leave the garden and other outside areas as a last resort.

First, he checked the kitchen. The lights were off but the sink was running. Tubbo turned off the sink, he was worried but glad for the sign of life. Next, he checked the living room; finding it empty as well.

He thought for a moment, the mansion was large and had many rooms, it would take too long to do a full search. He thought about his husband, wracking his brain for anything that could help locate him. His mind landed on the library, a quiet room that Ranboo loved to visit at all hours of the day and night. It had books in many languages, each holding vast knowledge on hundreds of topics. This is where he took his search.

Tubbo’s hooves clapped lightly on the hard flooring as he neared the library. He opened the door, a loud creak resonating, and peaked his head around the door. The fireplace was aglow, warming up the room and casting soft shadows on the walls. His eyes scanned the room, landing on purple orbs staring back at him.

“Ranboo, are you alright?” Of course, Tubbo knew of his husband’s condition. Enderwalking was very serious and Tubbo was thankful he’d been taught how to take care of his husband when he was in such a state.

Ranboo replied, “⎅⟟⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⌰⊬ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌰⏃⏁⟒ ⏁⊑⟟.” Although Tubbo had no idea what it meant, it was a start.

Holding his hands in front of him so Ranboo had a clear view of them, Tubbo slowly walked towards him.

“m’ sleepy, Boo.” Tubbo stated. He was closer to Ranboo now and quickly looked over his body for any injuries. He let out a sigh of relief once he was sure there were none to be found.

Ranboo cooed and looked to Tubbo’s hands that were now in his reach. After a moment, Ranboo spoke again, “⟟’⋔ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏃⊬ ⌇⏁⎍⌿⟟⎅ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌.” And grabbed Tubbo’s hand, gently holding it in his own.

Tubbo smiled at the gesture, internally trying not to burst from adoration. “Can we go to bed?” He questioned.

Tubbo kept a grip on Ranboo’s hand even as the hybrid stood from his position on a chair and Tubbo’s arm had to reach up slightly. Taking Ranboo’s movements as a yes, Tubbo began to lead the gentle giant back to their bedroom.

The walk was quiet and peaceful, the only noises being Tubbo’s hooves on the flooring. They held hands the entire way, Tubbo had started to soothingly rub his thumb over the back of Ranboo’s hand when the hybrid started to figit.

Once they arrived at their room, Tubbo pushed open the door and led Ranboo into the room. They released each other's hands and Tubbo went turned on the various nightlights that would light up the room in a soft orange.

Tubbo gestured towards the bed and promptly crawled in himself. He left the bed shift as his husband’s weight was added. They interlocked hands again, a comfort measure for both of them, Tubbo said goodnight before finally closing his eyes.

A few minutes past and Tubbo was getting increasingly agitated at the lack of sleep despite his tiredness.

“I’ve got to use the bathroom.” He said to Ranboo, before walking out and going to the bathroom. He washed his face and took a second to breathe before going back to the shared bedroom. As he went to get back in bed, a message was displayed—

“Cannot sleep now monsters nearby.”

Tubbo immediately knew what was the cause for his restlessness. He and Ranboo had never attempted to sleep when he was in the Enderwalk state. It seemed he was just enough enderman for the game to register him as a mob.

Tubbo got back into the bed, noticing that Ranboo was still awake as well. “Boo. Can we try something?” He asked gently.

Ranboo turned towards him, nodding, “⋔⊬ ⎎⏃⎐⍜⍀⟟⏁⟒ ☊⍜⌰⍜⍀ ⟟⌇ ⌿⎍⍀⌿⌰⟒.”

Tubbo was still clueless as to what was being said, but understood that he nodded. “Alright, lay on your stomach for me, please.” He gave a reassuring look to his husband as he did as he was asked.

“Perfect.” Tubbo praised as Ranboo rolled over. Tubbo rested one hand on each of Ranboo’s shoulders, gently but firmly kneading at the muscles. He rubbed his thumbs into circles on the extra tense parts, feeling Ranboo melt like goo under his touch.

“Is this okay?” Tubbo asked, wanting to ensure that Ranboo was comfortable with touch at the moment. He was quickly reassured by the purrs that tumbled out of Ranboo and the color shift in his eyes. The purple that signified his Enderwalking state had dimmed, looking like a mix of brown and purple. This assured Tubbo that he would be able to sleep sometime tonight.

Tubbo moved his movements to focus high on Ranboo’s spine, rubbing firm but soft circles on each side and slowly moving down. After the initial flinch of surprise, Ranboo all but melted into the mattress. Purrs becoming constant.

