#ler! Quackity

[tobysbliss]

surprise enjoyment..?

ler!quackity, lee!wilbur

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.

And Wilbur could not have been happier.

[thereisnoaccount]

“Here comes the tickle monster~”

“Nohoho…”

”He’s gonna get your tummy, Dreamie~”

”Noho, Ihit’ll tihickle!”

“I’m gonna tickle your belly button~”

“Dohon’t!”

“Aww, why not~?”

Ihi’m tohoo tihicklihish thehere!”

“Good.”

[guesswho873]

quackity: everything changed, wilbur.

wilbur: are you sure about that?

let's just say wilbur was glad not everything changed

(this is like the other one too)

[azuregiggles]

TWICE in this clip Wilbur makes Quackity flinch and squirm away 😭 he's not even holding the bottle the second time. And Quackity getting all giggly and giddy omggggggggg. The way Quackity puts his arms up to defend himself

[sunriseallium]

Snippet of some q!tntduo :) I'm actually writing omg

[wishitweresummer]

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.

"I love you too.".

"Love you very much, mí amor.".

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[aninklingof]

Some Lee Sapnap

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?

[sleepy--anon]

Quackity's Day off

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Takes place after Marry Me

Quackity hadn’t felt this content in what felt like years, he'd cut his hair, he'd started dressing cleaner, and he wore his engagement ring proudly on his left hand. He'd told other members of Las Nevadas everything, a few members fawning over the ring. *cough* Sam *cough* Sapnap now also walks around in a suit, all black with a dark red shirt. He's marrying the founder so people treat him with the same respect. Today was a Saturday, things were going slow, Quackity hadn’t received one call or message indicating that he needed to come in. The couple were still in bed in Quackity's penthouse, both wearing sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, just spooning, Quackity loved the secure feeling of being the little spoon. Quackity was awake, he had been for a while, but Sapnap was still asleep, whining and squeezing whenever Quackity made a move to get up.

"Baby..." Quackity whispered, looking over his shoulder, earning a grunt in response.

"We have to get up eventually."

"We could definitely just stay in bed all day." Sapnap’s voice rumbled through the room, deep and gravely from sleep. Quackity rolled his eyes and felt Sapnap press himself even closer, leaning to press warm kisses to his temple and cheek. Quackity smiled widely at the affection, leaning into it as the kisses trailed down his jaw.

"As nice as that sounds...and as much as I want to do that.....I have to be ready to go if they need me." His arm came up to play with his fiancé's hair, eyes fluttering shut, humming when his large warm hand came up and rubbed his chest.

"I'm sure they can handle themselves for one day, you're staying." Sapnap purred against his jawline. Quackity shook his head slightly,

"I really have to get up babe, I cahaHAN’T!" Quackity's little speech was cut off when Sapnap’s once soothing kisses moved down to his neck, brushing his stubble purposefully.

"Hehehey!"

"I think I get to choose when your sexy ass gets up~" Sapnap’s hand that was once on his chest, slid back to pinch and squeeze at his ribs, causing him to snap his arm down.

"HEHEHEY HEHEHEY! COHOHOME OHOHON!" He twisted into the bed and kicked when he just followed. Sapnap chuckled into his neck, which wasn't helping. He then attempted to turn himself back to face Sapnap.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY OHHOHOHOKAY! I'LL STAHAHAY!" That got Sapnap to pull back and return his soothing touches, one arm around him and the other rubbing his arm and leg. Staring lovingly into his eyes, Quackity felt small and embarrassed under his gaze. Part of him loved it, a huge part. Sapnap pressed a kiss to his nose, baring an amused look when he giggled at it and shrunk back.

"Are you just worked up right now or are you seriously that ticklish?" Sapnap began covering his face in kisses, humming when Quackity burst into bright giggles, craving more. He locked their lips and began crawling his fingers up his back, causing Quackity to squeal into the kiss. He pulled back when he raked his fingers along it, basking in loud frantic laughter coming from his lover.

