#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.”

[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?

[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):

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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 👍🏼

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[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.

[quackalee]

5/8/23: General HCs will most likely keep changing to keep up with lore! However, there has not been any lore to separate eng!quackity and esp!quackity yet so for now this is just q!Quackity. (out of character)

You there!

Yeah you, you snoop!

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Hey there! :]

The name’s Quackity from QSMP! Is it Quesadilla SMP or Quackity SMP? (Hint: The handsome, gorgeous, too stunning for this world option.)

I mess around to have fun.

But no matter how things will change, one thing stays chronic: Big Ler Q! Yes, thank you, thank you. Hold your applause!

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General HCs

I’m a very, very tall and muscular man!!!1

Yes, I’m a duck, and no, you can’t eat me

You may be wondering if I ever take my beanie off… The answer may surprise you… No!

I banter with people no matter how well I know you so you’re in for a real treat!

I flirt occasionally but it’s nothing serious, promise

Still a bit sentimental about Tilín but trying to move on

Wearing Tilín’s old red ribbon on right wrist

1% Richarlyson’s Father and trying to get a higher percentage

Apart of project ‘Imortalyson’ to try and keep Richarlyson alive

[subject to updates]

Lee HCs

Immediate giggles if caught off-guard...

Affectionate teases? Gag. Oof. Hard Pass.

[redacted]

Ler HCS

Big, big fan of tickle games. Chasing? Check plus!

Laughs along with a lee. Who can't?

Loves the way lees giggle and smile it’s just so arghhh?/??!

Not a big fan of anticipation, would rather go for the kill

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A Master at Work

A ram confronts a duck

Something’s wrong with Philza

Battle of the Lers (Spoiler: Q wins)

Eating some porkchop

Uno.

Potion incident- Holy shit there’s a baby??

Nightmares and New Discoveries

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“Not only do I know you like flowers, I know that you like purple lilacs.” 🪻

[mushiewrites]

Bro, wake up brain is back! This is a Loud Duo one

I imagined Dream asking Quackity to give him some personal Spanish lessons, so he can say more things, work on his accent and pronunciation, ext. It starts out well, both being genuine, Quackity being patient if Dream gets something wrong. Eventually Quackity starts poking fun at the way Dream says certain things as he does a few laps in frustration. At some point he gets tired of it and jumps into older brother mode, walking up behind Quackity, yanking his beanie as far down as he can, and rapid fire poking everywhere he can reach before he blocks it. Back, sides, ribs, neck, ext. His favorite part is his panicked giggles, the questions/attempted bargaining, and his terrified giggles at the teasing he does in his ear that he can't see

okay okay okay ......okay...

the trope of quackity hiding / being stuck with his beanie over his eyes is one of my favorite tropes recently. it's just....so good

the dream team are super quick to pick up things but george is clearly the fastest at learning spanish. quackity agrees to help dream, knowing he is trying his hardest to cram everything he can into his brain but he just.....isn't retaining anything

but he is retaining a lot! he knows enough to tell quackity off in spanish, and he swears that's all he really needs anyway, but quackity isn't having any of it. he's poking dream every time he gets a word wrong. every pronunciation wrong, he gets a poke. any wrong spelling, he gets a poke. whole sentence wrong? quick little spidery tks on his tummy. dream is bright pink and quackity is loving it

eventually though quackity makes the fatal mistake of turning his back to dream, and that's when he lunges forward after the smaller boy. and quackity just lets out this shriek, not understanding why he suddenly couldn't see until his hands felt the soft material of his beanie pulled down to the tip of his nose. he's about to curse dream out (in spanish by the way) when he feels rapid pokes into his sides and ribs, and quackity just loses it

dreams poking all over his torso, even managing to get some pokes under his arms when quackity reaches up to pull at his beanie. dream teases into his ear every so often, commenting about how sensitive quackity was or making a comment about a specific spot he was currently tormenting

he's poking against his back and quackity is pleading now, begging for dream to stop, trying to negotiate with dream like he was in some kind of hostage situation

"Plehehease let mehehe go!! I'll pahahay you!"

