#strangleetomz fics

[strangleetomz]

22 (“What do you think you’re dOHOING!”) with lee!alastor and lee!charlie? Pls? :3

(Ik u meant ler charlie dw ^^)

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Alastor was just minding his buisness, as one does.

He stood ominously, observing what was happening in his surroundings: Angel flirting with Husk.. nothing new. Niffty running around the room, yelling “Stab! Stab!” while stabbing the bugs that speedily crawled around the floor, fruitlessly attempting to evade the blade in Niffty’s hand. Lucifer was asleep on the floor, of all places. ‘Such a strange man..’ Alastor thought to himself. Vaggie was nowhere to be found.. Typically normal; She has off days and avoids the group for a break sometimes.

But Charlie was nowhere in sight, either.

That was odd.

“Hm.” Alastor hummed, his eyes expressed his slight confusion, his smile not once faltering. It never did. He had to rely purely on his eyes to show his true emotions.

A set of arms wrapped wrapped his torso. His eyes widened and he couldn’t help the way he flinched. He was startled by the sudden contact, though he quickly relaxed once the one hugging him finally spoke.

“Alastor!”

Charlie.

The one person he feels he’d begun to trust, as much as he’d rather die (again) than admit it. Though, it is quite obvious how he feels about the princess.

“Ah, Charlie!” Alastor exclaimed, turning himself around and gently pushing Charlie off. “Where have you been? I don’t believe I’ve seen you since this morning.”

“I’ve been with Vaggie,” Charlie craned her neck to look Alastor in the eyes. “She said she wants to be alone for a little now, so I came to see how everyone’s doing!”

“Oh, trust me, my dear, everyone’s doing just fine!” Alastor kept his usual cheery tone. “Well, maybe aside from Husker; Angel Dust has been pestering him the whole afternoon.” The deer chuckled, the sound of his radio-filtered voice filling the room. It always made him stand out; you could always tell whenever he was around whether you could see him or not.

He liked that.

“Okay, so, I had an idea.. or, a theory, earlier, and I want to try it!” Charlie grinned, seemingly excited. This behavior from the princess was nothing new.

“Well, as I have said before, I am happy to fulfill your bizarre requests, my dear! What is it that you’d like to try, must I do anything to help?” Alastor leaned forward on his microphone, which he typically treated as a cane.

“Okay, close your eyes— You have to trust me, okay?” Charlie put her hands together and bounced on her heels. Alastor chuckled, and closed his eyes.

“My dear, what exactly are you doing hERE!? Chaharlihie!?” Alastor’s eyes shot open, radio static escaping him as his ears pinned down against his head. He looked down at the girl infront of him. “What do you think you’re dOHOING!?”

“Tickling you! And my theory was right; You are ticklish! Oh, this is so cute, why did you keep this hidden!?” Charlie almost squealed from her excitement at this new discovery, her fingers scribbling up and down the deer’s sides.

“Dohon’t be so lohOUD ABOhout ihit, my dehear!” Alastor lightly grabbed onto Charlie’s hands, though he didn’t make much of an effort to push her away.

“Aww, Alastor!” Charlie cooed, “You’re so ticklish, this is adorable!” She brought her hands up to his ribs, eliciting radio static followed by a fit of loud laughter.

“ChahAHARLIE! Ohoh, nohot thERE!” Alastor doubled over and his knees buckled. Charlie caught him before he hit the ground and gently layed him on the floor.

“Oh, is this a good spot?” Charlie teased and vibrated her fingers on the spaces between the bones. “I can’t believe how ticklish you are!”

“Okay, okAHAHAY! Mehercy, CHAHARLIE! PLEASE!” Alastor pleaded, and Charlie obliged.

“You know, you didn’t really ask me to stop during that..” Charlie smirked as she noticed Alastor’s eyes widen for a quick second. “Did you like that?”

Alastor stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “You tell no one, or else I will not have mercy.” He warned, leaning forward to taser Charlie’s sides. The look on the deer’s face went smug as she squealed.

“Point taken! Your secret is safe with me..” Charlie put her hands up in surrender.

“Good girl.” Alastor patted Charlie on the head as he stood up.

“Well, my dear, as much as I’d love to continue this interaction, I do have some errands to run,” He brushed his hands on his coat, smoothing it out a little before placing his hands behind his back. He turned and made his way to exit the hotel before calling out behind him, “Tell Vaggie I wish her well!”

Alastor’s secret was definitely not safe with Charlie; She immediately went and told Vaggie about what happened.

She was sure she’d be fine, it’s not like Vaggie would go around saying anything.

Right?

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #lee!alastor #ler!charlie #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickling

[haunted-headset-alt]

"𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘!"

summary: hcs about Angel Dust doing your makeup!

warnings: swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, can be viewed as either platonic or romantic, gn!reader

a/n: first Hazbin Hotel fic! woohoo! (credits to @cafekitsune for the divider) i'm sorry that this is so short :)

tags: (just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye (came up with the idea) @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @joviepog @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10

We all know this spider is SKILLED with makeup. Just look at him!

I feel like he wouldn't be the type to say "no, you don't need makeup, you're already gorgeous"

^ that doesn't mean he doesn't think you're stunning

he just thinks makeup would make you even more gorgeous!

doesn't matter where you're going or what you're doing, he is giving you incredibly bold makeup

^ we're talking hot pink, neon colors, all the works!

if you were going to an event or a party, the makeup just gets bolder!

things he would say when doing your makeup:

"Toots, you're movin' too much! Your eyeliner's gonna look like a fuckin' zigzag if you don't sit still."