"STOHOHOohohop!" Quackity whined, hiding himself in Sapnap’s neck.

"You embarrassed Patito~? ¿Las cosquillas son demasiado para ti?" Quackity flushed all the way down to his shoulders. Not only was that question ten times more flustering in Spanish but Sapnap new that Quackity was both flattered and heavily attracted to how he sounded speaking Spanish.

"Shut up, you're so unfair!" His voice muffled from how he was pressed against his neck.

"They can handle themselves today, we're gonna relax, even if I have to wreck you to do it."

"I could really use a day off. If you’ll play prince charming and carry me to the jacuzzi and join me I'll definitely say yes... no wrecking required."

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[fluffallamaful]

WARNING: VERY INTENSE TICKLES AHEAD

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):

🦙🦙🦙…

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 👍🏼

🦙🦙🦙…

[tobysbliss]

lee quackity core!!

[thereisnoaccount]

[mushiewrites]

MUSH!!! MUSHIE!!! HI!!! 😄😄

Can you please do number 30 from prompt list C with Lee Quackity Ler Wilbur? If you don’t write for Wilbur then you can choose a different Ler (don’t remember if you do or not)

THANK YOU!!! *throws a bagel at you and books it*

from this prompt list!

30. “Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

“ENEMY SPOTTED!” Quackity heard the unmistakable accent coming from the hallway, turning his head to see the tall english man standing in the doorway with a finger pointed in his direction. Wilbur swayed slightly as he took a step forward, still tipsy from the wine stream they had just finished wrapping up not ten minutes ago. He rolled his eyes at the wobbly figure moving slowly towards him, turning to clean up more of the area they had streamed.

"We're not enemies in real life, you idiot." He heard Wilbur chuckle lowly at that, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Suddenly he was to the side of him, almost pressing his front into Quackity's left arm. This caused him to turn his head slightly, making eye contact with a very smiley Wilbur Soot.

"Bold words from someone within tickling distance."

Before Quackity could process what had been said he was tackled back down into his chair, cackling with his head thrown back as Wilbur kneaded his slender fingers into the spaces between the smaller boys ribs. He kicked and pleaded, but it was no use - Wilbur was clearly set on destroying his "enemy" for as long as he pleased.

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 7 - Soft

Here is the lovely prompt list <3

C!Sapnap/C!Quackity ROMANTIC (since it’s a canon couple lolol)

Thought you might wanna be tagged again <3 @rxsahgrce

This is a Karlnapity fic btw, Karl just isn’t mentioned at all, but he is still in the picture

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“SAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Quackity squealed as he buried his face into the cushions of the couch. Sapnap’s fingers had found purchase on Quackity’s gorgeous, golden wings. Of course Quackity hadn’t said the safeword yet, which was ‘gold’, easy to remember and easy to say if needed. Sapnap smiled and scribbled his fingers into the base of Quackity’s wings. The beanie clad man screeched as the fingers clawed softly at the skin beneath the feathers. Quackity’s laughter soon turned into soft giggles as he’d asked for Sapnap to slow down. Now the fingers only lightly traced at the wings, just enough pressure to keep him giggling and melted. Sapnap smiled, “You enjoying yourself, Ducky?~” And his heart melted as Quackity nodded.

[wilbyscoot]

Yeah, Ler!Wilbur and Lee!Quackity is nice but what about Ler!Quackity and Lee!Wilbur?

Don't get me wrong, I love Lee!Quackity. His smile and laugh is adorable and during that wine stream where Wilbur scares him by pretending to get him? Loved it.

But what about Quackity feeling bold enough to try and get Wilbur back? But instead of just scaring him, he actually latches his hands onto Wilbur's sides. Wilbur is known to be able to hide his reactions but I don't think he ever expects Quackity to be the one to try and tickle him. And when he doesn't expect it, I'm sure Quackity will at the very least get a yelp or a jump from that man.