"You'll pay me?! Whahahat?!"

"Yehehehes!!! I'll dohoho anything, plehehease!"

but dream just laughs at him and continues the tkling anyways, because he's having fun and quackity deserves it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(it turns out though, the next lesson quackity decides to give him is focused on anatomy, and he decides to introduce the spanish word for "tk" the same lesson.......)

[tobysbliss]

anyone here for some lee wilbur & ler quackity?

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- not kink or nsfw!!

- c! quackity, not cc! quackity

- i am dyslexic!! but i try my best to read through things so they make sense!! lmk if you need something fixed!! /gen

- i (admin) am a minor! so just be careful. i dont want nsfw, or kink being involved. and if you are over the age of 21, just be cautious and know that i am weary of you /nbm/gen

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{ HC'S, Boundaries, Spots, and more! }

(last updated 27/12/23) - boundaries updated, general hcs updated, tk hcs updated!

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{ Boundaries } (important)

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- again, id prefer if 21+ were weary around this blog as i am a minor. but u can interact!!

- ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW OR ADULT CONTENT. THIS IS NOT KINK

- i will absolutely do angst!! either in dms or here i can go however far youd like!!! literally anything i am so down!! i love angst <3

- i am comfy with any character interacting!! even if they have problems!! we can either pretend they didnt happen, or give them a little kiss and make up story!!

- im also okay with ships!! if u and ur guy wanna date quackity, just lmk and we can go over the details!! :D

- pls no feet stuff or bondage. they make me uncomfortable.

- my dms r always open!!! and also please dont rush me on roleplays. i get busy, and ill get to you!! (normally im pretty fast, like a couple days inbetween)

- ill add more if i need to!!!

- please please send your ask. idc what it is. just wanna be haha funny and make jokes?? okay!!! do you wanna just say funny things to quackity?? feel free!! (if theyre not rp asks, i will respond as quackity unless otherwise stated!!)

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{ General HC's }

- short king my beloved <3 (4'10 i have no self control)

- 22 years of age !! :D

- he has small wings on his back! he cannot fly due to silly problems in his childhood (angst?), but he tries to take pride in them! he also has little ones on his ears, and he does what he can to take care of them

- ^^ as these two imply, he is an avian hybrid!! tho ppl call him a joke since his wings are more of a golden color (like a ducks)

- when he gets surprised, he lets out a little quack ^_^ and also will trill like a bird when happy (bc hes an avian)

- quackity is dyslexic! but he does what he can to get past it. he has glasses that he only wears in private to help him read

- goes through depression spikes! he usually does what he can, and hypes himself up for the most part, but he does have some problems emotioanlly and mentally. he would rather die than make it somebody else's problem

- basically a dad to the entirety of las nevadas,, even treats foolish n sam as like, his kids (or more as ppl he takes care of)

- overworker!! mans barely sleeps and struggles to feel like hes done a good job

- to relax, quackity watches kids movies on his ipad and unironically likes cocomelon. (IM SORRY SNFNSBD)

- he also can and will throw a tantrum to get his way even when he can just be carried like a baby

- hides his smoking / nicotine addiction n everyone just pretends they dont know (they feel bad for him)

- sucker for the dumbass "best mom" / "#1 mom" shirts and just owns a ton that he sleeps / lounges in LMAO

- quackity id's as a trans guy! he has also had top surgery! he is on t (injections), and doesnt struggle too bad with dysphoria!

- will call you kid. unless he knows you and knows youre older, his first petname is kid.

- does not like talking ab karl, sapnap, or schlatt. like he'll answer maybe two questions before getting annoyed.

- along with that (unless in another au), schlatt/glatt, karl, and sapnap are all banned from las nevadas

- rubs the back of his neck if he's nervous. one of his tells

- speaking of his tells, his others are wringing his hands together, and placing his hands behind his back. rubbing his hands together happens when hes just trying to talk and getting nervous. and he puts his hands behind his back when he's feeling confident

- is a very good gambler, but when it comes to people he knows well?? hes a horrible liar. cannot lie to those he loves for shit.