It was when Tubbo got to Ranboo’s lower back that Ranboo tensed for a moment. Tubbo lightened his touch, assuming Ranboo was sore. This caused Ranboo to let out a chirp amidst his purring that still hadn’t stopped.

Tubbo couldn’t resist gently scratching at the area, immediately knowing what was going on. Ranboo made another chirp, this one sounding much more flustered. Tubbo continued to scratch gently, now moving his movements to the outside of his back, near his hips.

Ranboo let out what could only be described as an Enderman’s laugh. It sounded warbled but joyful nonetheless. It was very different from his usual laugh, but Tubbo found it very endearing.

Tubbo skittered his fingers up and down the sides of Ranboo’s back, relishing in the surprised chirp.

“⟟’⋔ ⍙⍀⟟⏁⟟⋏☌ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⌿⏃⍀⏁ ⏁⊑⍀⟒⟒ ⎅⏃⊬⌇ ⌰⏃⏁⟒⍀!”

Tubbo giggled mischievously, “What was that, boss man?” He switched from skittering to poking in the same motion, still very gentle but at a fast pace.

“⟟ ⍀⟒⏃⎅ ⌇⍜ ⋔⎍☊⊑ ⎎⏃⋏⎎⟟☊⏁⟟⍜⋏.” Ranboo protested. He squirmed side to side, but when he would lean to one side, Tubbo would simply focus on that side to get him to squirm back.

Tubbo moved even closer to his sides and hips while continuing the up and down pattern. To make up for his slight ruthlessness in this situation, he switched his technique to dragging his pointer fingers in random circles.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive, Boo.” Tubbo fondly smiled down at his companion.

Ranboo made an indignant noise. His giggles were getting drowsy.

“We’ll have to look more into this, won’t we.”

When Ranboo didn’t answer Tubbo, he lightly squeezed Ranboo’s sides. Occasionally going to his hips.

“Won’t we?” Tubbo teasingly repeated.

After the Enderman-sounding cross between a shriek and a squeak, Ranboo giggly replied, “☊⏃⎐⟒⏁⍜⍙⋏!”

“So do you think it tickles so much because you’re sleepy or because you’re incredibly ticklish?” Tubbo asked the squirming man beneath him.

Ranboo didn’t answer again, leaving Tubbo to dig, slightly less gentle, into the divots of his hips.

Ranboo fell into real laughter. It was starting to sound more and more human, signifying Tubbo would need to stop soon so they could both cuddle and sleep.

“Oh I see, because you’re unfathomably ticklish. Hey, it happens to the best of us, big man, don’t worry about it.” Tubbo continued to tease, knowing Ranboo understood him.

Ranboo’s laughter began to squeak, Tubbo taking it as a sign to slow back to gently scratching the sides of his back.

“Does thahat mean you ahahare too?” Ranboo asked, still lightly warbled, but mostly human.

Tubbo gasped excitedly. “Ranboo!” He slowed his movements completely and leaned down to embrace Ranboo. He then leaned back up and rolled off the taller to lay himself down beside Ranboo. “How are you feeling?”

Ranboo hummed, “Tired, but not too bad.” Ranboo took Tubbo in his arms, placing a platonic kiss on Tubbo’s hair. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bee.”

“Of course, I would do it a thousand times over.” Tubbo said dramatically, laughing after he’d said it. “But seriously, it was no problem.”

Tubbo snuggled into Ranboo, wrapping his arms around Ranboo so they were both cuddled. He felt all leftover tension leave Ranboo’s body and smiled, Ranboo had always been weak to physical affection.

“Goodnight, Tubbo.” Ranboo said, tightening his hold for a moment before relaxing it again.

Tubbo yawned, happy to be finally able to sleep. “Goodnight, my beloved.”

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I love this I love this I love this so much. Bee duo and gentle tickle my beloved.

Thank you so much for reading and for 200 followers omg you madmen, I love you 💕/p /gen

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[amitlee]

I’m Not Sure If I Believe It

Summary: Wilbur finds a spot that sends Dream crashing to the floor. Philza comes to investigate.

Warnings: Swearing and tickles

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Dream sat on a couch in Wilbur’s living room. He’d come to Britain to visit George, but knew he couldn’t leave without meeting his other English friends. So there he was, lounging on Will’s couch along with Phil and Wilbur.

The trio had been together for two days and had gotten along perfectly! Despite the two younger men being chaotic for the majority of the previous two days, they seemed to have tired themselves out and were currently watching a movie.