And once Quackity sees Wilbur react unexpectedly, he gains confidence and does what everyone would do, he tickles him.

[wishitweresummer]

Tickle War (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Domestic bliss, kissing (a small bit), and feet tickling.

Karl batted Sapnap's hands away from his waist for the third time this morning.

"You're going to mess up the omelette!", he giggled. Sapnap leaned back against the counter near the furnace and smirked at Karl. When his flustered fiancé wouldn't meet his eyes he laughed and watched his hands instead. Karl delicately folded the egg over to create a beautiful omelette. It was quickly transferred onto a plate and slid onto the counter behind Sapnap. He grinned as Karl switched off the furnace and trapped him against the counter with a hand at either side of his body.

"What?", Sapnap smiled with his eyes on Karl's lips. They trailed up to find his eyes narrowed. He relaxed back into the counter and closed his eyes as soft lips overtook his. Sapnap smiled into the kiss, humming at how sweet it felt. He wrapped his arms around Karl's neck and melted.

"You're a troublemaker...", Karl murmured into his lips and suddenly there were fingers pinching at his waist. Sapnap squeaked embarrassingly into the kiss and ripped his arms down. Suddenly, Karl had him pressed against the counter and tickly hands were crawling up his shirt.

"No!!", Sapnap cried out, giggling as he squirmed back into the counter and fumbled against the hands under his shirt. "Get out of there!".

    Sapnap was finally able to wrangle the evil fingers from his shirt and the two stood there giggling, bumping noses.

"Where's our ducky?", Karl smiled, pressing his forehead to Sapnap.

"Sleeping in wayyyy too late.".

     Sapnap and Karl sat at their dining table and shared the omelette as they chatted about their weeks. It was a soft quiet morning, probably from the lack of their loudest fiancé. The sun flooding into the house got brighter and brighter with no appearance from Quackity.

"We should go wake him.". Sapnap nodded at the words, then grinned when he looked up and noticed Karl's playful smirk.

"And how should we do that?".

"His favorite thing.", Karl lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in the air. Sapnap nodded and bumped his chair back as he stood quickly.

"Let's clean up.", he giggled giddily.

                                            ~•~

     Quackity was sprawled under the covers dead asleep. It was adorable. His mouth was open and tiny snores were drifting out.

     The plan had been to jump on top of him together and tickle him, but they found him in a position that left a different tactic wide open. His bare foot was sticking out of the blanket. The two eyed each other excitedly before crouching on the floor at the bottom of the bed together, the foot between them. Sapnap wrapped his hand around the small ankle firmly and gave Karl a nod. Karl scribbled up the bare foot with his short colorful nails. Quackity shrieked, torn out of dreamland forcefully. Strained cackles filled the bedroom as he desperately tried to tug his ankle from Sapnap's strong grip.

"Fuck you!!!", he cried. Quackity had twisted the moment he had woken up and his thrashing had quickly tangled him in the blanket. Karl eyed the mess over the edge of the bed and started giggling. They had been planning on just waking him up this way, but now Quackity looked so pathetic and his sleepy laugh was cute.

"Get him!", Karl shouted as he jumped up and scrambled on top of his trapped fiancé. Quackity yelped as skinny fingers found his sides through the blanket.

"Guys please!!!". Sapnap laughed as he took over the foot tickling. He played with the wiggling toes as he watched Quackity fall into hysterical laughter. He bucked wildly as he tried to get Karl off of him, looking pretty helpless.

      Eventually, Quackity broke an arm free from the blanket burrito and grabbed a pillow. A loud whap sounded through the room as Quackity smacked Karl with it and sent him crashing to the side full of giggles. It distracted Sapnap long enough to loosen his grip and Quackity pulled himself free and out from under the covers. He grabbed another pillow and clung it to his chest as he gasped for his breath. Sapnap crawled on the bed and Karl sat up, pillow in hand. They all stared at each other, Quackity panting softly.

