Sam's back had been killing him all day, trying everything to relieve the pain, stretching, trying to crack it, hot shower, nothing helped. He laid on his front, on Foolish's hotel room floor. Foolish could tell something was wrong, he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"What's going on Sam? Somethings wrong." Foolish wandered over to where Sam was laying, kneeling down to make eye contact with Sam without him having to strain his neck.
"My back is tight, it's killing me man. Driving me nuts." Sam readjusted himself for what felt like the 600th time today. Foolish hummed softly, swinging his leg over to straddle the backs of Sam's thighs, sliding his thumbs up his back with a comfortable pressure.
"Oh God Foolish! Thank you...!" Sam sighed heavily, finally feeling that relief. He all but melted into the rug he was laying on, letting Foolish work his magic, massaging out the knots and tension that had been causing him pain. Foolish was so focused on working out all the kinks in his back that he didn't realize how close he drifted to his ribs. Sam jumped, suddenly very alert. His jump made Foolish flinch, ripping his hands away, thinking he'd hurt him.
"Are you ok?!" Foolish lightly pressed around the area, checking for a bruise he might've pushed into on accident.
"Fohohoolish StohohoOHOP!" Hearing Sam start giggling finally let Foolish know what caused the jump.
"I don't think I've ever met someone actually too ticklish for a massage~"
How about number 4 with ler ponk and lee Sam? I need to see my streamer get absolutely wrecked like he so deserve <3
ROSA!!! Thank you so much for this one. It's been ages since I've written Sam and Ponk, its honestly a crime. Hope you enjoy it!!
Prompt list Here
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It was quite common for Sam to be lost for hours working on redstone. If he could, Sam would have spent 24 hours a day just building with redstone and making new contraptions just for the sake of it. But sadly he needed to eat. And sleep. And company was also good too.
Ponk knew if he couldn’t find Sam, all he had to do was find Sam’s latest project. He’d come in to remind the creeper-hybrid to eat and take breaks, most of which were cuddles under the sun, but Sam got too focused into his work to enjoy the day. So Ponk offered to help.
“It doesn’t need moving. This part is fine.” Sam shut down Ponk’s suggestion for the third time.
Ponk huffed his frustration. “This would be over so much faster if you’d just listen to me.”
“Do you even know what I’m building?”
Of course Ponk didn’t. Sam’s projects could range from the simplest of things to the most complex contraption Ponk had ever seen. He never knew what they were until they were finished and even then sometimes an explanation was needed.
“I may not but I know how redstone works!”
“Yes yes, of course. For your little pranks.” Sam waved off as he looked thoughtfully to his machine. He tapped his chin in thought, speaking without thinking. “If I ever need help on dunking someone into slime, I’ll ask for your advice.”
The dismissing tone set off a fire in Ponk. He puffed himself up, with a glare in his eyes. Too bad Sam was too focused on his machine to see the warning signs.
“Big talk from someone who’s about to get tickled.”
Sam was placing down some redstone when the threat reached him. He paused half way through bending down, with his ears twitching. “Wha-ACK!”
His words cut off as Ponk launched into his sides and he was tackled to the ground. Sam didn’t even have time to regain his composure before nimble fingers dug into his sides, tickling up and down his ribs and thumbs drilling into his armpits.
Sam tried to turn over and push the pranking menace off him, but Ponk just slipped around, managing to get a good seat on Sam’s waist and unleashed on the hybrid’s ribs.
Ponk tickled down, kneading into Sam’s hips and squeezing up to his sides. “That does not sound like an apology to me, Sammy.” Ponk grinned. Sam was trying his hardest to push Ponk off, but working for hours with no breaks and being tickled mercilessly left him with no strength.
The tickling turned softer and softer, dying down until Ponk's tough was firmer, giving Sam’s side a soft massage. A tickly massage, but it was more comforting and making him relax more than shudder with ticklishness.
“You alright?” Ponk asked. Sam purred and nodded. “I think it’s time for a little break, Sam.”
