Dressing room shenanigans
My second fanfic for this fandom! This took a bit, but I’m happy with how it turned out… this is also very indulgent and silly so hope that’s okay. (Also SMG4 and SMG3 are confirmed boyfriends in this one… even while 3 is brainwashed, lol.) wrote this at 4 am again… sorry for mistakes. I edited them out as best as I can.
IN AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE WHERE PUZZLES WON WOTFI 2024
Well this sucked, they weren’t able to catch Leggy (Meggy) in time and lost all of the challenges… not even the final song saved them… now, there SMG4 sat. He was in a lavish looking dressing room, with various clown and circus themed outfits. Right now he was getting makeup applied to him by SMG3. “No way! Get that crap away from me!” SMG4 snapped, he was rather fussy, perhaps a bit bitter after losing the WOTFI.
SMG3 rolled his eyes at his counterpart. “Come on, stop being such a baby and hold still.” He demanded trying to apply clown makeup to SMG4’s face, which seemed as difficult as feeding a toddler. It didn’t help that SMG4 was acting bratty because of his lose… who knew he was a sore loser. “This isn’t fair!” SMG4 whined, throwing his hands up into the air before huffing, crossing his arms over his chest. Much to SMG3’s annoyance. “Shut up and hold still.”
“Asshole…” Was SMG4’s retort as he grumbled, glaring at the other man. The clown chuckled, finding SMG4’s mannerisms to be… oddly amusing. “You look like a bratty child right now.” He says after applying the blue blush on SMG4’s now whitened cheeks. “I do not!” The blue cladded meme guardian protested, wanting to ring SMG3’s neck for even thinking that. “You kinda do” SMG3 says as he finishes by adding the rhombus’s onto SMG4’s cheeks, he also paints a triangle shape from his eye lids to near the tips of the rhombus. He then takes a step back, admiring his work. Now SMG4 looked… kinda cute with his pouting blue lips that matched his blush.
“You look even more like a child now, pouting like that.” SMG3 teased, earning an icy glare from the pouting man. “Fuck you.” This reaction only made SMG3 chuckle. “You’re a bratty child, and a potty mouth?” He was having to much fun with this. “Shut up! I’m not a child! I’m a grown ass man!” SMG4 slammed his fists down on the vanity’s table top. SMG3 chuckled again "You’re so bratty and whiny right now, it's hard to believe you’re a fully grown man.”SMG3 teased, poking SMG4 on the side.
At the poke, a loud squeak escaped SMG4’s lips, immediately he slapped his hands up over his mouth. Praying SMG3 didn’t hear the sound he made. Unfortunately, judging by SMG3’s smirk, he was aware of the reaction. He pokes the same spot again, hoping to hear more of that lovely sound. This time a snort came out of SMG4, followed by a giggle, he twisted his body away from SMG3. “C-Cuhut it out!” He giggled. SMG3 tried not to laugh at that, but some chuckles escaped his mouth, he then stepped in front of SMG4.
"Are you.. ticklish?" SMG3 said, a smirk still on his face. “W-What?! N-No way!” SMG4 says, immediately trying to scramble away from SMG3’s wiggling fingers. He had always been rather ticklish, a weakness that only those close enough (or brave enough) knew about. SMG3 stepped closer, his grin growing bigger. “Your reaction says otherwise~” he said with a teasing edge to his voice. He started moving his fingers closer to SMG4’s sides.
“N-Nononono!” SMG4 tried to avoid the hands at all cost, he was already in clown makeup, he wasn’t going to lose the rest of his dignity from being tickled to bits. That comment made SMG3 even more determined to tickle him. He took a step closer, now standing directly in front of the trembling SMG4 “I think I'm going to have some fun with you" SMG3 said, his voice filled with mischief. “And I’ll start riiiight… here~!” he quickly went for SMG4s sides and starts tickling him. SMG4 squeaked and bit his lower lip, desperate to keep the giggles at bay.
