summary; wilbur is being a little bitch.. quackity tickles him for it. to wilbur’s surprise, however, he seemed to enjoy it.
WARNINGS: mentions of drinking / alcohol, mention of being drunk
reblogs appreciated,, ;-;
“Why is everyone saying- Someone said say your goodbyes, what does that mean?” Quackity looked confused as he, now nervously, tried to open the bottle of wine he held.
“You’re going to die from this,” Wilbur said, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk.
“No, you fucking asshole!” Nervous giggles spill from Quackity’s lips.
“Statistically-“
“Stop!”
“Statistically..”
“I know you’re lying, I know it's a bit but like..”
“WOOAH!” Wilbur cut Quackity off, pretending to grab Quackity to scare him. Quackity flinched, and almost immediately hid his face behind his hand.
“Statistically, someone will die in this room, from your actions right now. It’s gonna make a really scary, loud noise..”
“Dude! Fucking stop, no, you fucking do it, I can’t.” Quackity handed the bottle to Wilbur, and Wilbur opened it with ease.
“See, that’s why you hire experts, like me.. Because I won’t die.”
And then, just as Quackity’s nerves had eased, Wilbur pretended he was going to grab Quackity’s torso. Again. Quackity defensively put his arms in front of him, giggling nervously.
“Fuck off! Fuck off, that’s not funny!” He stood up, smacking the table before walking away as Wilbur smirked mischievously. Scaring Quackity was probably one of his favorite things to do.
Quackity murmured a few things to himself, about Wilbur being an asshole.. cocky..
And then he got an idea.
He made his way back over to where Wilbur sat, sipping from his glass of wine as if he’d done nothing. The bastard.
“I’m going to kill you,” Quackity threatened, but Wilbur only laughed, tauntingly.
“Aw, are you upset ‘cause I scared you? Is Big Q a little angry that he got scared~? Hmm?” Wilbur teased, speaking as if he were talking to a baby. Quackity rolled his eyes.
“Hey, I warned you, man.” Just then, Quackity reached down to squeeze and poke Wilbur’s sides, eliciting a shriek from the man. He was laughing again, but this time not tauntingly. Panicked, adorable, and very, very loud giggles.
Wilbur slid down his chair until he was on the floor, desperate for an escape from what he knew was to come.
“No, don’t you dare try escaping this! You deserve it, for scaring me!” Quackity kneeled down by Wilbur. They were both, mostly, out of frame from the stream, but they could be heard loud and clear.
Quackity held Wilbur down, and was pretty damn quick to drill his thumbs on the space above Wilbur’s hip bones, the bastard.
“QuaHAHACKITY! FUCK!” Wilbur threw his head back with a loud shriek of laughter, his hands latching onto Quackity’s wrist defensively— as if that will do anything?
“It’s about time I get some payback, huh? Don’t you agree, Wilbur?” Quackity smirked, keeping one hand at Wilbur’s hips, while the other scribbled on the taller’s underarms; Causing yet another shriek.
To Wilbur, this was a mix of heaven and hell.
It felt like little electric shock waves were shooting through him, yet they didn’t exactly feel bad. He felt a sense of comfort from it, in a way.
Maybe it was the fact he’d been stressed as of lately, and this, to him, felt like a good stress reliever.
Or maybe he was just drunk.
Either way, he was enjoying it— the only thing making him want it to stop, was knowing that chat could hear exactly what was happening.
“I’m gonna take your lack of a response as, you do agree.” Quackity snickered, his fingers spidering across Wilbur’s stomach.
He then stopped, to spare the slightest amount of embarrassment for Wilbur.. He knew that clip would probably circle everywhere.
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“Q?” Wilbur broke what had been their long silence— they ended the stream around half an hour ago, both of them now more sober.
“Yeah?” Quackity picked his head up to look at Wilbur.
“You know, um, earlier on stream, when you.. Um,” Wilbur placed a hand on his chin, as if trying to think of how to word this.
“When I what?” Quackity thought for a moment, trying to figure out what Wilbur meant…
Oh.