The air sizzled with a dangerous level of playfulness. Eyes flicked back and forth, scanning for movement. Sapnap eyed the pillow behind Quackity and the other two tensed. He huffed and dove for it. He was able to grab it and curl up around it, but the other two let out war cries as they pummeled him with their own pillows. He giggled wildly under the playfulness. He pushed himself up, fighting through the attacks.

"Karl how could you betray me!!!", Sapnap yelled and lifted his pillow in the air to whack Karl with. Quackity dropped his weapon and latched onto Sapnap's sides from behind. He squealed and dropped the pillow, collapsing backwards as laughter bubbled out of him. "Quackity!!". He pulled at the hands tickling into his sides. Lips brushed against his ear and a squeak flew out of his lips as he scrunched deeper into his fiancés arms.

"How could you wake me up like that?". The growl against his ear made him jolt and he sunk down as Quackity sunk his teeth softly where his shoulder met his neck.  The squeakiest giggles poured out of him as he twisted.

"Stop!!", he whined helplessly.

     Karl tossed the pillow aside and leaned in, coo'ing at Sapnap's frantic giggling as he scrambled with Quackity's sneaky fingers.

"It was his idea, by the way.", Karl lied easily. Sapnap gasped.

"It was not!!", he cried out, then yelped and leaned forward. Sapnap shook with a desperate sounding laugh as Quackity held him by his ribs and rubbed his thumbs in circles into the back of them. He made a strangled noise in protest as Quackity turned him and folded him down on the bed, brutally tickling into the back of his ribs. Sapnap cackled loudly and clawed at the blankets. "No!", was all he was able to peep out. He reached back to try and slap the tickling fingers away, but Quackity shoved his hand into his open underarm. Sapnap curled and twisted, wailing helplessly with laughter. The other two coo'ed as they could suddenly feel heat radiating from their red-faced blaze-hybrid.

Karl decided he wanted to help with the torture. He scooted in closer and started pinching at Sapnap's jumpy shoulders where they met his neck. Sapnap's survival instinct jerked his spine straight and he pushed himself up quickly. The other two were only confused for one moment before Sapnap wrapped both arms around Karl's middle and threw all his weight forward. Karl cried out as he was suddenly staring at the ceiling. A high pitched yelp was torn out of him as warm grabby hands attacked his waist.

"It was your idea and you threw me under the bus!!", Sapnap tried to sound angry, he did. But, his voice cracked twice and he couldn't stop giggling. Sapnap nosed up the shirt against Karl's squirmy tummy and pressed a raspberry directly into his bellybutton, still pinching teasingly at his hips. Karl twisted and shrieked, his laughter bubbling out through squeaks and hiccups as he squirmed and tried to pry Sapnap away from his middle. Another raspberry drew another loud cry.

Quackity leaned over Sapnap and watched Karl's face, feeling a little love-struck. Karl's laughter sounded happy and was beautiful. It entered his ears and sank into his heart. He looked down where Karl's legs were squirming underneath Sapnap's body and found an opening where he could latch above the knee. Karl screamed. Suddenly, Sapnap was tossed aside and hit the blankets with an 'oof'. The two scrambled on to their knees and suddenly all three were staring at each other again. Eyes darted. It seemed everyone was determined to not be completely ganged up on.

At the exact same time Sapnap pounced for Quackity, Quackity pounced for Karl. They were all dragged down together in a flurry of surprised laughter. Sapnap pushed himself up between them and tickled into each of their stomachs, they both squealed. With a rough tug from Karl, Sapnap found himself face down on the bed again. He scrambled against the blankets.

"Don't!!", he cried out as he was pressed back down and burst into anticipatory giggles. "Not both of you!!". He curled up in panic and screamed as four hands attacked his sides and hips.

