#mcyt tickle fic

[strangleetomz]

brother’s antics

couldnt think of a better title. deal with it.

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy

and heres me PULLING A FIC OUT OF MY ASS!🗣️

apologies the clip this is based off of murdered my entire bloodline. im not okay /pos

i dont know rhe word count . i didnt put this into google docs i just know its long

“Well, I want to keep going, so..” Wilbur’s lips curled into a small smile as he spoke, trying to distract Tommy so he didn’t end stream.

“Oh really?” Tommy turned to face Wilbur, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, wait. Well I forgot it was all about you!”

“It is!” Wilbur smiled more now. Tommy laughed at this and turned away from Wilbur. “Shut up.”

A smirk on Wilbur’s face immediately appeared at this, and he brought both of his hands to Tommy’s side. He poked and dug his fingers on the spot, trying to shove down his smile.. and failing.

“aH- OH MY GOD!” Tommy yelled, keeping his arms protectively at his sides for a moment. “That could’ve ended me! That actually could’ve sended me into a reaction that could’ve ended me!”

Wilbur nodded and giggled quietly.

Then, he brought his hand up again and wiggled a finger against Tommy’s neck, making a little high pitched noise as he did so to tease Tommy a little.

Tommy jumped and pulled Wilbur’s hand away. “You know I don’t like when you poke me like that.”

The smirk never left Wilbur’s face, he waited until Tommy ended to do anything else.

So, when the stream ended..

“Why did you do that?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking at Wilbur with a glare full of false anger.

“Do what?” Wilbur questioned. He knew exactly what Tommy was talking about; He just wanted to hear Tommy say it.

“Wh- You know what! You literally just tickled me on stream! Infront of thousands of people!” Tommy sputtered, making hand gestures towards the computer screen.

“Oh, I did do that, didn’t I?” Wilbur bit back a giggle. “I thought that was pretty funny.”

“I didn’t!” Tommy argued.

“Really? ‘Cause I saw you smiling.” Wilbur smirked, propping his elbow up on the armrest so he could rest his chin on his hand.

“You were seeing things then.” Tommy huffed and glanced to the side. “I didn’t smile.”

There was a brief silence, a silence that worried Tommy in a way he’s been worried many times before. He looked at Wilbur again, fighting back a nervous smile.

Wilbur was looking straight at him with an evil, smug little smirk that Tommy knew all too well.

He hated it.

“Are you lying to me, Tommy?”

Tommy knew this tone as well; If anything he hated it more.

The way he felt the heat rise in his face, the blush creeping onto his face as he knew there was no getting out of this. The way it made butterflies erupt in his stomach, being enough to make giggles bubble in his throat. He tried his hardest to shove them down.

“..No?” Tommy wished he sounded more confident, because that tone was getting him nowhere.

“I think you are. And do you know what liars get, Tommy?” Wilbur scooted forward so he sat on the edge of his chair.

“Nothing!” Tommy moved his chair backwards. “They get nothing!”

“Oh, they get something, Tommy. And that something, Tommy, is a visit from a very, very good friend of mine.” Wilbur stood up. “Would you like to know what his name is?”

Tommy almost immediately burst into soft, nervous giggling. He covered his mouth and shook his head no.

“Too bad.” Wilbur chuckled, taking a step towards Tommy. Tommy stood up in preparation to run.

“His name… is… the TICKLE MONSTER!” Wilbur lunged towards Tommy, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s torso and digging his fingers into his sides.

“WihiHILBUHUR NOHOHO!” Tommy screamed, twisting and squirming in the brunette’s hold in a desperate attempt at escape. Wilbur was surprised when his brother had managed to escape and bolt out the door within a few seconds.

Wilbur ran after Tommy. “Come on, Tommy! The tickle monster only wants to play with you!”

“Shuhut uhuhup!” Tommy tried his best to run faster. His giggling slowed him down, and he was inevitably, carefully, tackled onto the couch. He shrieked.

“Did you think you could run from me? Really?” Wilbur was quick to pin Tommy down. “I thought you should know by now that no matter what you do, no matter how much you run, you won’t escape from the grasp of the tickle monster~!” Wilbur teased, smirking evilly. Though he looked at Tommy for silent consent, which was given, before scribbling his fingers up and down the teen’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! DohOHON’T!” Tommy jolted, his hands latching onto Wilbur’s wrists. This didn’t stop Wilbur, no.

“Don’t what?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, hoping Tommy would fall for it.

And fall for it he did.

“Tickle me- wAIT WAIT NONONO!” Tommy was cut off by his own shrieks of half-hearted pleading as Wilbur used one hand to spider and scribble all over the blonde’s tummy, the other pinching and kneading his hip.

“If you say so, man.” Wilbur chuckled. “Oh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you? Tickletickletickle!”

“StOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!” Tommy brought up his hands and hid his face behind his hands, not caring to fight back anymore.

“Oh? Why, Toms? Am I embarrassing you?” Wilbur’s smirk turned a little more playful now. He stopped tickling Tommy for a moment and held his hands up in the shape of claws, just barely above the blonde’s stomach.

“Watch out, Toms! I’m gonna getcha!” Wilbur giggled at the silliness of the situation. Tommy giggled from the anticipation that was absolutely killing him.

“Fuck off!” Tommy shoved Wilbur’s hands away.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice. I guess I’ll just have to do this..” Wilbur spoke as if pretending to be sad, and then grabbed Tommy’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He pushed Tommy’s shirt up a little to the center of Tommy’s stomach, fighting back giggles as he saw the way the boy’s sensitive skin quivered as Tommy only thought about what was going to happen.

“Come on, mahan. Don’t doho thihihis..” Tommy tried to plead but it was futile. Wilbur had made up his mind.

And he was pretty damn quick to lean down and blow a raspberry just above Tommy’s navel.

“WihIHILBUHUHUR! NOHOT THAHAHAT!” Tommy shrieked, squirming and twisting as best as he could underneath Wilbur.

“Yes that, Tommy!” The brunette chimed, bringing his hand to vibrate his fingers on the spaces between the younger’s ribs. “The tickle monster get’s hungry, you know. And his favorite food is raspberries, so..” He trailed off before planting another raspberry, this time above Tommy’s hip.

“FUCK! StoHOHOP!” There was a hint of genuineness in Tommy’s tone, which was enough for Wilbur to stop. Immediately.

He got off of Tommy and sat him up, gently rubbing his back in small circles to help soothe him. “You okay? I didn’t go too far, right?”

Tommy shook his head, and Wilbur sighed out of relief before hugging his brother. Tommy accepted the hug and melted in Wilbur’s arms.

“You had fun though, right?” Wilbur smiled, carding his hand through Tommy’s hand. He couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped past his lips when he felt Tommy nod. “Good. I’m glad.”

Wilbur could tell Tommy was dozing off a bit, so he lightly poked him in the side to wake him back up. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we still have to go back to my house, remember?”

Tommy barely understood a word Wilbur said. Wilbur didn’t mind.

Tommy would always enjoy his brother’s antics.

And Wilbur would always enjoy Tommy’s.. no matter how stupid they were.

#please the massive lee mood i gained from this because it required me rewatching the clip over and over . #strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #ler!wilbur #ler!wilbursoot #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle fic

[amitlee]

A New Beginning

Summary: Tommy would never pass up the opportunity to train with Techno. Actually, yes, yes he would.

Warnings: None

9 months later, and I’m back?

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Tommy stood strong, his posture tense and grip tight where he held the dull training sword. “Don’t go easy on me, Blade.” He said, though he knew it was futile. Techno was a beast of a man and as much as he hated to admit it, Tommy knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his ground against the warrior.

Techno huffed a laugh, “Don’t tempt me, kid.”He himself had no weapon, the whole point of the session being for Tommy to learn how to get hits in on opponents. However, he was clad in thick leather padding to soften the blows he hoped Tommy would be able to land on him. He stood in a relaxed fighting stance and pointed at the younger.

“Relax Tommy, you’ve got to be able to move swiftly. What you lack in strength, you need to make up for in agility.” He pointedly ignored the offended yell from the teen and continued instructing. “Remember the weak spots and use them to your advantage.” He began walking, circling around the teen and studying him. “Widen your stance, your legs should be even with your shoulders.” Techno instructed, gently guiding the boy to the right place.

“How am I supposed to go for weak spots when you don’t have any? You’re like a brick wall, man.” Tommy whined.

Techno huffed in amusement. “I never said it’d be easy, but everyone has weak points.” Techno stopped behind Tommy and tapped his sides with two fingers. “The abdomen is your best bet, it’s a big target and can be fatal.”

Tommy jolted at the touch, but managed to keep his form.

“The knees are a good spot as well,” Techno nudged the back of Tommy’s knees, catching the boy as he stumbled. Techno shot him a grin, “Hard to fight back if you’re not standing.” Hoisting Tommy back to his feet, Techno walked back to his original position in front of the boy.

“Prick.” Tommy muttered, rolling his shoulders and clearing his head.

Techno ignored the comment, instead motioning for Tommy to begin. The boy raised his weapon and stared at Techno, he took a breath and quickly moved forward. Techno matched his moves, dodging every attempt with practiced ease.

“Keep your arms to your side, Tom, you’re opening yourself up too much.” Techno explained, spinning behind the blond and prodding his ribs.

Tommy yelped and jumped away, facing Techno once again. “Hands to yourself, dick.” He scowled, narrowly missing another jab from the man in front of him.

Techno chuckled, “You gonna tell that to your opponents too?” He asked with a slight mocking tone. He danced around Tommy, leaving the boy to strike the air most times.

Tommy grunted, “Maybe I will.” He said, raising his sword once again in hopes of finally landing a hit. The moment he raised his arms, Technos hand shot to squeeze his exposed stomach, not stopping until Tommy wiggled away. “Stohohop, that isn’t fair!”

“All is fair in love and war.” Techno responded, allowing Tommy to hit his hand that was reaching out to tickle him. “There you go, kid, keep doing that.”

Tommy tried to ignore the blush that heated his cheeks in hopes it would help him regain some composure. He pulled his arms close to his sides and leveled the sword, protecting most of his upper body from Technos mischievous fingers.

Techno continued to circle around the boy, noting Tommys mistakes and tickling him into fixing them. As the day went on, Tommy dissolved into near constant giggling and gave up attacking Techno in order to be in full defense.

“Yohohou- Yohohou’re such a prihick.” Tommy giggled breathlessly. He squealed as Techno reached towards him with both hands. Tommy weakly hit his shoulder with the dull sword, his victory cut short as Techno shoved both hands under his arms and wiggled his fingers. Tommy screeched and dropped his sword, collapsing onto Techno entirely.

“Oh, bad move Tommy.” Techno tsked. “The two biggest rules of fighting; Never drop your weapon and never fall down.”

Tommy gripped Technos arms and his whole body shaking with laughter after having been in anticipation for the entire session. “YOHOHOhou’re cheheheheating!”

“All is fair in love an-“

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Tommy screeched, effectively cutting Techno off.

Techno knelt to the floor, taking Tommy down with him. “Someone needs to learn to respect their elders.” Techno reprimanded, ruthlessly tickling Tommy’s ribs and moving his shirt up to blow a raspberry on his stomach. He’d barely leaned down to do it before Tommy realized what was happening and his fighting returned full force.

“NO! NOHOhoho, gehehet away! Gehehehet awahahay from mehehe!” Tommy yelled through uncontrollable giggles. He twisted left and right for a moment before Techno pinned his hips to the ground below.

“Stay still Tommy, this may tickle a little.” Techno drawled, taking his sweet time bringing his head to Tommy’s belly. His long hair swept along the sensitive skin, causing the boy's giggles to raise in pitch.

“I cahahan’t! I didn’t even doho anything!” Tommy gasped as he felt Technos breath flutter across his tummy.

Techno took a big, dramatic breath and listened to Tommy dissolve into nervous titters. He waited for a moment, just long enough for Tommy to let his guard down in confusion.

“What are yOU-“ Tommy cut himself off with a screech, the ticklish vibrations spreading through his system like a wildfire. “TEHEHEHECH!”

Techno blew another raspberry, sending Tommy into squeaking laughter. Techno leaned back up, watching fondly at the kid below him as Tommy giggled himself silly.

“Ihihi-“ Tommy breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around his torso protectively. “Ihihi’m never training wihihith you again.” He declared, fully relaxing into the ground.

