Defernull Tenna discovered something new about himself when his crew were having tickle tag.
The afternoon was quieter than normal. The Dreemurr family were all busy doing something or other than didn't require a TV.
Tenna decided to allow his crew just this once, to have the afternoon off. Everything was ready for tonight, anyway.
The TV sat by himself in the office that the entire crew was in as the crew were busy doing something that required running around and poking each other. There were giggling, laughing and swearing as they chased each other. Some shadowguys made low notes before they replied with loud, happy notes.
He rolled his nonexistent eyes when he heard Mettaton squeal threats. The TV decided to kick off his shoes and leaning back into his chair. Ah, much better!
Tenna was about to fall asleep when he heard some whispers.
"I dare youse to poke the boss!"
"But darling, he'll--"
"Youse the boss' favourite, besides Spamton,"
"Oh, why not?" Mettaton made a soft huff. "You owe me two beers!"
Pokes? They were just poking each other? What's the big deal? Why would he hurt his dear friend if he poked him?
Tenna was deep in thought and didn't notice Mettaton approaching from behind his chair. The robot stretched his arms a bit and poked Tenna's ribs with all fingers.
The TV host let out a scream before he turned around.
"Who did that?!" he demanded, noticing Mettaton and a few of his crew. They blinked in surprise.
"Oh, it was me~" Mettaton purred before he poured himself into Tenna lap. He gently stroked the top of his Boss' head while the rest of the crew decided to make a break for it and headed for another room, scared of what their Boss would do.
"Oh honey, you need to relax on your afternoon off~" Mettaton purred before he began to stroke the balls of Tenna's antennae. Tenna's shoulders shook as he bit his lip.
"Hm, what's wrong?" Mettaton asked, feigning innocence as he gently raked his fingers over the antennae. Tenna was struggling even more, squirming in his seat.
"You need to relax~" the robot purred as his fingers moved down to Tenna's ribs and gently began to scratch them. Tenna jerked badly, biting his lip even harder as sounds threatened to bubble out of him.
"Say darling~," Mettaton asked in a playful as he randomly poked his boss' ribs and sides, "Are you perhaps ticklish?"
"T-tickleesh?" Tenna tried his best to strangle his laugh, a growl coming out instead.
"Yes, ticklish," the assistant cooed as he stopped tickling to cuddle closer to Tenna, "It means you laugh when someone pokes or tickles you,"
"...Doubt I am," Tenna shrugged, face stoic as he relaxed into his chair. He didn't notice the playful smirk on Mettaton's face.
"How about we check that?" Mettaton cooed before he dove his fingers into Tenna's stomach and scribbled them.
"Mettaton, sto--O--ggrrr!!" Tenna growled as a smile threatened to form on his face.
"Why? You're not ticklish, right?" Mettaton teased as he lifted his boss' dress shirt up to reveal his well-toned upper body. Fingers began to stroke his abs lightly, which made them jerk violently.
"St-oop-ggrrr-" Tenna growled even more tensely before he felt fingers starting to attack his sides and ribs too, "ST-OPP--hehe--hehe--HeehAHAHA--STOHOO--*snort*!"
Mettaton blinked in surprise before he grinned. The Boss' laugh was so goofy. His smile just as goofy. Yet, it suits him. Makes him look so much younger and handsome.
"You can smile and laugh!"Mettaton was in awe, "Spamton was right. You do have a cute smile and laugh,"
"Wh-what-?" the Boss was taken aback. He was about to protest when Mettaton's fingers danced all over his torso at various speeds. A loud, goofy giggle-snort bubbled from him, HEHEHEE!! *SNORT* HAHAHA!!!"
A few minutes passed as Mettaton tickled his boss, grinning and laughing alongside him.
"You should laugh more," Tenna's assistant smiled as he stopped tickling his Boss to give him a hug. The TV looked surprised at being hugged for a second before he forced his expression into his more stoic one again.
"They don't take me seriously if I'm all smiles and laughs," Tenna mumbled as the side of his head was stroked.