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{ Appearence HC's }

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- mans always wears his dumb beanie

- messy black hair

- he switches between a red and white button up shirt!!! his sleeves are always rolled up though

- his hair is also a little longer than shoulder legnth!! sometimes its in a ponytail, but its normally just down and low.

- his hair looks greasy but its!! actually not, its soft and well-maintained

- he also has burn scars littered all over his body from what happened to slime. (he does not take care of them)

- he has a little. tail. that is the same color as the wings on his ears. although he does cover it unless hes around someone he likes/trusts <3

- it is right below his lower back <3 but he prefs it untouched (unless asked). its not made of feathers, but rather the softer part of feathers (idk how to explain it)

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{ TK HC's }

- hes like a switch that leans to the lee side <3

- better with ppl he knows better

- can either b an asshole abt it or v playful (almost dad like coughs)

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{ Ler HC's }

- again, he can b an asshole, but he can also b rlly playful, it depends on who u are

- will wait to go to ur worst spots so he can give a buildup

- mainly gets som1 for fucking with him, or getting them to just smile. or if theyre being an annoying little SHIT

- is GREAT at being a teasy asshole, he loves just fucking around

- he can also be really good at gentle tickles, he'll usually use that for a calm kind of situation, or when someones feeling down

- mans will fuck any1 up with raspberries

- is a petty little bitch and will wait to get revenge

- wont babytalk you but will talk like u arent there

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- finds it silly and cute and he likes it as a bonding activity

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- will talk himself up and then just absolutely die

{ Lee HC's }

- cant fucking stand teasing. at all. this man has a poker face of stone but the second you put your hands on him he cant do shit

- nervous giggler my beloved

- can and will throw a fit if you use his height against him, esp in teases

- unable to take it seriously, absolutely cannot stand any kind of teasing. it all just kills him

- arches his back a lot on instict. which doesnt help if someone wants to target his worst spot

- rubs his eyes when he's flustered

- tries to act big and strong even when down and giggly

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[ Spot HC's ]

- thighs ; 6/10

- ribs ; 6/10

- palms ; 8/10 ; melt spot

- neck ; 8/10 ; melt spot

- lower sides / hips ; 9/10

- the little wing ears ; 11/10 ; he will die . .

- lower back!!!! ; 10/10 ; death spot , ,

- burn scars on his neck ; 10/10 ; fluster spot Augh

- his wings and shoulderblades ; 11/10 ; kill 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.

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     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 )