Sam mumbled something, probably fighting it off, but when Ponk flopped onto his chest all the fight left him. He dragged his arms up and wrapped around the smaller doctor. Suddenly with Ponk cuddled into him and the sun warming them both, his machine wasn’t so important anymore.
idk if this is just a me thing,,,, but do fishnets make other peoples skin feeling more sensitive?? have i just outed myself? 😅 surely at least someone else knows what i mean
rEGARDLESS we have several cute aspects to this outfit here — that both cckarl and csam would rock btw 😂 (idk why but this character combo is funny to me).
and i went a little insane so it’s (under cut):
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immediately i’m of course noticing the very exposed tummy, covered in fishnets and just looking very traceable 🤌🏼 like just running finger tips or nails gently over it? possibly poking or scribbling between the netting?
there could be a fun game that they could play where they mark with a marker which hole is the most ticklish. like using different coloured pens to signify different levels of ticklishness? this suits cckarl a bit more i think. like imagine him all giggly with rainbow spots on his belly/back/sides/all over
all this talk of csam beinf a creeper-centaur hybrid is making me struggle to see him as anything but that… which is obviously causing me to think of some pretty hilarious images in my head 🤭 (how would you even put fishnets and short shorts on a centaur).
bUt i’m assuming of course that you would be putting them on a human csam 😂. for him i think that ponk could maybe gaslight him into believing that in fact it would be interesting and important to know which hole in his fish nets is more ticklish. i’m also imagining ponk using the quill of a feather to find it. i have no reason behind that.
it would be cute to tuck feathers into the holes and pull them through though. feel like that would be epic 🙌🏼 they could thread so many feathers in
once again,, back tickles have very similar vibes to tummy here,, only this time,, if the lee is on their tummy then the backs of their thighs are exposed 🙌🏼🙌🏼
picture everything i just talked about for tummy,, but put the same situation onto literally the whole leg. like back of knee tickles?? the fishnets somehow make it more precise?? also just thigh squeezes 🤌🏼 skittery thigh squeezes while they’re all exposed like that. also back of thigh and back nibbles?? side nibbles?? all would be epic i feel 😁
Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.
Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together
Word Count: 1685
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And the universe said I love you.
"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.
"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.
Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."
Another poke made him squeal.
And the universe said you have played the game well.
"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."
"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.
"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."
Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.
And the universe said everything you need is within you.
"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.
Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.
"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"
And the universe said you are stronger than you know.
A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.
Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.
Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.
But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...
"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"
Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.
But this wasn't "normally" anymore.
"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"
"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"
"Revenge, old man!"
And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.
And the universe said you are the daylight.
"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.
So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.
And the universe said you are the night.
"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.
"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."
Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.
"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"
"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!
He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.
"PLAY!"
"Fr-Frahahahahan!"
And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.
Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.
The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."
Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."
The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."
"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."
And the universe said the light you seek is within you.
"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."
Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"
"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."
Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.
"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"
Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.
"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"
"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"
"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"
"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"
And the universe said you are not alone.
"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.
"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."
"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"
Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.
"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"
And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.
"Jealous?"
Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.
"J-Jealous of what?"
"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."
"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."
"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.
"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."
And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"
"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.
Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.
"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"
As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"
And the universe said I love you because you are love.
"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.
"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"
"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!
Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"
And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"
"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
Idk if you remember my manhunt concept but I was thinking about it earlier. I imagine after the first Dream win with Sam as a hunter they had him go last, Dream wrecked Sapnap first, George went next, then Ant, then Bad. He essentially went down the list of how rough he can be with them. Since it was Sam's first he was much nicer than he was with the others. He let him have full squirming privileges, he kept his teasing as sweet and minimal as possible, they had a long talk beforehand about boundaries and his designated safeword, and he was very gentle, only being a little rough in short bursts on more touchy spots like his ribs. Trying his best to make his "forfeit" as fun and playful as possible. He'll get rougher and meaner later once they've gone a few rounds
okay I don’t think i ever received the first ask (i saw you sent me it to remind me of what the concept was). i love love loveeeee this concept so much, the idea of dream being able to either tk all 5 hunters OR, get tkled by 5 hunters 🫠
now i don’t know too much about sam but i can tell u their friendship irl is so so SO CUTE ): i think he would absolutely be gentle with sam the first time. especially after that video of him softly kissing sam on the cheek????? like???? babies!!!!!!