The calming atmosphere was, unfortunately for Phil, short lived. After playfully arguing over what movie they should watch next, Will and Dream had dissolved into a shoving match to see who would get to pick. Eventually, Dream stood up from his place on the couch and made his way towards where the remote was sitting.

What neither Dream, nor Phil, expected was for Will to quickly stand up and wrap his arms around Dream’s torso to keep him from moving.

The younger male, now trapped in a back hug, began squirming around in Will’s grasp. After realizing squirming would get him nowhere, he decided to lightly bat at Will, accidentally tapping him close to the face. Will gasped and removed one hand to hit back at Dream, whilst still holding him in place.

Phil, who’d been sitting on a chair next to the couch, watched as his two friends began play-fighting again. He laughed along with them but eventually got on his phone to pass the time until they winded down. His scrolling was abruptly interrupted when Dream’s laughter rang through the room as well as taunts from Wilbur.

“Oh really! Right there?” Wilbur zeroed in on the spot on the top of Dream’s ribcage, vibrating his fingers into the muscles and scratching around the bones.

Dream let out his signature wheeze before crumbling into laughter and babbling out half-formed protests.

Wilbur chuckled darkly and crawled his fingers up to scribble Dream’s underarms. Dream’s laughter turned to uncontrollable giggling peppered with squeaks and squeals when Will would unexpectedly drill into the spot. Dream clamped his arms to his sides, lightly trapping Wilbur’s hands.

“Lehehet gohohoho!” Dream whined through his constant giggles.

Wilbur slowed his fingers to give Dream a chance to breathe. “You have me stuck.” He said, quickly wiggling his fingers and then stopping.

Giggles were pulled from Dream once more and continued even after Will had become still. The feeling of the fingers was enough to keep him on edge and made him feel more sensitive by the second. “You are not!” Dream tried to move forward, past the arm still holding him around the waist. He was quickly stopped when Wilbur moved so both hands were on his stomach and wiggling deviously.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Wilbur questioned. He began gently pinching around various areas of Dream’s stomach, making the man try and curl up to lessen the sensations wracking his system.

“Yohohou’re mohohom’s hahaHAHOUSE- WIHIHILL NOHOHOT THAT, NOHOHOHO!”

Wilbur had switched to vibrating his hands in a claw shape on each side of Dream’s belly button button. He leaned his head closer to Dream ear and spoke lowly, “Does it tiiiiickle~”

Dream could barely get a reply out, managing to squeak out ‘yes’ alongside his hysterics. However, whatever semblance of coherence Dream had held onto was quickly thrown down the drain and Wilbur accidentally hooked his index finger in his belly button. His laughter turned silent for a moment before coming back full force with booming volume. He felt his body go limp and slid to the floor.

Wilbur was able to catch him before he hit the ground, gently lowering him and crouching beside him. Will carded a hand through the youngest man’s hair to help him calm down.

Phil stood up to go and look closer at the scene in front of him. He saw Dream’s form curled up on the floor, still shaking with giggles but leaning into Will’s touch. Will was sitting beside him, stroking his hair and watching him fondly.

Wilbur spoke up after a moment, “Holy shit, man! You just fucking collapsed!”

Dream groaned and covered his face to hide his blush. “You were ruthless.” He exclaimed, hesitantly resting his head in Will’s lap, relaxing exponentially when Will rested an arm on his shoulder and continued to play with his hair.

“Well you were going to take the remote.”

“I deserve the remote for what you just did to me!”

“Don’t try and change the subject,” Wilbur grinned. “you melted. And it was absolutely adorable.”

Dream made a noise displaying his feeling of the chosen words. “I did not!” He argued.

Wilbur smirked, he had him right where he wanted him. “I can show you.”

Dream’s eyes widened and he tried to get back up. “No! Nononohoho, I did I DIHIHID!” Dream fell into a giggly panic as Will once again wrapped his arms around him, pulling him so he was laying on his lap and motioning to Phil.

Phil sat in front of Wilbur and Dream, looking towards the pair. “I didn’t see it.”

Wilbur smiled slyly, glad Phil was playing along.

“PHIL! You traitor!” Dream exclaimed while lightly trying to kick Phil.

Phil laughed at the antics, “Alright, but you brought this upon yourself.” He sat right above Dream’s knees, effectively pinning him in place. Phil playfully wiggled his fingers and watched as Dream’s blushed darkened.

Wilbur leaned his head on Dream’s shoulder, “Lets play a little game.” He waited a moment for Dream to refuse in case he truly didn’t want it. “The game is simple. You keep your hands here,” Dream’s hands were guided to clasp behind Will’s head. Will continued speaking, “Phil here will be incharge of giving you all the soft tickles you could ever imagine. The catch is, if those hands come down, he’s going straight for that sensitive little belly button of yours.”