Techno hummed, “That’s too bad, we’re training again tomorrow.” He put his arms under Tommy and lifted the boy up. He shuffled for a moment before beginning the short journey back to his house.

Tommy leaned his head on Techno’s shoulder, going boneless in the man’s hold. “Not if you’re going to do that again.” He said softly.

“Well, you’ll have to learn to fight me off, won’t you?” Techno answered smugly.

Tommy whined, “You’re so mean to me.” He said jokingly, nudging Techno with his head. He soon relaxed again as Techno began carding his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp relaxingly.

Techno made a noise in affirmative, “So, so mean.” He agreed.

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Not my best work, but a fic is a fic and Tommy and Techno never fail to be a good pairing. Fun fact, I was going to title this “I’ve been gone for far too long”, but couldn’t figure out how to fit the title in and make it make sense.

So uh…9 months huh? I’m not dead so that has to count for something. I still don’t have discord and don’t plan on downloading it back for now, I just felt drawn to come back even if it’s just for a little bit. I’ve seen all the sweet messages on tumblr and I want you all to know that I appreciate them💕💕

#mcyt tickle #ticklecommunity #tickle fic #mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle fic #lee!tommyinnit #lee!tommy #ler!techno #ler!technoblade

[sleepy--anon]

Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

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

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

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

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wishitweresummer]

Hiccups (Sapnap x Y/N)

Word count: 621

Hey guys! Remember when I asked if anyone wanted a self-insert Sapnap tickle fic and then never ever brought it up again…here it is!

You’re the lee…good luck! <3

I narrow my eyes at Sapnap from across the dining table, swallowing hard and dropping the now-empty sugar packet between us. Then...I hiccup again. We let out a groan at the same time.

I've had the hiccups for about fifteen minutes now and we've been trying to get rid of them. We started with some little breathing exercises, then he held me in a hand stand. We moved on to chugging water and now eating some sugar. Nothing seems to work.

"Honestly, you need to shut up it's so annoying.", he says. I respond with a hiccup, ignoring his fake aggression.

"Is there anything we haven't tried?".

"Actually, wait! We can get back to that in a second, I gotta tell you something. “, Sapnap stares at me until he’s sure he has my attention. “So, yesterday I was walking into the- BOO!!!", he jumps up suddenly as he yells, causing his chair to fall back and me to jump in surprise a little. "Did I scare you?".

"I mean, yeah.", I say, then hiccup. “You’re an idiot.”. He throws his hands up and stands there for a moment, but then starts to walk around the table towards me.

"That's it. Get up.", he speaks sternly.

"Huh?".

"Get up.".

I stand up, but gasp painfully as he quickly grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey hey -hic- hey!", I yell. He walks to the couch and throws me down on my back. “Sapnap!!”. Before I can stop him, he grabs my sides roughly and shakes me by them, causing me to squeal out and squirm under his hold, my hands trying to push his away. "No!!!", but he does anyway. He starts to tickle my sides and I throw my head back, hiccuping loudly through my laughter. “Stop!!!”.

"I'm going to tickle them away!".

"Please! You're -hic- just punishing -hic- me!", I sputter out through my laughter. My hiccups seem to be getting worse. I twist and keep trying to throw his hands off. He jerks his hands up and tickles roughly at my rib cage, sending a ticklish jolt through my body. "No!! No please!", I squeal and laugh. I feel a hot blush take over my nose and cheeks as I have to resort to begging. Sapnap doesn’t listen.

Soon, another hiccup slips out between my laughter and his tickling becomes rougher. He moves one hand to my side and the other to that spot above my knee on my thigh. I cry out and slip into hysterical laughter, my hands pushing at his body and hands and the couch and anything I can get them on. My body convulses against my will at the ticklish touch. He's silent and smirking as he tortures me, clearly enjoying himself.

In an attempt to get away, I flip onto my stomach…which is a huge mistake. He straddles my back and continues the tickling. Poking at my back and sides, squeezing at my shoulders and my hips. His hands are everywhere. I gasp and laugh and squeak and squirm.

"Okay!! I can't take it!!". I squeeze my eyes shut as I struggle under his weight, feeling myself get lost to the feeling. I’m completely helpless now.

“I’m helping you.”, Sapnap leans in a little to tease the words right into my ear. I can’t help my embarrassing squeal.

"No more!". More tickling. "Please!". Even more tickling. "Oh my god!". Merciless tickling.

I gasp out as it suddenly stops and his weight moves off of me. I lay on the couch limp, gasping for breath. I roll over after a few seconds to see his smiling face.

"You have been cured!", he declares.

#ler!sapnap #self insert tickle #self insert #mcyt tickle #sapnap tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt fluff

[someone1348]

This is a short one from Tommy's newest video! The sleepover one! So if you haven't watched it yet I suggest doing that before reading this one because it will make more sense

The people in this: Ler!Niki, Lee!Tommy

Tw: Language, other than that none this is incredibly soft!

This Strictly Platonic!! Thank you :]

And with all of that being said I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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There she is!, Rawr!

Honestly Niki didn't really know how she ended up here but when you're friends with someone as convincing as Tommyinit you're bound to end up in a bunch of crazy yet fun things

So one sparkling blue eyed please later and she's painting someone's nails at Tommy's house for a sleepover vlog! She wasn't going to stay the night, and apparently neither was Jack but for what it was worth she had a great time!

There were some prank calls, late night outings, nail painting and more. They streamed for a bit too twice within the night but the vlog was mainly done after the streams! The behind the scenes.

While Niki was talking to Ranboo Tommy started filming her;

"Im gonna Zoom on you" He zoomed the camera in on her face

"I'm just gonna fuckin' Zoom like that, Oh fuck!"

"Oh fuck she's so powerful!" All while Niki is just starting into the lens,

"She's so fucking strong!"

Niki began to smile as Tommy zoomed out a bit, the two of them having fun.

"Oh Fuck! At any given moment she'll devour us aAAA-"

"RAWR!" Niki not only moved towards the camera but she pounced on the blonde as well sitting on top of his legs with a smile

"Niki! H-hold on! What are you doing?!"

"Devouring you! Like you said I would, hehe I've got you now Tommy!" Her smile only grew as she darted her hands down scribbling all along the length of his sides

"NIhihiKI!" Tommy dropped the camera so it was just a black screen for a bit before Jack picked it up and continued filming

"Yes Tommy~"

"PleheHEaSE!"

"Please what Toms, It's hard to hear you over all the giggles"

"OH cOHohMe oN you KnohOHO-NOHOHO NIKI NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

"Rwar!! Hehe!" Niki giggled with him playfully while wiggling her tickly fingers all over Tommy's ticklish stomach.

"IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Good! Good! It's supposed to! I am the tickle monster after all!" She stated before inhaling sharply preparing before blowing a gaint raspberry right in the center of his stomach

"WAiT! WAIT NIKIHIHIHIHI! HAHAHAHA!"

She shook her head as well so her hair would tickle him too while she blew the raspberry

"OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCHEHEHEY"

She stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles and getting off of him, giving him a hand up before ruffling his hair.

"I told you, she'd devour us all! Quick! Save your selves!"

Everyone laughed before they continued with their normal antics trying to make a human triangle and all that.

"Maybe let's not keep that bit in the video"

"Which one, the zooming in bit or you getting tickled half to death" Ranboo said with a smirk

"Shuhut up man! You know the ahanswer to that!"

"Ticklishinnit"

"Ughhh you are all so embarrassing!"

"Whatever you say giggles"

"Nikii!!"

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I know this was shorter than normal but I still hope you like it! This is your reminder to go get some water, stay hydrated, get yourself something yummy to eat too, Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Remember that you are enough and that I am extremely proud of you! We all are! Have a great day my friends!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #ler!niki #ler!nihachu #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #dream smp tickle #dreamsmp tickle fic

[the-tickly-faerie]

Hi! So maybe ranboos being a little sassy pants so tubbo goes after his toe beans? Feel free to ignore <3

Toe beans!

a/n holy moly this was from last year oops! I hope this is good! 

Warning Feet tickles

Ranboo was in a very flustering situation. Tubbo’s hand was hovering and wiggling right over his toe beans, a very ticklish spot. Tubbo had a mean grin on his face, Ranboo could feel his face go red. 

“This could have been avoided Ranboo. But noooo you decided to keep bugging me” 

Ranboo was in a very bad lee mood, which motivated the behavior, but Ranboo wasn’t going down without a fight. 

“But it’s so fun bugging you! You jumped so high when I scared you! How could I not Tubbo?” Tubbo’s grin got wider, he decided to ask the unfair question that was Ranboo’s demise.

“Oh Ranboo, I was going to be nice and just tickle you. But now since you decided to sass me, I guess you will just have to ask,” Tubbo teased. When this was said, Ranboo could feel the butterflies in tummy triple in amount. That was a mean move, Tubbo knows how Ranboo could not say tickle for the life of him. Ranboo, not saying anything, shakes his head to give Tubbo a silent no.

“Come on Boo you decided to sass, so you can say tickle. We both know that's what you want. Just say the magic word~” Tubbo gave a quick poke to the adorable toe beans to tease the poor flustered lee. This of course got a squirm and a little gasp.

“Tubboooo,” Ranboo whined, the squirming increased. 

“You know what you have to do to get tickles little lee.” Ranboo put his hands on his face, he knew what he had to do. All he was doing now was just pushing back the inevitable. Frankly he just wants to get tickled. He took a deep breath and decided to finally ask.

“Tubbo could you um tickle me,” it was said so quietly Tubbo could almost barely hear it, he had half a mind to make him ask again but he isn’t that mean. 

“Aww thank you for asking so nicely Ranboo, you asked so well! I’m so proud of you.” And just as promised Tubbo slowly brought his hand down, right above Ranboo’s foot. “I can’t wait to tickle those toe beans Ranboo.” After a second, Tubbo started scribbling over ranboo’s toe beans.

This immediately made Ranboo squeal, it felt like the anticipation made everything more sensitive. Ranboo was laughing so hard, his toe beans was one of his worse spots.

“Tubbohohoho.” 

“Yes giggly bean?” Ranboo didn’t respond, to busy laughing. Tubbo then switched to a soft tracing. Trancing every toe very slowly. Which made Ranboo’s laughter switch to giggling. Tubbo knows Ranboo could only handle rough tickles for a little and soft tickles was better for him. Plus Tubbo loves to hear Ranboo’s giggles. His giggles had little snorts and hiccups mixed in. It was so cute. 

“Tubbohohoh it ticklehehehes” 

“Well it’s supposed too silly!” Tubbo could see that Ranboo was getting close to his max, so he decided to make it a grand finale. He started scribbling all of his toes again, switching from feet to feet. Ranboo’s laugh came out full force and he was wiggling like there was no tomorrow. Ranboo couldn’t formulate sentences and even words, his brain felt too mushy and buzzy. Tubbo decided to bring out his worst weapon, raspberries. Tubbo took a large breath in and blew a giant tickly raspberry on the biggest toe bean. Ranboo’s laugh rose in pitch and he arched his back. Once the raspberry ended he laid on the floor limp giggling. Totally tuckered out. Tubbo smiled and rubbed his friend's feet to get rid of the tickly feeling. After a couple minutes ranboo’s giggles ended but he still laid on the floor. 

“You doing good there Boo?” the boy answered with a thumbs up, he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Tubbo decided to put on a movie so that both could relax.

#lee!ranboo #ler!tubbo #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickling #mcyt tickle fic #Tickling #tickle fic

[theraspberryler]

Pretty Bird

Summary: Grian’s been slacking on taking care of his wings, but luckily Scar’s there to make all of his problems go away!

Contents/Warnings: LOTS of hurt/comfort, panic attack (not too detailed, but definitely there), winged!Grian, tickles

ULTRA SUPER PLATONIC!! 

Word count: 3,293 (wow, I’m impressed)

I was originally writing something short and sweet to get back into the swing of things but,,, I got a little carried away lmao

also, I didn’t beta read this, so I’m sorry if there’s a lot of mistakes.

It was a nice summer evening, the sun just beginning to set. With the sun no longer heavily glaring down at the citizens of hermitcraft, the temperature settled down to a comfortable warm state. The few remaining trees throughout the spawn area gently swayed in the light breeze, and the remaining glow of the sun highlighted the already impressive builds littered around with an almost ethereal glow. 