but yeah dream would be super soft and kind with him, kind of exploring where sam is most tklish and seeing what makes him laugh and squirm the hardest. i think it’s so cute and totally dream of him to sit and discuss boundaries beforehand, and just making sure through the whole wrecking that sam is comfortable and feels okay, not totally overwhelmed and tkled out
and even though he’s being nice, sam can tell how good of a tkler dream is, and now all sam can think about is how much information dream has for next time 😵💫
This is a strictly platonic fic, It’s my first so it might not be the best but hope you enjoy
Prompt
This takes place when Sam is changing the obsidian to crying obsidian. Sam is trying to change the obsidian to crying obsidian but dream gets bored and decides to cause some tickly chaos.
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Laying at home, Sam’s mind started to wander off to the main problem at the prison; Dream trying to escape. Dream’s attempts at escaping the prison were starting to become a bit too much for Sam to handle, as he wasn’t sure when he was going to try to escape or if he would be able to stop him. Realizing that Dream could possibly start a fire and make a nether portal out of the prison, Sam decided that he needed to do something about it. Then a perfect idea came to mind, crying obsidian. It can’t make a nether portal and it’s just as hard to break with mining fatigue.
“I can do it tomorrow when I go to the prison,” thought Sam as he dozed off.
The next day, Sam was at the prison bright and early ready to start his shift and fix Dream’s cell. Lowering the lava, coming face to face with the prisoner, Sam began his journey on the moving bridge to the main cell.
“Well, well, well, look who it is! Did you come to replace my clock, or, even better, kill me? Oh right! You can’t!” taunted Dream.
Sighing, Sam replied, "Dream if you wish to not fall into lava, I suggest you stand back.”
Dream took his advice and backed up to the back of the cell. Seeing that Dream took his advice, he began his work.
“Hey Sam, what are you doing? Sam, Sam! Sammmmmm-”
After what felt like an hour of listening to Dream whine, Sam looked up from his work and glared at him through his creeper mask.
“What do you want, Dream?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to know if I can watch you work from a bit closer?”
Thinking about his options, he sighed and replied, “Fine, but if you try to hurt me I will not hesitate to kill you.”
Dream shrugged and shifted a bit closer to him. It had been about fifteen minutes before Dream started to get bored. Smirking, he poked Sam’s side to see his reaction. What he wasn’t expecting was for Sam to do was drop what he was doing and violently flinch. Dream could’ve sworn he heard a slight hiss as well.
“W-What was that for?” Sam asked, slightly flustered.
“No way could it be that the big, bad Awesamdude is ticklish?” Dream teased with the biggest smirk on his face.
Sam stumbled back a bit, turning light green at the tease.
“No you just caught me off guard.”
“Oh then you wouldn’t mind me doing this!” he said launching himself at him.
“What do you AH-!” Sam yelped as he was tackled to the ground.
Trying to get back up, he realized he couldn’t as Dream had placed himself on his thighs. Looking up at Dream, who could see his bright green face as his mask had fallen off when he tackled him.
“D-Dream what are you gonna do?”
“Nothing Sam, I’m just testing something.”
Looking down at Sam, Dream started his attack on the creeper hybrid in his bonds.
“Hmmm, where should I start Sam, hmmm? Maybe here?” Dream tested while poking and prodding at his tummy.
“H-hey w-wait can we talk about t-this?” pleaded Sam trying to keep the giggles he felt in his chest at bay.
Realizing Sam was holding back his giggles, Dream started to pinch up and down his sides using one hand and scribbled all over his stomach using the other hand.
“Hehehehy D-dream wahahait-” There was no use in him pleading as he was thrown into hysterical giggles.