"Well, you shouldn't let yourself get so stressed," Mettaton purred before he slinked down to Tenna's ankles and placed them in a chokehold.
"Hm, I wonder if your feet are--" Mettaton's fingers attacked the trapped socked feet, "--ticklish!"
"EEEK!! NOOOHOOOT THEHREE!!--HAHAHHAHA!!" Tenna squealed before loud, goofy laughter bubbled from him.
In the next room, the crew could hear loud laugher.
"Should we go help the Boss?" a pippins asked.
"Nah, the Boss won't be happy if he knows we know," another pointed out.
"Well, at least we know the best way to get outta his clutches when he's in a bad mood," another chuckled.
The crew giggled, now knowing that their Boss isn't so invincible as they had originally thought.
Fuck it I wanna write some undertickles headcanons for the sake of getting them out of my head.
Tickle headcanons for my faves (Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, And Sans) below the cut:
Alphys:
I think she's 100% got a secret tickle blog, okay. I think she is an easily flustered lee. 100% lee, maybe 95% at LEAST.
Would rather die than admit she has a tickle blog. It's a very popular blog, though. Mostly posts fics and anime scenarios, sometimes posts irl-type tickle stuff she wishes would happen to her.
She can't even say the word, she stutters around it or avoids it entirely with synonyms ("feels weird" ect). Mettaton lightly teases her about it.
The kind of person who can't watch tickle scenes without blushing and looking away. Rewatches them over and over in private, but screamed so loud and died inside when Undyne walked in on her once.
She's got really cute high-pitched giggles that sometimes slip into a snort that embarrasses her. She'll let out a surprised little squeak about it and try to cover her face. VERY succeptible to teasing of any kind.
Ticklish just about everywhere, but her stomach and ribs are just a tad worse. She'll sometimes try to curl up when these spots get targeted.
Gets targeted the most by Mettaton (before he was too busy as a star) and Undyne. Sometimes targeted by the amalgamates when they're feeling playful.
Cannot tickle someone else to save her life. She gets too flustered after only a few seconds. Her claws would probably be deadly if she could just lock in.
Undyne:
100% a ler. She's in it to win it. She loves grappling and playfighting, and she's strong enough to pin someone in only a few seconds.
She'll use her claws to scribble around at any vulnerable spots wildly, but will also squeeze with her strong hands. Can be a little rough at times, but never enough to hurt anyone.
She's incredibly good-natured about it. The caveat is that she will comment on any noises the lee makes and will lightly mock them for being unable to defend themselves against such a silly assault.
She's not afraid to bring up their devastating loss in front of others, ESPECIALLY if they give her an attitude. "Huh?? What that, punk!? Maybe I need to scratch your ribs and remind you who the tougher one between us is!" Keep going and she'll demonstrate.
Loves to Target Alphys, because she is cute. Loves to target Papyrus, because "it's training, you have to be ready for anything!"
She's not very ticklish, but that doesn't mean she's invincible, either. The webbing on her ears and her neck can get a chortle out of her just before she snatches you for revenge.
Will let Alphys tickle her, because she only lasts for a few seconds before getting flustered.
Did find Alphys' tickle blog once. She thought it was cute. But she thought Alphys getting super flustered about it was even cuter (and kind of hilarious).
Overall she just thinks tickling is fun and kind of cute. She likes that there's a cheat code for making people laugh.
One of her favorite ways to cheat at playfighting is to use her magic to summon those arrows. They'll poke at a lee from every direction and weaken their defenses enough for her to finish pinning them and REALLY go to town.
Mettaton:
He likes to pretend he's strictly a ler. He got cocky because of his base robot form's high defenses rendering him almost invincible, which meant he could launch playful attacks with no revenge. That changed when he got his new body, but we'll get to that later.
He loves tickle hugs. He can stretch his arms reeeeeeeeal long, which will wrap around his lee to prod at sensitive spots in reach. He'll coo at their reactions all the while, and he's plenty strong enough to keep them from collapsing, which means that you can't escape him. He just thinks all those squeaks and squeals are soooo precious!