Drowning in his own laughter, Sapnap desperately twisted himself onto his back and slapped at the attacking hands. Quackity and Karl leaned over him, their giggles sounded evil as they squeezed at his sides and dug into his ribs. Karl tugged up Sapnap's shirt and he yelled out in panic. Without thinking he reached up and grabbed a handful of each of their shirts, tugging them down forcefully on top of him. The tickling stopped as Quackity and Karl both did their best to not hurt Sapnap as they landed on him. Sapnap's giggles were frantic, squirming under the weight of his loves.

"Sap!", Quackity laughed as he carefully rolled off him and sat up, patting around the giggly blaze-hybrid. "Are you okay?". Sapnap nodded and grabbed onto Karl's hands as he also tried to make sure he was okay.

"We were supposed to be tickling him!!", he tugged Karl in closer, both of them giggling more as their noses brushed. "Help me tickle Quackity now or you're waking up tomorrow with cuffs around your wrists and my mouth on your tummy.". Karl's mouth dropped open at the threat and he pulled back, flushed.

"Okay okay okay.", he slipped out of Sapnap's hands and grabbed for Quackity, who jerked away with a squeak.

"Fuck, no!!!", he cried out as he was manhandled by Karl down onto the bed.

Now, Quackity found himself face down on the bed squirming desperately. The other two held him in place and tickled mercilessly into his wings and back. Quackity was in tears in no time, screaming with laughter.

     Karl's skinny fingers skittered through his wings and found a new muscle to tease every time they stopped. Sapnap's warm hands massaged dizzying circles into the back of his ribs and up at his shoulder blades. Quackity sputtered as he tried to beg, but would wheeze every time he tried to ask for mercy. His laughter cut out as Karl found a particularly sensitive muscle in his wing and he quietly convulsed against the bed, then a scream cut through the air. His cackles were deafening as he pounded and kicked against the bed desperately. Sapnap and Karl giggled at their helpless ducky.

"What did I do!!!", Quackity cried.

What had he even done? They could barely remember. Sleep in or something?

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[aninklingof]

Three Times Rough & One Time Soft: Sapnap edition

This is my birthday fic for Sapnap, which is also the start of a possible series that I want to do!

Thanks to @mushiewrites for proofreading the first part (Dreamnap), @wishitweresummer for help with the second part (Karlnapity), and @kasey-writes-stuff for the third part (Punznap)!

Lee! Sapnap

Multiple Lers!

Warnings: swearing ✨Platonic✨

Enjoy!!

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“Sapnap!” Shouted Dream from the kitchen before he came stomping into the living room, crossing his arms and staring annoyed at the younger lounging on the couch.

“What,” he replied without meeting Dream’s gaze.

“It’s your day for the dishes.”

Sapnap groaned and slumped further down into the cushions dramatically. “Can’t you do it?”

“No, it’s your day.” The blonde tapped his foot, his anger steadily increasing with the man. “I did it yesterday, like I was supposed to. Now it’s your turn.”

“But you’re closerrrrr—“ the ravenhead whined and threw an arm over his eyes.

Dream almost shouted again at him, but paused. He took notice of how Sapnap was sprawled on the couch— how his t-shirt had ridden up to expose a sliver of skin when he raised his arm— and it gave the blonde a much more fun solution.

Sapnap hadn’t heard Dream answer right away and thought for a moment that he’d left (he still couldn’t see due to the arm over his eyes). Just before he went to peak however he felt a weight settle over his hips and a firm hand press to his forearm, holding the arm on his face in place.

“Dream—? What’re— wAHAHA—!!” a sudden squeal leapt from his throat as he felt the torturous touches of fingers in his armpits, kneading roughly into the sensitive spot and sending shockwaves of intense tickles through his nerves.