"Natural is not a word to me. We need to be bold! Dramatic! Turn some fuckin' heads!"

"Look at yourself! You're show-stopping! Somebody would be lyin' if they said they didn't think you were hot."

makeup looks he would give you:

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin angel dust #hazbinhotel #angel dust #angel dust x reader

[haunted-headset]

💜 Oh, Distant You. 💜

Summary: Tommy asked what happened between you two.

a/n: hello! i was in the mood to make a short angsty fic, so i present this to all of you! this was (obviously) based on "Oh Distant You"

contains: angst, a break-up with you & Wilbur, crying, flashbacks, cursing, a cliffhanger ending, mentions of presumed death, the reader is said to have had mental health issues in the past, & mentions of suicide.

words: 651

tags:@zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

[Wilbur's {3rd person} POV]

Tommy had invited Wilbur to his house for an "intervention". He'd been locking himself in his apartment for days without messaging or calling anybody, streaming, or going to the studio. The Lovejoy members called him & messaged him uncountable times, but he never responded. Some of his friends thought he had killed himself. Nobody had heard from Y/N, either; they were an active streamer, usually streaming twice or thrice a week, but they hadn't streamed for two weeks. Y/N wasn't on tour with their band, either, & hadn't announced a break, so it worried Y/N's followers & fans.

"What's going on with you?" Tommy asked him. "Nobody's heard from you or Y/N in a few weeks. Did you two have a secret wedding & a honeymoon without telling anybody?" While the light-hearted joke was obviously intended to make Wilbur feel better, it just made him feel worse.

"We broke up, Tommy," he murmured, covering his eyes with his hand.

"You what?" Tommy raised his brow, not hearing Wilbur correctly.

"We broke up, Tommy," Wilbur repeated, louder this time.

Tommy was shocked. "I thought everything was good between you two! Why did they dump you?"

"I dumped them, Tommy," Wilbur said shakily, holding back tears.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm an idiot, Tommy, that's why!" Wilbur shouted, removing his hand away from his now red & glossy eyes. "Because I'm an idiot who thought prioritizing my music & my career over them was the better option! & they could be dead right now, for all I know! Their mental state was terrible when I broke up with them, so for all I know, they could be hanging from a noose right now, dead as a motherfucking doorknob."

"Woah, woah, woah, Wil, take a breath," Tommy said, his eyes wide from how Wilbur reacted. "Tell me what happened."

"I just--I got in over my head & started panicking & being an anxious idiot like how I was when I was a kid & I thought that my career & my band needed to be prioritized over them," Wilbur explained shakily.

"Why did you think that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I thought my career was better than them," he said softly.

"Is your career better than being with them?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"God, no, Tommy," Wilbur said with a catch in his throat. "I hate the way I talk when I'm trying to compliment or praise them because it'll never give off the praised esteem they have. They're two stars from grace & I'm convinced that this world turns for them & nobody else." He paused. "No offense, Tommy."

"Were you looking for somebody better or--" Tommy started.

"If the Lord or the universe or whoever fucking controls everything were to whip up a clone of them," said Wilbur, "I wouldn't even glance at it, so, no, Tommy. & if I did date that clone, I'd have to take a month off work & everything to sit down in the kitchen, & explain all our in-jokes, & cry with them to Wall-E, & still, I'd fuckin' miss Y/N."

"So you regret it all?" Tommy asked.

"Of course I do!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was creating the solution to their problems, that I was being the fix-all, but I was just the villain. & every single modicum of energy that I gave to all the little things compounded all my placidity, & I drove out all the good things & made life so fuckin' heavy, & now I can't wake up & talk to them." He was crying at this point, having to pause a few times to calm himself down.

Tommy held his phone up & pointed at the screen. He was on a call. He was on call with Y/N. He had been this whole time.

"Hi, Wilbur."

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[aleestor]

Can I just say.

To everyone, new or not. I just wanna say.

If you wanna write some fic, say something u think ppl will think you're weird for or just be yourself, then do it! Ppl are gonna love you for who you are, not for who you pretend to be. Remember that. I've seen so many ppl lately say they are ashamed/insecure about their personality and their writing and their selves in general tbh. If my moots weren't like they were I wouldn't me moots with them 😅 I love how silly ppl are or how serious ppl are bc that gives me more reasons to be silly with them or try to make them not as serious around me. And if you're reading this, I just wanna say, I love you and care about u. Never forget it. I will always try my best to support you whether i help or not.I'lll try <3

I'm gonna @ some ppl that I think need to hear this. Moots or not <3

@strangleetomz @finnlers @midnightfoxbackup @chocolateydinosaur @almond-sw1rl @hyper-raccoon23 @aceofsharks @boardmanpanic @breadreads00 @wendy-darling23 @willowsayshi @crazlee <3333

[g1gglee-rxccoon]

Im working on a fic rn, have some art! :D

I hope this counts as something to make up for how long I was gone!

