Sapnap rolled his shoulders after his set on bench press, wandering over to where Punz was getting ready to use the lat pull-down bar in their at home gym. George bailed on him last minute so Sap asked Punz to fill in for the day. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel around his neck and resting his hands on his hips.
"What are you doing now?" Sapnap huffed, still catching his breath.
"What's it look like dumbass? I'm gonna use the damn lat pull-down bar." Punz replied, practically feeling Sapnap roll his eyes at his snarky reply.
"I was just asking, damn. You're so rude." He chuckled, jokingly jabbing two fingers into his back ribs, jumping back a bit when Punz yelped and slammed his arms down in response.
"Oh~ well this should be interesting~" Sapnap purred, squeezing himself on the seat behind Punz.
"I don't think I like that tone..." Punz’s voice shook with nerves as he pressed his arms tighter to himself.
"This your last thing right~? So let's make it fun~ A little challenge if you will~ Hands on the bar~ Come on~" Punz side eyed Sapnap before weighing his options. He slowly raised his arms to grip the bar like he normally would, shuffling a bit in anticipation.
"What are we doing..?"
"I want at least 10 reps of this~ All the way down~ Bar to chest~ No cheating~ I will only stop momentarily when you've completed a rep~" Before Punz could question what he meant by that he felt ten fingers in his exposed armpits, skittering around quickly.
"AAAAHHHH, WAHAHAHIT!" Punz’s arms came down immediately, falling backwards into Sap's chest, arms curling into his chest.
"You've got 10 reps still Punzy boy~ You better get on it~ I can do this aaaall day~" Punz’s legs bounced quickly, forcing his hands up to the bar after a few tries. Punz tugged the bar, realizing quickly how much harder it was to pull it down. He quickly forced the bar down to his chest, letting out a sigh of relief when Sapnap pulled back, opting to rub his back.
"9 more~ Back up, come on~"
"Do I have to? You’re making this so difficult" Punz whined, voice straining as he struggled to keep the bar at his chest.
"Yep, you do so let's get going~ The quicker you do these the quicker it's over~" Punz groaned, begrudgingly letting the bar back up. His muscles instantly relaxing before tensing all over again when Sapnap’s fingers walked down his ribcage. He yanked the bar down immediately, whining in relief when he stopped.
"8 more~ maybe if you go fast enough I won't be able to get my hands on you~" Punz let the bar back up, lolling his head back onto Sapnap’s shoulder, which he immediately took advantage of. Sapnap grabbed hold of his chin, rubbing his beard against his neck and ears, absolutely adoring the high pitched, childlike giggles they pulled. He let go with the bar with one hand, pushing at his face.
"You better puuuulll that bar down~" He purred into his ear. Watching him pull at least 3 reps before he could even fully react. He chuckled against his back, ignoring the extra reps he was trying to pull.
"You are so adorably ticklish bro, how your siblings aren't constantly tormenting you is beyond me." Punz whined, holding the bar down with all his strength when he noticed he had Sapnap’s full attention again.
"Last one Goldy Locks~ Let's go~" Punz stiffened when he felt Sapnap slip his hands into the junction of his hips and thighs. Punz’s breath stuttered in nerves.
"I don't wanna..." Punz whined, his arms beginning to shake.
"Last one Pretty Boy~ Come on~ Just get through it~" Sapnap’s voice was sweet, but Punz knew what was coming. As soon as the bar hit the top, Sapnap squeezed immediately, deep and quick. Punz immediately dropped his hands to pull Sapnap’s.
"STOHOHOOHOP SAHAHAHAP!"
"Finish it~!" He encouraged, drilling his thumbs into the center, watching him shoot up to yank the bar down.
"There you go! Look at you!" He cooed, patting his back.
"What the fuck did you do to me...?" Punz slumped back into Sapnap’s chest, almost falling asleep.