Scar, deciding to take advantage of the beauty while there was still some sunlight present, wandered about along the various pathways and bridges throughout the town, admiring the creations of his peers. He had no real plan or destination in mind, he just walked and took in all of the changes and additions the hermits had made since the last time he had the chance to look around.

It was unusually quiet, especially for one of the most densely populated areas of Hermitcraft - the only sounds being that of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees, the water flowing through the river that split the little civilization, Scars footsteps, and the faint jingle of a bell attached to the collar of a particular feline, that had decided to tag along for Scars impromptu walk.

That was, until Scar heard the footsteps of someone else coming from behind, traveling at a much faster pace than his own. Turning around, he was able to put his arms out just in time to keep the hurried hermit from crashing straight into him.

“Whoa there, what’s got you in such a hurry?”

With the sun's light fading quick, Scar’s eyes took a moment to adjust and process what was in front of him. But as soon as his brain caught up with his eyes, concern tore through his body.

Right there, practically in his arms, was a very distraught Grian, to say the least. He was hunched forward on himself, as if to make himself appear smaller. His breathing was quick and erratic, his entire body wracked with tremors. He refused to look Scar in the face, and had his wings folded tightly down and behind himself. 

Scar, taking special care not to spook the avian any further, gently placed his hands on Grian’s shoulders, trying to look him in the eyes.

“Grian? Hey, Gri, can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you in danger?” While Scar didn’t want to overwhelm Grian, he wanted to first make sure that there were no phantoms chasing after the other, or some other threat. 

Grian managed to shake his head no, which caused Scar to relax slightly, before Grian began to shake even more, his breathing speeding up further, gasping breaths breaking it apart.

“I-I- I haven’t b-been taking care of them very well b-before, a-a-and then they o-only got worse, and I couldn’t fix it on my own so I j-just ignored it, a-and it kept getting worse, a-and it started to hurt to try and do a-anything with them, a-a-and there were some zombies, a-and I knew I couldn’t fight them a-all, so I tries to f-fly away, but I-I couldn’t, and the harder I tried the more it hurt-”

Scars mind was reeling, he tried to follow along with Grian’s story, but he had no clue what he was talking about.

“Hey, hey G, deep breaths, yeah? I don’t know what happened, but you’re safe now. Let’s just breathe for a moment, then we can figure out what’s going on, okay? How does that sound?”

Grian nodded his head jerkily in response, hands shaking as he reached up to grab onto the front of Scars robe, clinging to it tightly. Scar crouched down so he was level with Grian, and he pulled the smaller boy closer to him, guiding his head toward his chest.

Grian didn’t try to fight Scar at all, allowing him to guide Grian through the same breathing exercises that Mumbo taught him a while back. Grian closed his eyes and focused into Scar’s gently spoken instructions, and the way his chest rumbled with each word.

After a while of Scar cradling Grian against himself in the middle of some pathway, the sunlight having long disappeared, Grian had calmed down considerably. His breath still shook occasionally, but it was still miles better from where it had been. 

Scar slowly pulled back, letting Grian continue to cling onto him, but pulled back enough to observe the other, then their surroundings.

“Well,,, my base is closer than yours is, how about we both head there, G?” Scar still needed to figure out what happened, and determine if Grian needed medical attention, but he knew he couldn’t do much without any light, and the promise of mobs that the darkness brought with it further encouraged him they needed to get inside.

Grian nodded in response, a quiet “okay” being the first word he said since rambling to Scar before. He pulled himself away from Scar, only to wince in response to the movement. Grian’s reaction sent a ping of worry down Scars spine, but after confirming that Grian was capable of walking the short distance on his own continued pressing on toward his base, knowing that was the best place for Grian to be. 

The entire walk was completely silent from both parties.

As they made it to Scar’s front door, Scar practically kicked the door in, flicking on the lights. Once the door was slammed closed, he turned his attention back to Grian.

“Gri? Could you tell me where you’re hurt?” Scar kept his voice as soft and sweet as possible.

Grian stared down at the floor for a moment, before peeking up at Scar briefly, only to turn his head away. However, the quick turn caused him to wince again, letting out a low whine. 

“I- I’m not really hurt- I don’t have, like, an injury or anything.” Grian paused for a moment, and Scar tried to pick apart what that could mean before Grian spoke up again.

“I-I’ve j-just been having some, issues with my wings lately.” Alright, that began to make more sense to Scar. It explained why Grian was having difficulty flying like he’d told Scar before in his panic, but it still didn’t help him figure out what to do, or how to help. 

“What kind of issues, G? Should I go get someone to look at them?” Grian tensed up at this, wincing soon after from the pull on his wings. Still, he reached out to Scar and held onto him like he was going to leave, some of the shaking coming back.

“No! N-no, there’s no need to bother anyone else.”Scars eyes widened at the sudden display of panic, quickly going to comfort the other. 

“Okay, Okay, it’s alright. I won’t get anyone else. But you need to tell me what’s wrong, G, so I can help.” Scar went to wrap his arms around the smaller, but decided against it when he reminded himself that it was Grian’s wings that were hurting, and he didn’t want to risk touching them. He instead rested one hand on his shoulder, the other carefully carding his fingers through his blonde hair. 

This seemed to relax Grian, and he leaned into Scar’s presence. 

“O-okay.” Grian paused to swallow, and took a deep breath before starting again. 

“I-it’s r-really not that b-big of a deal. It’s- I just-” Pause. Breathe in, breathe out.

“Avians, and u-uh, most things with feathers and wings and whatever, have to take care of them. Like- making sure the feathers stay how they’re supposed to.” Even though Scar admittedly didn't know much about avians, or birds for that matter, he had a feeling he knew enough to understand where this was going. 

“A-and, if you, uh, d-don’t do that, they get all t-tangled, and messy, and bunched up. T-the feathers get stuck together and pull on eachother, and it h-hurts.I-if it gets bad enough, it can affect your ability to f-fly, and use them.” Grian let out another whimper, the embarrassment of not being able to take care of himself setting in, feeling pathetic having to come running to someone else for something avians were taught how to do when they were children. 

Scar leaned his head against Grian’s, rubbing his shoulder in what he hoped was a soothing manner, listening to Grian carefully.

“A-and, I-I know t-that I should of j-just gotten help, but I-I was s-stubborn a-a-and it got s-so much worse, and I feel s-so p-pathetic- I-I can’t even t-take c-c-care-”

Scar shushed Grian gently, rocking the both of them back and forth.

“Grian, hon, it’s okay. You’re not pathetic for letting something like that slip. While we’ve never had to upkeep wings before, plenty of us here on Hermitcraft will go much longer than we care to admit without taking care of ourselves. We still need our friends to help us out every once in a while.” Scar brushed his fingers through Grian’s hair again.

“It just happens that for you, it’s a bit harder to get back into the swing of things.” Grian took a long moment to take in what Scar told him, and Scar was content to continue to stand there and sway them back and forth, petting Grian’s messy blonde hair.

“Okay,” Grian mumbled into Scar’s chest, wrapping his arms around him.

“So,” Scar began after a moment of basking in each other’s presence and comfort. 

“How do we go about getting your wings back in shape?” He had a vague idea; he’s heard of preening before, and how it involved cleaning one’s wings and realigning the feathers and whatever - but he had no clue how to actually go about it. 

Grian went still at that, and Scar worried that maybe he should get someone who Grian knew a bit better.

“Should I get Mumbo to help you? I’m sure he’d do a great job.”

Grian shook his head into Scar’s chest, clenching his robe in his fists.

“N-no, you can do it. I-if you want to, of course! Y-you don’t have to!” Grian looked up at Scar’s face for the first time since they’d ran into each other on the path, and his big eyes looked up to Scar with worry. Worry that he’d gone too far, or stepped over some kind of boundary.

While Scar was still completely out of his element, he was pretty sure where Grian’s panic was coming from. He gave the other a small, kind smile, nodded his head.

“It’s okay, Gri, I’d love to help. I don’t really know how we should go about this though, so why don’t you lead the way?” 

Grian thought for a moment and then nodded, before grabbing Scar by the wrist and dragging him over to the couch. While he was initially shocked by the movement, Scar was glad to see Grian gaining at least a small amount of his usual confidence back.

Grian sat himself on the couch, dragging Scar down with him, he turned to the side, his back facing away from Scar, and Scar turned to face Grian accordingly. 

Grian peeked back at Scar over his shoulder, and Scar offered him a comforting smile. Grian returned it with a smaller one of his own, and turned his head forward before opening up his wings with a wince and a whimper, his wings now on display for Scar to see.

While Scar saw Grian’s wings quite literally every day, he never got the chance to see them like this, up so close. Even though the feathers were dirty and matted down, there was still some of the beautiful color and shine showing through, and the lantern light of the house made them glow. However, it was easy to see just how bad Grian’s wings had gotten, and looking at the mats and twists that the feathers were in, it was no wonder that they were causing Grian pain.

Not wanting to leave Grian guessing as to what he was doing, Scar rested a hand on his side, causing him to jump.

“Okay, Grian, you’re doing great. What do I do now?” Grian moved one of his hands to grab onto the one at his side.

“I-it’s fairly straight-forward, the main thing you have to do is untangle and move the feathers to where they naturally want to fall, and remove any that are falling out.” Scar nodded, even though no one could see him, and he kept his eyes glued to the wings in front of him, thinking through the best place to start.

“Alright, G. Ready for me to start then?” He nodded in response, holding his breath.

Before starting to work at the knots and tangles, Scar simply placed a head near the place he planned to start, allowing Grian to adjust to the touch. Grian let out a chirp that Scar would have cooed over in different circumstances, before relaxing again. 

Scar began to make his way through the mass of feathers methodically, taking more time on each feather than strictly necessary, in order to make sure he caused as little pain as possible. And while it was unavoidable with some particularly troublesome feathers, Grian soon relaxed further into the touch, going completely lax not long after Scar began.

As Scar got used to the process of untangling a mass of feathers, removing the loose ones, and then setting the rest back into place, he began to pick up the pace a little. He tuned the rest of the world out, only focusing on preening the wings at hand, and the sweet little chirps and peeps that occasionally came from the owner of said wings.

Grian was practically asleep before Scars nails accidentally swiped against the meat of one of the wings, causing Grian to let out a squawk and flap his wings around before they settled. Scar pulled his hands back in alarm, fearing that he’d hurt the avian. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Grian! I didn’t realize that your wings would still be so sore, I’m so-”

“Scar it’s fine, you didn’t hurt me! My wings are just- uh- sensitive.Yeah.” Grian wasn’t able to think of a good excuse in his hurry to reassure Scar that he didn’t hurt him, and he knew Scar wouldn’t buy it. 

Grian was absolutely correct, but Scar didn’t say anything more about it. While he was still slightly concerned, Grian’s tone was much more like the Grian he was used to, instead of the nervous and timid voice Grian had been using before. So, he didn’t push, and continued to sort through the feathers. He was getting close to being done, anyway; he had about half of the second wing left. 

As Scar straightened out the last few feathers, his curiosity got the best of him. He went back to the part of the wing that he accidentally grazed over - around the middle part closer to where they connected to Grian’s back - and grazed his nails over it again, making sure to stay gentle.

It startled Grian out of his relaxed, almost sleeping state, and he gasped and flapped his wings around again. However, that wasn’t what caught Scar’s attention.

No, instead Scar heard the tiny squeak that Grian let out, accompanied with a couple soft giggles before Grian was able to stop himself.

Scar was quiet for a moment, and Grian could feel a nervous, and maybe ever so slightly excited, energy flowing through him.

“Well, what do we have here, songbird?” Scar’s face was much closer to Grian’s all the sudden, and his voice was barely above a whisper. Grian let out another squeak, much to Scar’s enjoyment and his embarrassment.

“N-nothing! Scar, don’t!” However, Grian made little effort to get away from Scar, and he even still left his wings splayed out and open, right there for Scar to reach.

Noticing this, a fond smile stretched over Scar’s face, being able to read Grian's body language loud and clear. 

Scar leaned in toward Grian’s ear again, pulling the smaller against him and lowering his voice down an octave.

“You sure that’s what you want, songbird? Because these pretty little wings here seem to be inviting me in,” Grian let out a whine, his wings flapping for a moment before staying open once again, confirming Scar’s suspicions. 

Scar chuckled at the display shifting away from Grian to give him room.