Ily all! (Not in a romantic way)

Quackity drawing for: @quackityinutah and @technoblade-is-awesome

Philza drawing for: @ticklishavian / @totallynotbat

Autumn trio/ Foolish, ponk, and Sam for: @strangleetomz, @slimeylee, and @rxsahgrce

Sam drawing for: @wilbyscoot

Everyone mentioned (and others aswell!) Are all amazing and so, so kind!<3

Small thing to add, nobody here asked for art, I've just drawn it for them since they're so cool<3

#Raccoondidathing #RaccoonArt #Shut up raccoon nobody asked #Except the sock on my bedroom floor

[starb4es]

answering thses questions cuz idk what to do with my day

1. Are you ticklish in any spot you think is “unique”? Do you like to tickle in any spots that you think are “unique”?  hmm, i have insanely tklish calfs so yk

2. If you had 100 dollars to donate to the charity of your choice, what charity would it be?  any type of childrens hospital

3. Do you like the idea of gang tickling?  yes omg, if it’s like ganging up on sumone i love that idea. IF ITS A TLK FIGHT OMGMGMGM

4. What would be your entrance music? blue hair - tv girl or heartless - the weekend

5. Can you think of a fictional character you think would make a good lee?  Can you think of a fictional character you think would make a good ler?  lee: carl from the walking dead, like yes i have tkl headcanons for him in my drafts that i might post idk. ler: vance from the black phone, i feel like he would be so mean but like i jusg need one fic ab him and bruce tbh

6. What’s one topic you could talk about endlessly? the walking dead, music, and the black phone

7. Do you blush or get flustered about tickling? ..mm.. yes i hate it, smh

8. What’s one thing you’re proud of? idk

9. What is a popular opinion about tickling that you hold? if the lee is uncomfortable with being pinned or just tkled, don’t. tkl. them. or. pin. them.

10. What is your choice of music at 2 a.m.? tv girl, current joys, limp bizkit, lana del ray, the neighborhood, and beabadoobee

11. Ticklish hug, yes or no? yes

12. What, in your opinion, is 10/10 fiction? (It could be a TV series, movie, book, game, or anything.) i don’t rly like fiction so idk

13. Are there any tools you’d like to be tickled with? Are there any tools you’d like to tickle someone with? mmm.. feather duster.

14. Do you have any sayings you think about often? ??

15. Do you have any blogs that you like? Tag them if you’re bold i do love @tickly-trashcan, they are rly nice tbh and i love @lovelymessybubbly’s art sm omg. i also like @strangleetomz’s content js in general

16. Have you ever hate-watched a TV show or a movie? If so, what was it? im probs gonna get hated for this, ! MAJOR SPOILERS ! i don’t rly like alice in borderland i couldn’t get into it after s1 ep 3, they killed off the best characters tbh

17. What do you think about having music in the background while being tickled? What do you think about having music in the background while tickling someone? yes omg

18. What is a YouTube channel that you like? the sturniolo triplets omg

19. What puts you in a lee mood? What puts you in a ler mood?  lee: simple pokes from friends or one of my vrushes

ler: idk rly

20. If you had to choose between gaining the ability to rewind time back 3 seconds or being able to teleport 1 metre (3.3 ft), which superpower would you choose to have? rewind 3 secs back omg

21. How did you come up with your Tumblr username? it was my olf tiktok username before it got banned so yeahh

22. Do you have any tattoos? If yes, is there any meaning or story behind the tattoo you most recently received? If you don’t have any tattoos, do you plan to get one in the future?  i do plan to get 4 stars on my hips, a medusa one, and a semicon ( idk if that’s how u spell it lmao ) tattoo

23. What was the most recent tickle scenario or tickle fantasy you thought about? one time my crush came over and pinned me down and tkled me for like 20 mins, omg it was a dream. she like and so gentle but at the same time so ruthlesss.

24. What do you prefer between a cold day and a hot day? cold. i love the cold sm

25. Do you ever have tickle dreams? nah i wish

26. Do you have a favourite soup? If so, what is it? chicken noodle. i sounf like 5 yrs old😭

27. Tickle interrogation, yes or no? yes

28. What do you like to do to comfort yourself? take walks

29. Do you like lers who tease you verbally? Do you like lees who banter with you while being tickled?  lers who tease u verbally omg

30. What do you think is a 10/10 song? training wheels - melanie martinez

#st4rbaes #tickle scenarios #tickle things

[positiveglitchexists]

Idndinjdndjdb- literally every time you say something like that, I always imagine it in my head and it's making the teases even worse jfnfjfnnfn- and if I'm being honest, I'd probably lose if we ever tworded each or or got into a tword fight cause I haven't been tworded in a long while so I'm not used to it idndjdj- but I can still call you out too, you literally got into a lee mood because of strangleetomz's fic- (do I just call them tom or something? I don't wanna keep saying their full username but I don't know if they're fine with me using their name or something-)

Nooo same :( not the losing bit, I would totally win :D if I'm being honest tho, I'm like super super ticklish like everywhere- so 50/50 chance I think! ALSO HOW DARE YOU, THAT IS FALSE NEWS. (Uhh Their little card in their intro post says Tommy so maybe refer to them as Tommy? Idk maybe sending an ask to em just to check may be good :D if you say Tommy/Tom tho I'll know who you are talking about so dw ^^)

#positive rambles #positive sleepy hours #positives favorite anons

[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

[strangleetomz]

surprise enjoyment..?

ler!quackity, lee!wilbur

summary; wilbur is being a little bitch.. quackity tickles him for it. to wilbur’s surprise, however, he seemed to enjoy it.