He'll sometimes tickle someone on camera with a quick prod to the side, a finger slid up the back, just for a quick smile for the camera. He prefers the bigger attacks off-camera, because he wants to keep all of those adorable reactions all to himself.
His magic can make little tickly shocks, but his hands are also capable of vibrating. It's exactly as effective as you'd think.
Overall stronger than he looks, and more than capable of keeping someone trapped for tickles.
BUT. When it comes to his EX body, he is VERY much vulnerable to tickles. He even surprised himself with how sensitive he suddenly was. He doesn't HATE it, which surprised him.
His most sensitive spots are all clustered around his soul. Stomach, hips, and thighs. These spots make him squeal and babble nonsensical pleas of mercy. He's ticklish all over, but these spots in particular get him badly.
You can make him flustered enough to short out if you return his exact style of teasing: cooing over how cute his reactions are. point out how his tickle laugh is more cackly than his TV practiced laugh and he'll weakly hit your shoulder.
Sans:
He's a little too lazy to be a very effective ler. He prefers to be opportunistic rather than like. Hunting his lee. He'd rather tag someone when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted.
As such, his tickles are actually pretty gentle, all things considered. Sometimes he gets a good squeeze in, but poking and prodding are his preferred methods.
He thinks wake-up tickles are funny because he likes to watch their expression change from being peacefully asleep to confused to helplessly giggly. He thinks the helpless confusion is kind of cute and hilarious, especially when they're waving their arms around uselessly or giving sleepy little pleas of mercy.
Puns. He makes SO many puns while tickling. "Hey, I'm just ribbin' ya." While prodding at their ribs. "Was the joke that... side-splitting?" While skittering on their sides ect ect.
Usually just targets Papyrus. Later targets Toriel (or tries to, at least).
Is surprisingly difficult to get revenge on. Because of the warping thing. If you take too long to recover and lose sight of him, he's GONE. If his lee wants any chance of immediate revenge, they have to snatch him up immediately.
He tries to play it cool when he's finally cornered or caught for revenge. Don't be fooled. He's panicking SO hard on the inside. He's easy to catch if you sprint at him before he gets off-screen. He doesn't like to run.
Anyway. If you wanna destroy him immediately, go for his ribs. He'll slip into an almost silent wheezy laugh. His spine is also a spot that can get him wheezy.
He'll squirm around, but he won't otherwise fight back. For how ticklish he is, he's surprisingly good natured about it. He'll try to wheeze out a pun or two (as long as you aren't on his ribs).
Sensitive to softer textures, like feathers or fur.
Won't go for revenge. He's too busy falling asleep afterwards.
Throwing my hat into the ring... null!spam has ticklish wings that make him shriek, and Tenna uses that to his advantage when he's annoyed at him. His back is sensitive to gentle tickles, especially around his shoulders
You know how null!tenna's antennas have that amplifier? That itself is ticklish, and his antenna are more ticklish than the OG's antennas to the point that just scratching your finger along them can make him buckle.
And I think both of them are feather sensitive too, just cuz. Mettaton uses it against both of them all the time. But he's gotten revenge tickles a lot too so it balances out. (Nulldragonhere)
Oh, yes! Yes to all of these. I love your ideas.
"Hey!" Tenna growled in warning as he struggled to keep his laugh in while Spamton gently scratched his antenna as he tried to get away from his hands, "St-stop tha--hehe!"
"Not until you [stay calm]!" Spamton chuckled as he gently scratched the antennas with his finger. They were twitching badly in his hands.
"Pfft--hheeheehh--hAHAHAHAHAHAH!! *snort* HAHAHAHHA!!" Tenna couldn't keep the giggles anymore and they gushed out of his mouth, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"
"There's that [award winning smile]!" Spamton teased, squeaking when Tenna lost his balance, laugh-snorting loudly a loud belly laugh as he even started to gently stroke the amplifier.
"I give! I give!" Tenna squealed as he felt both his amplifier and antennae tickled. Such a light touch, but it was too much. He's even prefer having his second worst spots tickled than this.