“Those wings of yours sure do seem to be impatient, huh? Why don’t you go ahead and lay down, Gri?” Grian didn’t bother putting up a fight, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing he would have to endure if he didn’t. He laid down on his stomach, burying his face in his arms so he didn’t have to look at Scar. 

Scar sat himself on the backs of Grian’s thighs, cracking his knuckles to work Grian up even more. Grian was squirming around before Scar even did anything, and he took a moment to watch fondly before getting to work.

“Well, would you look at how pretty those wings of yours are. So shiny and pretty. What a pretty bird you are.” Scar began to just barely trace along Grian’s wings as he spoke.

Grian let out a delighted trill before he could even attempt to stop it, his struggling stopping at once, and quiet giggles flowing freely from his lips. 

Scar’s heart way as well melted on the spot, and he couldn’t help but coo more at the other.

“Well if you aren’t just the sweetest thing, hm? A pretty little birdy with some pretty little giggles.” More chirps and trills were what Scar got in response, the giggles raising in pitch. Putting a bit more pressure into his scribbling, Grian squealed before falling right back into another fit of squeaky giggles, his legs kicking out behind him to release more of his giddy energy.

Scar then moved his hands toward the inner parts of the wings, where he initially discovered this whole thing, and rubbed small circles into the muscles with his thumbs.

Grian hiccuped before loud laughter poured out of his mouth, his wings beginning to flap around without his permission. Fortunately, it did little to slow Scar down as there was little strength put into each flap. 

After listening to Grian’s chirping, trilling, squeaking, and laughing for a few seconds more, Scar changed his tactic once again to running his fingers through the soft feathers, going from the top down, before bringing his hands back up and repeating the motion. 

Grian went completely boneless at the light tickles, still giggling his little heart out as a result of both the tickles he was currently getting, and winding down from the previous ones. 

Scar’s fond expression never once dimmed, and while he kept one hand brushing through Grian’s feathers, the other went up to his hair.

“There we go, you feeling better now songbird?” Grian nodded sleepily, before adjusting himself and sitting up. Scar watched, confused for a brief moment, before Grian practically plopped himself right in his lap. Scar just chuckled and pulled him closer, moving Grian until they were facing chest to chest. Keeping Grian close, Scar laid back along the couch, so Grian was laying down on top of him. 

He returned his fingers back to Grian’s wings, keeping his touch light. Grian was giggling once again, barely audible and muffled into Scars robe.

Scar let out a content sigh, and he relaxed back into the cough himself, ready for the two of them to get some much deserved sleep.

Feeling Grian shift in his grasp, Scar opened his eyes only to see Grian’s eyes already on him. 

“Thank you Scar,” Grian whispered as he nuzzled back into his chest.

“For everything.”

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickles #hermitcraft tickle #lee!grian #ler!scar #ler!goodtimeswithscar

[bumbleleewrites]

Truth From A Piglin

Sequel to this fic from MCYTickletober 2021. I would very highly suggest reading that one first, because this one may be confusing without context.

TW: Intrusive thoughts (Techno's voices), brief mention of use of a weapon (hatchet). Some angst in the beginning but I promise it's soft in the end.

Summary: The aftermath of Techno being asked if he's ticklish during the Syndicate's casual evening gathering.

(DSMP) Lee!Techno, Ler!Phil, Ler!Niki, Ler!Ranboo

Word Count: 2.2k

I am so sorry for the long wait, anon! I was actually really excited to write this, but I was a very busy for a while. I have lots more free time now, though, which means I'll be posting more frequently and opening prompts again.

(Thank you @starlightrosa for helping me out with ideas, as well! :D)

“Techno!”

“Come here, Tech!”

“Answer the question!”

Techno's hooves clicked loudly against the deep emerald floor as he ran. Not far behind were the diabolical trio of Phil, Niki and Ranboo, chasing after him with devious grins. And no, he was not going to answer whether he was ticklish or not, thank you very much.

"If you don't tell us, we'll just have to find out for ourselves!" Phil sang.

Techno knew that. He also knew that answering would have the same result. A 'yes', and they'd surely test that information. A 'no', and they'd do the same. Techno's ticklishness was something he was glad to have kept well-hidden. It wasn't that he hated being tickled. He didn't mind it. He liked it, even, as long as it was with people he trusted. Rather, it was to protect his image. Maintaining his reputation as one of the most intimidating people on the server would be rather difficult if word got out that he could be reduced to laughter with a few mere touches. He let out a few pig-like grunts as he pulled himself up the ladder to the trap door leading to the outside. He shook his head. Why had he chosen to run? Lying would have been much easier, and much less obvious. He unlocked the trap door and pushed it open, hoisting himself out and closing it behind him. As soon as he did, a gust of cold wind hit him, ruffling his white silk shirt and blowing his long pink hair into his face. He brushed it away so he could see, then took off into the dense woods. Snowflakes pelted him as he ran, and his hooves pressed prints into the covered ground below. He ducked and dodged trees clumsily, gritting his teeth as he collided with their needled branches. Techno's lungs began to tire, filled with sharp, pine-scented arctic air. He sat down where he was, watching his rapid breaths turn into clouds of mist that danced in the moonlight. He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. 

What the hell was he doing? Why did he have to come tonight? He knew it would be a mistake. This was the last time he'd allow himself to be this vulnerable. He gritted his teeth as the voices spoke up.

They're your friends.

Aw, did you run away? Hah! Coward.

Not safe, not safe.

"Techno!" He heard someone call. He lifted his head and made out three figures standing near the trap door. "Techno, are you out here?" Ranboo yelled again.

Techno bit his lip and rested his forehead against his knees, remaining silent. The crunching of snow grew louder along with the group's shouting as they followed Techno's footprints, squinin to make them out in the dark. 

"Techno?" Niki sounded rather close to him now. Too close. He brushed his fingers over the blade of the small netherite hatchet he had on his belt. He gripped its handle.

Stop.

Danger.

They're your friends.

Blood.

"He's here!"

Techno immediately relaxed his hand, looking up wide-eyed at Phil who was rushing towards him. The other two followed behind him, but kept their distance.

"Tech," Phil began, his eyes filled with concern, "You alright, mate?"

The other man exhaled with a rueful smile. He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Do you want to come back? We-" Phil saw Techno start to shift uncomfortably. "We don't have to keep playing. We'll drop it, okay?"

"Okay," Techno sighed. He slowly stood, shivering as he was released from his warm cocoon of body heat. He tried to shake off the snow that had landed on his head, but some of it slid under his shirt and down his back. He grumbled.

"I've got him! We're coming back. You two go on," Phil called out to Niki and Ranboo, who nodded at him and started walking back towards the bunker. 

Techno shuffled towards Phil, who smiled and wrapped an arm around him. The piglin rolled his eyes, but leaned into him nonetheless. They followed the path of snowy footsteps towards the door without speaking a single word, though Phil shot Techno many worried glances. When they finally reached their destination, Phil opened the trap door and directed the other to enter. He complied and made his way down the ladder before landing on the tile. The avian followed suit.

Techno scanned the room. Niki and Ranboo were back at the other end of the room, with their blankets draped over their laps. The enderman hybrid was staring at the wall, expressionless. The baker made eye contact, her gaze sympathetic. Techno felt a hand rest on his shoulder, and he allowed Phil to guide him to the group. The former sat first. Phil took his place next to him, not before dragging over his quilt that was laying on the floor and draping it over his own lap.

There was a pause. Everyone stared at the floor uncomfortably for a moment, before the crow hybrid spoke up.

"Hey, I know! It's kind of spooky outside, with the howling wind and all," he began, emphasizing the 'howling wind' with a gesture of his hand. "Why don't we tell scary stories?"

Ranboo shrugged, and Techno did the same. However, Niki's eyes lit up.

"You have something you want to share, Niki?" Techno inquired, raising an eyebrow with a bemused smile.

She hesitated then nodded. "Well, I do have a really good one."

"Go on, then." Phil gestured with his hand for her to proceed.

She gave a sheepish grin and cleared her throat. "There was once an abandoned mineshaft in a clearing, surrounded by dense woods…"

Techno felt a shiver run through him. Prime, he hated snow. His cape provided him with protection from the elements, so he usually didn't mind the arctic climate. However, the snow that had fallen on him had begun to melt through his shirt, dampening his shoulders. The fur of his hooved legs especially retained the cold water, leaving him chilly and soaked. He slowly reached over and tugged at Phil's multicolour quilt, making eye contact with the avian. The piglin looked down at his own hand and back at him, silently asking for permission. Phil nodded, pushing bundles of fabric towards him. Techno gathered the material and covered his lower half. He leaned into the warmth of the wing the other wrapped around his shoulders, finally feeling some relief from the cold. He turned his attention back to Niki. He smiled, amused by her expressiveness. He felt movement underneath the quilt, leading to Phil placing his hand over his a few moments later. Techno shook his head to himself and opened his palm, allowing Phil to lace his fingers between his.

"...and there it was waiting. But the young villager didn't know that, so he continued up the dark path…"

Techno suddenly took a sharp inhale, feeling an unexpected tingling on his hand. Phil had begun lightly scratching his palm. He pulled his hand away gently, figuring that the other had meant for it to be a soothing gesture. Though, he was proven wrong when Phil reached over with his other hand and grabbed his, holding it still. He lightly traced over Techno's hooved fingers, and they twitched in his grip. The piglin darted his eyes to Phil, who was watching Niki to maintain his innocence, though he had a poorly hidden smirk on his face. Techno kneed him. He immediately regretted the action when Phil began quickly scribbling on his palm in retaliation. The piglin bit his lip, feeling giggles build up in his chest. He tried to pull his hand away subtly, but Phil kept a firm grip. He narrowed his eyes at the avian. Phil gave him a smug smile. He started to trace around the last joints of the other's fingers, where soft skin turned into rough, hoove-like keratin. Techno let out a titter and felt his face burn. 

"There was a loud howl- what is so funny, Techno?" Niki asked, looking over at the disruption. 

"It's nothin', soho- sorry. Keheep going," he replied. He immediately pulled his free hand out from underneath the blanket and clamped it over his mouth. 

"It's clearly not nothing if you're trying that hard not to laugh. What is so hilarious that you have to interrupt me?" 

"Yeah, sorry about that," Phil chimed in. He pulled the quilt down so that his fingers brushing along Techno's were clearly visible to the others.

"Oh, he is ticklish!" Ranboo exclaimed gleefully, with mischief in his eyes.

Niki gasped, a grin appearing on her face. "That's so cute!"

The piglin shook his head. "Ihit's no- not! Phihil, I wihill kill you."

The man in question rolled his eyes. "Sure, mate." He let go of Techno's wrist and continued to run his fingertips along the hand. He brought his own now free hand up to scratch gently behind the piglin's ear. His fluffy ear flapped in response and he let out a small snort. The observing pair shared a look of pure adoration. 

"That has got to be the most adorable thing I've seen," Niki remarked.

Phil nodded. "Do you want to try? Only if you're okay with it, Tech."

His eyes widened and he sputtered. "Why would I?-"

"You don't seem to be complaining much, and you're not trying to get away. You're leaning into me, actually."

Techno huffed and moved his head forward, becoming aware that he'd been resting it against Phil's hand.

"Oh, no need to be embarrassed! But I'll stop if you want," Phil added. He removed his hands from the other, but Techno grabbed onto the one that had been tracing his palm.

"Ihit's fine. You can… keep going, I guess," he muttered, staring at the tile directly below him.

The avian grinned and continued to run his nails along the back of the piglin's ear. "Does that mean Niki can help too?"

Techno glanced at her, seeing her eager yet cautious smile. He nodded. "Ihi dohon't mind."

She stood and approached the pair, crouching down next to the giggling man. 

Phil moved back and kneeled behind him, in turn. "Go on, lay down," he instructed, patting his lap.

"Heh?"

"You'll be more comfortable, and your hair is still damp. Man, you must be freezing right now, and this will help keep you warm."

Techno complied hesitantly, leaning back and resting his head in Phil's lap. 

The older man ran his hands through the other's long, pink hair soothingly, making him relax a bit. "Niki, take his hands," he directed. Techno lifted his hands from beside him, offering them to her. When she reached to take them, he pulled them away towards his chest and ducked his head to the side to avoid looking at her. 

Phil chuckled and leaned down to murmur into his ear. "She can't get your hands if you don't give them to her, Techlee." 