"I worked you out bud, just wait until you learn about the massage gun we just got~"
sapnap’s hardcore server has two main rules: Don’t die, don’t kill anyone else.
this of course causes frustration for the players (dream, george, sapnap. punz) as their typical “I will kill you” threats are just no longer believable. they’re able to mess with each other and get messed with themselves, with virtually no consequences whatsoever,,
…until of course they realise that tickling each other into submission is not only allowed, but it is also a far more entertaining way of proving a point than a simple wrestling match 👍🏼
Just Foolish holding Punz down for Sapnap and Sap just going to town on every tickle spot he can reach. Punz after a little while will "threaten" that he will start crying which makes Sapnap pull back in fear he's upset him but Foolish just goes "Oh ignore him! He says that all the time to pull at your heartstrings. He doesn't mean it, have your fun man, I'll let you know when he's really done. I personally think you should break him for being all smug today, make his brain stop working!"
(I have so many of these I am working on but the intensity of this one struck a cord in me and I need to get it out ahhhh - Sleepy thank you so much for the ask ❤️)
Sapnap and Punz!! What a pair!!!(of idiots)
Let’s do body stats.
Sapnap - 5’8”
Punz - 6’0”
When it comes to a fight Sapnap is not getting the upperhand, no way no way. He sure does try though. Little fireball.
I imagine this happens regularly. Sapnap getting hotheaded about a game…Punz making it worse by teasing him…Sapnap stepping to him like an idiot…Sapnap getting tickled silly.
But, Foolish is hanging out with them tonight.
After seeing Punz be a total dick all night there was no way he was going to sit by idly and watch him wreck Sapnap.
Foolish sat cross-legged on the ground with his back against the couch. Punz half in his lap with his arms crossed behind his back and pinned in place, his head back against Foolish’s stomach. Sapnap on top of Punz.
Sapnap gets mean.
He calls Punz weak and small. He mimics his laugh. He tells him how bad he is at Valorant. (Yeah, he went there.)
Punz is pissed. But, it’s truly amazing to watch his mad giant self crumble under Sapnap’s tickly fingers. He squirms back into Foolish and wails with laughter as Sapnap squeezes at his sides.
“Fuck off!!!!”, he yells. His feet scrape against the ground and he twists in Foolish’s strong arms. Helpless.
His anger dissolves info desperation quickly.
Let’s say this is Sapnap’s first time getting him pinned.
He is grabbing his thighs. Knuckling at his ribs. Poking rapid-fire everywhereeee. The one spot that has Punz losing his mind the most is his sides. To Punz’s horror, it’s producing squeaks out of him. His body convulses.
“This a bad spot Punz-baby?”
“You’re going to make me cry…”, Punz averts his gaze shamefully. To Sapnap it looks too real. His fingers slow to a stop.
Foolish laughs and shakes his head.
"Oh, ignore him! He says that all the time to pull at your heartstrings. He doesn't mean it, have your fun man, I'II let you know when he's really done. I personally think you should break him for being all smug today, make his brain stop working!".
Now, Punz is really flustered. He sputters in protest, words escaping him.
Aaand that was the green light Sapnap needed. His hands slip under Punz shirt and he attacks his bare sides with mean squeezes.
“Pfft-NAAAHAHAHAHA!!!”, Punz is done for.
He’s thrown into hysterics and writhes helplessly. Sapnap gets to explore each and every spot on Punz. He makes a mental list of the ones that get the biggest reactions so that he can stand a chance the next time they fight.
“Jeez man, your belly is so damn ticklish!” Punz chuckled while he soothes his palms over Dream’s tingle-ridden skin.
Dream flushed even brighter (if that was even possible) and groaned though residual giggles. “Shuhut up.”
“I’m serious man. I’ve never seen someone with a death spot as bad as yours,” the older continued, not intending for his comments to fluster the already embarrassed man.
“Oh yeah? And where’s your death spot tough guy?”