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking / alcohol, mention of being drunk

reblogs appreciated,, ;-;

“Why is everyone saying- Someone said say your goodbyes, what does that mean?” Quackity looked confused as he, now nervously, tried to open the bottle of wine he held.

“You’re going to die from this,” Wilbur said, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk.

“No, you fucking asshole!” Nervous giggles spill from Quackity’s lips.

“Statistically-“

“Stop!”

“Statistically..”

“I know you’re lying, I know it's a bit but like..”

“WOOAH!” Wilbur cut Quackity off, pretending to grab Quackity to scare him. Quackity flinched, and almost immediately hid his face behind his hand.

“Statistically, someone will die in this room, from your actions right now. It’s gonna make a really scary, loud noise..”

“Dude! Fucking stop, no, you fucking do it, I can’t.” Quackity handed the bottle to Wilbur, and Wilbur opened it with ease.

“See, that’s why you hire experts, like me.. Because I won’t die.”

And then, just as Quackity’s nerves had eased, Wilbur pretended he was going to grab Quackity’s torso. Again. Quackity defensively put his arms in front of him, giggling nervously.

“Fuck off! Fuck off, that’s not funny!” He stood up, smacking the table before walking away as Wilbur smirked mischievously. Scaring Quackity was probably one of his favorite things to do.

Quackity murmured a few things to himself, about Wilbur being an asshole.. cocky..

And then he got an idea.

He made his way back over to where Wilbur sat, sipping from his glass of wine as if he’d done nothing. The bastard.

“I’m going to kill you,” Quackity threatened, but Wilbur only laughed, tauntingly.

“Aw, are you upset ‘cause I scared you? Is Big Q a little angry that he got scared~? Hmm?” Wilbur teased, speaking as if he were talking to a baby. Quackity rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I warned you, man.” Just then, Quackity reached down to squeeze and poke Wilbur’s sides, eliciting a shriek from the man. He was laughing again, but this time not tauntingly. Panicked, adorable, and very, very loud giggles.

Wilbur slid down his chair until he was on the floor, desperate for an escape from what he knew was to come.

“No, don’t you dare try escaping this! You deserve it, for scaring me!” Quackity kneeled down by Wilbur. They were both, mostly, out of frame from the stream, but they could be heard loud and clear.

Quackity held Wilbur down, and was pretty damn quick to drill his thumbs on the space above Wilbur’s hip bones, the bastard.

“QuaHAHACKITY! FUCK!” Wilbur threw his head back with a loud shriek of laughter, his hands latching onto Quackity’s wrist defensively— as if that will do anything?

“It’s about time I get some payback, huh? Don’t you agree, Wilbur?” Quackity smirked, keeping one hand at Wilbur’s hips, while the other scribbled on the taller’s underarms; Causing yet another shriek.

To Wilbur, this was a mix of heaven and hell.

It felt like little electric shock waves were shooting through him, yet they didn’t exactly feel bad. He felt a sense of comfort from it, in a way.

Maybe it was the fact he’d been stressed as of lately, and this, to him, felt like a good stress reliever.

Or maybe he was just drunk.

Either way, he was enjoying it— the only thing making him want it to stop, was knowing that chat could hear exactly what was happening.

“I’m gonna take your lack of a response as, you do agree.” Quackity snickered, his fingers spidering across Wilbur’s stomach.

He then stopped, to spare the slightest amount of embarrassment for Wilbur.. He knew that clip would probably circle everywhere.

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“Q?” Wilbur broke what had been their long silence— they ended the stream around half an hour ago, both of them now more sober.

“Yeah?” Quackity picked his head up to look at Wilbur.

“You know, um, earlier on stream, when you.. Um,” Wilbur placed a hand on his chin, as if trying to think of how to word this.

“When I what?” Quackity thought for a moment, trying to figure out what Wilbur meant…

Oh.

“Oh, what, when I tickled you? For being a little jackass?” Quackity snickered as Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Yes, that,” Wilbur responded flatly, before his nervous tone seemed to return. He began to mumble, “Um, you know, it was uh.. kinda fun? And-”

“You want me to do it again, don’t you?”

Does this man read minds?

“…Yeah.”

“Come here.”

Wilbur scooted closer to where Quackity sat on the couch, hugging himself and staring at the ground. Did he seriously just ask for this?

Pulling Wilbur from his thoughts, Quackity was quick to hold him in a hug from behind. He chuckled as the taller man squeaked— Not something he’d expected to hear. And then, Quackity dug his fingers into Wilbur’s ribs, his fingers vibrating on the spaces between the bones, skittering up and down the sensitive spot, relishing in the way he screamed and spat meaningless protests through his laughter.

And Wilbur could not have been happier.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #ler!quackity #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #mcyt tickle #sfw tickle fic #sfw interaction only

[strangleetomz]

family

summary: nothing, just c!sbi

we pretend the lore didnt happen here

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

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

word count: 4,034

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

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

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

c!sbi my beloved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Awwh!”

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

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

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

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

#the end is like mostly lee tommy #…sorry force of habit/hj #its 6:20 AM #strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!tommy #ler!tommy #switch!tommy #lee!wilbur #ler!wilbur #switch!wilbur #lee!techno #ler!techno #switch!techno #lee!technoblade #ler!technoblade #switch!technoblade #lee!phil #ler!phil #switch!phil #lee!philza #ler!philza #switch!philza

[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 🫶❤️

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tickletober day one— anticipation.