The man in question scrunched up with a stifled giggle. Techno held up his hands again, and Niki took them in hers'. She ran her nails down his palms and wrists, cooing as his fingers twitched and his flustered smile grew. 

The bird hybrid began rubbing gently with his thumbs on the inside of Techno's ears, tracing along the outside with his remaining fingertips. "Was that so hard?" he whispered, making Techno lift his head with an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal. He made brief eye contact with Ranboo, who was just watching intently from his place on the floor, before allowing his head to fall back into Phil's lap.

"Rahanboo, yohou can joho- join thehem if you dohon't wanna just sihit thehere," Techno offered, wishing his hands were free so that he could cover his face. Instead, he left them limp, allowing Niki to gently trace shapes along his fingers.

Ranboo raised his eyebrows. "Oh, okay." He stood and walked over, sitting down opposite of Niki. "Uh… what should I do?"

Phil reached down and pinched the fabric of Techno's shirt. "Can I lift this up?"

The piglin nodded. The avian lifted his shirt up to his ribs, exposing his midriff. His stomach was covered in soft, pink fur.

"He loves when you run your fingers through the fluff." Techno whined at Phil's comment. Ranboo smirked and placed his hand on the fur, causing the muscles in Techno's abdomen to tense.

"I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've done this, Phil?" the enderman hybrid inquired. He dragged his dull claws down Techno's stomach then up again, marvelling at Techno's reactions.

"Definitely not," Phil laughed. "He'll never admit it, but he loves this."

"Hehey! Ihihi doho nohOT!" Techno retorted, snorting as Phil trailed a single wiggling finger down his forehead to the top of his snout.

Niki's mouth fell open incredulously. "That makes him snort?"

"Fucking adorable, innit? And he just completely shuts down if you get him here," the winged man added. He brought the same hand to the top of Techno's head and scratched gentle circles into his scalp. Techno closed his eyes, giggling mirthfully in a sweet stream.

"Ihihi'm rihight here, yehe knohohow…" he mumbled, hiding his warm face against Phil's knee.

"That you are, Tech," the avian replied with an adoring smile.

Techno exhaled through his laughter and felt the tension in his shoulders disappear. He no longer felt fearful. He no longer felt cold. Among the various cooings of the trio, he could hear the voices chant quietly once more.

Warm.

Friends.

Safe.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #lee!techno #lee!technoblade #ler!phil #ler!philza #ler!ranboo #ler!niki #ler!nihachu

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Accidental tickles

Accidental tickles

You were sat at your computer where you had been for if you had to guess about four or five hours editing your newest video you filled with the DTQK boys. You were so invested into the editing you hadn’t even realized you were hunched over, nor did you hear your best friend Punz enter your house let alone enter your room!

Punz walks in smiling but then frowns softly seeing you so hunched over. He doesn’t even bother announcing himself and just walks over and begins massaging your shoulders. You squeak in surprise and slight fear not knowing anyone was here but when you glance at the hands and recognize them as Punz you calm down and you’re giggling.. “EEK! Puhuhunnzzz yooouuu sssccahaharrrhehehdd mehehe!” He laughs softly eyebrow raised in confusion at your giggles “sorry I didn’t mean to well okay actually I could’ve announced I was here I guess but I saw you hunched over and figured your shoulders are probably sore so I just kinda started massaging them without thinking, why are you so giggly?” You blush softly “iihittss fihihinnehee ihihi mehehahann yoourrhehe ohhohonehehe ohohofff thehhe peheheoopllehehe whohoho ihihi dihihiddd gihihivvvehehe ahahannn eehehxxxttrrrahahha keheheyyy tohoho sohoho yoouuu cahahhannn cohohommehehe ohohovveheherrr whehehnnnehehevveheheeerrr ahahannddd ihihittsss beheheccahahauhuhussshehehe ihihttt tihihiccckkllehehehsss duhuhummmyyy!”

The massage now made you sit up straighter as you wiggled softly it was very nice and he was right your shoulders were hurting but they were also slightly ticklish and this was basically as far as you can recall your first time ever getting a massage so your nerves were slightly up making you slightly more ticklish than normal.. Punz teasingly says “it tickles you hmm?” You nod “hehehlllohoho yehehesss ihihi juhuhsstt saihidd thahhatt!” He then smirks “so if it tickles why aren’t you trying to get away?” You whine softly through your giggles knowing he knows exactly why and knowing he’s one of only a small group of people who do know why “shuhuttt uhuhuppp yoouuu knohohowww whihiyyy!” He giggles “yeheaaha yea I do I just wanted to make you blush more,so when were you gonna tell me your shoulders are ticklish?” You shrug softly “ihihi dihihddnnttt ehehehvvvehheennn knnohohowww fohohorrr suhuhrrrrrhehehehe thehehehyyy wwweheherrrehehe ihihi mehehhahannn sohohommeheheonnehhehe poohohkkehedd mihihyyy shhoouulldddheherrr ohohonbccehehe whehehennn tehehelllihinngg mhehehe ahahabboouuttt ahahah hohollehehe ihihinnn mhihyyy shihirrrttt ahahannddd ihihi thihinnkkk thahatttt tihihicckkllehehedd buhuhttt ohotthheherrr thhahhannn thhahattt theheyyvvehehhe nehehevvehehrrr behehennn tihhicckkleheheddd ahhahanndd ihivvrhehe nehehevveehehrrr hahhaddd ahhaa mahahasssage”

He nods softly “Makes sense so I won’t hold it against you for not telling me about this spot since you didn’t even really know, so how long have you been editing?” You think a second before answering “uhuhuhhh lihihikkehehe fihihivvvehehhe hoouurrrsss?” He blinks and shakes his head stopping the massage and pulling your chair out from your desk and spinning it towards him, he swiftly picks you up and places you over his shoulder carrying you to your bedroom “Okay that is way too long seeing as I’m pretty sure you didn’t have any breaks so this is your break and then you can start back tomorrow you’re done for today and I expect you to take breaks tomorrow okay? I’m going to literally call every hour and make sure you stretch for at least five minutes okay?” You nod reluctantly not liking breaking your concentration but knowing he’s right “fine fine, so what’s your plan for this break what are we gonna do?” He reaches your bedroom and plops you gently on your bed and you sit up awaiting his answer.. he sits down on the bed with you “lay on your stomach I’m gonna give you a back massage”

You flush softly at Punz’s caring nature “Punz my back okay I’m not gonna lie and say it’s fine cause it’s not but you really don’t have to honestly I can just find my rice sock and use it” he shakes his head “well thank you for not lying but hello idiot you would need like ten rice socks to cover your whole back so no lay down so I can give you this massage, besides if your back is anything like your shoulders I know you’ll enjoy this even more because of that” you flush more as you semi reluctantly lay down “I mean you’re not wrong.. I don’t really know if it is or not I mean when I was really little my grandma would scratch my back with her nails and it was super ticklish to that but other than that it’s never been tickled or massaged” he nods softly “do you want me to go under or over the shirt?” You shrug “whatever you’re comfortable with I’m good with either one” he nods and slips his hands under your shirt he curiously scratches your back and you squeak softly giggling “eek! Ohohokkahhayy yehehaha mhmhm fhahhattt dohoheeessnntttt quhuhutthehe fhehehlll lihihikkehehe ahahha mahahsssaggghehee!” He giggles smiling softly “sorry sorry just was curious so now we definitely know your back is still ticklish and if you’re giggling like that when I have practically no nails I can’t wait til Tina finds out and tickles you here” your eyes widen as you slightly turn to glare at him “you wouldn’t dare”

He smirks softly pulling his phone out of his pocket “but oh wouldn’t i?” You don’t mind Tina knowing she doesn’t know yet about you liking tickles but eventually you do plan on telling her it’s just really flustering for you to tell people so it’s taking a while… You attempt to grab Punz’s phone but he simply giggles and pushes you back his hand on your head keeping you in place, you pout crossing your arms… He quickly uses his other hand to open discord and begin calling Tina… he turns it onto speaker phone and just as she picks up you notice how his hand being on your head keeping you pushed back makes his arm outstretched leaving his armpit fully exposed! “Hi Punz!” He smiles “hi Tina! I was just calling to- EEK Y/N WHAT THE HECK NOHOH GEHETT OOUUTT!” You had begun scratching at his armpit making him squeak and fall into surprised laughter as his arm came down! You giggled pulling your hand out and debated now actually going for the phone and you did you quickly swipe it from his other hand “hi Tina!” Tina giggles slightly confused “uhhuh hihi y/n what’s up?” You instinctively shrug despite her not being able to see you “oh nothing much nothing much just-EEP PUNZ!” Punz quickly tackles you and grabs the phone one hand holding both your wrists above your head as the other holds the phone by his face “sorry about that Tina y/n decided to try to be a little dummy for a second there, anyways the reason I called is because I wanted to let you know some valuable information I found out about y/n today!”

Tina giggles softly at your guys antics “okay what valuable information did you find out” Punz smiles deviously “Well I came over and they were hunched over at their desk editing so I started massaging their shoulders and they started giggling! And so after that I carry them to their bed to give them a back massage and they told me a story about when they were younger how their grandma had long nails and used to scratch their back and it tickled them a lot but how other than that it’s never been tickled or massaged so I decided to scratch it a bit and they were super giggly! And I don’t even really have any nails so I just figured oh hey their back is definitely ticklish still and tina has long nails so I figured you’d love to have this info for the next time you come visit!” Tina listens intrigued and then awws softly “awe that’s so freaking cute y/n!! Yes yes thank you Punz I definitely will use this valuable information next time I’m there thank you! And y/n! Remember to take breaks okay!”

You rolls your eyes light heartedly “yea yea I’m gonna be forced to Punz said he’s gonna call every hour tomorrow and make sure I stretch at least five minutes” Tina cheers softly “woo good Punz stick to it! I’d make them video call you to actually see that they’re doing it that way if they’re not you can just go tickle them into taking a break,besides we know they’d like that better than stretching” Punz blinks and your eyes widen in surprise “I-what- you… Tina you- you know?” She laughs softly “duh not that hard to figure it out when last time I was there I saw Karl and Quackity gang up on you and you barely even said stop once” you blush brightly “well saves me the flusteredness of trying to explain it to you I guess” she giggles softly “it’s really cute by the way, anyways I need to go get ready for stream I’ll let you guys get back to it okay?” You have a soft flustered smile on your face “that’s not true but okay have a good stream love you!” Punz rolls his eyes at your denial “bye Tina! I love you more!” You scoff “no i definitely love you more” Tina simply giggles “bye guys!”

With that Tina hangs up and Punz smirks eyes sparkling with mischief “so now where were we?” You feel giggles bubbling up in anticipation unsure if he’s gonna straight up tickle you or if he’s gonna massage you… He swiftly grabs you hugging you but not yet doing anything you squeak in surprise hugging him back “EEK! Soho whahatt are you gonna dohoho?” He shrugs letting you after a few moments “do you want a massage or just tickles? Maybe both?” You lay down on stomach “Mm massage first so I can see how much it tickles and then I’ll see if I want purposeful tickles” he nods “sounds good to me, do you want lotion or anything?” You shake your head softly “Mm not this time I’ve um I’ve heard lotion makes stuff tickle more so I’d like to see first how ticklish it is without…” you blush brightly it spreading to your ears and neck at having admitted that.. he smiles softly

“no lotion this time it is.. so does that mean you expect me to give you another massage in the future?” You giggle softly “well I mean yeaaa I do have arthritis you know so it would help.. I can cook you some dinner in exchange!” He laughs “you nerd I don’t need anything in exchange I was just messing I’d love to help make you feel better anytime you need it okay?” You smile brightly as you nod “I love you I really don’t know if I’ve said that enough” Punz’s heart swells and his cheeks tint very light pink as he slips his hands under your shirt “You’ve said it more than enough I know you love me you show me it all the time you don’t always have to tell me okay? I know that’s hard for you so don’t worry okay? And I hope you know I love you too I hope you’ve heard me say it enough I hope I’ve shown you enough love”

You sigh softly “you’ve said it and shown it more than enough too never feel like you haven’t done enough you’ve done more for me than my own mother when it comes to making me feel loved and I know that isn’t a hard bar to reach but jokes aside it really does mean so much everything you’ve done and continue to do for me” he smiles happily “I’m really glad, so you ready?” You nod softly “yea go for it” he works his hands softly around your lower back you hum in slight content before giggles begin pouring out “mm frihihicckk!” He laughs softly “Too ticklish for upper body massages I wonder if your lower is the same?” He teases lightly you blush brightly “shuhusshh ihihi behhett ihittt woouullddd ohohnnlyyy geehehttt tohoho mehehe ahahtt mihihyyy thihihgghss! Ahhahannddd yoouuu ahahllrrrehhehahxxyyy kknnohohoww mmihhiyyy fehheehttt ahahrrrhehehe ohohoffff llihihimmmihihittsss” he rolls his eyes softly “Yea yea which is totally unfair by the way seeing as you go after mine so often!” You giggle softly “ohokkahahyy truhuhuehehe mahhayybehehe juhuhssttt ohohonnncchehe sohohmmehehedddhahhahyyy ihihilll lehehett yoouuu gehehettt rehehevvvehhehehnnggeheheeEEP!”