“Oh, what, when I tickled you? For being a little jackass?” Quackity snickered as Wilbur rolled his eyes.
“Yes, that,” Wilbur responded flatly, before his nervous tone seemed to return. He began to mumble, “Um, you know, it was uh.. kinda fun? And-”
“You want me to do it again, don’t you?”
Does this man read minds?
“…Yeah.”
“Come here.”
Wilbur scooted closer to where Quackity sat on the couch, hugging himself and staring at the ground. Did he seriously just ask for this?
Pulling Wilbur from his thoughts, Quackity was quick to hold him in a hug from behind. He chuckled as the taller man squeaked— Not something he’d expected to hear. And then, Quackity dug his fingers into Wilbur’s ribs, his fingers vibrating on the spaces between the bones, skittering up and down the sensitive spot, relishing in the way he screamed and spat meaningless protests through his laughter.
“Hey! I’ve got and idea” Bucky Lee platonic with Ler Steve
Bucky is having a thought day. So reader recruits Steven to help cheer up the resident grumpy old fart by them pouncing on him and getting him out of his own head. 💕 🥰 💕
Grumps
☆ Pairing: lee!Bucky Barnes x ler!reader x Steve Rogers
☆ Warnings: reader having feelings for Bucky [nothing particularly happening], Bucky being adorably ticklish
☆ Word count: 1.3k
☆ Summary: Bucky always has been known for staring, which you don’t quite tolerate around the avengers campus.. so you made it your mission, together with Steve Rogers, to bring a smile onto the old man’s face.
☆ A/N: I first wrote something romantic so I had to change the whole story T-T, I hope it’s okay though that I left the reader crushing on Bucky part in? Anyway, have fun reading!
Your expressions turned baffled. Bucky sat on the couch not far away from you, his human arm rested on the backrest behind him, he looks so chill from where you stood. But he stared again. And when Bucky stares, he's grumpy. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the wall, watching him as he did nothing but looking at that empty, boring and plain space. Whatever or whoever got him mad, get this better fixed.
Steve walked in on you, his eyes followed yours and stopped at Bucky with his typical amused smirk. He stood next to you, washing his hands in the sink when he spoke up.
"Is he being a grumps again?" His words mixed with a chuckle. You breathed out a laugh and shook your head, not really wanting to believe that he's grumpy again.
"Apparently," you answered and moved your whole attention to Steve, "we should bring some sun in his thunder."
"Yeah? And how?" He sounded like he's convinced there's nothing that could help Bucky cheer up for just a second. And yes, it was indeed hard to hear a laugh from Bucky now and then, but it still was somehow possible. And who are you to just leave it like that?
"I don't know..." your gaze wandered back to Barnes on the couch, your fingers tapping on your arm when suddenly... you had an idea. Your eyes widen, realising how this always made you crack a smile- more than that actually.
"Hey...", you mumbled, trying to get Steve's attention, "I have an idea... What do you think about a little..." your voice lowered for the next words, "tickle fight?" For only a moment you thought about how ridiculous that might have sounded and you thought about screwing that idea. Steve looked at you.
"This is..." he dried his hands, "such a great idea." Your face lit up with excitement. For all the times he's gotten you into a puddle of giggles and tears, it was finally your time to switch positions and get the best of him.
Steve wandered over to his best friend, grabbing his shoulders and squeezing them with grip. From far behind you saw Bucky flinch, not really anticipating that such thing would happen within the next moments.
"What's the matter, buck?" Steve asked and gave his shoulders a little massage to loose the tension in his muscles, maybe purposefully using more pressure around his neck. Steve noticed how he tensed up even more the closer he got to his neck. Grinning to himself, he continued as if he knew nothing.
"Nothing, Steve." Bucky growled, making Steve blow out a raspberry.
"You're staring, you're being an old grump again." You snatched from the right of Steve, making both gasp out loud, "you gotta laugh a little, barnes." Your arms were crossed over your chest, approaching Bucky from the other side of the couch, facing him.