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

~~~

[fluffallamaful]

Prison Therapy AU (warning: bellybutton tickles):

As things progress, Quackity starts bringing in guests. First up is Sam.

The thing is, Sam’s fucking SCARY. He’s massive, he’s stoic, he’s wearing a gas mask, and Dream has about a year of very bad experiences to give him a list of very good reasons to want to scamper away from the Warden immediately. Not to mention that this is one of the earlier sessions, when Dream’s still not sure how this is going to shake out.

Quackity makes Dream stay in the usual operating table position, flat on his back, while he gives Sam some basic instructions. It’s flustering as all hell because they talk like he’s not there at all, like he can’t hear every word they’re saying, and only acknowledge him when he makes some sort of noise that gets Quackity cooing.

Sam’s not great at this, not at first. He’s way too awkward. But then something clicks and suddenly he’s picking Dream apart like one of his machines. And unlike Quackity, he’s completely silent. He reaches for the tools he needs and uses them expertly, finding just the right ways to get the poor prisoner sobbing before the two of them. Quackity just stops after a while to watch him in fascination.

His favorite part to focus on is Dream’s naval, using very tiny brushes that Quackity’s never touched to get right near the bottom and itch around. One of them is something like a flat comb that he uses to scratch at the fold between the naval walls and the button in the middle. Another is a round little thing that he can turn on, and have half the bristles rotate clockwise and half counterclockwise. He used this along the walls a bit, but he mainly makes the head flat and perpendicular to the handle so that he can press it right against the middle of his button. Once he gets used to using both, he holds the rotating brush still against his button and uses the comb to circle it and get into all the folds. He has to make adjustments to keep the man still for this: he’s so precise about where he wants the bristles to hit that any minute squirms’ll throw him off. The one belt around his waist is turned into one around his hips and one around his ribs and an extra pillow is pushed under his tummy to stretch it taut, rendering that whole area almost completely immobile.

Quackity’s a bit distracted by just watching the man go at first, but eventually he snaps out of it and decides to help. And Sam’s silent but Quackity is not, and his teases are deadly. He sits by his ear and whispers them quietly, asking him what it feels like, if it’s really that bad, nooo it can’t be THAT bad. This isn’t helped by him joining in physically as well. Sam’s preoccupied with that little button, but that just means Quackity has free reign over everything else. He takes advantage of his immobile belly, dragging something like Sam’s rotator but larger all over the taut skin. He mostly focuses on the line right where his sides meet his tummy, which gets him squealing like crazy. At one point he inches it close to the naval where Sam’s working, but Sam tells him that he’s getting in his way in such a bored tone that Dream gets flustered all over again. Mostly Quackity doesn’t do much, though: he just sits there and whispers teases into Dream’s ear, forcing him to focus on exactly what Sam is doing.

Quackity takes pity on him and ends Sam’s reign of tyranny about twenty minutes after it starts, but he has to basically drag him away to get him to finally snap out of it, Dream an absolute sobbing mess at that point. His tummy is all red and his bellybutton — which received the vast majority of the torment — is unbearably sensitive after that. The rest of the session — over two hours, because Sam’s first tactic was so brutal that he had to break after less than one — is very soft. Sam gives him a hug, and Dream dazedly murmurs something about him being fluffy — and even if he goes bright red again after he says it, the damage is done and Sam decides to cuddle him into his tummy fluff. Dream can hear him chuckling, but he’s too out of it to really care.

Quackity let’s them cuddle for a bit, but eventually tells him that he’s got one more thing to show him and has the Warden settle the prisoner’s head in his lap and lay him flat on his back again. Dream whimpers, not really sure what’s coming or how much more he can take.

But then Quackity kisses his tummy and he can’t help but melt.

Sam watches for a while, and then asks to try himself. So they switch positions — Quackity holding Dream in his lap while Sam settled between his legs — and Sam wraps his arms around Dream’s waist and tries to emulate what he saw Quackity doing before. Quackity has to make corrections at first (“Bit firmer, Sam. Bit firmer.” “Try a little further up.”) but eventually Dream is melting into his lap and Sam is, once again, too wrapped up in his work to think about anything else.