Punz clamped up immediately, a faint blush barely visible on his cheeks. He suddenly cleared his throat and made a move to stand. “Well I should probably get going, promised to stream with Foolish earlier—“
“Oh no you don’t,” Dream said smugly. He grabbed the shorter’s wrist and yanked him down, the two tussling for a second before Dream eventually came on top. He was bigger and by proxy stronger than most of his friends, so it wasn’t really too much of a surprise. However Punz had hoped the tickling would have weakened him.
Dream now had Punz pinned beneath him, hands trapped under his knees and straddling his thighs. The blonde cracked his knuckles and wiggled out his fingers teasingly, causing the man under him to shrink in on himself.
“W-wait Dream— you d-don’t have to do this” he stuttered, a nervous yet giddy smile playing on his lips.
“Oh but I do Punzie! I need to get revenge on you for tickling my worst spot for half an hour straight~”
“D-Dream, pleahease—“
The aforementioned let out a mischievous laugh. “Giggling already~? Oh you are so in for it~”
Dream slowly lowered his hands to Punz’s sides, hovering them just above with twitching fingers. Punz knew what he was doing, he’d seen his friends fall victim to it many times before. He was testing for reactions to find his worst spot.
He wouldn’t break, he wouldn’t. Punz steeled himself to remain blank-faced as to not give away his worst spot, though it was hard.
“I see what you’re trying to do Punz, it won’t work,” Dream stated lowly, moving his hands up to his ribs then down to his belly.
When the older still hadn’t given Dream the reaction he desired, he decided to go all in. When he poised his hands above Punz’s hips he started to wiggle his fingers as well, slowly dropping them closer and closer.
That got a reaction. “Waitwaitwahahait!! Dohohon’t!!” Punz squealed, squirming left and right while his blue eyes stayed fixed on the clawing hands.
Dream hummed and quickly darted his hands down to Punz’s thighs, and that’s when he struck gold.
“DREHEAM NO NOT THEHERE!!”
The taller chuckled. “Gotcha~”
All at once Punz felt the torturous feeling of nimble fingers clawing all over his thighs— along the tops, inner, outer, you name it. He gasped before screechy laughter pierced Dream’s ears, the body beneath him flailing like a fish out of water.
He couldn’t take it. It tickled so much, the squeezing up and down his whole thighs and the focused scratches where his hips and thighs connected. It sent wave after wave of ticklish shocks through every nerve in his body and ultimately left him breathless.
Punz had no idea how long Dream had tickled him for, he was too wrapped up in just how bad it was that he didn’t even notice the younger stop. That was until he felt fingers softly brush the hair in his face away and he made eye contact with a worried green gaze.
“You okay Punzie? I didn’t go too far did I?” Dream asked.
Unable to answer Punz simply held up a thumb before draping his arm over his eyes, exhausted and dazed.
He felt Dream scoop him up shakily and plop him down to the couch, draping a blanket over his heavy body. “Have a good nap Punz.” He just barely heard as he drifted into slumber with a smile.
Punz has a problem of people trying to steal his stuff, leaving the mercenary on very little sleep in an effort to guard his things. He's also has to deal with the problem of these new and strange vines growing all over his tower.
WARNING: This fic has heavy HEAVY implications of mind control/possession/hypnosis. Even more so than the last fic with the Egg vines. If that makes you uncomfortable please skip this fic.
More Egg vines bby
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Punz woke from his third nap of the day. He awoke with a start, covered in sweat and his eyes darted around the room from corner to corner as he gripped his trident tight in his hand.
No-one was here. He was alone in his tower. His stuff was safe.
Punz relaxed for a second, the grip on his trident loosened only slightly but his eyes remained sharp, looking out for anything out of the ordinary.
Perhaps it was a mistake to make his home a tall tower that could be seen for miles around, but Punz was determined to make a statement. It was tall, imposing and had the look of power. But that also made it an easy target.