Dream felt his face heat up, knowing he was going to be gently wrecked by his friends until he called quits. “Okay.” He answered meekly, though it did nothing to mask the excitement in his voice.

“Okay.” Wilbur repeated. “Let’s get started.” He nodded to Phil, who rested his hands on Dream’s stomach.

“Why don’t I tell you what we’re going to do?” Phil’s voice had a teasing lilt to it. “I’m going to start on your tummy, gently spidering and scratching around as you fall to pieces. Maybe I’ll poke around a bit just to make you squirm. Then, I’m going to crawl up to your ribs. If you think the rough tickles there were bad, you have no idea what the light ones will feel like. I’ll walk my fingers up your ribs, maybe count them a time or two. After spending plenty of time there, I’m going to spider your underarms. Now, I think this is where you’ll drop your hands and then that cute little belly will be all mine~”

The words swirled around in Dream’s head. The more he listened, the deeper he fell into a flustered haze. He knew his face was bright red, and there was nothing he could do to hide it. But what he could do was feign confidence. “I can take it.” He said with as much confidence as he could manage.

Wilbur chuckled from his position behind Dream. “We’ll see about that.”

Phil began exactly where he promised, Dream’s stomach. He drew shapes to let the man get used to the feeling before stepping it up a notch by scratching both index fingers on either side of his belly button very gently.

Dream tried to hold back his reactions, he really did. But the moment Phil wiggled his evil fingers on his belly, he just couldn’t help but break into soft giggles. The other two cooing at him.

“Breaking already?” Wilbur teased, blowing a stream of air onto Dream’s neck.

“Nohoho!”

“Oh, he’s definitely breaking. I don’t think I’ll be able to do half the thing I planned.” Phil added, tracing shapes on Dream’s stomach once again, this time wiggling them the entire time.

The new technique had Dream giggling uncontrollably. He tried his hardest not to squirm too much for fear of hurting Wilbur’s neck.

Phil gave Dream no time to get used to the feeling. He spidered his fingers up to the base of Dream’s ribs, scratching at the fabric lightly.

“Phihihil!”

“Yes? Was I right?”

“Yehehes! It tihihickles!”

Wilbur grinned, “You’re a ticklish thing, aren’t you?”

“Ohobviohously” Dream fired back with sass.

Phil gasped, “If you can still be cheeky, I’m not doing my job good enough.” Phil started at the bottom of Dream’s ribs, gently pinching and poking them.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Phihihil!”

“Three.”

“Phihil! Phihilza!”

“Hush now, Dream, wouldn’t want me to lose count. Four.”

“Nohoho”

“Five.”

Dream withstood the rib counting until Phil had finished and started over counting once again.

“One.”

“Phihihil, plehehehese” Dream wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but it surely wasn’t for Phil to suddenly pinch at each side of his lower ribs with his pointer fingers and thumbs. His arms jerked down from the shock that jolted through his body.

“Dream…” Wilbur spoke softly by his ear. “Your hands came down.”

Phil spoke up, “He’s right, Dream, you know what that means.” Phil smiled, looking at Dream to make sure they weren’t going too far. Once he was sure Dream was still comfortable, he got right into what had been promised.

Phil stayed away from the death spot that was Dream’s belly button. Instead, he clawed at the area around it. Squeezing and vibrating his fingers similar to what Will had done.

The deviously light tickling had made Dream feel much more sensitive than he usually did. He went straight into near hysterics as Phil tickled all over his stomach.

They found out that if you taser the spot connecting Dream’s side to his stomach, his laughter becomes mostly squeals and the occasional snort, although he can’t handle it for very long.

“Tell me, Dream, how much does this tickle on a scale from 1-10?” Wilbur asked.

Dream just shook his head, bringing his hands to his mouth to try and muffle his laughing.

“Not answering? How rude.” Phil dipped his head down and blew a raspberry on the small pudge below Dream’s belly button. The man shrieked and brought his hands to lightly push Phil away and wrap his arms around his middle.

“THAHAhahat was sohoho mean” Dream complained half heartedly. He curled up and rolled to the side only to have his sides be suddenly tased.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere yet, mister. I’m going to get that belly button.” Phil teased deviously.

“Phihihil plehehease, I can’t tahake it.” Dream blushed, still hiding his sensitive stomach. He was tired and wanted nothing more than physical affection and a nap.