As soon as Spamton let go of his antenna, Tenna swiftly grabbed the addison while he snarled threateningly.
"Now you must pay, you worm!" Tenna growled as he noticed how Spamton looked scared for a moment.
"[Do your worst, Big Boy!]" Spamton purred. Tenna was flustered for a moment before he gently took a wing by his fingers and began to gently tickle them with his fingers.
"That's what you get for angering me!" Tenna gave a warning growl as he gently spidered his fingers over the wing, a smile threatening to form as Spamton began to cackle loudly.
The TV was so busy tickling the addison's wings that he didn't notice a familiar pink robot sneaking up on him before he suddenly felt a feather-like touch one of his antenna.
"Eee!! HAHAHA!!" Tenna burst into giggles as he buckled from the surprise tickle. He collapsed onto the ground and curled into a tight ball, letting go of Spamton as he did so.
"Oh no, you don't!" Mettaton chuckled before he started to tickle both Tenna and Spamton with feathers. He attacked their upper bodies and worst spots at various speeds.
"NOOHOOT THERE!" Tenna squealed as Mettaton's feathers attacked his sides and every other ticklish spot.
"[HAVE MERCY!]" Spamton cackled as the feathers attacked his wings, back and shoulder blades.
"But why? You two ignored me all morning, darlings," Mettaton huffed as the feathers danced.
He tickled them for a few more minutes before he stopped.
"You want attention? I'll give you attention!" Tenna chuckled darkly before he grabbed Mettaton by his sides and attacked them with his fingers.
"No! No--EEHAHAHHAHAHAH!!" Mettaton snort-laughed as his poor sides were attacked. He tried to hide his face with his hands, which allowed the tv show host to attack his armpits.
"[Wait for me!]" Spamton giggled before he helped Tenna.
Tenna refuses to rest despite his injury and continues to work. The crew worry and annoy him when they fuss about his twisted ankle.
With Spamton still in Cyber City and no one else besides Tenna knew how to make TV Dinners, Mettaton helps his boyfriend and boss in one way he knew how.
Despite still being injured, Tenna still arrived at work. The TV surprised his crew by entering the office while in a roller office chair, dressed smartly. His bandaged foot stood out compared to the rest of his dark outfit.
"Boss, you're injured! What happened?" a pippins called out in worry when he noticed the bandaged ankle. The other crew members sounded concerned when they too noticed. The TV felt self-conscious when he felt several eyes staring at his bandaged foot.
"Nothing serious. Let's get to work," Tenna replied tensely while he tried to hide his injury by putting his other leg in front of it, "Our priority is to do our job,"
In their entire career, no one remembered seeing the ruler of TV World ever being injured before, especially if it's one of his most powerful weapons. Did someone fight dirty and broke his ankle? Did powerful enemies ambush him and he got injured?
"Is that why youse were limping yesterday?" a zapper asked, "Who do we need to fight? We need some healing magic or TV Dinner now!"
"Yes. You don't need to fight anyone. Spamton's visiting Cyber City, so we can't ask him. I can't cook TV Dinners at the moment," the ruler of TV World sounded annoyed as he explained to the crew that started to crowd over him in concern, "Let's just get to work. We can worry later,"
Tenna felt frustrated throughout the day. Everyone fussed over him and willing to do tasks for him so that he didn't have to move from his chair. He's in his roller chair, so he wouldn't have to get up.
When the TV host had a break in the green room after they finished for the day, there were several crew members more than willing to help him out. He couldn't even get up from the roller chair to a seat when several rushed up to him to help him.
"Let us help, Boss!" several of his pippins fans beamed while a few zappers helped him to his seat, "We even got the softest, comfiest footrest for ya! We even added some soft pillows so that ya can elevate yer injured foot a bit,"
"No need," Tenna tried to wave them off grumpily, but they were persistent. The zappers and pippins gathered around his injured foot and tried to gently lift it up by his lower leg without touching his ankle, "H-Hey! Don't touch!"