There had been a few attempts to steal from Punz but due to his quick reactions, they had so far stopped each of them. But even with Punz’ intimidating prowess there were still those who tried. They got sneakier so Punz had to be more alert. That meant hardly letting his guard down, relaxing less. And almost no sleep.
The bed was hardly ever used. Most times Punz took quick naps next to his storage or asleep by the door. He knew if he lay over a bed exhaustion would pass him out for hours - a day probably - and he’d be robbed blind.
“It would help if I had a safe place to store my stuff.” Punz mumbled his thoughts out loud. He rubbed his eyes of sleep, reddening them further as he leaned back onto the cold blackstone wall.
“Actually…” Punz heard the thought out loud again, thinking it over again. “Maybe… Hey, that’s not a bad idea.”
Punz pulled himself up, groaning at tightness in his joints. He gave himself a stretch out, and giving himself a motivator by promising himself he could sleep once he found a safe place to store his stuff.
The mercenary jumped down to the floor below, tapping at their chin to think if there was any spot in their home to hide their stuff.
“I could put it in a random spot somewhere on the SMP…” Punz tried to think of the layout of the SMP but quickly shook off that idea. There were too many things that could go wrong with that. Someone could follow them when they went to place in more or someone could just randomly come across it. “No. In here is better.”
Punz made his way to the stairs, planning on making something in one of the lower levels but something caught in the corner of his eye and stopped him in his tracks.
It was a deep red colour that caught his eye. Punz first thought it was some bit of cloth, something caught out of one of his many chests, but when Punz looked back and focused, it couldn’t have been a piece of cloth as the red was on the wall. It was sticking out of the wall.
It was a long vine. A very clear red vine growing out of the bricks of Punz’ wall. Punz stared at it for a long while, as though struck by the very sight of it. He quickly shook off that shock and came over, standing in front of the vine.
“What the hell…?” Punz breathed. He touched over the vine before pulling back his hand. It didn’t feel how he thought. Instead of the vegetation of the usual vines this red one felt soft, almost fuzzy.
“It’s that stupid fucking egg!” Punz had no proof of the connection, but it made sense in his head. That Egg was bad news and he wouldn’t be surprised if it could grow tendrils out itself. “What’s it doing here?”
The question wasn’t so important at that moment. Punz was suddenly overcome with a new worry. If the vine had been growing up on one of the higher levels, did that mean more had grown below?
With sudden worry and rage, Punz grabbed the vine and pulled it out of the wall. It snapped easier than Punz thought, and they couldn’t be too sure but they were sure that just before their fingers grabbed on, the vine moved, as though it was trying to save itself.
No, that’s not possible. Punz shook the thought away. “The vines aren’t alive…”
While Punz did have the thought that those vines were from the egg, so they wouldn’t be normal, he was more concerned with how many vines had grown in his tower. While throwing down the vine he had pulled, he went back to the stairs rushing down to assess how many more of the vines had grown.
Punz came down to the ground floor and quickly realised the situation. The entire ground floor of Punz’ tower was blanketed in red vines.
The golden blonde was stuck in unbelievable stunned silence. There was not a clear space left on the floor, all of it was covered in vines. Some of the vines the were stacked and tangled upon one another. As well as the floor, the walls were coated in the tangled tendrils too. They crawled half way up the walls, slipping between the cracks and bumps in the stone. There were a few chests along the wall that were completely covered. Punz saw a few of the vines creeping along one of the chests and he noticed a few of them had managed to force open and slip in.
None of the floor was free to stand on but Punz didn’t mind or care about that. They jumped down onto the vines, feeling it crunch under their boots and expel a thin red mist. With a quick flourish, Punz pulled out their axe. They assessed the vines along the floor and walls but they couldn’t find a source. If there was a hole or crack the vines crept in through, the red menaces had covered it with their mass. With no clear start to the vines, Punz raised the axe and started swinging.