Your sentence ends in a squeal as Punz moves his hands upwards to your middle back his hands on the sides of your spine.. his eyes widen in surprise as your giggles begin to mix into laughter “HAHAHAHhahahha frihihicckkk THAHAHTTT spohohottt ihihss SOHOHO bahahddd!” He scoffs light heartedly “oh really I couldn’t tell!” You roll your eyes “IHIHI hahattehehe yoouuuu SOHOHOmmehehettihihimmehehess!” He snickers softly “yea yea love you too!” He moves away from your spine more towards the outer edges of your back and you calm back to giggles he stays there a few moments before moving to your shoulder blades.. You jolt up before slamming your face into the pillow after shrieking “AAEEH! AHAHAHA HOHOHOLLYYY SHIHIZZZ PUHUNNZZ WHIHIYYY IHIHISSS IHIHTTT SOHOHO BAHAHADDD?!?” He shakes his head “I have no idea I mean your neck isn’t ticklish at all so maybe it was supposed to like disperse between your neck and shoulder blades and stuff but instead somehow got stuck all in your shoulder blades?” You nod despite the words sounding slightly crazy you needed something to rationalize an area being so fricking ticklish so you’re taking it “IHIHI GEHEHEUHUHUSSS!” He continues a minute or two more before stopping.

You flip over giggling residually as he slides up to you and runs a hand through your hair “so do you want actual tickles now?” You shake your head softly and pull him down snuggling your head into his chest “mm noho thanks I’m too sleepy.. mm thank you though and again thank you for all this.. you don’t have to stay all night if you don’t want but please just stay til I fall asleep?” He sighs contently wrapping his arms around you his hand finding place in your hair again “I don’t mind to stay I mean I do literally have my own drawer well I know I share it with Sapnap but still, besides then this means I’ll already be here to make sure you stretch or get tickles between hours of editing and when we wake up I can make us French toast” you yawn nodding “mhm sounds really good you know I love French toast.. and Mm thanks for being so worried about me taking care of myself it really does help” he smiles pressing a platonic kiss to your head “of course anything for you anytime anywhere..”

Within a few minutes you’re out and a few minutes after Punz is also out

The end

#Kasey writes stuff #lee!reader #ler!punz #mcyt tickle fic

[mushiewrites]

Something Nice

hiiiiii! so it's been a while since I was able to finish a wip, and I'm super excited I was able to finish this one! this was started back in October, but I got some inspiration to finish it randomly this morning and...yeah, here it is :D it was supposed to be a drabble originally, but I got kind of carried away. oops. anyway, I hope u all enjoy! :3

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Dream : 2.4K words)

this fic contains feet nibbles

“I’m going to do something nice for you.” The voice came from Sapnap’s doorway, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound and finding Dream smirking back at him. Sapnap swallowed thickly, immediately recognizing the mischievous look. 

“Oh no,” Sapnap started, turning his body in Dream’s direction as he walked fully into the room, making his way over to the bed where Sapnap was laying, his ankles crossed and phone in his hand. “That look. It’s making me nervous.” 

“Don’t be nervous, why would you be nervous?” Dream’s voice was sweet and gentle, but the smirk showed the opposite; it continued to spread further across his cheeks as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the material of his sweatpants just grazing the top of one of Sapnap’s socks. 

“Well, I don’t know! You have that smirk on your face! …The one you always do whenever you’re about to do something batshit crazy.” Sapnap locked his phone and let it fall against the bed next to him as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking at Dream and letting out a flustered huff when the blonde tilted his head to the side in fake confusion, still smiling brightly. 

Sapnap jumped when Dream twisted more towards his body, turning his attention to Sapnap’s feet and clamping a hand down over his ankles. Sapnap gasped when he felt the grip tighten and a second later he was sitting up, his legs yanked from Dream’s grasp and pulled up to his chest. The brunette covered the tops of his feet with his hands, shaking his head quickly and staring at Dream with wide eyes as nervous giggles began to spill out of him.

“Sapnap.” 

“Whahat?!” 

“Hand over your toes.” 

The next few seconds were a complete blur - strong hands wrapped around Sapnap’s ankle and suddenly his leg was pulled away from his body, sending him flying back against the blankets before he could regain his sense of balance. He scrambled to adjust himself, pushing his body up off of the bed to sit straight again, to fight back, but Dream pushed him back against the covers harshly. He let out a whine through his laughter, bringing his hands up and covering his face when he felt the blush beginning to color his cheeks with bright red warmth. 

The two sat in silence for a few seconds before Sapnap finally forced himself to look at Dream, slowly moving his hands from in front of his eyes and letting them settle against his cheeks instead. He inhaled sharply, throwing himself into a coughing fit when he saw the older boy leaning down, his lips inches away from his own foot with a devilish smirk spreading wide across his face. Sapnap yanked at his foot, whining through his coughs when it didn’t budge an inch.

“Nohoho! No! Dream, don’t!” Sapnap cried through his panicked giggles, using his other foot to push at Dream’s hands as hard as he could. Dream simply grabbed the stray ankle, pulling it towards himself and wedging it between his elbow to keep it in place. The blonde chuckled at Sapnap’s frantic frenzy, shaking his head and using one of his pointer fingers to flick at his big toe. 

“Don’t what, Sap? I’m not even doing anything yet and you’re screaming!” Dream grabbed the top of Sapnap’s sock and pulled up gently, slowly uncovering the foot and giggling when Sapnap’s giggles grew higher in pitch as he continued to protest.

“Because I know what you’re gonna do!” Sapnap whined, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes once more as his toes curled against the cool air. He heard mischievous snickering coming from the end of the bed, making his head spin at the thought of what Dream was about to do.

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart.” 

Sapnap opened his mouth, prepared to protest and sass back at Dream when a scream tore from his throat instead. He flung his hands down against the blankets, shooting forward into a sitting position as Dream nibbled on his pinky toe. Sapnap squealed when the blonde let one of his canines lightly graze the pad of it, reaching forward to yank at Dream’s curls to get him to stop. Dream pulled back briefly to dodge the flailing hands, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy in disbelief. 

“Do you really wanna be doing that right now?” He questioned, his smirk growing when Sapnap shook his head from side to side with enough speed to send his black bear hat flying. He turned to grab for it when he felt another push against his chest, throwing him down against the sheets once again as Dream leaned back in for a second round of nibbles - this time on his fourth toe. 

“NAHAHA PLEASE! DREHEHEAM!” Sapnap screamed through his laughter, pulling at both ankles and bringing his hands up to grab at his own curls. But Dream ignored his pleas, even going so far as to pull back for a moment, taking in a deep breath despite Sapnap’s protesting, just to land a devastating raspberry on the arch of his foot. It sent Sapnap into a round of hysterics, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. Dream looked up, watching Sapnap laugh himself silly before leaning down to blow another raspberry, this time closer to his heel. Another scream tore through the air as Sapnap convulsed, unable to control his reactions.

“Jesus, Sapnap, you can’t handle raspberries anywhere, can you?” He teased as he watched Sapnap continue to squeal, planting another raspberry on the arch of his foot but shaking his head this time to make sure his beard scraped at the sensitive skin. Sapnap threw his head back at the action, no longer able to fight and thrash with how badly it tickled. 

“Plehehease Dream!” Sapnap begged, whining when he felt Dream’s teeth scrape against his middle toe instead. A low chuckle came from the blonde as he moved to nibble both the third and second toe, sending Sapnap into a flurry of loud squeals and laughter. Dream surged forward suddenly, placing a cruel raspberry on Sapnap’s ankle to make him shriek. 

“I always forget how ticklish you are here,” Dream commented, using his pointer finger to trace circles around the bone of Sapnap’s ankle. The smaller boy winced at the feeling, falling into high pitched laughter as he wiggled his foot to try and break free. 

“Nohoho, please!” Sapnap whined, making Dream giggle and stop the ticklish action. Dream leaned back down towards the wiggling foot as Sapnap watched in horror, unable to stop him. 

“Poor thing.” Dream pretended to be sympathetic, throwing a sad pout and the biggest puppy dog eyes at Sapnap as they made eye contact. The brunette shook his head, pleading with his eyes through his nervous giggles, but Dream continued his plan regardless. He leaned in slowly, giving Sapnap time to shriek before his teeth connected with the boy’s big toe, sending him into hysterics. 

“FUHUCK! NOHOHO, plehehease!” Sapnap was wailing, feeling every nibble along the pad and stem of his toe. He attempted to curl it, trying to prevent Dream from biting the most sensitive parts, but it was no use. The blonde had him trapped, forcing him to endure the most ruthless tickling he had ever felt. 

Dream pulled back for a moment, allowing Sapnap to take in a sharp breath, only to have it knocked out of him a second later when the nibbling migrated to the arch of his foot. The ticklish shockwaves spread up his leg, making it convulse against the sheets at an alarming speed as if he were being electrocuted. He felt nibbles at the heel of his foot, making him squeal through his laughter. Sapnap wiggled his foot again, feeling his toes press against Dream’s beard and immediately pulling them back to rid them of the ticklish feeling. Dream smirked at that and moved himself up slightly, letting his beard rub against the sole of his foot once more. Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut, praying to anything and everything that Dream stops before he tickles him to death. But much to his dismay, the nibbles began again; this time on the ball of his foot. 

Sapnap went silent as his hips jerked up off the bed, exploding into raspy laughter as he crashed back down into the blankets. His hands twisted into the sheets, switching from pulling them up to slamming his fists against them. It was the worst tickling yet, and Dream showed no signs of stopping as he continued to nibble on one of the most ticklish spots on Sapnap’s body. He was in ticklish agony. A high pitched scream ripped from his throat, making Dream pause at the force of it. 

“Woah, Sap, you okay?” Dream asked with slight concern in his voice. Sapnap was still laughing with his eyes twisted shut, shaking his head from side to side as he attempted to catch his breath. 

“It tihickles!” He replied deliriously. Dream chuckled as he rolled his eyes, releasing the other foot he had been holding captive with his arm. He used both hands and began rubbing at the twitchy foot, now pink with little nibble marks scattered across the skin. 

“I know, it tickles so bad, huh?” Dream teased, making the younger boy whine through his residual giggles as he nodded his head. He allowed Sapnap to continue letting his giggles out, still rubbing the tickle-abused foot with enough pressure to finally relieve it of the ghost tickles. When the laughter finally stopped, Dream immediately missed it. He glanced up at the boy on the bed, his chest still heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. Despite this, Dream decided he needed to do one more thing. 

He leaned down slowly and placed a quick kiss to the center of his foot, causing Sapnap to jerk his leg back with a cackle. Dream still had the foot in his grasp, so he continued to plant kisses all over the soft skin. He kissed down Sapnap’s arch, leaving a few along his heel before making his way up the outer edge, making Sapnap wiggle his toes as he continued to giggle. Dream giggled along with him, kissing across the pad of his foot and over the ball of it. His toes curled at this, once again resting against Dream’s beard and making him squeal before he pulled his foot away as far as he could. This only caught Dream’s attention, and he placed two kisses on the pads of every one of his toes. Sapnap was in near hysterics again, his laughter very quickly turning squeaky, and Dream could tell he was finally at his limit.

“Okay, okay, I’m done, sweetheart.” Dream spoke quietly, sitting up and rubbing the ghost tickles away. Sapnap whined, flexing his toes before curling them, letting himself relax into the gentle massage he was getting. Dream watched as Sapnap took in a huge breath of air, seeing his chest rise and then deflate as he slowly released it. 