Unfortunately for Dream, this soon devolves into lickles, because this technique is just too similar to a creeper hybrid grooming instinct for Sam to resist for long. The position, the repetitive motions, even the reasoning is practically identical. But while creeper hybrids have fur to block the feeling, Dream does not, and Sam’s tongue is scratchy. The feeling of that thing scratching over his sensitive tummy is almost as bad as the brushes from before and soon he’s squealing all over again. (At one point Sam’s tongue gets into his bellybutton, which is still sensitive as all hell from the twenty minutes of tickling it just endured. He may or may not start crying again at that.)

Quackity takes over again soon after: watching Sam torture Dream like this is fun and all, but Dream’s already at his limit. He forces Sam to stop and takes his spot, rubbing out the ghost tickles and replacing them with gentle kisses in order to lure an exhausted Dream into a slumber. While he’s doing this, Sam instinctively starts to groom Dream again — but it turns out that the feeling of his tongue on Dream’s head is much, much more relaxing for the prisoner, and he falls asleep quickly.

And now that Sam knows what to do, Dream gets a lot more than just one session a day. >:)

fzgyxyss SOUP!!! soup 😭 soup the desTrOyer! i cannot even begin to explain how incredible your detail in this asssskkkk issss😖you’re going to melt the tummies of so many 🥺

(llamas discussion — despite the ask barely needing it — is below)

🦙🦙🦙…

ok so first of the way you described sam is unbelievably epic. i feckin love it when lers get into a trance. it’s such a cute trope especially for lees that are incredibly embarrassed by hearing their own laugh 🤌🏼 and your quote about sam “picking dream apart like one of his machines” is so epic, and so very warden sam. it just makes so much sense, and i adore that quackity just stares at him in awe for a bit

the little rotator 🫠 and the way he uses it with the comb oh my heckin god. like he’s not even listening to dream’s babbles or quackity’s impressed comments, he just stares intently at dream’s tummy and the tooled in his hands,, making sure he covers all walls of the button :(

and then as if dream didn’t already have enough on his plate,, quackity starts to tease him from beside his head. like tracing little shapes into dream’s upper ribs, armpits and arms, and pointing out each noise and change in dream’s laughter. every move and sound that dream makes is analysed and reported back to him, along with every move that sam makes to chase said reactions. like i can imagine “Ohh your laugh changed again! Did Sam find another spot? You better hold still so he find find it again. He is going to find it after all.”

i can imagine that between the teases and the unbelievably specific tickles on his worst spot, dream’s mind would be quick to short circuit and simply submit to the tickles. like he barely fights back or speaks, just cackles his heart out and rides the electrifying high that comes with being tickled and teased silly :)

and then the TUMMY KISSES AFTER CARE. AHHHHHHHHHHH MY HEART 😭😭 and his little whimper about sam being fluffy when he’s pulls into his tummy as well 😭

the idea of his reaction to tummy kisses while his belly is already sensitive kills me. liek it’s still quivering with residual giggles, still bright pink from his blush and a deep red in his naval :( kinda love the idea that the kisses make him blush and melt so much that his tummy ends up all being the same shade of red anyway

and then sam giving him lickles just out of instinct 😭 and dream’s jumbled panicked pleas tumbling out of him a in slurred cackled stream ☹️ poor babbbyyyyyy 😣 the idea of quackity then requesting them to switch again and coaxing dream to fall asleep to more tummy kisses, while sam groom’s his hair is just- 🫠 like my heckin god it’s all so adorable SOUP 😭

—> Edit: my god i also completely forgot to mention the pillow under the back as well like omfg i LOVE that position for tummy tickles especially for scratchy tummy tickles. like the lee can’t rock or move and their tummy is just so much more exposed and helpless and AH!! i just adore so much

🦙🦙🦙…

[wishitweresummer]

I keep coming back to this one, it has a hold on me. I love how you write so muchhh. Thank you thank you for this.

Nibbles

It's still early days of Quackity being added to the relationship of Karl and Sapnap. Karl is weak to nibbles. These two points aren't related, but this discovery might just be what Quackity needs to get over his anxiety about their relationship.

This thing was almost deleted so many times but I pushed on. I've had this idea for a while but I got a prompt for lee!Karl and used it as the excuse to finally write it.

You do not know how hard it was to not make the ending sad. I had the sad scene all written out but I deleted it last minute.