The first swing on his axe hit into a clump of vines over one of his chests. The vines crumbled, making a sort of hissing as Punz pulled the axe back and some of the vines fell dead to the floor. Thankful the strange vines were seemingly no stronger than regular jungle vines, Punz pulled back and swung again, this time hitting over a few of the vines over the floor.
Punz huffed, pulling back their axe back and taking note of the floor below. Just as Punz moved to step onto the cleared space, the vines around the spot shifted and Punz jumped back.
The vines did move! They all shuffled to quickly fill up the empty space, spreading themselves out and then settling again. They did move! They responded! The reveal should have been more of a shock to Punz but at that moment all he could feel was annoyance. Annoyed the vines weren’t going to make this easy.
“If you fucks can move and understand then you’ve got seconds to get out of my tower!” Punz announced to the room. The vines barely moved other than a shudder, though it was more movement than the mercenary had seen before. As though no longer keeping a secret, the vines felt they had freedom to roam and shift, but they made no moves to retreat. Punz pulled back their axe. “Alright! You were warned!”
He brought down the axe again, cleaving through a clump sat up against the wall. The axe got about half way through, the mass of the vines catching Punz off guard. With a grunt, Punz pulled it back and swung down again. It didn’t go through all the way again, but when Punz tried to pull it back the axe wouldn’t budge.
“What the…” Punz pulled back on handle again but it was stuck, as though attached to the vine itself. “You fucks!”
Punz pulled again, putting in all his strength, but his hand slipped on the handle and he fell back. He braced himself to hit on the hard stone, but his landing was much softer than he thought. Punz quickly got his bearings, looking around to see he was laying in the vines. They had almost made a sort of cradle for him to fall in.
“Get off me!” Punz grunted. He tried to pull himself up, but the vines under him were soft, making him sink down further. He couldn’t get a good push on any of them, and when he did they made him sink down further.
The handle of the axe could just be seen over the edge of one of the vines. Punz tried to pull himself up but when he looked again, the handle was disappearing further and further from sight. Punz tried to focus and he realised it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him. The axe was covered in vines, and more coating around it as it was pulled further into the wall. “F-Fuck no! No! Enough!”
Punz made a push to move up again when he realised he was pushing against something. In the struggle in trying to get up, Punz didn’t realise a vine had wrapped around his shoulder. When he pushed up the one around his shoulder tightened, and he felt another slowly coiling around his arm.
“Get off!” Punz tore at the vine around his shoulder. The one around his arm tightened as though knowing what was coming but it didn’t save it from being pulled off. He shook himself off and quickly pushed himself up before the vines had a chance to move. As he went to walk forward for his axe though, he stumbled. When he looked back he saw another vine had wrapped around his leg. It had crawled further up than the one on his arm had, the tip of it slipped under his hoodie.
“What the fu-UHAHAHACK!”
The vine under his hoodie slithered to his side. The soft almost fluffy feel to it tickled along his skin, surprising him and making him jump. It was like a fluffy feather brushing against his side. Punz grabbed the vine, pulling it out but it only served to tickle him more as the vine rubbed against his skin. He giggled, hunching over just in time to notice other vines starting to coil round his ankles.
“N-Noho! Get ohoff!”
Punz tried to reach out, grab another vine, but one of the tendrils that was crawling up his leg suddenly snapped up, wrapping around Punz’ wrist and pulling it out of the way.
“W-Whahahat?!”
Another vine shot out. This one was behind him, from the cluster on the ground and grabbed his other wrist, pulling it out to the side.
“W-Wahait!”
As though suddenly realising they wouldn’t be stopped, the vines moved with more confidence, slithering up and slipping under Punz white hoodie as well.
The vines fanned out under Punz’ hoodie, none of them going in the same spot. One circled around his tummy, another went along his side and one traced around the edge of his bellybutton.
Punz giggled out, their knees buckling under them as they tried to pull at the vines and shake them off. “S-Stohohop! Fuhuhuhuckihihing-! Nohohohoho!!!” One of the vines curled around their back. It traced slowly up their spine before slipping off, poking at their lower rib.