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo (he/him), lee!tommy (he/him) (CC’s)

I’ve been in this community since 2020, and made my blog in april of 2022. This is my first time ever participating in tickletober. 😭

In Tommy’s defense, he really did not think this would happen.

Sure, he believes in facing the consequences of your actions, but he didn’t think this would be his consequence.

Rewind a little. Tommy and Tubbo were doing an IRL stream together, and Tommy was just being a complete, total nuisance.

He’d make fun of Tubbo’s height (lightheartedly), randomly jump out and scream to scare Tubbo anytime he’d left for just a few minutes. Tommy spent half an hour just mimicking every word Tubbo said, either silently with his hand or aloud. Tubbo was surprised his eyes hadn’t rolled to the back of his head with how much he would roll his eyes at Tommy’s antics.

Tubbo had repeatedly told Tommy, “I’m going to murder you.” But Tommy would only laugh, seemingly not noticing the way Tubbo would smirk with a hint of mischief glistening in his eyes.

Now they were here, Tommy hiding under a bed—original, right?— and covering his mouth so his anticipatory giggles wouldn’t give him away.

“Oh, Tommy~” Tubbo dragged his name out with a teasing tone, and Tommy felt his face heat up. “Where are you~?” Tubbo’s footsteps were slow as he wanted to make Tommy wait. He opened any closed door he passed by, pretending to look before finally stopping in the doorway of the room Tommy was in. He watched as Tubbo slowly made his way to the bed. Tubbo grinned, “Tommy~ I only want to tickle you, man! You can’t possibly be afraid of a little tickling, just some wiggly fingers scribbling all over your stomach, squeezing your sides and drilling into your hips. You, the big man TommyInnit, afraid of some tickling? Hm~?”

..How on Earth can Tubbo be so teasy!?

Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, watching Tubbo take a final step and stopping right next to the bed he hid under before deciding to just sit on the bed. The anticipation was horrible. Tubbo went on to list exactly how he’ll tickle the blonde he “searched” for, knowing exactly what he’s doing, knowing that Tommy is entirely flustered out of his mind.

“Maybe I'll blow a few… no, a lot of, raspberries on your stomach while I squeeze and taser your sides. We both know that’s practically death for you! Or I could scribble into your underarms, and then vibrate my fingers when your arms come crashing down to inevitably trap my hands. Ooh, I could scribble on your knees, or on the backs of them? I’ll make sure to sit on your legs so you can’t kick, though. You’ll be trapped, unable to escape from me.” Tubbo teased, he could hear Tommy’s muffled, flustered giggles.

Tommy thought that he could escape, it’s worth a shot, right? He turned to face the opposite way as silently as he could, slowly beginning to move out from under the bed before feeling Tubbo grab onto his ankles and drag him out, quickly moving him over and pinning him to the carpeted floor. The brunette held his hands in the shapes of claws over Tommy’s sides, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the boy.

Tommy swore he was going to die.

“Tuhubbo! Cohome ohohon!” The blonde whined, covering his squinted eyes with his arms.

“If you say so,” Tubbo grinned innocently, digging his fingers into Tommy’s sides, scribbling, squeezing, and tasering while he leaned down to blow raspberries all over Tommy’s stomach— just like he said he would.

Tommy’s screams rang throughout the house as Tubbo wrecked the blonde until he was practically begging for mercy.

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tickletober day 6- chase

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy (CC’S)

#augtickletober2023 :)

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Tommy’s heart was pounding, he thought it would end up jumping right out of his chest. He ran through the different areas of his apartment, occasionally looking back a little to see if he needed to speed up and dodging any tables or furniture.

Why was he running through his apartment like a prison escapee, you may ask? Because Wilbur was currently chasing him with the threat of tickling Tommy to tears. And what did Tommy do to deserve this exactly? Nothing. Wilbur just felt like messing with him.

“Tommyyy~!” Wilbur called out, grinning widely as he was right on Tommy’s tail.

“Go awahay! I didn’t doho anythihing!” Tommy whined, picking up a little more speed.

“You can’t run forever, Tommy!” Wilbur started to run faster as well. He could tell Tommy wouldn’t be able to run much longer. Meaning he’d resort to hiding, in a really obvious and horrible spot.

“Fuck off, mahan!” Tommy felt his legs getting weaker, and so he impulsively bolted into the bedroom area of his apartment, hiding underneath the bed. Again, a really obvious and horrible spot. He had considered the closet, or behind a desk with some pillows in the corner of the room. But then he’d have less of a chance at an escape, so the bed would have to do for now.

He started thinking of places to go if he ran. Maybe he could run all the way to Tubbo’s place? Maybe Ranboo’s… Anything to get away from the “torture” his brother was going to give him.

Part of him wanted to stay, though. But he didn’t want this- right? No, why would he ever want something like that.. He definitely didn’t want it. Definitely..

While lost in thought, Tommy hadn’t noticed Wilbur entering the room, or crouching next to the bed and looking at Tommy.

“Hi Tommy.” Wilbur spoke with an evil grin once Tommy finally noticed his prescence, and he then pulled Tommy out from underneath the bed, setting him on top of it and pinning him down to lay on his back so he couldn’t run again.

“WILBUR!” Tommy shrieked, starting to kick and thrash as if trying to throw Wilbur off.

“Tommy!” Wilbur chuckled before tasering Tommy’s sides with his index fingers to get Tommy to squeal. He then started sporadically squeezing up and down Tommy’s sides, giggling at the surprised screams emitting from the blonde.

