“You’re so stiff, Ant! You need to loosen up if we’re gonna hunt Dream today!”
Antfrost was in the middle of warm-ups for the upcoming manhunt as Bad had offered to help him. He wished now more than anything he had declined. Bad suggested stretches and led Ant down to stretch out his legs. When Bad’s hand held onto Ant’s hip for “support”, fingers started squeezing and skittering and Ant was breaking down into giggles, begging the demon to stop. When it finally stopped Ant got a few moments of relief before Bad chirped up: “Okay! Now the other side!”
I have an idea if anyone wants to write it, the main reason they all fight so hard to win in the manhunts isn't because they're competitive, it's because the loser(s) gets wrecked as a punishment for losing. If Dream wins he gets to wreck all five hunters individually for as long as he wants or until they safeword. If the hunters win Dream gets wrecked by five lers until he safewords.
I’m gonna speedrun so many fics. and if i don’t, i don’t care if i go into august writing these. i WILL get them done. also i don’t know a ton about antfrost so if this is ooc sorry aaa
word count: 948
prompt: ender pearls
character: antfrost
warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]
Antfrost had always been pretty skilled at this game. And what was the game, you ask?
Huntsman.
Huntsman was a game that was invented by Sapnap, and usually played by him, George, Ant, Sam, and Bad. It was for when they wanted to practice for their games of manhunt with Dream, and was quite simple.
Players had to dig through a chest full of random things without looking, and pull out one item that may help them, or turn out to be of no use. They were also given a flag that they had to carry around, and make sure no one else got it. Once you got someone else’s flag, you had to bring it to headquarters (aka, the community house) to get a point. No weapons were allowed, you just had to grab the other person’s flag and run. The last person remaining with their flag not at headquarters was deemed the winner.
Today, all five hunters were playing, and Antfrost had gotten extremely lucky. When blindly digging through the chest, he had pulled out a singular ender pearl. He knew he had to wait to use it, and act for the perfect opportunity, this shouldn’t be quickly wasted.
And now, Antfrost decided, would be a good time. He had been on top of a large hill in the middle of the forest, and, as much as he hated to admit it, wasn’t quite sure how to get down. He scanned the area of trees below, looking for a good spot to land. The siamese cat tossed the pearl in his hands, finding an open clearing. Winding his arm back, he threw he ender pearl down, closing his eyes tightly, ready to teleport.
Feeling a sudden shift in the texture of the ground, Ant opened his eyes, now clutching the flag in his hands. He scanned the area, seeing that there were trees, more trees, a cow, Sapnap, another cow- shit. Sapnap.
The two of them made direct eye contact. Sapnap, with a glint in his eye, quickly ran towards Antfrost, ready to steal his flag. Antfrost was ready to do the same...had it not been for a sudden wave of strange tingling appearing all over his body. He clutched his stomach, knees buckling, and started...laughing?
Sapnap, equally as confused, walked over. “Ant? What the hell is happening to you?” He asked, an amused grin on his face.
“I-I dohohon’t knoHOHOW!” He said with a goofy grin, his tail embarrassingly swishing back and forth.
Sapnap watched, thinking for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Oh! Yeah, I’ve noticed recently that ender pearls have been kinda weird recently. Whenever you use one, this, like, shockwave comes over your body, and it kinda feels like it’s tickling you? It’s happened to me a few times.” He shrugged, grinning as Antfrost fell to the ground. “Whatever. It gives me the perfect chance to go ahead and steal your flag.”
“DohOHOn’t ehehevehen thihihink ahabohouhut ihihit!” The cat snapped back, clutching his stomach with his free hand, laughing as he pulled the hand holding the flag away from Sapnap.
“Oh, I’m thinking about it.” An evil smirk graced Sapnap’s face as he went to grab the flag. Ant was still quite as good at this as he was before, pulling it out of Sapnap’s reach.
“Hmm...this thing is still tickling you? It didn’t last this long for me.” He asked curiously, looking at Antfrost’s quivering body.
“YeHEHES, ihihit ihihis!” Ant giggled.
“Hmm...well, going by that logic, it should probably tickle more if I tickled you on top of it.” He mentioned casually with a grin.
Antfrost’s eyes widened, and he clutched onto the flag tighter. “Wahahaihihit, nohoho! SahahapnaHAHA- SAHAPNAHAP!” He let out a surprised, high-pitched yell when he felt the other man digging his fingers inbetween his ribs.
“Aww, does that tickle? Are you a little bit ticklish, Ant? Are you a ticklish little kitty?” He cooed, not making an effort to grab the flag yet.
“SAHAHAPNAHAP, YOHOHOU JEHEHERK!” He squealed, laughing as he kicked his legs.
“Oh, come on, I’m just trying to get your flag!” Sapnap said, definitely focusing on something other than getting Antfrost’s flag. “The rules said that I only can’t use weapons, and unless I’m punching you, which I’m not, my hands don’t count as a weapon.” He moved his hands to the cat’s belly, a sudden screech emitting from Antfrost’s throat.
“NOHOHOHO! SAHAHAPNAHAHP, NOHOT THEHEREHE, NOHOHOT THEHEHEREHE!” He yelled out, curling in on himself as much as he could.
“Oh? Is this a bad spot?” Sapnap smirked, scribbling his fingers all over his stomach, feeling every inch of Ant’s soft fur. The siamese threw his head back, cackling loudly as his friend showed no signs of stopping.
“OHOHOKAHAY, ENOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEAHAHSE, JUHUST TAHAHAKE THE FLAHAHAG!!” Antfrost yelled out, holding his hand with the flag out towards the other. Sapnap quickly stopped, lightly rubbing at his belly before taking the flag.
“Thank you very much.” He smirked, standing up and watching as the other caught his breath. The effects from the ender pearl had seemingly faded away, but Antfrost was still a giggly mess on the ground.
“I heard that George managed to take Bad’s flag and bring it to headquarters, so I guess you’re the second one out. Unless you steal it back from me before I get there, but...I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” He teased, leaning down to poke Antfrost’s stomach, smiling as he giggled and curled in on himself. “See ya!”
Antfrost giggled on the ground as he walked away, finally sitting up after a few minutes, but he sat up, knowing one thing.
Imagine ant and red cuddling together in a feild, velvet holding his man in his arms while lightly running up and down his sides making the glasses wearing boyo giggle a bunch