Punz’ cheeks puffed out as he swallowed back the urge to laugh. The soft tickling along his stomach and sides were a nuisance but he could deal with that feeling with little more than a giggle. If they attacked his ribs he was done for.
The vine curiously poked around his ribs, softly slithering up the bone and tracing along each of the divot. A laugh nearly flew from Punz’ chest, only managing to catch it as he bit his lip. The vine on his ribs paused it’s path, hovering over before moving back down to the bottom rib. Punz was too focused on following the movement of the vine on his ribs he didn’t realise the one slowly slithering up his other side. It positioned perfectly at his rib on the other side and, as though giving a silent signal between them, both of the vines dug in, tickling along Punz’ lower ribs.
“SHIHIHIT! N-Nohohohoho! W-WAHAHAHAIHIHIHIT!!!”
Punz’ legs gave out. They crumbled down, landing on their knees before the vines at their wrists pulled them down further. They were laid over a blanket of vines, giggling and laughing as the vines moved up and down his ribs, poking and kneading into the bones and muscle.
“WAHAIHIT! WAHAIT WAIT!!! STAHAHAHAP!”
With Punz fallen into it’s clutches again, the vines moved quickly. A couple wrapped around his shoulders, weaving around his arms to help hold them up. A few slipped down the collar of his hoodie, flicking and tickling over his neck, slipping down to his chest and to curl into his armpit. As though the vine realised where it was, they started drilling into the hollows.
“N-NOHOHO! G-Gehehet ohohoho-!!”
One of the vines tightened around Punz’ ankle, pulling his leg straight. It poked and wriggled along the back of his knee, drawing out a few giggles before travelling further down. Punz felt it find the edge of his boot. It traced around the edges before finding a lose spot, right where the zipper slightly loosened, and slipped down, slowly inching and crawling towards Punz’ trapped foot.
Punz pulled and twisted but with their ankle caught in the vines and feeling weak already from the tickles, it wasn’t much of a struggle. They wiggled a little and shook their head, their golden blonde hair flailing in front their face.
The pleading did nothing to deter or slow the vines path. The one slithered into his boot was now tracing it’s tip along the sides of Punz’ sole. Punz giggled mostly from the anticipation. He only noticed now the vines had held back on tickling his ribs. They made it slow down to a light tracing and without the distraction of tickling Punz had no choice but to focus on the vine curiously exploring along his foot.
The vine made a slow crawl up the side of Punz’ foot. The point came to his toes, making Punz jump and giggle as the fuzzy coating of the vine curiously explored under them and dragged slowly down his foot.
“N-NOhohoho! Nohohohoho! PleheHEHEAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The vine traced down Punz’ foot, swiping over their heel which made Punz scream. The vine clearly picked up on that too as it stopped at their heel, tracing shapes into the skin and scribbling up and down the edge of their foot.
The vines along his ribs started tickling again, kneading into Punz’ bones and wiggling up and down. “NAHAHAHA!!!” Punz pulled and wriggled against the vines holding him. “NOHOHOHO! Nohoho! N-Nohohohot bohohoth ahahat ohohonce yohoh-OHOHOHOU FUHUHUCKS!!!”
To Punz’ surprise the vines did stop their tickling. All of them paused for just a second before suddenly digging back in with new vigour. New vines came in tickling along Punz tummy and up his sides. Some wiggled into his palm and others teased around his ears and neck. All maddeningly tickled but they were softer, nothing compared to the kneading along his worst spots.
“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!!” Punz threw his head back, though it landed softly among the vines behind him. “N-NAHAHAHA! I-Ihihihihi’m sohohohohohorry! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!!”
The vines slowed then. It didn’t stop completely but the tickling eased up to a softer flutter. The touch along his ribs and foot was almost featherlight, while the tickling around his ears and neck were more noticeable.