"Sorry, Boss! We need to put yer injured ankle on the footrest to put pressure off it," a pippins apologized as they gently placed his heel on the footrest before gathering around their boss gleefully, "Does that feel better, Boss?"
"Better," Tenna hated to admit it, but it did. It felt nice, soft and relief off his injury. He suddenly felt sleepy. Made sense. He could hardly sleep since the throbbing in his ankle kept him awake the previous night and he didn't want to be a nuisance to Mettaton. He didn't want anyone to think he's weak.
Moments later, Tenna drifted off into a deep sleep. The crew gathered around him to guard him, feeling protective of the boss. Mettaton entered the room, curious as he noticed everyone watch the slumbering TV.
"I finally completed Boss' other duties," Mettaton softly sighed as he sat down with the crew before he whispered, "I told him to take today off, but he refuses to let his Lightners down,"
"Boss doesn't like asking help from anyone either," a pippins shook their out, "See how Boss tried to hide his foot whenever we looked at it? He doesn't want us to worry about him while he must be in extreme pain,"
Mettaton had to admit the pippins was quite spot-on, even though that's not the only reason.
"It does look painful," Mettaton admitted, "But, our Boss is strong and won't let anything stand in his way of work, darling,"
"He does seem quite annoyed and frustrated," a shuttah pointed out, "Maybe you know a way to lighten his mood, darling?"
"I have an idea, but I think he'd be in his private room when I help him relax," the assistant admitted, "Darlings, go and have fun doing whatever you wanna do. I'll take the boss back to his private room,"
The robot lifted the sleeping TV and carried him to his private room. Despite being quite strong, Mettaton was surprised how heavy Tenna was.
But, he did manage to carry him to his private room and placed him gently on the bed. He even went back to gather the footrest, the pillows and the roller office chair and brought them back.
Mettaton gently gathered the cushions and set Tenna's injured ankle on top. After he did so, the show host groggily mumbled as he switched his screen on.
"Oww!" Tenna hissed for a moment as he winced but quickly replaced the pained expression with a stoic one when he noticed his boyfriend and that he was no longer in the green room.
"I'm so sorry, darling!" Mettaton cooed as he gently stroked the side of his head, "Thought you'd be more comfortable here in your bedroom. Do you want anything, sweetie?"
Tenna mumbled something before he glanced away.
"What was that, darling?" Mettaton leaned closer. Was that a blush he saw for a moment?
"If you're eager to give me a massage, cuddles or tickles, you may do them," Tenna spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Something we can do to pass the time,"
"Oh, I'm very eager, Tenna-darling," Mettaton purred as he wiggled his fingers at his boyfriend, "Grumpy guys like you need lots of cuddles, massages and most importantly, tickles!"
Mettaton playfully dug his fingers into Tenna's sides, making the TV squirm as he struggled to keep his giggles in, biting his lower lip.
The robot decided to poke, rake and squeeze random spots. Squeezing his handsome boss' stomach earned him a squeak before giggle-snorts began to bubble from him.
"SNRK!" Tenna tried to keep the giggles down and disguised them by growling as Mettaton began to scribble his fingers all over random spots under his armpits, his sides, his ribs and his stomach, "N-not teheecklish!"
"Well, I'm still having fun tickling you, darling," Mettaton purred as he gently stroked the side of Tenna's head, which made him purr softly, "Oh, my. You love this, sweetie?"
The TV show host glanced away, not daring to say anything. He was surprised that instead of a laugh, he felt arms wrapped around him and being pulled into a hug before being cuddled by his boyfriend. The TV purred loudly as he snuggled closer, eager for comfort and to be pampered as his injury bothered him.
"I love giving cuddles and tickles to everyone, especially my darling boyfriend," Mettaton purred softly as he continued to cuddle his boyfriend while sneaking a couple tickles to make him giggle-snort, "Maybe you just need to squeeze my hand and I will?"
"Sounds good," Tenna purred between giggles, enjoying the attention.
The two continued to cuddle each other. Mettaton also tickled Tenna while making sure the TV won't hurt his injured ankle.