Phil looked at his friend, taking in his appearance and the loopy giggles still flowing from his mouth. He seemed like he could take a little more, but definitely not such a bad spot. “Alright. I suppose we’ll have to take a rain check.” He patted Dream’s leg and got off of him, smiling and nodding to Wilbur.

Wilbur stood and picked up Dream, carrying him over to the couch and setting him beside Phil before sitting on Dream’s other side. Within a few seconds, Dream was being cradled by both Wilbur and Phil, them giving him the physical affection he needed after such a thorough wrecking.

“You did so well.” Wilbur praised, smiling gently at the man when he looked at him with bashful eyes.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. You took it like a champ!” Phil praised as well, wanting the younger man to know how proud they were.

Dream’s eyes shown with undeniable pride and happiness, even though felt rather flustered by all the attention. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil said, guiding Dream to rest his head in his lap. Will hoisted up Dream’s legs so he could lay out across both of them and drift off into a well deserved sleep.

“Anytime.”

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So I’m not completely back, but was in the writing mood. So y’all come get y’all food 💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!dream #ler!will #ler!wilbur #ler!philzaminecraft #ler!phil #dreamsmptickle #dsmpticklefic

[amitlee]

Baby Fire

Summary: BBH and baby Sapnap being a father and son pair.

Warnings: none

This is all platonic, you beasts

DadBoyHalo enjoyers come get y’all food

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“Come here, you little muffin head!” Bad called to his son. They were currently engaged in a game of chase.

Sapnap was close to hysterical, the small child just barely managing to stay on his feet. “Nohoho!”

He spared a glance behind himself and found that Bad was much closer than he’d anticipated. With a squeal, he ran faster, ending up on one side of the kitchen table with Bad on the other side.

When Bad would move one way, Sapnap would move the opposite way. It seemed they were at a standstill.

“Well well well.” Bad said, grinning at his son’s giggles. “What do we have here?”

“Nothing!” The younger pressed. “Nothing and no one. You better go look somewhere else!”

Bad chuckled simi-darkly, “You should’ve kept running, little one.” With a quick leap, he went over the table. He landed gracefully beside Sapnap and promptly took the 8 year old in his arms.

Bad barely had to hold on as Sapnap tried to hide himself in his fathers chest. “Got’cha!”

Sapnap couldn’t even hope to silence his bubbly, childlike laughter. Especially when Bad poised his hand in a claw shape right above his unprotected stomach.

The child curled up in the bridal hold he was in, covering his torso with his arms. “Papa! Nohoho, no tihickles!”

Bad walked over to the living room, where there were less breakable items. “No tickles? I think you mean more tickles. Don’t worry, son, I’ll help!” He softly spidered his dull claws on Sapnap’s belly. The result was sweet giggles that made Bad’s heart melt down to the very core.

“PAHAhahapaha!” Sapnap squealed, his weak defenses quickly crumbled as he gave into the instinct to catch the offending hand.

“Yes?” Bad responded. The question lilted his voice, making it sound all the more flusteringly teasing.

In between his rapid giggles, Sapnap was able to respond, “Ihihit tihihickles!”

Bad cooed, “Awww! I know, Sapling. But what about this?”

Bad had to bend down a bit to reach Sapnap’s neck, but was able to blow a long lasting raspberry.

The child’s giggles doubled for the duration, squeaks intermingling.

“EEEHEHehehe! Nohohot my neheheck, pahaHAPAHA NOHO-“

Bad blew another, relishing in the giggles that seemed to brighten the room.

Sapnap flailed his arms, accidentally hitting Bad. Now in reality, the hit felt more like a tap to Bad. But nonetheless, he gasped and collected his son’s hands in one of his own. He sat himself on the couch, Sapnap in his embrace.

Bad then placed his fingers at the base of Sapnap’s ribs, starting at the bottom. He wiggled one finger into the bone.

“One. Two. Three.”

Sapnap squealed, throwing his head back when Bad got to the middle of his rib cage.

“Pahahapa- NOHOHOHAHAHA!”

Bad had chosen that exact moment to skip the rest of the counting and drill his fingers into the boy’s hollows. They wiggled and scratched all along the sensitive surfaces.

He stopped soon after, setting himself and Sapnap on the couch and allowing the boy to cuddle into his side.

After a few moments, Bad felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Sapnap with a red flush to his cheeks and bashful smile. “Hello.” He said with a smile.

“Hi.” Sapnap said in a near whisper, giggles lacing his voice but otherwise contained.

Bad gave him a questioning look, “Did you need something, Sap?”