“No, WilbUR! DOHon’t!” Tommy squealed, twisting side to side to try and evade Wilbur’s hands.

“I’m only tickling you, Tommy! I just wanna spend time with my little brother, do you not like my affection?” He moved one hand to spider his fingers on Tommy’s stomach, using the other to drill his thumb into Tommy’s hip. Tommy shrieked bloody murder.

“WIHILBUHUR, NOHOHO! THAT’S SO BAHAHD!” Tommy screamed, kicking his legs out and trying to push Wilbur’s hands away.

“Is it? Really? I thought you were a big man, Tommy! Can the big man TommyInnit not handle a little tickling? Hm~?” Wilbur teased, his tone flustering Tommy to an insane extent as his ears went bright red. He couldn’t respond, only just laughing more.

“What’s the matter, Tommy? Cat got your tongue~? Or are you too embarrassed of your ticklishness? Don’t worry, I think it’s adorable.” His tone was teasing, but he did mean it. It is quite adorable how ticklish Tommy is.

“Fuck oHOHOFFF! NO WILBUR!” Tommy shrieked again, as Wilbur blew a raspberry right on the center of Tommy’s stomach. Wilbur sat back up.

“No what? Do you want me to stop? I will if you really do.” He slowed his hands, to gentle tracing on Tommy’s sides. Enough to keep him giggling, but also so he could talk.

“No- no… I- I don’t, no, you can-.. Yeah. You can keep going.” Tommy spoke rather frantically before closing his eyes and covering his face, which was turning bright red from the embarrassment. Wilbur's eyes widened before he returned to having a soft look on his face.

“Aww, Tommy! How sweet,” He cooed, giggling a little at Tommy’s embarrassing expression. He started slowly wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s sides, a wide grin on his face as the blonde below him started giggling.

Tommy’s giggling soon dissolved into shrieky, loud laughter as Wilbur suddenly drilled his thumbs into the teen’s hips. “WILBUR! NOHOHOHO!”

“Wilbur yehes!” Wilbur mimicked Tommy. “You wanted this!”

This lasted for about three minutes until Tommy tapped out, and they settled for just playing Mario Kart and whatever random games they could find to pass time until they got tired.

Tommy would forever deny how much fun he had being chased, and then absolutely wrecked.. But Wilbur still knew. How could he not know? They’re brothers, of course he’ll know.

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tickletober day 4– weak spot

#augtickletober2023

ler!tommy (he/him), lee!wilbur (he/him)

Tommy and Wilbur sat on opposite ends of the couch, they had settled for binge watching all of Ash’s vlogs on the TV since they had YouTube on it. They came across the one titled “things got weird,” which Wilbur paid no mind to until a certain point of the video with him and Mark.

“Switch it off,” Wilbur said, reaching over to Tommy, who had the remote.

“Why? We haven’t gotten through all of them,” Tommy responded, pushing the older away and returning his attention to the TV. His eyes widened, and he leaned forward in interest.

“This guy’s not ticklish- what the shit!” Mark had exclaimed before starting to try and tickle Wilbur, unhappy with how the man didn’t react.

“Just do it- just go for it, king.” Was Wilbur’s response, he had a little smirk on his face as Mark’s attempts at tickling him had failed.

“That- that doesn’t do it!”

Wilbur had then let out a small giggle as Mark had poked around his upper ribs, immediately turning to push Mark’s hand away.

“Oh, that was it!”

Tommy watched as the small fight went on in the video, then when it cut to the next clip he immediately turned to look at Wilbur with a shit eating grin.

Wilbur had a look of panic, his face a light pink from embarrassment . He had kept this from Tommy for so long, he knew that he would use it against him and never let him live it down.

“Tommy- No. Do not. I swear to god if you try anything, I will kill y-AAAH! TOMMY NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!” Wilbur shrieked as Tommy immediately jumped onto him, he attempted to push Tommy away but the boy wouldn’t budge.

“Absolutely not! You kept this from me!” Tommy exclaimed, “I deserve this revenge from all of the times you’ve tickled me!”

Wilbur instinctively wrapped his arms around himself, he was not gonna let Tommy have this.

“Oh come on now,” Tommy said, “You think that will stop me?” He then grabbed Wilbur’s wrists and pinned them down with his knees so he could still have both hands. “There.”

“Tohommy, come on. Please. You don’t have to dohO THIHIS- FUHUCK! NOHOHO!” Wilbur was cut off by his own shrieks of laughter as Tommy began clawing at his ribs.

“I am so going to use this against you. All the time.” Tommy grinned like a little kid, he finally had a way to torment Wilbur. He switched to vibrating his fingers between the bones, laughing as Wilbur twisted from side to side, trying to rid himself of the unbearable, stupidly ticklish sensation.

“TOHOHOMMY! FUHUCK- NOHOHOHO!” Wilbur’s face was bright red now, both from being embarrassed about the situation and laughing so hard.

“You know, you haven’t said stop, like at all. Do you like this, Wil?” Tommy slowed to a stop so Wilbur could answer.

“Shuhuhut uhup.” Was all Wilbur said as he pushed Tommy off of him. The blush had spread to his ears and down his neck, and he quickly buried his face in his hands.

“Aww, you do! That’s adorable!” Tommy cooed, immediately pulling Wilbur into a hug. “Just so you know I am definitely gonna tickle you a lot more now.” The teen carded a hand through Wilbur’s hair as he cooed more at the man’s flustered state.