A small whisper started in the corners of their mind. Punz couldn’t focus on it and every time they did the vine at their ear would tickle up on the top of the shell and they’d giggle, hunching their shoulders to make it stop and then when Punz was distracted they could hear the whispering again.
It was a soft whisper, like spreading a blanket along his mind, tickling his brain and making him soft. The vines around his wrists and wrapped along his arms loosened though Punz had stopped struggling. He fell more into the vines, melting into them. They were no longer trapping him, but comforting him. Punz still wiggled against the tickles against his side, but he wasn’t pulling or struggling to escape.
The tickles weren’t torturous, they were comforting. For the first time in weeks Punz felt soothed, eased from the tension and paranoia he had been carrying around. Why would he try to get away when the vines just wanted to help him relax? A warm fog spread over the mercenary’s mind, clouding all of his thoughts. He didn’t need to think or worry about his stuff being stolen anymore. He just needed to sleep.
Punz could feel himself fall to a deep sleep. His eyelids drooped closed and were hard to open. His limbs were heavy, Punz could hardly move, but that wasn’t a worry. He didn’t need to move. Only sleep.
The last conscious thought did not fade out of Punz’ mind like falling down a calm river as the vines had wanted. Instead it came like a sudden shout, jolting through every nerve in his body and screaming at him.
WAKE UP
Punz flinched, eyes snapping open. The fog cleared out of his mind in an instant and every instinct in Punz was screaming for him to fight back.
The vines tried to tighten around Punz once it realised it lost it’s hold but Punz had already pulled himself up, tearing off the vines around his arms and snapping off the one in his boot. He was back in fighter mode. His eyes scanned around the room, looking over the sea of red vines till he saw the hilt of his axe sticking out of one of the piles.
“There!”
Punz made a jump over to the axe. They managed to get a fair distance and shook off the vines covering them. Some of the vines below them shuffled and moved, trying to hook around any of Punz’ limbs but Punz was quick. They managed to avoid some of the vines but the trouble about being in a room covered with the vines was they had to avoid all of them.
Punz was good, but they couldn’t avoid the inevitable.
One of the vines from the floor snapped up last minute and wrapped around Punz’ chest. Punz tried to slip under it to avoid it, but the vine just caught on, wrapping up their chest and over their shoulder. It tugged, pulling Punz to a stop but with a quick grunt they pushed along. The vine didn’t snap or fall but Punz could move at least, it was slower than they would have liked, and it allowed all the other vines time to latch on and pull.
“N-No…!”
Punz just had to make it to his axe. If he had his axe then he had a chance.
Another vine wrapped around his leg, hooking it under him and tripping Punz over. Another wrapped around his other shoulder, trying to pull him down but Punz managed to get back on his feet, pushing through. More vines lashed out from the folds of themselves, curling and tugging Punz back. Some tried tickling him again, but he was dead focused on the axe in front of him. It was just within reach. Punz reached out, stretching his hand as far as he could. The axe was inches away.
One of the vines curled around his stretched arm, slipping into his sleeves and tickling his armpits again.
“N-Noho!” A bubble of laugh broke out. He just had to grab his axe. He was safe if he grabbed his axe.
The handle just lay out of his grasp. With a determined grunt Punz pushed forward, the handle practically touching his palm, but as a wave of euphoria overcame him and he closed his hand around the handle, it was suddenly snatched away. The vines around the axe suddenly moved, pulling up and out of reach before it was swallowed up by the sea of red tendrils.
A helpless feeling of dread sank in Punz stomach. The vines hadn’t been struggling with him at all, they had been playing with him. They deliberately waited in the last moments to pull his axe away and realising that took the fight right out of the mercenary.
He could feel the vines tug him down, pulling on his shoulders and Punz let himself fall back into the waiting vines. The one that had slipped up his sleeve was joined by others, the vines retaking their position and tickling along Punz’ skin again. A cluster of them attacked at his ribs, but they were softly kneading. All of the tickles returned softly, lulling Punz to relax rather than torturing him to exhaustion.