Sapnap pulled himself into Bad’s lap, resting his head in the crook of the demon’s neck. “Can- Can you do it again?”

Had Bad have had a heart any less strong, he would’ve died right there. He was filled with an intense feeling of love and admiration for his son. “Of course!”

Bad didn’t have the heart to go all out after already tickling the small child, so he decided that light tickling would be the answer.

To start, he traced claws on Sapnap’s back, letting the thin fabric glide as well. Sapnap giggled gently, relaxing into the touch but arching when Bad skimmed a particularly ticklish area. Bad decided to move to more ticklish areas.

Instead of kneading, he pinched. Instead of vibrating, he clawed. In place of squeezing, he scratched. All of his touches were very gentle, drawing out no more than giggles from Sapnap.

Sapnap was simply a puddle of giggles occasionally pierced by squeaks by the time he pushed away Bad’s hands.

“Good?” Bad asked. He pulled his son to lay on the couch.

Sapnap nodded tiredly and hesitantly placed his head in Bad’s lap, a smile still pulling at his lips. He turned on his side and cuddled into Bad.

Bad dropped a hand into his hair, rubbing lightly at his scalp. Causing Sapnap to melt even further into the touch and sigh contently, quickly falling asleep to the comforting sound of Bad’s purring.

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I wrote this in school 😼

@emmabloomo725

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!sapnap #Ler!bad #Ler!bbh #Ler!badboyhalo #dsmpticklefic

[amitlee]

hello there :) uhm would it be possible to do 10 and 14 (if that’s okay) with lee!techno and you can choose the ler! :)

Barriers

10. “Im not ticklish.”

Lee!Techno Ler!Ghostbur

I completely forgot to put 14 in there somewhere, but I kinda did 10! Also, sorry I left in my inbox for so long!

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“Technoblade! The most wonderful thing happened today!” Ghostbur enthusiastically explained. To his friend who was currently bent over farming potatoes. He doesn’t understand why he still grows the vegetable since the contest had been over for many months now.

Technoblade shot up from his bent over position having been startled from the unexpected voice. “Hello Ghostbur, I’m busy.” He said, now settling back down to continue his work. Don’t get him wrong, Ghostbur was a delight to have around, but the reminder of Wilbur was something he didn’t want at the moment.

The ghost’s smile never faltered as he went on to tell the hybrid about his day. The story was rather uninteresting, but Techno listened to the rambling as if it was background noise. He was mostly tuning it out until he heard a series of strange events begin to unfold.

“-so I threw him over my shoulder and his axe fell out of his hand, thankfully because you never kno-“

Techno cut him off with a raise of his hand. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about again?”

Ghostbur sighed impatiently and placed a hand on his hip, he looked like a disappointed mother. “I knew you weren’t listening. I’m talking about tickling Tommy.” He paused for a minute in thought before looking back to the hybrid. “Say Techno, are you ticklish?”

Techno froze for a split second but tried to act natural. “I’m not ticklish. At least I don’t think so. You were saying?” He willed the ghost to simply forget what he’d admitted.

Ghostbur didn’t forget. “You think?” He questioned with a curious gaze.

“Yep.”

The younger man hummed in thought. Techno seemed like he wanted to be left alone, but he was intrigued at this point and tasered the man’s sides without a second thought.

Techno expected him to try and had attempted to ready himself for the oncoming sensation. He managed to stifle his reactions except for the physical twitch of his body. He cleared his throat, “See, not ticklish.”

“No wait, let me try again. Here, turn towards me.”

“I really don’t think that’s the best ide-“

“It is, I promise it is. Now turn”

The eldest sighed and turned as ordered. He was now looking up at Ghostbur, who kneeled in front of the man and set his hands on his sides before pausing.

“Just tell me if you really want me to stop, okay? But don’t worry, it should be fun.” The ghost said with a reassuring smile.

Techno had never been the best at eye contact, it was strangely intimate. His eyes shifted from the ground to his hands, only occasionally sneaking glances at his acquaintance.

The sensation was strange to say the least. Ghostbur was very gentle in general, it seemed to carry over to his touches as well. While it usually took more pressure to get any significant reactions from the warrior, tingles erupted from the areas the ghost touched.

He was unsure of if he should hold his reactions back. After all, he did have a reputation to keep up. But Ghostbur was so nice and whatever was going on with his hands definitely added onto the feeling.

Noticing the lack of response he was getting, Ghostbur moved his hands to now scribble a little firmer on the hybrid’s stomach.

