If you're still doing fics for the prompt list you posted, could you do 3 with lee!wilbur ler!niki? Either C or CC works :) /nf
it was discussed through dms that another ler was chosen because i dont write for niki
prompt list:
SPARE PROMPTS??? shakes can
3. “Make me~”
lee!wilbur (revivedbur) (he/they) ler!tommy (he/xey/they)
i wanted to do
c!crimeboys
because
them /pos
i went overboard oops dont care
They didn’t even know what they were arguing about. All they knew at this point, was that they wanted to be the one in the right.
This was a common occurrence with Revivedbur and Tommy— they’re brothers. It’s bound to be normal.
“Just admit that you’re wrong!” Wilbur exclaimed, bringing up a hand to push his white streak of hair our of his face.
“I’m not wrong! I’m always in the right, so you’re wrong!” Tommy shouted back, doing the exact same motion Wilbur had done to xeir own white streak.
“You are such a child,” Wilbur shook his head with a small smirk beginning to form on their face. “A little, immature child.” Tommy’s mouth was wide open, as if in disbelief at the comment.
“I am not! You take that back!” Tommy crossed their arms over his chest, fake pouting.
Wilbur’s smirk became more evident. “Make me~”
Tommy paused.
Oh, so this is how he wanted to play? Well then..
“Gladly.” Tommy spoke before pouncing on Wilbur, quickly and easily pinning the brunette down with the advantage of having caught them off guard. Xey quickly grabbed both of Wilbur’s wrists with one hand, holding them out of the way as he used his free hand to claw and vibrate xeir fingers into the older’s ribs. The reaction was immediate.
“TohoHOHOMMY! NOHOT THIHIHIS! FUHUCK!” Wilbur shrieked, pulling for his arms to be free and fight back. Inevitably, he failed as they were already weak from one of their worst spots being targeted immediately.
“Take it back, Wil!” Tommy shouted over Wilbur’s loud laughter, bringing xeir hand down to pinch and drill into his hips.
“NOHOHO!” The sensations were maddening, Wilbur thought he might die right there. How the fuck had they managed to let their little brother take him down so easily?
“No? Okay then..” Tommy said, waiting a couple seconds to pull Wilbur’s shirt up to his lower ribs. Xey looked at the brunette’s scar for a moment.
“Tohommy? What the hehell are you dohoing?” Wilbur’s confusion changed to panic when Tommy lowered his head. “Wahait- Wahahait Tohohommy no- Tohohohommy nohOHOHOHO! FUHUHUCK!”
Wilbur threw his head back in loud, happy cackles as Tommy blew a large raspberry right on his scar on his stomach. Tommy let go of Wilbur’s wrists, using one hand to hold xemself up and the other to switch between targetting the brunette’s ribs and hips. They laughed alongside his brother, he had always found their laughter to be contagious.
“OKAHAY! I’M SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEASE!” At the plea, Tommy immediately stopped and got off of Wilbur soon after. The brunette moved to lay more in Tommy’s lap and then curled into a ball.
“You alright, Wil?” Tommy asked, running a hand through Wilbur’s hair. The brunette nodded, turning to lay on his back and look up at Tommy.
It took everything in Tommy’s power to not coo aloud at Wilbur.
The man was laying there with the widest smile and a bright red face, he had tears at the corner of his squinted eyes, he still had one arm wrapped around his torso, which Tommy assumed was because they were scared that xey would tickle him again. Wilbur’s hair was a mess, the fluffy brown curls were just all over the place yet somehow the man still looked cute.
“You are absolutely adorable- Holy fucking shit. Why don’t I ever get to see you like this? I need to tickle you more often if it means I get to see this, man!” Tomny rambled, giving Wilbur a few pokes to his stomach which earned high pitched giggles and a muffled “nohoho!” as they covered their mouth with their hand.
Despite his protests Wilbur couldn’t say he hated this. Infact, he loved it. He’d never say that outloud, though. He has a reputation to hold!
“TohOHOHOMMY! NOHOHOT THIHIHIS! FUHUCK!” Wilbur shrieked, squirming and kicking and shaking his head wildly as if trying to distract themself of the sensations. His glasses fell off his face, and Tommy stopped for a second to move them to the side so that they wouldn’t break.