“Fuck.” Sapnap swore through his giggles a few moments later, when he finally got his breathing regulated again. Dream smiled as the smaller boy cracked open an eye, glaring at Dream in fake annoyance before the giggles took over. The blonde rolled his eyes, standing up from the bed and scooping Sapnap up in his arms bridal style. 

“Wh- Dream! Put me down!” Sapnap giggled wildly as Dream bounced him a few times in his arms, kicking his legs out and almost making Dream drop him. 

“Hold on, you little idiot! I’m just moving the blankets, relax.” Dream replied with a chuckle, using one hand to reach down and fold the messy blankets down to reveal the sheets underneath them. He gently tossed Sapnap down onto the bed before climbing into it, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to cover both himself and Sapnap. 

“You were mean.” Sapnap commented as he curled up close into Dream’s side, tucking his head against Dream’s neck and giggling when the elder let out a tiny squeak in response. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just had to!” Dream giggled as Sapnap rubbed his beard into the crook of his neck in retaliation, bringing his shoulder up and accidentally knocking Sapnap from his cozy spot. 

“You just had to?” Sapnap questioned with a growl, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at Dream with his eyebrows raised. Dream nodded as he continued giggling, and Sapnap quickly wiggled a finger into the boy’s tummy to make him squeal. His hand was quickly snatched up and brought to Dream’s lips, feeling a quick peck against his knuckles that made him blush and return to his place under the blonde’s chin. 

“Yes, I had to, you little menace.” Dream rolled his eyes as he felt Sapnap relax against him. He wrapped an arm around Sapnap’s back while Dream’s other hand found its home in his hair, smiling when Sapnap let out a contented sigh. 

“Whatever you say.” Sapnap replied, letting himself melt into the comfort of the fingers carding gently through his hair. He closed his eyes and let out a big yawn before wrapping an arm around Dream’s torso, getting himself comfortable. 

“Whatever I say, huh?” Dream questioned, receiving a little hum in agreement. He smirked, placing a kiss on the top of Sapnap’s head before going back to playing with his hair, allowing his own eyes to close as he felt the sleepy atmosphere take over the room. 

“Well in that case, we’re doing the other foot when we wake up.” 

He felt Sapnap tense at that, causing Dream to giggle quietly as he pulled the smaller boy closer to him. Dream squeezed him tight to his chest; mostly because he wanted the cuddles, but also for another, more sinister reason- so that Sapnap wouldn’t be able to escape his tickly fate.

#lee!sapnap #ler!dream #yaaaaay okay i really really like this one ): #i really hope you guys do too #its very special to me for a lot of reasons #mushie fics #my stuff #mcyt tickle

[strangleetomz]

helping the pain

lee!revivedbur, ler!tommy

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

word count: 1,278

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

this is officially my LAST fic of 2023! enjoy🤍

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

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

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

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

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

Tommyinnit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m judging you.”

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what did it for Wilbur.

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

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

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

And Tommy is the one who helped him.

Tommy.

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

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

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

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

“…Alright then.”

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

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #sfw interaction only #sfw tickle fic #strictly sfw #sfw only #sfw blog

[amitlee]

Keep Your Paws To Yourself

Warnings: None!

Summary: Tommy plays air guitar with Wilbur’s prized possession and pays the price.

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“Hey Wil,” Tommy spoke, drawing the attention of the elder. “Look at this.”

Wilbur turned from his computer to see what Tommy had gotten into. His curiosity fizzled away as he took in Tommy’s appearance.

Tommy stood a few feet away holding Wilbur’s guitar and posing like a rock star in a freeze frame. He smiled, happy to have Wilbur’s attention, and pretended to play wildly. He swung his arm in a circular motion, being careful to avoid the strings. At one point, he even dropped to his knees to complete the look. All the while Wilbur looked on with an unamused gaze.

Eventually, Tommy stood up, put the guitar on its stand, and stood out of breath.

“Well.” Tommy prodded. “What did you think?”

There was a moment of silence between the two, only being broken by Tommy’s screech of alarm when Wilbur quickly stood from his desk chair and grabbed at him.

“GET OFF ME, MAN-“ Tommy yelped. One of his wrists was taken up and held near his head by Wilbur’s hand. Wilbur’s free hand danced across Tommy’s vulnerable ribs, making the boy howl with bubbly laughter.

Wilbur grinned as Tommy shrieked and squirmed in his hold, a bright and genuine smile etched on his face the entire time.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my stuff before it gets into that little brain of yours?” Wilbur asked playfully. He’d been itching for an opportunity to mess with Tommy all day, the guitar stunt made for the perfect reason.

“Ihihi wahahas plahaying you a sohohong! Yohohou should behehe thahankfUHUHUL- WIHIHIL!” Tommy broke into high pitched and mirthful laughter. Wilbur took it upon himself to massage his sides with precision for his little comment.

Wilbur huffed out a chuckle. “You should be thankful.” He said as he slowed to a stop.

Tommy panted lightly as the last of his giggles tapered off. He looked up at Wilbur with shining eyes and rosy cheeks. “So, what did you think?”

Wilbur kneaded into Tommy’s lower sides, above the hip bone, and listened to the cackles that burst forth. “You never learn, do you?”

Tommy bucked like a bull at the unexpected explosion of ticklish energy on such an intense spot. His free hand shot down in an attempt to grab Wilbur’s.

“Trying to stop me?” Wilbur tutted in mocking disappointment. “Bad move, Tom.”

Suddenly, Wilbur’s hands were moving lightning fast across different spots. From his hips to his ribs, sides, tummy, and even his armpit. The latter made Tommy laugh so hard that it produced snorts. It was as if Wilbur had multiple hands.

Seeing the reaction, Wilbur drilled his pointer finger into Tommy’s hollow. Tommy’s hand still trapped in Wilbur’s grip and held out made Tommy squeal and thrash. He threw his head back against Wilbur’s collarbone and resigned himself to a ticklish fate.

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Crimeboys 🥺😢😭🤪😝😚😣😌🤓

How would you guys feel about me maybe posting a Stranger Things fic sometime? I’m in love with the relationship Steve and Eddie have and have a bit of it down already.

Also-

HOLY SHIIITTTT

THIS IS MY 500th POST????

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[sleepy--anon]

Day 4: Weak Spot

You can still reserve unmarked days

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

Reserved by @mushiewrites

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nohohohoho, juhuhust dohohon't dohohoho ihihit!"

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

"Stohop lahaughing at mehehehe!"

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

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

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

#augtickletober2023 #mushiewrites #mushie tag #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!sapnap #dreamnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #sleepy's fics

[wishitweresummer]

Passenger Princess (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 1566

Warning: Light restraint, very very light.

(Part two can be found here!)



     All of George's plans to learn how to drive flew out the window when Dream and Sapnap started driving him around. So…right away. The fans would always tease him about being a passenger princess, but he didn't really care. He could relax and play DJ, look out the window. Why would he ever learn how to drive when the other two would take him anywhere? Dream wouldn't even complain!

     Today started like any other; George wanted sushi from some place pretty far away and Dream took him. It ended up not really being worth the distance, but Dream wouldn’t say that. George was happily stuffed with decent sushi and Dream was content to spend time with him no matter what.

     They were driving home and George was in the passengers seat just clicking through different songs on his phone. Partly in boredom and partly to annoy Dream. As they came to a stop at a red light, Dream rested his hand on George's thigh, right above his knee, probably completely innocently. But, it was the first time. George flinched dramatically at the sudden pressure on his bare skin and slowly looked over to see him notice.

"Are you a little ticklish?", he smiled in amusement. Then, he squeezed. Almost instantly George was twisted in his seat, squealing loudly as he pried at the hand. His phone slipped from his grip and fell down near his feet.

"Stop it!!",  he cried out when the evil hand wouldn’t budge, squirming helplessly in laughter as the squeezes got firmer. Inwardly, he cursed his basketball shorts.

"Are you serious? What! It's that bad?", Dream looked back and forth from the intersection in front of him and the frantic boy next to him in disbelief. The tickles grew faster. George slapped at the hand and squeaked out a string of unintelligible protests, laughter becoming hysterical. Dream's never tickled him there before and he could not stand it.

“Fuck!!!”.

Dream pulled his hand away and chuckled lowly, pulling through the green light and driving. George relaxed into the seat and rubbed his thigh a little, catching his breath. He pouted.

"I can not believe how much you just freaked out.". George looked over at him sheepishly and was met with a terrifying smirk. Dream looked back at the road and kept driving, soon pulling onto the highway. George gulped and looked out the window.

"Shut up.", he muttered. He could almost feel the eyes on him.

     As Dream settled into a lane, he gently rested his hand on the trembling thigh again. George gasped and tried to push the hand away. But, Dream wouldn’t budge. He snickered.

"Sit still or I'll be forced to make you.", he said plainly.

George quickly looked out the window again, a confusing heat spread across his face. He didn't know how to react. There was nothing he could do. Dream was much stronger than him and there was no escape for poor George. A small embarrassing whine slipped from his lips before he could stop it.

     He felt Dream's fingers twitch and he quickly tried again to shove the hand. It clung. Suddenly, he was squeezing hard and fast. Devious fingers found the sensitive muscles right above his knee and he was instantly thrown into hysterics once again.

"Fuck you!", he yelled. Dream scoffed, amused. He smacked against his hand uselessly and started to curl against the door, shrieking with laughter as the ticklish energy jolted through him. George couldn't do anything. He didn't want to hit the gear shift or Dream's body and affect his driving. He was completely helpless. "Please! Okay please!". He sounded so desperate through the frantic laughter. Dream beamed at his squirmy best friend.

"This is so cute.", he murmured as he continued to attack the poor boy's ticklish thigh. George wailed with laughter as he thrashed in his seat. The seatbelt suddenly locked with his crazed movements and he screeched at the lack of mobility. He wasn't tied down, but he might as well have been.

"Dream!!!", he screamed. Dream had latched onto the sweet spot on his thigh. His little leg jumped and flinched to no avail. His small hands fought the attacking one, but his strength was dwarfed by Dream's. George tried to buck, but his hips were locked in place. Terrifying helplessness washed through him. "Dream!!!". He knocked his head back into the car seat a few times to expel some of the ticklish electricity overwhelming him. He would die, he was sure. He tilted his head back and cackled.

"Nowhere to go?", Dream asked with a mocking laugh. He was giddy with excitement at the new discovery.

      Eventually, he stopped and George gasped loudly, flopping against the seat like he was boneless. His cheeks burned as he stared at his lap and heaved softly for his breath. Embarrassingly, he trembled. He had been about five seconds from tears.

Dream kept glancing over at George as he continued driving and he shifted a little in his seat nervously. The older felt like Dream had just gained a new power over him. Found his weakness. Yeah he was ticklish, but that spot...wow it fucking killed him.

"I'm going to absolutely destroy you when we get home.", he stated in a causal tone. It took everything in him not to whimper at the threat. George sunk into his seat and stared out the window, having no clue how close to home they were.

     It wasn't often that George was speechless, but he was filling up with honey. He swallowed as a sticky mix of nerves and excitement stuck his lips together. It dripped down inside his chest and his heart raced. The butterflies from earlier got a taste and went wild from the sweet taste of his fear.

He was so screwed.                           

     They drove on for quite a bit longer. Long enough for George to regain a bit of his composure. Eventually, a song came on the playlist that they both enjoyed and they sang along together. The harsh heat of blush across his cheeks faded and calmed. Soon, they spoke normally. Just a bit of joking around while driving. He felt his phone under his foot and remembered to grab it. Slowly, George relaxed into the flow of conversation again. His heart rate steadied.

Dream parked in the garage and they headed inside. They continued in conversation as George unlocked the door and led the way into the living room.

"So I'm thinking we-", he cut off when the door behind him slammed shut loudly. "Dream?", he asked softly, turning around to face him. The man in question was grinning at him crazily in front of the now closed front door. 'Oh.'.

George bolted. Dream chased. It only lasted a few short moments before the ticklish boy was caught. Large arms locked around his waist from behind and he was lifted in the air a little. Immediately, George was shaking with giggles.

"No please! Dream, don’t do this!", he pleaded. But, he was thrown down onto the couch on his back with a shriek. Dream quickly climbing on top before he could scramble away.

"Ready for the destruction?".