The two finally cuddled each other and drifted off to sleep.
Spamton and Mettaton decided to give Tenna some loving body worship. Tenna soon discovered new something about himself.
Bit more suggestive than the others (body worship, kissing, licking) They're all boyfriends.
Tenna sat quietly in his private lounge with a stoic expression, Mettaton and Spamton sitting on opposite sides.
"I've been thinking," Mettaton purred as he leaned his chin against Tenna's shoulder, "Other leaders demanded their subjects were to pamper and worship them. Yet, you never made us to anything like that,"
"What are you saying?" Tenna grunted, hiding his confusion with a bit of an angry tone. Spamton climbed into Tenna's other shoulder and leaned himself against the TV's head.
"We do [believe it or not] there's some [pampered like a princess] long [overdue payments] for [The Big Boss],"
"Exactly," Mettaton purred as he stroked the length of one antennae, which made it twitch. A tiny smile almost appeared on his lips before he straightened it into a straight line, "Someone as powerful and wonderful as you is long overdue for some pampering,"
"In what way?" the TV host asked, trying not to sound too curious. He had to admit he really longed being pampered and spoilt, but it sounded so needy. That old him is buried deep down.
"A full body worship," Mettaton suggested as he stroked the side of Tenna's head, "touching, caressing, kissing, massages, the works. As your boyfriends, I think we should both do it,"
"What do you need me to do?" Tenna asked.
"Just take all your clothes off besides your trunks," Mettaton beamed as he and Spamton got to their feet and turned away, "Then lie on the couch on your back and we'll do the rest,"
"No peeking," Tenna warned as he began to remove his clothes and neatly folded them on a spare couch. A small blush appeared on his face.
The TV glanced at his white silicone body, trying to make himself it in with the Dreemurrs when he was young and naive. His body is quite muscular due to forcing himself to be in tiptop shape.
He never really considered himself to be attractive. His hands and feet were quite large, almost comically so, which he believes counts against him. His nose was also quite long and large. His smile and laugh were too goofy and didn't suit the current image he wants for his successful self.
Mettaton and Spamton were suckups that are using him. There's no way they like him that way…
"[Big Boss]?" Spamton's voice brought him out of his thoughts when he finally lied down on the couch, feet resting on the armrest. Thank goodness the couch was built for him, or his legs would be comically hanging over the edge…
"I'm ready," Tenna replied, voice steady. He didn't know why, but he felt a bit nervous. Will they judge his body? He hardly ever bare his skin to anyone…
"Oh my," Mettaton sounded surprised as he and Spamton approached the couch. They pushed a double-seated couch closer until it touched the one Tenna sat on before they both climbed on and sat comfortably, "To be blessed by such handsome wonder,"
"Is this what you've been [hide and seek]?" Spamton asked. Tenna didn't answer, fighting down a blush that threatened to appear on his screen.
"Okay, first thing first," Mettaton began, "If we do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and you want us to stop, just use a safeword. What do you want it to be?"
"I think, 'It's TV Time'," Tenna nodded, entire body stiff as he didn't dare glance at them as he felt self-conscious being so exposed, "I'm ready,"
"How about the [give me a hand] first?" Spamton suggested to both men.
"Fine," Tenna nodded, feeling more relaxed as he offered his hands to them. Mettaton took one hand closest to him while Spamton climbed onto the TV's chest for a better grip.
"Such strong hands and fingers," Mettaton cooed as he pressed the palm against his cheek before he held it closer to his mouth and began to kiss the back of the hand from the wrist to each finger.
The hand twitched as Tenna felt the kisses. It felt tingly and strange. It felt nice. His other hand twitched as Spamton did the same, as well as rubbing his entire body against his palm. It tingled a lot more, a tiny hint of a smile on his screen and a tiny hint of a blush.
"[I'm loving it], my [One of the Big Guys]?" Spamton asked as he kissed his palm and fingers. Mettaton glanced at him eagerly as the thumb was tenderly kissed.