The change was immediate. On Techno’s end, the feeling was stronger and more satisfying than it was before. It now drew huffs of laughter that bordered into titters when Ghostbur skimmed over a particularly bad spot. On Ghostbur’s end, he saw a small change, but it was all he needed. Now motivated with the knowledge that Technoblade was at least a little ticklish, he continued.

His hands drifted downwards to Techno’s hips as he kept up the firm yet gentle scribbling. As he got lower, Techno’s squirming became apparent and he let out slightly muffled titters. By the time Ghostbur’s hands made contact with Techno’s hips, the restricted laughter became more unfiltered.

“Ohohokay, you gohot me Ghohohostbur. You can stohop now.” Techno uncharacteristically giggled out. He didn’t want it to stop, but was unsure of what to do with himself at the moment.

Ghostbur slowed to a stop, not wanting to overstep but clearly disappointed. “We were just getting into it! Do I really have to stop?”

Techno was much better at masking his emotions than his companion and was able to seem somewhat nonchalant in his reply. “I guess you can keep goin’ if you want to. But you aren’t going to get much more than this.”

Whatever repressed embarrassment he felt was overshadowed by the look of pure excitement on Ghostbur’s face.

The excitement transpired into his touches as he went back to the man’s hips and tried squeezing instead. It worked like a charm, having caught him off guard. The shock caused Technoblade to fall onto his back, Ghostbur following suit and not being affected by the change in position. If anything, he had access to more exposed areas. He continued the light hearted assault of gentle squeezes, the grip on Techno’s hips keeping him pinned on his back.

The touches stayed the same, an unyielding flurry. Another consistency was the silence from Ghostbur, making Techno’s laughter the only sound. Even though he hadn’t been flustered by previous teasing, the silence seemed to have a completely different affect.

“SAHAhay sohomething!” Techno practically squawked out. He was surprised at the amount of strength Ghostbur had, he had no trouble holding the warrior in place.

Ghostbur honestly hadn’t meant to stay quiet at all, he simply got lost in thought and concentration. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with the outcome, however, and couldn’t help but be a little smug.

“Like what?” Ghostbur asked. “Like how fun this is? I’m having so much fun with you, Technoblade! I think your laugh is as bright as the sun, and I’ve gotten pretty close to the sun, so I’d know.”

Ghostbur decided that getting to watch the normally stoic Technoblade hide his face and emit muffled giggles was one of his new favorite things. And it would definitely be worth whatever revenge was surely coming his way. As the idea of revenge came into his mind, he couldn’t help but lose some of the small ler mood he’d developed. But, there was still a chance to tire the piglin hybrid out enough to at least hold off revenge for the near future.

The ghost thought long and hard about how to tire him out without overdoing it and overstepping any unknown boundaries. He didn’t remember ever seeing Techno being tickled. But, he did recall seeing Phil scratch behind his ears, Techno leaned into the touch and smiled every time.

He noticed Techno starting to squirm more and being his hands near the ghost’s. Having no other bright ideas, he stopped the tickles on his hips, and brought his hands to the man’s ears. He began gently scratching behind them towards the base, similar to what he’d seen.

The reaction was small, but the ghost found it incredibly endearing. Techno leaned into the touch, as expected, his hands came to hold Ghostbur’s forearms but didn’t try to pull him away. Instead, he let out occasional huffs of air through his nose and grinned widely. His eyes closed and he closely resembled a happy cat.

Ghostbur repressed any verbal reactions as to not disturb Techno in such a vulnerable state. But when the man started to stur, he slipped a hand away from his ears and let it gently scratch around his stomach.

Now with gentle tickling on both his stomach and ear, Techno all but melted. The occasional huffs were replaced with much bouncier chuckles. The feelings were not overwhelming in the slightest for him, quite the opposite actually, as they left him feeling relaxed and wanting a nap.

Techno opened his eyes and looked at Ghostbur with a dazed but undeniably happy look on his face. Ghostbur had stopped the tickling earlier than he had planned, he recognized that he’d accidentally melted Techno before doing any real wrecking. But they were both satisfied.

Once Ghostbur had moved from his hips, Techno sat up. He looked to where he was previously laying and saw the smushed crops that would undoubtedly need to be replanted. He looked back to his friend, “I’m going to get you back for that in particular.” He teased light heartedly but there was no mistaking the statement for a lie.

Ghostbur gave a sheepish smile, “But not now though?” He questioned, not really minding either way.

“Nope. You’ll live to see tomorrow, maybe.” He shot his eyes back to the ghost at the last part with a playful glint in them. But his posture remained relaxed and there was still the nagging need for rest. He stood up and began making his way to his house. “I think I’m goin’ to go sleep now, thanks for that or whatever.”