“I will murder you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

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tickletober day 15- tickle fight

#augtickletober2023

switch!ranboo, switch!tommy, implied ler!tubbo

word count: 1,036

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This was a common occurrence. Much more common than you might think, really.

It seems like ever since Ranboo and Tommy found out about a certain “weakness” that they both shared, they abused that knowledge at every chance they got.

The weakness in question? They are both really ticklish. Like, insanely, if you will. And they both enjoy being tickled. What, its fun!

And this was one of those moments where they abused their knowledge of each other’s weakness.

“I’ll kihill yohOHOHOU! TOHOM!” Ranboo and Tommy were both on the floor, rolling around, tickling each other and just fighting for the upper hand. Ranboo was losing this “fight.”

“Oh really? You’ll kill me? How do you expect to kill me when you’re on the floor laughing and screaming? Huh, Ranboo?” Tommy grinned mischievously as he drilled his thumbs to Ranboo’s hips, using the rest of his fingers to scritch at the spot right above their hipbone.

“SHIHIT, TOHOHOMMY! NOHOHO!” Ranboo thrashed, bucking their hips and kicking their legs against the floor. They reached their flailing arms ahead of them, latching onto whatever part of Tommy they could and squeezing—Which happened to be his sides.

“AAAHH! Not my sohoft spot, man!” Tommy collapsed, falling over and pushing Ranboo’s hand away. This was their chance!

Ranboo quickly got up despite still giggling from only just then being tickled. They spidered their fingers on Tommy’s stomach with one hand, the other squeezing and pinching his hips and his sides.

“Yeah, take this, Tom! How do you like it!? Huh? Huh!?” Ranboo smirked, their tone nothing but playful. Their smirk turned into a wide grin as Tommy shrieked and squirmed below them.

“FUHUHUCK! Get OHOHOFF ME! RANBOHOO!” Tommy pushed at Ranboo’s hands, grabbing and holding onto his wrists. Ranboo chuckled, as this didn’t do anything to stop them. They brought their hands up, scribbling on Tommy’s underarms, which caused Tommy to press his arms against himself as he squirmed around. Ranboo just vibrated their fingers instead, it was like Tommy couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried.

“Tommy~ You can’t stop me!” Ranboo giggled, bringing their hands away for a second to crack their knuckles.

A mistake, on their end, because Tommy immediately started to squeeze their sides and get them off. Tommy laughed as they squealed and fell to the ground. Ranboo giggled rather loudly, a few snorts peppering in every few seconds. It was adorable. Downright fuckin’ adorable.

“Aww, Ranboo! Did you just snort!?” Tommy cooed at the boy below him. “That was adorable, do it again!”

Tommy squeezed Ranboo’s sides a few more times until they snorted again. He laughed, not to make fun of them or tease them, but he just found it So. Damn. Adorable.

“Tommy, quihihit ihit!” Ranboo held onto Tommy’s wrists weakly, but they didn’t do much to actually push him away. Tommy noticed this. (Of course he did, why wouldn’t he? Menace.)

“You know, I don’t think you want me to. So I think I will- hEY! RANBOO COME ON!” Tommy got cut off by himself, yelping as Ranboo started to poke and prod at his stomach. How is that fair!?

“You really thought I’d let you win!? Hell no! Come here!” Ranboo swiftly flipped both them and Tommy around, so now they had Tommy pinned. Tommy started giggling nervously, keeping a tight hold on Ranboo’s wrists in an attempt to push them away. It didn’t work.

Ranboo latched their hands onto Tommy’s hips, squeezing and pinching at the spot. They’d even drill their thumbs into the spot above Tommy’s hip bones, causing him to shriek rather loudly.

“RAHAHANBOO! This isn’t FAHAHAIR! NOHO!” Tommy seemed to repeat himself; all he would say is that it wasn’t fair. He kept calling out “Ranboo!” and “No!” And of course, the occasional “PLEASE!”

“What’s going on in here?” The sudden voice from the doorway had caught both Ranboo and Tommy off guard entirely, it scared them both. Ranboo stopped tickling Tommy, and the two of them both looked up towards the voice. It was Tubbo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“NOTHING! Nothing is going on- Ranboo get off!” Tommy whispered the last bit of his sentence in a panic, and Ranboo did comply. But they weren’t gonna say nothing was happening.

“I was simply just teaching Tommy not to start a fight he can’t win.” Ranboo smirked, eyeing Tommy. They chuckled at the glare they received from Tommy for that comment.

“Oh? So Tommy started this. Can’t say I’m surprised, honestly.” Tubbo smiled as he walked over to his friends.

“I did not! Ranboo started it entirely! Don’t lie, Ranboo!” Tommy protested, but Tubbo didn’t believe him. In fairness, he was in-fact lying. Tommy started it.

“Wh- No I didn’t!?” Ranboo and Tommy started going back and forth, arguing about who started it. This lasted for about two minutes until Tubbo put a stop to it.

“Alright, shut up!” Tubbo shouted over the duo’s yelling, and they immediately shut up. He had a smirk on his face as he spoke, he was really amused at his friends’ antics “Tommy I know you started it, on the contrary of what you think I’m not an idiot.”

“You are an idiot!” Tommy retorted, standing up on his toes to make himself appear taller than he already is. Tubbo simply pushed him back down to be flat on his feet, though it really didn’t make much of a dent in their height difference.