This made SMG3 chuckle at 4’s effort to not laugh, “You can’t hold it in forever you know~!” He teased, his fingers still scribbling over SMG4’s sides. “S-Shuhush!” SMG4 giggled out, blushing brightly at 3’s teasing. SMG3 chuckled again, enjoying the sight of the bright blush on SMG4’s face. "Oh, now you’re turning red. How cute~" SMG3 said, teasing him even more, his fingers not stopping their assault on SMG4's sides. “Nahahaha! C-Cuhuhut it out!” The dam finally broke as SMG4 dissolved into a puddle of giggles.
SMG3 smirked as he watched SMG4 dissolve into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but find it adorable. “Oh, I don't think I will. This is way too amusing~" he said, his fingers continuing to mercilessly tickle SMG4's sides, getting even more into it due to the cute reaction he was getting out of him. “T-Three! Ple-EHEHEASE!” 4’s laughter went up an octave when SMG3 poked his round, doughy tummy. SMG3’s eyes lit up with devilish delight at the new reaction. “Ohhh? So the belly’s an extra weak spot, huh?" he teased, poking and wiggling his fingers right in the center of SMG4’s tummy again, laughing softly at the high-pitched squeals. "Looks like I’ve got you completely cracked~"
“EEK! WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAT THERE!!”SMG4 squealed, his cheeks burned brightly under the white makeup. It looked to be a light pink in hue. SMG3 laughed louder at the adorable reaction, absolutely enjoying himself at this moment. “Oh, but it's the perfect spot. Squishy, sensitive, and so much fun to poke and prod~" He continued to press and poke into SMG4's doughy tummy, loving the loud high-pitched giggles he was getting out of him. SMG4 snorts as he tried to pry SMG3’s hands away. “N-NO MORE! PLEHEHEASE!”
SMG3 just kept grinning, completely enjoying every second of this. He was having way too much fun watching SMG4 writhe and squeal under his touch. "Aww, but where's the fun in stopping? You're so cute all giggly and squirmy like this~!" He then used both hands to start relentlessly tickling SMG4's soft tummy and sides.
Suddenly, SMG3 ceased his tickle attack, long enough for SMG4 to try and catch his breath, he was about to breath a sigh of relief when he felt SMG3 unstrap his overalls and lift up his shirt. “H-Hey… wha-what are you doing?” SMG4 asked, stammering slightly. SMG3 smirked, his fingers hovering just above SMG4’s exposed belly, wiggling teasingly. “Hmm… looks like someone’s extra ticklish right here~” he murmured, poking the soft skin once, eliciting a sharp squeak. “And now that I’ve found the prime zone, there’s no rules anymore.” Before SMG4 could react, SMG3 launched into a full on attack giggling as his fingers danced over every inch of the bare, jiggly tummy and sensitive sides. “No mercy for bratty boyfriends~”
“B-BOYFRIEND?!” SMG4 squeaked out, well, that wasn’t untrue, him and SMG3 were… kinda dating before he got brainwashed…. He was just surprised SMG3 even remembered that fact. SMG3 chuckled huskily, his fingers continuing to mercilessly tease the soft, doughy belly and sides, loving the way they quivered under his touch
"Oh yes, boyfriend." he said, his voice tinged with a hint of ownership. "And if I recall correctly, you used to love it when I touched this cute little tummy of yours." He punctuated his words by playfully jiggling the round, pudgy midsection, a cheeky smirk dancing on his lips. SMG4 saw the glint in SMG3’s eyes, knowing what was about to happen. “D-Don’t you dare!” He stammered, glaring at SMG3. “Why not~? You especially LOVED it when I did, this~!” SMG3 pressed his face into SMG4’s tummy, blowing a raspberry on the soft skin.
SMG4 shrieked, squirming violently. “AHAHAHA~! NAHAHAT THAT!” He cackled, tears streaming down his cheeks, smearing his makeup. SMG3 grinned, enjoying the sight of the now tear-streaked face and smeared makeup all too well. “Oh, but it’s just too tempting!" SMG3 exclaimed before diving in again, repeatedly blowing raspberries all over his boyfriend's cute, doughy midsection. “M-MERCY! MERCY!!” SMG4 begged, trying to reason with his tickle crazy boyfriend.