"Did you just call me an old grump?" He looked so playful and annoyed at the same time. You knew he would never hurt you, not in a hundred years he'd touch you with bad intentions. But when you nodded, he was ready to get up and grab you. You stumbled back and smiled, Steve held his biceps to the back of the couch, his super strength made it look so easy.
"Steve, what are you doing?" He asked, gulping, "are you insane?"
Steve didn't answer his partner in crime at first, just sending you a wink and gesturing with his head to get over with it. You know both of them are extremely strong, maybe equally, so as easy as Steve holds him down, as easy Bucky could escape and accidentally hurt you.
"I'm not insane." Steve simply said, "just testing if you're still the same old Bucky I know, because this always got you to smile."
You don't have to be told twice, this was your cue to dig your hands in his sides and wiggle them viciously. He got tense, he was fighting with himself to leave Steve and you unsatisfied with the outcome. But this only made you go harder on him, your nails scratched at the stretched out skin of his sides, moving them along, down to his tummy. And this is where you broke the dam, he erupted in giggles and scrunched his nose. He was trying so hard to contain his reactions, looking down and squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn't have to look in your happy and wide smiling face. You found all of this extremely adorable, even more when you realised that he wasn't fighting back, it almost looked like Steve wasn't a bit bothered by holding his arms up.
"You should definitely try out the area around his abs," Steve said, nodding towards Bucky's torso, "and don't leave his belly button out!"
"r-rohogers!" Bucky warned throughout his laughter, throwing his head back a little when you scribbled and scratched all around his abs. And you had to be honest, you've never been that close with Bucky, never got to touch his body like you're doing right now and you enjoyed every little second of it. You couldn't hide your feelings for any longer, and maybe this was the first step into getting closer to the man you've loved for so long.
With a single finger, you circled around his belly button, his laughter got quieter, but you felt his nervousness expanding inside him. You grinned, sneaking your hand underneath his shirt to feathery light tickle over his skin, he flinched and twitched, his smile growing wider and wider with any second of more torture. You couldn't feel anything else than absolutely adored by him.
"Wanna tell me where your tickle spot lays?" You asked with a tilted head. You knew he wasn't gonna tell you. But Steve will.
"A shit I-Ihi will tell you!" You nodded your head, smiling stupidly when you headed back to scribbling all over his torso. Just this time, on his bare skin. He laughed a little harder than before, even slightly wiggled, still trying to not hurt you.
"His thighs, y/n/n, get them." Steve smirked. It took you by surprise, and maybe you were a little hesitant to touch his thighs and to squeeze them like that. Maybe this would go way too far and you felt a little anxious, but for Bucky's sake... you would do anything to get him laugh.
"Y/N!" Bucky warned, his eyes wide open with an menacing look hidden within them, "don't you even dare... unless you wanna get it back ten times worse."
A challenge you happily accept. Your emotionless lips formed into a smirk, your hands slowly moving away from under his shirt, down to his thighs where you placed them on top. You felt the hitch Bucky had in his throat, nevertheless, your fingertips dug into the flesh of his thighs. Making him jerk up and melt with boisterous laughter. He stomped his feet to the ground and threw his head back a little again, just taking in the tortuous tickles he was receiving. You were so shocked, you didn't realise you were using more pressure on this spot and sped up your squeezes. He was roaring in laughter, even little wheezes escaped his lungs.
"Jesus... didn't know you were that ticklish, Bucky." You giggled, continuing your little torture on him before you eventually let up. At least you knew, amongst this household, what mercy is.
He caught his breath and Steve slowly let go of his arms, they fell next to his sides, Bucky had no strength left. You got up from your place and leaned over Bucky's limp body, high-fiving Steve with the biggest smile you've ever worn.
Affection for Karl (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)
Word count: 1485
Warning: Feet tickling and lots of mouth tickles.
Karl was a complete mess. He struggled uselessly on his back on the bed with Quackity and Sapnap at either side of him, his arms pinned beneath them.