The whispers came back, brushing along Punz’ mind and spreading a tingling warmth through his bones. Punz was allowed to focus on them this time. The whispering was too soft to make out any words, but Punz felt like he could could feel them. Feel the soft, calm emotion behind them turn to words.
You don’t need that axe anymore. You don’t need to worry or think about protecting your things again.
One vine curled around their stomach, tickling it’s tip gently around Punz’ bellybutton. Their giggles turned into high pitched chirps, muffled into the back of their arm. Their limbs felt like jelly but they were warm, relaxed.
Defenceless
An uncomfortable thought swam around the edges of his mind, intruding on his good mood. The fog of warmth and softness was doing well keeping it out , clouding over his mind to suffocate the thought out. Whenever Punz tried to remember the bad thought he would giggle as one of the vines dug harder into his ribs to tickle his attention away.
You don’t need that thought. You don’t need any thoughts.
A vine slithered into Punz’ pit, wiggling and brushing along the edges before poking into the hollow. Another vine pressed it’s end to the top of Punz’ rib and dragged down, softly running down each ridge of the bone and spilling bubbly giggles out of Punz’ lips.
Whatever intrusive thought that came to Punz was dissolved, floating out and bursting with his giggles. His mind was lost to the warm fog and his body was comfortably cradled in the red vines that shifted under him. The vines in his clothes pulled back, giving him last tickles before fully slithering out. Punz turned over on his front. He was slow and sluggish. The exhaustion of keeping himself awake caught up with him, but rather than worry and set himself a mental clock to wake up, the golden blonde snuggled further into the vines under him and shut his eyes.
Punz didn’t have to worry about people stealing from him. The vines would take care of that. They kept him warm and safe and if anything tried to harm Punz or take his stuff, the vines would protect him.
Those were the reassurances whispered to Punz as he stretched himself out, and settled down for a long, much needed, sleep.
-I think as a team we came up with the headcannon that punz has incredibly ticklish thighs and while I love that hear me out! Ticklish Hips as well!
-Like just imagine giving them a good squeeze and he just shoots up 15 feet in the air! Incredible!
-His giggles surprisingly are high pitched but also not at the same time, it's incredible
-He has this habit of fidgeting both in a lee and ler mood but when he's lee and wants tickles really badly he will rock back and forth on his heels until someone picks up on his behavior
-He's also more natrually upbeat so if the lee moods really bad he will start a tickle fight just to get tickled
-He's not going to ask ever, unless it's Sam but even then! It's rare!
-He's also one to curl up when he's tickled
-He's a soft roller, he rolls but its not aggressive it's quite adorable actually /p
-He'll pout/growl too if he's not getting proper attention or tickles, especially after he's asked and still nothing!
-He once smashed a cake in Sapnap's face for some tickles
Ler!Punz:
-I know I briefly mentioned this before in my Alphabet Headcannons one I did with Punz and in the lee Headcannons on this post but he fidgets often and picked up the Ler habit for just tapping on someone's ribs while they're hugging or cuddling, tracing patterns into the ticklish skin and other things like that!
-He's very big on the tickle monster role, he will get into it if given the chance, honestly he's just here to make his Lee/Lee's happy
-We were told that he's not afraid of revenge so when he does really tickle someone he's going all out (like he did with sapnap!)
-Speaking of that moment he will 1000% tickle somebody to get them to move or do something
-He likes tickle hugs alot I feel, so many spots and open opportunities to just get and keep a Lee in his grasp! He loves it! Especially considering his height, We love tall Ler's in this house
-He would send you that picture, Smirk and all with a text that says "The tickle monster will be waiting for you when you get home" or something along those lines just to make you flustered
-He loves teasing, he can absolutely dish out what he takes, he's not afraid of anything