"…" Tenna simply nodded as he tried to appear more stoic. He felt giggly. He felt happy. He struggled to make sure the pink peonies won't bloom from his nose before he used a mental trick to keep them down. Little kisses make him yearn for the good ol' days. How sappy!
The show host was surprised when both Mettaton and Spamton began to lick his hands and fingers. It felt weird. It felt tingly and nice. He stuggled to keep a giggle down, wondering why it makes him want to laugh. Odd.
"[Are you ready?] for us to move to [big strong arms]?" Spamton asked. The TV nodded.
"You can continue everywhere. You don't need my permission," Tenna gave them permission, "I'll allow it,"
It felt nice as they started kissing from his shoulders to his wrists. Even when they started licking, it didn't feel as tingly compared to his hands. Weird. Guess it's due to his hands not used to being touched?
Both moved to his chest, admiring it and his strong pectoral muscles before they began to kiss, stroke and lick it. Certain spots made Tenna squirm. Weird. He didn't notice Mettaton and Spamton raising a confused brow before continuing.
"So handsome. So gorgeous all over," Mettaton purred before he and Spamton moved down to below the abs. The began to kiss from the middle and them sideways towards the ribs.
Tenna squirmed badly, his body shook as the kisses got closer to his ribs. A goofy smile appeared on his face. The TV bit his lip as giggle-snorts threatened to bubble out of him.
"You alright, darling?" Mettaton asked as he and Spamton stopped, mistaking his reaction for discomfort.
"You still [just peachy keen]?" Spamton asked.
"C-carry on," Tenna reassured them in a neutral tone, "Not used to being touched there,"
"Oh," both gave their handsome boyfriend a sympathetic look, "We should do this more often,"
The boyfriends and assistants of Tenna resumed their kissing of the stoic, serious TV. They kissed the ribs tenderly, feeling Tenna's body squirm at the tender touch. They decided to also use their hands and tongue as well, making sure their boyfriend felt loved.
Tenna's body squirmed and jerked as he felt tingly jolts everytime his ribs were attacked with the tender touches, kisses and licks. Giggles threatened to bubble out of it, biting his lip hard.
As soon as both kissed an extremely sensitive area between his ribs, Tenna let out a high-pitched, panicked squeal. It made both Mettaton and Spamton jump away. The TV quickly rolled to his side, facing the couch cushions.
"Boss?" both called out, concerned. Did they overstep a line. They felt more worried when their Boss didn't answer and curled into a tight ball.
"Are you [I'm not fine!]?" Spamton asked before he poked Tenna's side. A startled squeak came from him.
"…" Spamton and Mettaton glanced at each other in confusion. What happened?, "Are you okay, Boss?"
"F-fine. Just not that area, okay? It feels odd,"
"Odd?" Spamton repeated.
"Just odd. You can continue, just leave that area alone,"
Tenna rolled onto his back, ready for his boyfriends to continue. They began to kiss, stroke and lick his stomach. Oh, now that really tingled a lot! He squirmed, biting his lip to keep the laughter down. A blush formed on his face. He made his hands into fists and curled his toes, hoping it'll help get rid of the feeling.
But, it was futile. As soon both stroked a very sensitive spot on his stomach, Tenna jerked violently before a tiny, soft giggle accidentally slipped from his lips before he successfully kept the rest down. Oh, he hoped they didn't hear the giggle.
Playful grins formed on Spamton and Mettaton's face. They both glanced at each other. Yep, they both heard.
They continued, pretending to not notice Tenna's giggle. They began to kiss, stroke and lick Tenna's legs from the upper leg to just below the ankles.
"Look at [all this power] legs," Spamton sounded in awe between worshipping.
"Perfect legs our perfect boyfriend that uses lots of moves that involve his legs,"
"Good. Made sure they are," Tenna tried to sound nonchalant. The strange tickling feeling wasn't as bad as before. It felt nice.
As soon as they moved to his feet, oh golly! That felt bad! It made him feel extremely tingly and it became one-hundred times harder to keep his laughter in. He thought his ribs were bad, but this is much worse!