"Pleaseee!!!", he cried out shakily, his bubbly laughter nearly swallowing the words whole as he tilted his head down and scrunched, never enough to protect himself properly. His fiancés were relentless. Peppering kisses across his shoulders and his neck. The feather-light affection was driving him crazy.
Earlier they had fallen into the bed with soft whispers and sweet kisses to lips until the shirts were coming off and Karl responded to a neck kiss with a giggle instead of…any other noise.
"So sensitive.", Sapnap growled directly into his neck, pulling free more squeaks and squeals. It had gone very downhill fast from there. The cute noises grabbed Quackity's attention and the two made quick work of getting their ticklish fiancé pinned under their brutally sweet affection.
"You're adorable.", was whispered right against his ear.
"We love you.", was breezed into the other one. Karl was practically vibrating, unable to get away from both as his giggles grew more frantic.
"You guys are so mean!".
"I could be meaner. Could you be meaner Sap?".
"Oh I could be way meaner.".
"No don't! I'm sorry, this is fine!", Karl cried. He was all too aware of what his fiancés were capable of. While the soft lips trailing and peppering his worst spot were bad, he knew things could be a lot worse.
Too bad he didn't think of that before calling them mean.
Suddenly, hands were grabbing everywhere. At the soft section of his sides. At the thickest part of his thighs. Where his shoulders met his neck. Karl's body jolted and he threw his head back against the pillow as a chaotic round of cackles flew out of him. Each fiancée had one arm pinned completely under their body so he was forced to just lay there and accept his tickle-punishment.
"Didn't appreciate our affection...", Sapnap mumbled sadly, really playing it up.
"We'll make him beg for ticklish kisses.".
Quackity sat up and pressed his assigned wrist to the bed next to Karl's head and started crawling his hand up and up his side towards his open underarm. Karl yelped and shook his head 'no', shaking with laughter. Sapnap pushed up onto his knees and locked down Karl's arm with both of them. Then, he latched onto Karl's narrow hips and started playing with the small bones that stuck out there, timing it perfectly to when Sapnap reached his underarm. Karl screamed. The man beneath them was flung into chaos; squeezing his eyes shut and laughing hysterically. His adorable cheeks grew red. His body jolted and he kicked his fluffy-socked feet into the bed.
"I'm…sorry!!!", he cried helplessly.
"Tell us you want our affectionate tickles.", Sapnap growled again, nudging his warm nose against Karl's ear.
"Okay...okayyy!!", he wailed, the laughter starting to overtake his ability to talk. The other two smirked as they kept up with the harsh tickling. Sapnap dragged Karl's arm up higher as he teased directly into his underarm. Quackity squeezed and pinched at his twitching hips. Karl was getting a bit lost in the laughter.
His eyes prickled with tears before Sapnap or Quackity realized he couldn't speak. They laughed as they halted the tickles and Karl was sputtering in seconds.
"Tickle kisses please fuck okay please god...", the words flew out of him and bounced along with the giggles that accompanied them.
"Okay, we can do that!".
"But, only because you insisted!". Karl already knew this was just going to be more trouble for him and the butterflies in his tummy fluttered. Forced to beg for his own doom.
Karl giggled breathlessly as they both moved down to straddle a leg each and pressed his wrists down to the side of the bed.
"Fuck...", he whined. "Please guys this is so messed up!". But, they didn't care. A flurry of ticklish kisses fell on his bare tummy and sides and he was thrown into a frenzy of crazed giggles. "No!!!", he cried. His body convulsed softly. He squealed when a loud smooch was pressed against his bellybutton and the two attackers laughed.
"Is this where you wanted your tickle kisses?", Quackity smirked up at his red-faced fiancé. Sapnap kept his relentless lips teasing kisses up and down his side. Karl could only shake his head as he giggled his heart out. "Sap baby, he wants his kisses somewhere else!".
"Oh yeah?". Sapnap mumbled against the jumpy skin before nibbling it to draw a yelp out. Karl snorted and twisted away as wiggling fingers replaced the mouth. "Where else should we try then?", he asked dangerously. The two exchanged the evilest of silent conversations over the squirmy man.