SMG3 chuckled softly, the begging sending a wave of satisfaction coursing through him. He lifted his head, a playful smirk on his face. “Hmm... perhaps I'll have some mercy, on one condition~" He said, his hands still resting on SMG4's doughy sides. SMG4 was panting. “W-What… is… it?” He managed to get out. SMG3 leaned in close, his breath warm against SMG4’s ear, voice low and teasing. “You have to say… ‘I’m SMG3’s cute little tickle muffin’… and mean it~” He punctuated it with a light poke to the belly, just to keep him on edge.
“N-No way!” SMG4 huffed, puffing his cheeks cutely. SMG3 smirked at the petulant expression, finding it absolutely adorable. He moved even closer, his fingers tracing circles on the soft, jiggly belly. “Oh, come on. Is it really that hard to say? It's just one little phrase, and then the tickling stops. It's a pretty fair deal, don't you think?" He punctuated the last line with another teasing poke to that doughy, sensitive midsection.
“B-But did you have to choose something so… cutesy and embarrassing” SMG4 asked, blushing brightly, he had a reputation to maintain.. he didn’t want to endanger it with a mushy pet name. SMG3 grinned, pressing his forehead lightly against SMG4’s. “Exactly because it’s cutesy and embarrassing~” *he whispered, fingers gently tracing the waistband of SMG4’s overalls.* “Means only I get to hear you say it. Your tough-guy act? Doesn’t work on me.” He gave a soft pinch to the squishy belly. “Say it… or I go for the armpits next.”
SMG4’s eyes widen. “N-No no no! I-I’ll say it.” SMG4 takes a deep breath before sighing. “I-I’m… I’m SMG3’s cute little t-tickle muffin..” He felt embarrassed saying that. SMG3's grin softened into a genuinely affectionate smile, his heart warming at the adorable confession. “Good boy~" He said sweetly, leaning in to kiss SMG4 on the forehead. “You're so cute when you're flustered." He gently wiped some of the smeared makeup off SMG4's cheek with his thumb. “Don't worry... your secret's safe with me. But just so you know?" He gave one last light poke to the belly. “You'll always be my tickle muffin."
“Yeah yeah..” SMG4 rolled his eyes, blushing some more. “ God, my makeup’s a mess now.. thanks to you, jerk.” He pouts. SMG3 chuckled, pulling out a small mirror from his pocket and handing it to SMG4 with a smirk. “Hey, you’re the one who started it by being all whiny and adorable. I was just finishing the look." He winked. "Besides… smudged clown makeup kinda suits you. Adds to the chaotic cuteness." He leaned in, voice dropping playfully. "Wanna know a secret? I might’ve tickled you on purpose just to see you blush like that~"
SMG4 exhaled, having an exhausted smile on his face. “I swear… the brainwashing made you more playful..” SMG3 chuckled again, his smirk growing even more playful. "Oh, you noticed that, huh? Yeah, it kinda did. But honestly, I kinda like it better this way. I get to tease you more, and you get all cute and flustered like this." He ruffled SMG4’s already messy hair, making it even messier. “You know you love it, though. Don't deny it~"
“Okay… I do..” SMG4 says, kissing three on the cheek, leaving a blue kiss mark on the clown’s face. “You dork.” SMG3's smirk softened into a smile at the kiss. “And you're my adorable little brat." He gently pinched SMG4's cheek, then let out a small laugh. “You know you ruined my scary clown vibe, right? My makeup's all smeared now." He said with feigned annoyance, though his eyes were dancing with playful affection. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it… if you promise to fix mine.” SMG4 says, holding up the fluffy makeup brush.
SMG3 leaned in with a mischievous grin, eyes sparkling. “Only if you promise not to run away when I touch your belly again~"He grabbed the makeup brush, twirling it in his fingers before gently poking SMG4’s nose with it. "Deal?" SMG4 giggled, rolling his eyes playfully. “Deal.”