“This should teach you to do your chores,” Dream spoke, the smirk on his face audible in his words. “Tickle tickle Sappy~”

“DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHOHO—!!! STOHOHOHOHOP THAHAHAT!!!” The brunette cackled wildly, kicking his legs and slapping Dream’s tickling hand frantically with his free one.

“Do the dishes!” The older exclaimed, starting to rub his knuckles rapidly up and down Sapnap’s ribcage. And he lost it.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAA—!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!! IHIHIHI’LL DOHOHO IHIHIT!! IHIHIHI’LL DOHOHOHO IHIT IHI SWEHEHEAR!!! JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP!!”

And as soon as the vicious tickle attack started it was over. Dream released Sapnap’s arm and it immediately shot down to protect his tingling ribs while the younger took gasping, greedy breaths.

“You good Pandas?” Dream chuckled fondly after a minute or two.

“F-Fuhuck…. Yohou…” Sapnap stuttered breathlessly, his smile genuine to show he wasn’t actually mad.

“You want a round two?”

“Noho!! I’ll doho them!! Lemme up!”

Dream wheezed as the younger pushed him off and immediately jumped up to go do his chore, rubbing his ribs that still buzzed with ghostly tickles.

~~~

Sapnap, Karl and Quackity sat huddled together under a blanket while they watched a movie. It was late and they had spent most of the day streaming and goofing around, being loud and chaotic for most of it. Now though they were relaxing and shamelessly cuddling each other.

Sapnap was sandwiched in between the two others at the moment, clutching a bag of sour patch kids and snacking on them periodically. Quackity randomly threw his arm over Sapnap and cuddled into his side aggressively. In doing so his hand landed on Sapnap’s side, making the brunette let out a squeak which he tried to cover up.

“Quackity get off me!” He snapped shakily, hoping the ravenette hadn’t noticed his little noise.

“Did you just squeak?” Karl asked.

“N-no!!” Sapnap answered far too quickly.

A shiver ran down his spine upon hearing a maniacal giggle from Quackity next to him. “You squeaked, didn’t you?”

Suddenly he felt tickly sparks in his sides from curious prodding fingers, those of which belonging to Quackity. He puffed up his cheeks in an attempt to hold in his laughter, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripping at the younger’s wrists.

“Aww look at him! He’s turning all red!” Karl cooed, reaching up to Sapnap’s chin and scratching gently with his pretty painted nails.

At this Sapnap snorted and broke down into high pitched, adorable giggles. “Kahahaharl!!! N-nohohooo!!”

“Nawww! Look at himmmm!” Karl added a second hand into the chin-tickling.

“Hey, I wanna try something George told me about!” Quackity exclaimed. His hands shot up into Sapnap’s armpits and started scratching and scribbling sporadically. “Is wittle Pandas ticklish?”

The Texan’s face flushed brighter than a stoplight and he began cackling loudly. “NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT TEHEHEASE!! GEHEHET OHOHOHOUTTA THEHEHERE!!!”

“He’s flustered by baby talk?! That’s so cute what the honk?!” Karl squealed happily. “Who’s a ticklish wittle baby? Huh?”

“GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Sapnap pleaded as he thrashed, tears of laughter pricking in the corners of his eyes.

“Alright alright,” Quackity chuckled, stopping his tickle attack and removing his hands. Karl moved his from the brunette’s chin to his scalp where he started to scratch to soothe the man down from his giggly high.

“Thahat wahas cheheheap,” Sapnap sighed through residual giggles as he melted into the cushions, relaxed by Karl’s hand in his hair.

“You loved it, pretty boy,” the oldest retaliated, making Sapnap whine and blush again. The three snuggled up together and picked a new movie to watch, Sapnap dozing off in between his two best friends happily.

~~~

“PUHUHUHUNZ FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!!!!” Sapnap wailed, the vicious squeezing and kneading to his sensitive thighs driving him into peals of hysterical laughter.

Punz simply smiled down at the younger man while he tormented him relentlessly. “I told you you’d regret being a little shit to me during the stream yesterday!”