"Flip over.". The two started to flip him over from both sides, all three of them bursting into giggles as it didn’t accomplish much.
"No! Quit it!". Karl shoved at Quackity's hands as they slid under his back, but Sapnap yanked him in and flipped him like a pancake. Strongest, of course. Karl could only squeak in protest. The two straddled his legs again, but this time wrangled in his ankles. Karl shrieked. "Hey! NO!!".
"Ohhh yes.", Sapnap laughed as he pried off the fluffy sock, ignoring Karl's second shriek.
If they were about to do what Karl thought they were he was sure he would die. The real fight began.
"Stay still!".
"Hey! Relax!!".
"Fuck!!", Karl cried out in panic as his thrashing failed to dislodge either tickle monster. Quackity tore off the fluffy-sock-barrier and they each got a nice good hold of Karl's bare feet. The toes wiggled in fear.
Sapnap's delivish fingers teased across the ticklish toes. Karl squealed as he grabbed his fourth toe and wiggled it.
"I like to play with my food.". Karl gasped sharply at the implication.
"Nonono—", he didn't make it far until he squealed loudly again. Desperate squeaky laughter filled the bedroom as nibbles attacked the pads and stems of Karl's toes.
Karl wanted to argue 'nibbles' were different from 'kisses'. He wanted to point out other ways they could show their affection. He wanted to beg for mercy oh please mercy mercy. But, all he could do was lose himself in his shrieking laughter as the tickles grew more and more unbearable. He tore at the sheets and the pillow with no place to put the electricity shooting through him. He could feel the vibrations of Sapnap's playful growling against his toes. Quackity's soft nibbles teased his pinkie toe and a scream tore from Karl's lips.
"Mercy!!", he wheezed out. Cruel smooches to the stems of his toes sent him squealing again. Karl yanked the sheets on the bed free entirely as he sunk into hysterics. “Fuck you!!”, he wailed.
He just screamed and laughed as he pounded his fists and twisted against the bed. His sweaty hair stuck to his red and tear streaked face. Quackity and Sapnap happily nibbled along the wiggly toes. All the love in the world put into each and every bite, really. Karl's laughter chimed like bells for the best Christmas. The happiest one. His cackling cut out a few times, but always came back full force with a delicious screech.
Karl couldn't believe the feeling. His fiancés had brought tickly fingers and even ticklish kisses against his feet before, but never nibbles. This was a first. The soft scraping and pressure of the teeth against his wiggling toes felt like certain death. What usually made him squeal and laugh when targeted on his sides or neck was now absolutely taking him apart. Every jerk of his foot or wiggle of toe made things worse. The increasing slickness from the two mouths was amping up the sensitivity as well. Karl needed to get out before he died.
Of course he didn't die, though. Just laughed himself silly. Completely silly.
When his laugh cut out for longer and longer, the two eventually relented. Two arms scooped Karl's shaking form into a warm chest. A very warm chest; Sapnap. A smaller body slid in to create a Karl Sandwich and two pairs of hands worked him down from his tickly haze. Firm touch to sides and shoulders grounded Karl where he should be, between the loves of his life. His giggles faded to whining, which faded to heavy breaths as sleep swept him away. Surprised eyes met each other over the adorable man.
More tickle affection was given as he slipped deeper and deeper into dreamland. The softest of kisses pressed to his eyelids and nose, down his cheeks, and finally his forehead.
"I love you guys...", Karl murmured into the air as his body grew more limp in their cuddle pile.
Found an oldish traditional doodle of Sapnap getting tickles and decided to digitalize it. I also turned the hands, which were just random hands at first, into Karl and Quackity’s hands (if you look closely you can see their rings 😊)
One last thing— on the other side of the Lee Sapnap drawing is a Lee Karl drawing. Should I digitalize that one too?
Being tickled by one person is bad enough. Being tickled by two is horrible. Being tickled by four? Now that’s just unfair.