“Aww~the big bad Awesamdude defeated by a few t-ti-tickles! How adorable!”
Sam turned even greener at Dream’s teases as his laughter became more hysterical. Wondering why his reaction had changed , Dream looked at where his hands where and realized they were drilling into hips.
“Aw is this a bad spot?” Dream teased drilling small circles into the creeper hybrid’s hips.
“DREHEHEHAM NAHAHAHAHA-''
Sam was unable to even form proper sentences. All he could think off was the tickly sensations spreading throughout his entire body. Giving the hysterical man a chance to catch his breath, Dream plotted where he should go next.
Using one of his hands, he pinned Sam’s arms above his head and his other hand started moving towards his underarms. Just hovering above his underarms, Dream waited a little to build up some anticipation.
“J-just do it already!”
The anticipation was absolutely killing him.
“Such an impatient lee!” Dream teased but he finally lowered his hand into his armpits, letting go of his hands to drill his thumbs into both of Sam’s armpits.
“FAHAHAHAHA DREHEHEHE-” Sam cackled loudly as he trapped Dream’s hand in his armpits.
Seeing the man was running out of breath, he stooped and was about to get up but he realized there was a spot he hadn’t tried yet.
“How many ribs do creeper hybrids have Sam?” Dream asked as a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.
“W-whahat, uhum twenty four, why?” Sam asked, as his giggles started to wear off.
“You don’t sound too sure about that~ Wait I have an idea! I can count and check how many ribs you have! But I’ll need you to stay still, okay?”
Sam literally exploded with laughter as Dream massaged up and down his ribs.
“Ooh, I think I found your worst spot Sam~ How cute!” Dream cooed at him though Sam barely heard him through his hysterical laughter.
“Oneeee, Twooooooo, Threeeeee,- Sam! You’re moving too much! Now I have to start over!”
“WAHAHAHAIT *boom* DREHEHEHEAM I’M SOHOHOHOHORY!”
Realizing the poor creeper hybrid was nearing his limit, Dream slowed his hands, settling for just gently tapping on the giggly hybrid’s ribs.
“That was so cute Sam! You literally exploded with laughter!” Dream continued to coo at Sam causing him to turn even more green.
“Will you let me finish my work now?” Sam asked slightly tired, after nearly getting tickled to death.
“Eh, sure why not,” Dream replied with a cocky smirk still plastered on his face.
Finally, after finishing his work, Sam left the cell and started to make his way out of the prison. Smiling to himself as he was on his way home he thought, “I should really do more work like that in Dream’s cell.”
When Foolish first confronts Sam, he does so as his smaller height of about 7 feet — making him and Sam about the same. And Sam maybe heard a couple rumors about him but he’s not particularly interested in them, he’s more just moping about after losing control of Dream. So Foolish talks, and he’s all smiles and cheery tones as he asks about the prison. And Sam bemoans losing Dream and losing his position and how things were perfect “when it was just me and him.” And Foolish pokes and prods about certain details, and the conversation gets more uncomfortable. Until finally Foolish’s reveals that 1) Dream is his little brother and 2) he’s here for revenge. And then he grows to his full height.
Sam’s a fair bit bigger than Dream, but Foolish can still pick him up pretty easily — one hand around his centaur body and the other around his upper torso. He manhandles him around and positions him so that he’s on his back, a position that he’s simply not very used to and that leaves him disoriented. Then he starts poking around, looking for any spots that might get him squealing, all the while talking to Sam in a faux-cheerful voice about how Dream has been doing, about how the server looks, and about how he’s gonna wreck his shit.
Now, Sam isn’t actually that ticklish — not like Dream, who’s basically a walking bundle of nerves. But he has a couple spots, and Foolish finds them pretty quickly. His hips are pretty sensitive to being kneaded, his armpits can’t really take being scratched, and while his humanoid tummy isn’t really ticklish his LOWER tummy is an absolute death spot. Foolish finds out about that spot last.
And the look of absolute delight that spreads over his face makes Sam freeze.