Ghostbur scrambled to his feet as well and looked after the already walking hybrid. “Can I come too?” He called after him.

Techno gave a sarcastically exaggerated sigh and turned his head to look back as Ghostbur, “I suppose.” He let out another chuckle when Ghostbur cheered and ran up to join him at his side. Ghostbur had broken a barrier by the physical contact and the tension present in thier first moments together was long gone.

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I’m soft.

I also just finished state testing!!! Whoooo! In total, this past week I tested for about 11 hours...ouch. But I’m glad I got it done and I think I did pretty good!

Anyways, super sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long, I just couldn’t think of what to put. I really like how this turned out though and I hope you do too! 💕💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!technoblade #lee!techno #Ler!ghostbur #dreamsmptickle #dsmpticklefic

[amitlee]

Get off My Wall (Drabble #3)

Warnings: swearing

Summary: this post right here

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“Get your fucking foot off my wall.” Tubbo told Tommy for the third time. Giving him a gentle slap to the leg.

Tommy laughed, ignoring him and continuing to keep up his chaotic persona.

Tubbo gasped when Tommy moved his leg to reveal a mark of dirt on the wall. “Tommy!”

Tommy turned towards Tubbo, looking at him confused. “What?” He followed Tubbo’s eyes to the dirt. “Oh shit.”

Tubbo gave him a dirty look, placing a hand on his hip. “Yeah, oh shit. Get your foot down, idiot.” He said playfully, but wanting Tommy to get his shoes off the wall.

Tommy reached down and rubbed the spot off before putting his legs back where they were and looking back to the stream.

Ranboo looked at both of his friends, he would be stuck directly in the crossfire if anything were to happen. He sighed, “Tommy.” He said knowingly.

Tommy whined, “Whaaatt- oh come on.” He knew what they meant, of course. But he didn’t really see the appeal of getting down from his fun perch on the wall to go sit back down.

“Tommy. Down, now.” Tubbo demanded, now standing up from his chair.

Tommy smiled challengingly at the boy. “Tubbo. No.”

Tubbo grinned, “I really hoped you would say that.” He quickly climbed up the ladder leading to the loft and tackled Tommy so he was out of range from the camera.

He gathered Tommy’s hands in one of his own and pressed it to Tommy’s chest before immediately digging his fingers into Tommy’s unsuspecting sides.

Tommy burst into surprised giggles, squirming but not actually trying to get away. “TUHUhubo, nohohot thihis! Plehehease,” He giggled his heart out, a bright pink blush forming on his face.

“Not this? Hmm, what about this?” Tubbo said before crawling his hand up to Tommy’s ribs and pinching sporadically at the bones.

Tommy squealed, arching his back. “NOHOHO! NOHOT THAHAAA- NOHOT THAHAHAT!”

Tubbo sighed, feigning disappointment. “Pity, I really liked this spot.” He walked his fingers up until they rested just below Tommy’s armpits, one of the boy’s worst spots. “Are you sorry yet?” He asked.

Tommy thought for a moment before shaking his head no and promptly being thrown into anticipatory laughter. He turned his head to try and hide his blush with his shoulder.

Tubbo released Tommy’s hands, scuttling both of his hands to drill lightly into his hollows. “Tickle tickle, Toms.” He teased, keeping his pressure light enough to be very ticklish and very flustering.

Tommy screeched, his arms coming down to his sides and trying to get squirm from Tubbo. “TUHUBS! NOHOHOHOHAHAHA!”

Tommy tried to sit up so he would have better leverage, only for Tubbo to squeeze his hips and then skitter his nails on his lower back, making him want to fall back down to protect himself. And fall he did. He actually rolled right off the side of the ledge, incredibly thankful for the huge pile of blankets and pillows that had been piled up where the majority of his body landed.

After the initial shock, Tubbo and Ranboo burst into cackles. Ranboo going to check on Tommy while Tubbo fought to stand up from the force of his laughter.

“Oh my gohodness, are you alrihihight?” Ranboo asked, moving the blanket covering Tommy’s face.

Tommy was still a mess of giggles, now spurred on by his friend’s laughter as well. “He trihihied to kill mehehe!”

“In a video game!” Ranboo said, addressing the ongoing chat which was now flooded with awws and yells of concern.

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Thank you so much, @what-the-h0nkk , for letting me use this!

I hope you guys enjoyed💕, even though it was a rushed drabble. I was in the mood to write.

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #ticklecommunity #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #Ler!tubbo #dreamsmptickle #dsmpticklefic #dsmp tickle fic