Dream’s setup actually has to change a little bit to account for this. It’s a different sort of table this time around: one specifically fit for him, stretching each of his limbs taut. His arms above his head, his legs out to either side — and each joint is fastened down with a belt-like restraint both above and below it, making it impossible for him to move anything more than a couple millimeters, if that. Finally, a little foam gag is slid into his mouth for him to bite down on. It’s soft enough to rest comfortably inside but firm enough that he can’t quite get his teeth to click against each other through the material. Quackity tells him — truthfully — that it’s a safety precaution to keep him from chipping his teeth against one another or biting his tongue off during his punishment. His blood turns to ice at the implications of that.
And then, of course, they get started.
Sam focuses on his belly. He uses that special little circular suction cup brush for the naval this time. Dream HATES that thing: Quackity always uses it for punishments nowadays, because of just how badly it tickles. The man’s always shocked by how violently Dream responds to it: he can’t see pretty much anything regarding what it’s actually doing, so it’s really funny to watch him thrash around like a dying fish because of such an innocuous looking thing sitting so innocently on his tummy. Normally he doesn’t use it for more than a couple minutes. This isn’t normally. They turn it on, slip it in, and then forget about it for a while. Because leaving it in like this leaves Sam free to experiment with the REST of his tummy.
He leans over to bury his mouth into the skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry before proceeding to nibbles and then to rough grooming licks, each worse than the last. And Dream can’t do anything about it because of the stupid pillow under his abdomen. His tummy is all stretched out and taught and refusing to move. He can’t even suck it in. And Sam is taking full advantage of it, and why is he GOOD at this it’s not FAIR —
Sam’s nose nudges into the suction cup. Dream screeches through his gag.
Sam finally takes off the little tickly suction cup a few minutes later, but just as he’s collapsing in relief he feels Sam’s rough tongue scratching all around his naval instead, and it’s HORRIBLE. He sobs loudly, trying to squirm away. This is one of the worst things he’s ever felt. Sam doesn’t even seem to notice, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing into his bellybutton to groom it thoroughly. He blows a couple of harsh, firm raspberries occasionally, whenever his tongue needs a break. He’s unfairly good at it. (Sam’s always used tools before. Dream had no idea that being tickled by him normally would be even WORSE.)
Ant goes for his feet, using a little electric toothbrush to dig into the places that get him crying. He runs it over his big toe, under his fourth, against the arch and even back up between the digits. Dream’s ankles are strapped down tight, too, so he can’t kick at all, and a particularly nasty flash of inspiration has Ant tying a bit of twine around his big toe to pull it back, anchoring it to his manacles and preventing him from curling his toes to protect the sensitive skin beneath. He even teases him about how he’s only restrained his big toe: he could curl the others if he wants! (He can’t.) He experiments with different tools. He can’t decide between the quill and the electric brush. He tries to ask Dream which one’s worse, but you know. The gag. He decides to just use them both, letting them alternate between the undersides of his toes and the rest of his soles: best of both worlds that way.
Bad focuses on his legs. He squeezes around his kneecap, and runs his long claws down the muscle in his thighs and calves to make the whole thing shudder. His tail traces all around his hip bones and lower tummy, agonizingly light and slow as it circles over and over and over again. Bad’s not even really paying attention to it, but it’s so, so bad — especially with how it contrasts with the suction cup. On a whim he decides to target his inner thighs, experimentally pressing into the crevice there and realizing that if he presses his thumb into the muscle just right he can get this weird noise he’s never heard before, even through Dream’s gag. The others notice too and start asking Bad to keep doing it and see what happens. He finds that if he squeezes the whole thigh — with at least one finger pressing into that spot — he can get this weird spasming effect. It’s fun!