"Odd you never made us literally kiss your feet since you use them so often for your powerful kicks," Mettaton sounded flirtaous as he and Spamton kissed, caressed and licked from just above the ankles and just below the toes, "I would love worshipping feet as gorgeous as these,"
"I would [never say never] if you ever used me as a footstool," Spamton offered.
"It n-never c-crossed my mind," Tenna growled as he tried to hide his giggle-snort, "Only you two may touch them bare. Others only can if they prove my l-loyalteehee--"
A giggle-snort bubbled from the usually stoic TV as both Mettaton and Spamton began to kiss the top of his toes and stroking them lovingly. They also snuck some licks on them.
"EEhehe!!!" more giggle-snorts bubbled out of him, especially as soon as they focused on his big, second and pinkie toes. They appear to be the most sensitive spots of his body.
"You okay, Boss?" Mettaton feigned innocence as both he and Spamton moved to underneath the feet and continued from each heel upwards, hiding a playful smirk as Tenna is now really struggling to contain his composure.
"EEEHEEK!!! HehehHAHHAA!!!" Tenna squealed before he loudly laughed as both his boyfriends deviously grinned at his reaction between kisses, strokes and licks.
"Does the [Big Bad Boss] have very [ticklish toes]?" Spamton teased as he and Mettaton ran their fingers against the sensitive pads and underneath. It made Tenna squeal before loud, goofy and bubbly laughter burst out.
"NooHOO!! EEHEHEEK!!!" Tenna laughed loudly, voice bubbly.
"Oh my, what an adorable laugh!" Mettaton laughed warmly before scribbling his fingers all over Tenna's feet, "How dare you hide it from us!"
"I d-don't--EEEHEEK!!--laaahahagh---HAHHAHA!!" Tenna tried to appear stoic, but failed.
"Liar!" Mettaton and Spamton grinned deviously before wiggling their fingers at Tenna before they attacked his whole body with tickles. The show host laughed loudly and adorably, not once begging them to stop. They finally did when they began to feel tired.
"Hahahhehe-I thought it was just supposed to behehee worshipping, not tickleheheing," Tenna huffed as giggles still bubbled from him.
"Well, you needed some [tickle me Elmo] since you [don't you smile]," Spamton shrugged.
"Another thing you need is foot massages," Mettaton suggested, "Everyday someone gets assigned to do it. The entire crew admires you and wouldn't mind doing that. Especially since you're on your feet all day and use them for fighting,"
"As long as you don't tell them about my--" Tenna gestured with his hands.
"Nah, I wouldn't dream it," Mettaton denined, but has a hunch they will figure out as soon as they accidentally did so…
I'm about to make a post that is extremely bisexual I don't wanna hear a word about it.
ANYWAY. Kicks my legs when I remember that Mettaton NEO goes down in one attack ingame despite boasting himself as the savior of monsterkind. Does what I do best and applies it to tickles-
Imagining a lighthearted-type scenario where he's just testing out the NEO body and decides to get silly and try to play an over-the-top tickle monster about it. He'll chase you around and be like "Oohhhhh my darling!! I'm getting closer!! I can't wait to get you!!" And eventually he does corner you and starts into some kind of monologue about how he just can't WAIT to get his hands on you and hear you laugh.
Except. You're faster. You lunge at him and grab him by the sides to squeeze them and he absolutely SHRIEKS and falls over. You keep skittering your hands around and prodding and teasing him about how he went down in one attack despite it not being in his worst spot. He tries to tell you to shut up but gets cut off by his own squeal when you start tasering his hips.
Poor Mettaton is absolutely dying because the NEO body is so much more sensitive than his other two bodies and he's also having to keep track of his arm canon because he doesn't want to accidentally blast anything. He just lays back and takes it. He only taps out when his wings or stomach get targeted but by then he's made all kinds of squealy half-hearted protests.
He absolutely gets revenge later in one of his less sensitive bodies and teases you for having such cute reactions and making him want to keep his arms wrapped around you to keep tickling you forever (or until you tap out at least-)