He knows how to tickle someone’s tummy. It’s Dream’s worst spot, too! So he sits down and prepares to enjoy himself for the next hour or so. He kneads, wiggles his fingers, and soon uses his mouth to nibble and blow raspberry after raspberry into the fluff. He talks about how soft Sam’s belly fur is, too, and how he could probably do this forever.
By the time he’s done with him, Sam’s a trembling mess. Foolish rolls his eyes and then spends some time comforting him, running a nail down his spine and scratching his haunches in a way that makes him melt in his arms. He warns Sam that he’s going to be back soon, and they’re going to have a talk, and Sam better behave himself from now on.
Sam falls asleep in his arms pretty quickly, though, so it’s up for grabs whether or not he heard any of it.
ahhhhh so foolish is so feckin fun right?? coz he can absolutely do the cheery facade no problem :D like it’s so in character for him to do most of the conversing and prodding in a cheery voice,, and then also the reveal for his revenge in a cheery voice lmao. he’s just such a cheery dude, but the words he’s saying and the fact that he’s now growing to 23 feet tall and man handling sam (😭) don’t match his tone at all
(discussion below)
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i like that you pointed out that there would most certainly be positions that sam would not be used to being in with his centaur body,, and i feel that on his back would be one of those positions heh. or at least, it’s certainly a vulnerable position for him to be in, especially while dangling in mid air
the idea of foolish poking and prodding around to find all this hidden ticklish spots is so cute :(( and i’m kinda bringing in the hc that perhaps sam wouldn’t know many of them? im also just obsessed with the fact that centaurs would have two tummies lmao. but not only that,, the idea that the lower tummy is kinda defenceless? coz their human arms wouldn’t be able to reach so they have to rely on their legs? (possibly have talked about this with @covenofwives before 😵💫). and also the positioning of their skeleton (lmao), usually means that it’s difficult for them to actually see their lower belly right? like especially if sam’s being held up? so he’s also be blind to the attack, and therefore blind to defend
i love the idea that foolish is being like, passive aggressive during it all 😂 like a karen. like he’s all smiles but his teeth are gritted and he’s mad. i feel like that would drive sam crazy. like the sarcasm. the “oh really?? that’s crazy!?” phrases that foolish does eee.
also i feel like sam would be the type to try and logically argue why foolish can’t possibly tickle him forever (despite foolish clearly not intending to do so), and would try to demand time limits or basically just demand some kind of control (i feel like he’d be very weak to not knowing when it was all going to stop). and of course foolish’s sarcasm and cheery claims that he’s just going to keep going until he gets bored perhaps, just drive him up the wall… but sam can handle it right? sam made dream handle torture. sam can handle tummy tickles 👍🏼☺️
Okay your lee Sam is too cute 😭, could we get a lee Sam and ler foolish with paws? Seems only fair for foosh to get revenge for that one prompt
This went on so much longer than I though it would and I regret NOTHING
Every Foolish prompt I get gives my wing another feather
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“Well look at these little guys. Look at the paws on you!”
“Fohohohoholihihihsh! Stahahahap!”
Sam giggled into the bend of his elbow covering over his face. He knew his cheeks were glowing and couldn’t bare to look Foolish in the eye as the totem demi-god loomed above him. There were a few things to get Sam in trouble. One was his flirting, and the other was his cocky belief that no matter how many times he tickled his boyfriends, he’d never get any repercussions. Time and time again that belief was proven wrong, and yet Sam never learned.
He was lounging by his home, laying back on the grass in his centaur form when Foolish came upon him. The golden shark was all warm with smiles and cooing over how cute Sam was again and Sam had turned soft to the compliments. So when Foolish asked if he could look at Sam’s paws again, the creeper hybrid didn’t hesitate. He didn’t remember that he had tickled Foolish so recently, and he also just happened to forget that he’d shared a moment with Ponk and had his paws tickled. It didn’t really click in his brain that his boyfriends could have spoken to one another about these events and if Foolish really wanted revenge, Ponk could have easily told him how ticklish Sam’s paws were.