Quackity leans over him from just behind his head. He drills into his exposed armpits with both hands, using two fingers each to gently massage horrible circles around and around and around — eventually even switching to circling with his nails, which are even worse. He knuckles his ribs, roughly dragging his fist over either side of his ribcage to make him jolt and squirm like a worm on a hook. He scritches lightly on either side of his neck and watches his head try and fail to thrash. He uses his wings to reach over and lightly dust all over his sensitive torso. He even lets the feathers trail down to his tummy sometimes. The worst part about him, though, is that he TEASES. He asks him questions, threatening him with worse tickles if he doesn’t answer them — which he can’t, since there’s a gag in the way — and then uses the resulting silence as an excuse to nibble his neck while murmuring about how it’s his own fault. He coos about how helpless he is and how he can’t do anything about his current situation, aww, it must be so baaaad. And everyone knows how yummy his tummy is! How long has that cup been sitting there now? Are those inner brushes circling clockwise or counterclockwise, anyway? Owww, did Bad just find a new spot that’s making him cry like a baby? Does that tickle badly? Hm? Too bad he can’t move, huh? Because Quackity doesn’t think Bad’s gonna stop tormenting that spot for a while. He’d better get used to it. Isn’t this fun?
Sometimes they chat as they play. Ant and Bad have a conversation about their upcoming shifts as they torture his legs. Ant momentarily stops arguing about why he should get Monday off to suggest that Bad slide an electric toothbrush under his trapped leg to press against the back of his knee. Bad pauses his lecture about the importance of a good work ethic to ask Ant if he can feel a change in the muscles of his foot when he scratches like THIS. Sam argues with both of them even as he suggests new things he’s come up with since their last visits, passing over new and interesting tools for them to play with. Quackity watches them chat like it’s a ping pong match even as he presses a taser into Dream’s left armpit, letting wave after wave of tickly shocks torment the taut skin without pause. There’s a quill in his other hand. It’s circling the prisoner’s other pit.
Sam asks Bad if he’s ever nibbled Dream’s tummy before. Bad says no, and Sam starts explaining how to do it best. Dream is squeaking, trying to plead for Bad not to use his enormous fangs on his poor little tummy because he’s already catching on to how badly that would tickle, but nobody pays him any mind at all. Bad pretends that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that it’s his first time giving someone mouth tickles. It is not. It is CLEARLY not. He might even be worse than Sam. Bad’s mean enough to target his bellybutton, too, whenever he gets the inkling. It’s not fair that all of its torture made it MORE sensitive, it’s not!
Quackity offers Ant some baby oil. It’s not ticklish itself — feeling the duck hybrid rub the cool substance into his feet is actually really soothing, especially when he’s feeling so warm from the exertion — but then when Ant starts scratching again it feels like he’s exposed a live wire. It’s so much worse — he had no idea it could be this much worse! Ant laughs at his faint little twitches, and rubs some more right under his toes. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual tickling that follows. Almost.
The whole time, poor Dream is squealing into his gag. Tears are running down his cheeks, he’s trying desperately to thrash in his restraints — all is futile. No mercy. The prison staff are practically treating him like a squeaky toy: just a little thing to be tormented for their entertainment. He can’t do anything about it. Any one of these tactics would be enough to break him on their own, but all at once? Oof. He can’t even really make much noise through his gag, and while it was intended as a mercy to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself it ends up having the unintended side effect of prompting the four guards to go much further than usual in an attempt to get a reaction. (In other words, on top of being so much meaner than usual, all of this continues for the full three hours.)
Poor baby is an absolute mess by the time the timer runs out, the alarm finally sounding through the cell. His chest is heaving, his hands are limp against the table, his eyes are cloudy and dazed. His muscles started spasming at some point and now he’s just shivering uncontrollably. His skin is red all over, too — especially his belly. He doesn’t react at all when the restraints are released, unable to so much as lift a finger. Quackity takes out his gag and sees that he almost bit clean through the foam.
Sam picks him up, and at first Dream starts weakly attempting to babble about how he can’t TAKE anymore PLEASE — but instead of tickles, he’s greeted with the hybrid snuggling him into his soft fluff and settling down on the floor, taking the time to lick and groom his hair just the way he knows he likes it. Quackity had been planning to give him some well-deserved tummy kisses after his ordeal, but as soon as he announces his intentions Dream starts weakly begging him to not do it, please, he’s gonna die. He pouts about it (“I thought you LIKED my tummy kisses!”) but doesn’t push further.