"Gah! No!!". He was thrown into a short fit of squealing before his cackling kicked in. Merciless hands grabbed at his sensitive thighs. Soon, he was hysterical. Dream kneaded and squeezed, focusing on the spot right above his knees. George lost his mind. "SapNAP! HELP!!", he tried. Dream laughed.

"Just me! You're home alone with the tickle monster Georgie!!". George whined through his laughter.

He struggled and squirmed under him. Suddenly, his hands were wild. He tried to grab at the tickling hands, but Dream was much stronger. He pushed against the couch to try and dislodge him, but it was no use. They flapped uselessly against his hands and body. Utterly trapped. George twisted in panic.

"Mercy!", he cried, completely screaming with laughter.

"Didn't you hear me? I said destruction!!", he said joyfully. As he spoke, he let go of the thighs for a moment and gripped his ticklish sides with both hands. The boy squealed in terror.

"Deeeeeestruction!!!", he shook him by his sides and flopped against the couch helplessly. George could only squeeze his eyes shut and cackle crazily as Dream toyed with him. It was dizzying just how easy it was for Dream to take him apart like this.

He gripped his thighs again and George threw his head back with a piercing scream. He pushed as hard as he could on his chest and laughed like a witch. George had tears tracking down his beet-red cheeks.

"Please!", he begged through crazed laughter. Dream's fingers were relentless. "Oh my god!".

     George whined and squeaked as words became harder to form. Dream smiled fondly and pulled the devious hands away. George cried out embarrassingly at the sudden stop.

"I really love torturing you, Georgie.".

His hands shot up and covered his face, muffling harsh gasps for air. Dream squeezed his sides and the hands jerked back down defensively, letting out raspy giggles. George's adorably flushed face on full display.

"I really hate you.", he whimpered.

"You love me.". George groaned and threw both arms over his face. Dream laughed. "I can't wait to show Sapnap this!". George peeked out and glared at him.

     They both flinched at the sound of keys in the door.

#summers ficlet #lee!georgenotfound #georgenotfound tickle #ler!dream #dnf tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #another story of dream discovering George is ticklish rawr #his ticklish little thighs

[someone1348]

Surprise! It's me! I'm posting woop woop!

This might be a short one but oh well!

The people in this: Lee!Tubbo, Ler!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Benchtrio fic! Benchtrio fic! Irl benchtrio fic!

Tw: some language other than that none this is so soft!

I've had this idea for a while just sitting in my plans list on my notes soooo yeah! I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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Stuck in the middle

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were getting to spend some quality time together after a vlog. They had all just arrived back at Tubbo's house and immediately flopped down on the small love seat that had a direct veiw of the TV.

Tommy sat left of Tubbo while Ranboo took the right, the bee boy was left to get the middle spot. He wasn't complaining though he had the best veiw in the house and he was close to his two favorite people, it was a win win all together!

The only con was there was no room for his hands so he had to put his arms on the couch top behind his two friends.

Tommy sighed in content as he rolled his head back "Man that vlog was crazy"

"You can say that again" Ranboo said in agreement as he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels to see what they could all watch and enjoy together

"SOUTH PARK!"

"No!"

This was the hardest part of cable vs the benchtrio, nothing being on! But they had fun with it. After much persistence from the bee boy South Park was played in the background as Tubbo happily smiled watching one of his favorite shows.

After a couple of episodes Tommy was slowly getting more and more bored, he glanced at Ranboo, then at Tubbo, just to see if he could do anything and fix this boredom that was starting to form into a headache, the idea sparked in him like a light switch being flicked on as he saw the way Tubbo was positioned.

He was stuck, a smirk slowly formed on his features, quickly putting it away as to not give away his plan! He waited a bit, occasionally glancing over at the pair just to see if any of them had caught on, they haven't, it was time!

Tommy slowly moved his hand to Tubbo's knee tracing little shapes on the brunettes kneecap and the upper part of the knee where the knee meets the thigh. He felt his best friend tense up just a bit, Ranboo looked over and immediately knew the plan.

Both of them took it slowly, Tommy eventually wrote the word 'Tickle' across Tubbo's ticklish skin, that's when Tubbo spoke up, the giggles trapped in his throat, so close to escaping

"Tommy quit it!" He said quietly as to not fully disrupt Ranboo if he was watching, he couldn't tell, he was so focused on Tommy and his tickly fingers he didn't even realize that Ranboo was in on this too!

"Im not doing anything Tub's I don't know what you're talking about" The blonde said still making shapes on Tubbo's knee,

"Yes you are knock it off"

"No I'm not!"

"Shhh Tommy I'm trying to watch" Ranboo said to throw Tubbo off some more, Tommy knew he was playing along so he went with the flow

"Whatever" the blonde focused his eyes back onto the tv picking up the speed a bit, now scribbling all over the brunettes knee, Tubbo tensed up his leg more to try and stop it but nothing would work if anything that made it tickle more!

Tommy then squeezed his knee and that was the end of that, Tubbo let out an uncontrollable squeak and a few giggles as the smirk on Tommy's face became visible, his eyes still glued to the tv;

He skittered his tickly fingers all around his knee as Ranboo took this as his cue to start pinching all over Tubbo's tigh/upper leg

"Rahahahanboo?!"

Ranboo's eyes remained fixated on the tv as his hand spidered down the length of his tigh squeezing his knee as well, Tommy still scribbling behind Tubbo's other knee and all around it, spreading his fingers out overtop of his kneecap when he felt like it, Tubbo couldn't stop the laughter that flowed out of his mouth after that,

"Guhuhuhuys nohot fahahair"

"Tubbo could you keep it down please im trying to watch South Park" Tommy teased joking around as Ranboo joined

"Yeah Tubbo geez this is my favorite show"

"Jeheherks" Tubbo joked through his laughter

"Woah!!!"

"Language Tubbo! How Dare you call us jerks! You're in for it now pal!"

The playfulness was clear in everyone's voice it was a great atmosphere but man was he in for it!

"Wait wait wait WA-HAHAHAIT! TOHOHOMMY!!"

Tommy smirked scribbling against Tubbo's side, Tubbo squirmed as best he could but in the midst of trying to escape Tommy's tickles he left himself wide open for Ranboo, which he fully took the opportunity and squeezed gently up and down Tubbo's other side;

"RAHAHAN!!"

"Tktktktktktktk~" Ranboo made some tickle sounds scribbling against the length of his other side as Tommy stuck to some pokes there too as to not overwhelm him.

"We're gonna get you tubs!~"

"Ihihit tihihickles!"

"Good! It's supposed to! Tickle Tickle Tickleee bee boy!~"

"Tohohohommyyy!"

"Tickle Tickle tickleee, dawwww~ such a ticklish little tubbo!"

"Rahahahahan! Plehehease!"

Tommy giggled scribbling quickly under Tubbo's arm as he squealed

"AH!"

"PFFFT HAHA THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"You're an ahahass!"

"Language Tubbo! I think we should get his stomach for that one, what do you think Tommy?~"

"Oh I do agree Ranboo great idea!~"

"Nonononono Wait! WAhahait I'm sohoHOHOHORRYY!! NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!"

"Tickletickletickletickle~" Ranboo scribbled underneath his shirt all over his ticklish tummy while Tommy blew tiny raspberries wherever Ranboo's tickly fingers we're not getting leaving no spot untickled.

Tubbo threw his head back in laughter and lightly kicked the ground as the ticklish sensation filled his senses

"OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCY HAHAHA!"

Both boy's stopped instantly, rubbing away the phantom tickles and giving Tubbo room to put his hands down.

"Did you have fun tubs?"

"Mhm! Even though you're both mehean"

"Says the one who called you an ass Tommy"

Everyone was laughing together, it was perfect! Today was well deserved for all of them.

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I hope you all enjoyedd! Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Relax, Drink some water, eat something yummy and have a great day my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #lee!tubbo #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit #ler!ranboo #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic

[sapnapstummy]

Hi everyone! I decided to post a small tickle scene from my georgenap fic livewire as its own stand alone drabble :]

Please enjoy almost 800 words of george and sapnap tickling each other and being in love <3

“Let’s do something. I’m bored.” George whines, flopping down on Sapnap’s bed. 

Sapanp shifts his legs, making more room for George and creating more space between them. He hums agreeingly, but his eyes never leave his work laptop. He’s trying to fix an audio error for one of his videos, but it doesn’t seem like something that he can fix from his side. His brows furrow as he flips to a different recording, hoping he can splice them together. 

A hand grabs his ankle, startling him, “What the fuck, George! You scared the shit outta me!” He tries to jerk his leg away, but George’s grip tightens. 

“You’re ignoring me. Don’t ignore me. I’m bored,” George’s voice turns into a whisper, lips brushing the hair on Sapnap’s leg, “and that makes me dangerous.” He turns quickly, blowing a raspberry in the crook of his knee and dancing his fingers up the back of his calf.

Sapnap howls with laughter. George lets him twist and turn in his hold, but never fully lets go. “Stop, George. Actually stop, you’re gonna break my laptop.”

George releases his leg, and Sapnap sighs in relief. It’s short lived as George moves the laptop away and places it on the nightstand. Quickly, before he can protest, Sapnap’s arms are pinned by George’s knees. Cold hands run up and down his arms, exposed by the short sleeves of his shirt. Sapnap wiggles, trying with all his might to keep his giggles inside. 

As he squirms under George’s touch, his shirt rides up. Sapnap watches George’s eyes flick down to the sliver of revealed tummy. He stops abruptly, yanking his arms attempting to free them from under George’s knees. 

“Look what we have here. A delicious Sapnap. Waiting so patiently for me!” George folds practically in half to nose at his stomach. The sound of George’s inhale makes him tense with anticipation, and the feeling of George’s lips on his bare skin makes fire shoot through his veins. 

Despite anticipating the raspberry, Sapnap can’t keep his laughter contained. It spills out of him and he can’t stop. “Please! George, oh my god!” He doesn’t even care how ridiculous he sounds. He thrashes and jerks his limbs, but George remains steady. 

When George pulls away, face flushed, he giggles. Then his giggles turn into manic cackles until he’s gasping for air. His chest collides with Sapnap’s as he flops down, totally breathless. 

Sapnap uses his moment of weakness to slide out from underneath and switch their positions. He sits on George’s thighs, flattening George’s legs out across the bed. Immediately, his hands squeeze at George’s side. He grins in victory as George writhes below him. George’s hands squeeze Sapnap’s shirt in tightly balled fists. As George tires, he pulls Sapnap closer. 

“Sap-Sapnap, pleas-se. I can’t-” 

As a final move, Sapnap presses his face into George’s neck, giving him the wettest raspberry he can. George cackles beneath him, loud and wholeheartedly. George weakly pushes him away, battling between ending the tickle fight or protecting his vulnerable sides. 

He pulls away from George’s neck to catch his breath, but George hooks his arms around the back of Sapnap’s head, tugging him back down. His thighs shake and his arms come down to the side to stop him from ragdolling on George. 

“Ugh, lay on me already. Stop being an idiot.” George gives his head another tug, while Sapnap hesitantly lets his body rest on George’s. “There we go. It’s like a weighted blanket, but like epic ‘cause you’re warm.” 

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me from my very important work and turn me into your own personal weighted blanket?” Sapnap can feel every breath that George makes. The push and pull of George’s chest and the vibrations when he talks makes his heart beat faster. He hopes George doesn’t notice. 

-

George, still tickle-high, laughs breathlessly in his ear with a quiet squeak. “You’re an idiot.” Sapnap can hear the smile in George’s voice and he looks up at him. George’s skin is flushed and his eyes sparkle happily. 

“Your idiot,” he sighs as he tucks his face into George’s neck. Gently, he lets his beard brush lightly against George’s skin just to feel him squirm a little bit more. He feels George shift, then cool fingers touch the back of his neck, brushes softly through his curls. 

“Yeah,” George breathes and Sapnap knows without seeing that George is looking at him with as much love as he possibly can. “You’re mine” 

Sapnap presses a kiss to George’s neck before letting his eyes slip shut and matching their breaths, and they fall asleep happy and warm in each other's arms with smiles on their faces.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, consider checking out livewire :] I wrote it for the dtk ace week collab, it's 17k words of ace sapnap and it's my baby. It features this scene until the dash where it takes a little bit of a different turn! And stay tuned for some future fics!!

#blazewrites #mcyt tickle #tickle fic #lee!sapnap #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #hehehe i loved writing this