No, all that thought and remembrance came to Sam when Foolish grew himself slightly bigger and straddled over his centaur stomach. Then it really kicked in when Foolish grabbed one of his paws, and ran his nail down the paw pad ever so gently.
“F-Fohohoholihish pleheahase! Thahat tihihickles…” Sam pleaded through his giggles.
“It does? Huh…well look at that.” Foolish’s response was followed by raising another finger and running a second nail down the pad.
Sam made an embarrassing yip, burying his face further into his arm. He knew pleading probably wasn’t going to work, but his mind wasn’t thinking straight at the moment. His nerves were too on edge with the tickly shocks coursing through him, and most of his energy was to try and suppress his bubbly giggles.
Foolish only took hold of one of Sam’s paw, the other was pressed into Foolish’s stomach, softly kneading into the golden skin as he was trying to push the demi-god back, but it was pointless. He knew it tickled Foolish a little, but not enough him to stop or let go of Sam’s other paw. His back legs uselessly kicked in the air with every tickly scratch.
“You know, Sam, Ponk told me an interesting fact.” Foolish began, his two fingers still softly tickling up and down the paw pad. His voice was soft and sweet, talking to Sam like the green haired warden was a precious skittish treasure. It made Sam feel warm, and soft which just make the tickles along his paw that much more maddening.
“W-Whahahat…?” Sam tentatively asked, just peaking out over the top of his arm and nearly hiding again when he saw Foolish grinning triumphantly down at him.
“He told me that your little toe beans are much more ticklish than your paw pads!” Foolish nearly squealed. “Is that true?”
Sam’s cheeks felt like fire, only made worse by Foolish’s teasing giggles. “N-NO! Nononohohoho. T-Th-Thahat’s nohot truhue at ahall!” His lie could have done with better acting. It didn’t help his case that his paw tried to curl in on itself.
“Oh no no no. We can’t have that~”
Foolish brushed his thumb under Sam’s paw pad, pressing in ever so slightly and Sam helplessly giggled as his paw was forced to stretch out and uncover his poor defenceless toe beans.
“Oh you’re presenting them to me! How kind of you Sam!”
“Why not, Sam? They wouldn’t happen to be ticklish would they? Perhaps more ticklish than your pad?”
Foolish ran his thumb along the paw pad again, his long nails tracing the outline of it’s shape and sending Sam into giggling hysterics once more.
“Y-Yehehehes!” Sam pleaded desperately. “Thehehehey’re tihihicklihish! M-Muhuhuch mohohohore tihihihicklish! Pleheheheahahahase!”
Foolish made a dramatic show of a gasp, putting a hand to his chest as though he had been struck. “You lied!” He gasped. “Not only have you hid these beans from me but you lied about them too!”
“P-Pleheheahahase!”
“I think that means we’re gonna need to step this up a notch!”
Foolish pushed his thumb in again, stretching out Sam’s toes once more. He brought forward his other hand, but instead of presenting one finger, or two, the demi-god stretched all five of them out, tauntingly wiggling them and inching them closer to Sam’s toe beans.
Sam’s body fought for survival. His back legs kicked, the paw on Foolish’s stomach pushed and he tried to wriggle his body out from under the tall totem but it was no use. It didn’t stop the hand slowly wiggling towards him, or lessen the strength of the one holding him.
The nails made contact with his toe beans, starting their scritches and Sam went mad with ticklish laughter. Unlike the giggles that bubbled up in his throat, this one came from his chest, loud and uncontrollable as he babbled and pleaded.
Sam’s human arms were in a conflict of themselves whether to hide his face, hold onto his paw or try and hold onto Foolish’s arm. They seemed to settle for a compromise in one arm thrown over Sam’s eyes as the other beat into the grassy ground in some attempt to lessen the maddening tickles.
Even though every nerve in Sam’s body seemed to be focused in on the tickling to his poor paws, he could still feel his short fluffy tail wagging happily in the grass under the golden God.