The concept of being loved was an alien one to Quackity. He never had good track record with his choices in love. His past relationships were impulses. For power or just on a whim that someone attractive liked him.

With Karl and Sapnap it was nothing like that. They were attractive, of course, and they thought the same of him, but they still wanted him even when he woke up from his groggy sleep and looked the definition of a mess. Even when his hair was a mess, face unwashed, they kissed and showered him with affection. They wanted to spend time with him just to spend time with him. Quackity had never felt such love before. He felt warm and safe.

Happy.

“QUACKITY!”

His golden wings flared up in panic. Whatever Quackity was doing was dropped, quite literally, and he bolted up the stairs to the scream.

It was Karl’s scream. Full of panic and desperation. Quackity didn’t question anymore and ran to help his love.

He heard another squeal when he reached the top of the stairs, coming from down the hall. Quackity prepared himself for the worst and sprinted down the hall.

He turned the corner and…came to a sight he least expected.

Karl was on the ground, laying on his front and trying, in vain, to crawl away. Instead of some beast or monster attacking him though, it was his fiancé Sapnap. He lay over Karl’s back, though not entirely covering it. His head was at Karl’s lower back as Karl’s sweater was raised up and he was…biting him?

“Q-Quahahackity! Hehehelp!” Karl squealed as Sapnap moved to his sides.

“What is happening?” The adrenalin was slowly fading now. Quackity’s wings calmed and unruffled.

“Hehehe’s attahahahacking mehehe!” Karl tittered. Yet despite his squealing he didn’t look in pain. He was…laughing?

“Excuse you!” Sapnap pulled his head up. Offence in his voice. “I am showing you love the way my people do!”

“Yohou liar!” Karl’s voice calmed with Sapnap’s head off him. “Blaze dohon’t even have mouths!”

Sapnap gasped. “How rude!” And he lowered his head again, making Karl fall back into his cackles and squealing.

“NOHOHO! Nohohot thehehehere! Sahahahappy! Plehehehease!”

“Aww, you called me Sappy~ That’s only going to make me nibble you more!”

“NOHOHOHO!!!”

“Nibble?” Quackity was so transfixed to the scene before him he almost forgot he could speak. His words came out in a breath.

Sapnap looked up, his wide grin showing his array of fangs. “Karl is weak to nibbles, dude. He turns into a giggling mess.”

“Giggling…?” Quackity repeated with some uncertainty before the pieces clicked into place. “Oh. You’re tickling him.”

“Yep.” Sapnap confirmed, popping the ‘p’ of the ‘yep’. “He’s just such a cute tickly giggly boy.” Sapnap lowered his head again, pressing his lips along Karl’s spine. He nibbled up and down the bone as Karl fell back into giggles.

“Q-Quahakihihity hehehelp! S-Stohohop hihihihim!”

“No, dude, help me!” Sapnap offered instead. He sat up but his hand pressed down on Karl’s back to keep him down. “Help me turn him over, and I’ll show you how he laughs when his tummy get some nibbles.”

“NO!” Karl shuffled, attempting to get away. “D-Dohohon’t. Sapnap! N-Not my t-tummy…”

Sapnap skittered his fingers along Karl’s lower back, which seemed to work well in keeping him down but also making him wiggle. His high pitched giggling reached Quackity’s ears, probably being the most sweetest thing he’s ever heard.

He’s made up his mind even before he spoke. “I’ll help.”

“Atta boy!”

“Nohohohoho…”

With Quackity now helping, the two managed to turn Karl over with little trouble. He tried to escape, wriggling and kicking his legs but Quackity had a hold of his wrists, lying the curly haired brunette over his chest, while Sapnap sat over his legs, stopping the kicking limbs.

“N-No! Quahackity please! D-Don’t let him!” Karl turned his head, making his best puppy-dog eyes and pleading to his love.

Quackity felt a seed of doubt crack in his heart. He must have shown it in his expression because Sapnap spoke up then.

“Don’t be fooled, Big Q. He loves this.” Sapnap skittered over Karl’s lower belly, turning the colourful boy into a giggly mess again.

“N-Nohohoho! Lihihiahahar!”

“Oh? But if you didn’t like it, you’d be saying ‘rewind’.”

Karl had no retort for that. His face turned bright red, and he turned his head, hiding in his arm.

“Rewind…?” Quackity repeated.

“It’s his safeword. If he really wanted this to stop he just has to say that word and it’s all over.” Sapnap’s fingers stilled, keeping his palm over Karl’s stomach but it was unmoving. His voice was genuine now, losing it’s teasing lilt. “Do you want to say it?”

Quackity could see the answer, even with Karl’s face turned away from him. His ears and neck were red. He whined in the hiding spot of his arm before Quackity moved it away from him. Without a place to hide he was forced to answer, shaking his head to Sapnap’s question.

“Perfect. Then we can show Quackity how much you love tummy nibbles.”