Dream falls asleep quickly after that. Neither Big Q nor anyone else has the heart to wake him up, so they decide to just settle him in his bed and tuck him in, nice and snug. Bad probably stays a few minutes to nuzzle his cheeks, murmuring about how he’s such a stupid little muffin but they love him anyways. He gives him a few kisses before he leaves him to rest.
part 1 — context
mmmmmmm 🫠 you truly did go bonkers with this one what in the worrllddddddd 😭 3 houurrsssss?!??) a foam gag?? 😭😭 my celery mannnnnnnn 😩
(discussion belowwww):
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ok so my god the detail that you’ve gone into for each of these 😵💫 and we’ve got all the heckin special soup tools on the go as well.
this little suction thing is so cute. i love that he can’t stand them. that’s adorable. such a targeted little thing that is conveniently extremely easy for the ler to forget about, and yet unpredictable enough to always be on the lees mind. the fact that his position would make it difficult to see as well 🫠 and that he can’t suck in his stomach, and that sam is going nuts on the rest of his tummy. so his bad. so is quack.
the raspberries and nibbles 🥺 the relief that quickly turns to panic when sam replaces the lil suction thingy with his tongue 😅 (still feckin hate that word why is it so grossssss). i love that quackity is also just teasing him about everything sam’s doing the whole time. like just not letting him zone out or forget about any of the feelings at all
ant on his feet 😖 with the tieeeeeeee and baby oil wtffffff 😭 they’re just going nuts on himmmmmm. the fact that he gets each spot and toe as well. and the damn toothbrushes and aH. the fact that bbh and ant are just having cruel fun with it all. they’re talking like he’s not there and feigning disinterest,, until of course one of them hits a spot that makes dream squawk in his gag. i’m thinking baby oil on the thighs and lower tum too right? especially with bad’s nails 👌🏼 + it also protects his skin and look i gotta make sure my precious soppy cat man’s skin is safe.
i love the idea of quackity asking dream what he thinks of bad and ant’s work drama. like getting him to participate in the nonchalant conversation . but tickling him when he doesn’t answer quackity’s questions. (NECK NIBBLEABABZYHXHSS. such a flustery thing for someone to do when they’ve just been whispering teases into your eeeeaaaarrrr)
the feckin taser thing in the armpits again im going to throw it on dream’s behalf ffsjajxucus. and the fact that quackity can tease him about not being able to prepare for it as well??? the way he can use it so easily. like just tapping it on his armpit every now and then throughout his teasing. perhaps he also teases him with a countdown or two,, just purposely hyping him up for it
the armpit scratches and the rib knuckling 😵💫 idk knuckles seem to just be made to fit in between peoples’ ribs,, like it just makes sense. something about bone on bone as well :,) also baby oil to the armpits and ribs makes sense? like sure his skin is red and slippy and so tickly by the end of the 3 hours,,but it’s also soooo sofffttt and smoottttbhh
the aftermath here is cute. but i’m going to make it cuter 👌🏼🤌🏼:
first off he needs a bowl of soup and so much water immediately after he’s been lifted off his restraints. the foam gag would feel gross lmao. the feeling needs to be abolished
he also needs to be held so closely to sam. specifically, his tired tummy needs to be buried safely into his tummy fluff. ciz i just think that would feel amazing
he needs slippers. this one is a threat. he needs fluffy slippers or else.
he needs his limp hands held and floppy fingers played with
he needs a back rub and back kisses (only enough to make him melt and smile, not giggle though. he’s too tireddddd)
he needs a cookie
he needs to be reassured that there is room for him in this world, and that a reset isn’t necessary
he needs a blanket, and to receive forehead kiss goodnight from everyone
he needs everything mentioned to be still occurring/available when he wakes up as well 👍🏼