The stream Punz was referring to was a late-night Valorant stream on his Twitch account. The entire time the two were playing together, Sapnap was being particularly bratty. He continuously stole the older’s kills and gloated about how bad he was, getting Punz down to his last nerve.

“When you get here tomorrow I’m going to absolutely destroy you,” he threatened lightheartedly, gripping his controller tighter in anger as Sapnap sniped another one of his kills.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” the Texan laughed. “Judging by your ability to ‘destroy me’ right now, I don’t think I have to worry too much!”

Oh how wrong he was.

Upon his arrival he was hurried inside and ushered to put his stuff in the guest room rather quickly. At the time Sapnap had thought nothing of it, however now that he was pinned on the couch laughing his lungs out it started to make more sense.

“FOHOHOHOR FUHUHUHUCK’S SAHAHAHAKE STOHOHOHOP WIHIHIHITH THEHE THIHIHIHIGHS!!!” Sapnap cackled desperately.

“If you say so,” Punz responded, lunging forward and shoving the brunette’s sweater up to blow a big raspberry right in the center of his belly.

“FAHAHAHAHACK—!! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!!!”

The blonde continued covering the man’s tummy in raspberries despite his plea, eventually snaking his hands up to Sapnap’s ribs as well. Upon feeling rough digging in between the bones his laughter ascended into silence.

After a minute more Punz ended his ruthless attack, sitting up with a proud smirk to admire his work.

Sapnap was smiling ear-to-ear, his face bright red and streaked in faint tear tracks showing that at some point tears were shed. He giggled while gulping in air greedily, finally cracking an eye open once he had leveled out his breathing to see the older smiling fondly down at him.

“Stohop staharing…” he whined, flushing red all over again and covering his face in embarrassment.

Punz laughed and climbed off of the younger to sit next to him, pulling his head into his lap and idly brushing his fingers through the brunette curls while turning on the tv.

He was in for one hell of a weekend.

~~~

“Sappy~ wake up birthday boy~” Dream cooed as the brunette slowly drifted into consciousness. Looking down at him was Dream and George, their fond smiling faces filling him with warmth almost immediately.

Sapnap blinked blearily and a sleepy grin stretched across his face. “Mornin’…” he mumbled, his morning voice rasping quietly.

The two climbed onto the bed and squished the sleepy Sapnap between them. Dream started to gently trace the youngest’s ears and jaw while George’s hand slipped under the blanket and his shirt to lazily trail over his belly, getting him giggling immediately.

“We had to give you your special birthday wake-up tickles~” the blonde continued. “And this time Georgie is here to help…~”

“Special tickles for a special day,” George muttered, inwardly cringing at himself but continuing since he knew Sapnap liked all the soft attention.

Sapnap giggled softly and started to squirm as he grew more and more awake, but the tickles remained feather light and gentle. It filled the youngest’s belly with butterflies that served to only worsen the tickles on his tummy.

“T-tihihihickles….”

“Nawww, does little Pandas like his tickles~?” Dream purred as his fingers fluttered lightly over Sapnap’s collarbone.

The Texan flushed at the special nickname used only to tease him and make him red as a strawberry. He moved to hide his red face in his hands, only to hear a ‘tsk tsk’ from George.

“No hiding, Sappy. We wanna see your red face,” the oldest scolded gently.

Sapnap whined. “Ihihi’m uhuhup..”

At his words the two stopped and squeezed him in a tight hug. “Happy birthday,” Dream muttered.

“Happy birthday, idiot,” George repeated, adding an affectionate ‘idiot’ at the end for some authentic George flair.

After a moment the three broke the hug and the two older men stood. “Breakfast is ready downstairs. Get dressed and come on down,” Dream smiled as he and George left the room and shut the door.

Sapnap sat in his bed and sighed happily. Life could not be anymore perfect at that moment. It was gonna be a great birthday.

~~~