“Don’t test me, Tommy.” Tubbo threatened, slowly raising up his hand with wiggling fingers. Tommy quickly sat back down silently.

Ranboo only giggled at the interaction, covering their mouth with their hand as they faced the ground in an attempt to shut up.

“Oh you think that’s funny? I’ll show you something funny, bitch!” Tommy lunged at Ranboo, quickly pinning them down and latching his hands onto their hips. He scribbled, squeezed, drilled, and pinched their hips mercilessly. It didn’t help too much that Tubbo decided to join in by holding their legs up slightly to spider his fingers over the back of their knees.

Ranboo was left a giggly, blushy mess, and yet they loved it. Not that they’d ever admit it, though..

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tickletober day 19- arms up

#augtickletober2023

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy

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“Come on, I can’t do that!”

There was a pause, full of silence.

“Are you really going to make me, Wil?”

.

.

.

.

Tommy was being a complete, total nuisance. Cocky, loud, annoying, and just.. Well, he was being Tommy.

“Tommy, I swear if you don’t stop…” Wilbur’s tone was threatening; he had said this about three times now. It didn’t phase Tommy, if anything he just got worse. He was a big bundle of straight chaos.

In Wilbur’s humble opinion, Tommy needed to be taken down a peg.

“If I don’t stop?” Tommy mocked, “What’re you gonna do? Huh? What’ll you do? Because I think you’re not going to do anything!”

“I’m not sure you’d want to find out what I’ll do!” Wilbur retorted. He tried to seem annoyed, he tried, but in full honestly he was really amused. Tommy being his chaotic self, it made Wilbur smile. Even if he would rather die than admit it outloud.

Still, something was to be done about this. For god’s sake, it’s been nearly an hour.

“Tommy I’ll give you five seconds to run.” This sentence is what stopped Tommy.

Run? Seriously? Run where? There was nowhere to go! He would have to improvise, right? He wouldn’t even be able to hide…

“… 2… 1… Time's up! C’mere, Tommy!” Wilbur grinned mischievously, quickly tackling Tommy down to the ground. Tommy screamed.

“AAAHH! WILBUR! NO, THAT ISN’T FAIR I DIDN’T KNOW YOU STARTED COUNTING! NO, GET OFF!” Tommy’s voice was full of a mix of panic and excitement. Excitement. He wanted this. Why did he want this…? Tommy wasn’t even sure. It was just fun to him.

“I gave you time to run! It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention. Now, Tom Simons, you must face the punishment for your crimes!” Wilbur grinned evilly as he quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt to his bottom ribs and immediately blew a raspberry on the center of his stomach.

“FuHUHUCK! WIHIHILBUHUR! THAT ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy shrieked, weakly pushing at Wilbur’s head. It did absolutely nothing to stop him.

“It’s plenty fair!” Wilbur exclaimed. “I gave you time to run, and you just sat there! That’s not my fault, is it?” Wilbur didn’t give Tommy time to respond before he drilled his thumbs on Tommy’s hips, eliciting a very, very loud shriek. Wilbur giggled, “I didn’t think so.”

“WIHILBUR PLEHEHEASE! I’M SOHORRY- FUCK! NOHOHOT THERE!” Tommy shrieked. He shoved at Wilbur’s chest until he eventually fell over. Wilbur was quick to glare at him.

“Alright. Arms up.” Tommy stared at Wilbur. Was he serious?

“What?”

“I said, arms up. Put your arms up, and keep them there.” Wilbur smiled as he sat just above Tommy’s knees to keep him pinned.

“Come on, I can’t do that!”

There was a pause, full of silence.

“Are you really going to make me, Wil?”

Wilbur sighed, and simply held Tommy’s hands in the air with one of his own hands before blowing a long raspberry on Tommy’s stomach.

“JEHEHESUS CHRIHIST- ENOUGH WIHITH THAHAHAT!” Tommy shrieked, pulling for his arms to free but very quickly realizing he wouldn’t be able to.

Wilbur started squeezing the spot just above Tommy’s hips, Wilbur’s thumbs massaging circles on the teen’s hip bones.

“If I let go, will you keep your arms up?” Wilbur looked up at Tommy, who was practically a mess. Tommy nodded frantically, he would at least try.

And so, Wilbur let go, and Tommy held his arms in the air. He decided to start easy, and simply squeezed up and down Tommy’s sides. He smiled fondly at the giggles emitting from his little brother. But the giggles soon became loud, shrieky laughter as Wilbur started pinching and scribbling his fingers on Tommy’s hips. Tommy’s arms slammed down, and his hands latched onto Wilbur’s wrists.

“WiHIHILBUR! OKAHAHY OKAY I GEHET IT! STOHOHOP!” Wilbur stopped immediately, and sat next to Tommy as the boy curled up into a ball, his giggles now more muffled.

“You gonna stop being a little nuscience then?” Wilbur smirked, and Tommy nodded near frantically. Wilbur placed a hand on Tommy’s back, rubbing small circles on his spine as a comfort gesture.

“Alright. I’m done, I promise. C’mere,” Wilbur extended out his arms for a hug, Tommy accepted immediately. Wilbur cooed at his little brother, who promptly smacked his arm ad a response.

They both lied there in silence for around ten miniutes.

Wilbur would have fallen asleep if Tommy didn’t regain his energy.

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