Karl’s whine turned into his laughter when Sapnap lowered his head and nibbled over the side of Karl’s stomach. He pulled back and went to new spot, nibbling just under Karl’s bellybutton and his laughter squeaked. He arched his back, bucking his hips but Sapnap was experienced with this. He held down Karl’s legs and followed his wriggling movements with careful precision. That was clearly a regular occurrence between them.

“N-NO! Sahahappy! PLEASE! Nohohohot the nihihihibbling! Nohohot thehehehere! NO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

Sapnap nibbled along the edge of Karl’s bellybutton and Quackity watched over Karl’s shoulder, transfixed to the scene. Sapnap’s fangs worked with care, laying just the right pressure to work Karl into a frenzy. And what a frenzy it was. While his ruffled hair held no real style or shape before, it was a mess of loose and undone curls now. His face was red, blushing all the way down to his neck and on the tips of his ears. He twisted and turned his head, trying to hide anywhere he could but Quackity wouldn’t let him. He kept hold of Karl’s wrists, holding his arms out and making sure Karl had nowhere to hide his adorable blushing face.

Quackity’s heart flooded with a warm and fuzzy feeling. He was allowed to see this soft side of Karl and Sapnap. He was allowed to watch and enjoy this moment. He was allowed to be in this moment.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish, Karl.” Quackity pressed close to his ear. “How have I never found this out?”

“Nohohoho…” Karl tried to scrunch up his shoulders, blocking his ear from Quackity’s teasing. “I’m n-noho-OHOHOHOT!” Sapnap moved to Karl’s side, making him squeal. “PLEHEHEHEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!”

“Aww, don’t lie to Quackity.” Sapnap cooed. He pulled back just slightly to give Karl a break, but it was hard to tell with how giggly Karl was. “You’re the most ticklish person I know.”

Karl giggled, even though Sapnap’s hands on him were still.  He kept his fangs off him but his face was still so close to Karl’s belly. Even a hard breath made his stomach jump and quiver. The blaze-hybrid pressed a kiss over his stomach and Karl erupted into laughter again.

Quackity was fascinated by the discovery. He knew Karl was ticklish. He’d seen Sapnap poke at his sides or squeeze his knees a few times but he didn’t realise how sensitive he really was; and to nibbling of all things. But then, Quackity thought, Karl was weak to intimate touch. He was affectionate, especially to his loves, and even one small kiss could make him melt into his love and beg for more cuddles and kisses. The more Quackity thought about it, the more obvious it seemed that nibbling would be most effective on Karl.

Sapnap snapped his fingers in front of Quackity’s eyes, drawing him back into the moment. He shook himself out of his thoughts, focusing again to Sapnap who was grinning at him.

“You wanna help me get his ribs?”

A tingle ran up Quackity’s spine. Something similar must have happened to Karl because he shivered as well.

“His ribs?” Quackity repeated, though he had heard Sapnap clearly. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the idea of not just watching, but joining in.

“Yeah. He’s got two sides of them and I could never give them the proper attention before.” Sapnap grinned, drawing out another giggle from Karl.

“P-Plehehease, Sahapnahap! I-I cahan’t hahahandle bohoth of yohou!”

“Of course you can! Plus, you don’t want Quackity to miss out, do you?” Sapnap teased, his voice deliberately taking on a meeker tone. He pouted his lower lip out but he couldn’t hide his smile. “I’m sure he’d love to make you laugh.”

Karl murmured something, shuffling back slightly to turn his head into Quackity’s neck. Quackity smiled. “What was that?” He made his voice soft and quiet.

“Hehe’s unfahair…” Karl giggled.

Quackity’s chest filled with love. He rearranged his hands on Karl’s wrists to hold his hands instead. Feeling Karl hold onto him so tightly made his heart melt. “Do you want to stop now, mi amor?”

Karl pursed his lips, holding back another whine in his throat. Quackity’s voice held no judgement or disappointment, and when he looked to Sapnap the cocky smile was replaced by a softer one. There would be no judgement if he stopped now. As much fun as they were having, Karl’s comfort still came first. That realisation must have made him crazy, because he slowly shook his head to Quackity’s question. “Noho…”

Quackity smiled. “You sure?”

“Yehes…” Karl nodded. “J-Just doho ihit!”

Quackity let go of Karl’s hands as Sapnap climbed off his legs. He didn’t try to escape. Instead he slipped down to the floor, trying to melt into the wooden floorboards as Quackity shuffled down to his left side and Sapnap moved to his right.

“Do I need to keep your hands out the way, or can you hold them up?” Sapnap asked.

“I-I can try…” Karl’s voice tittered, not yet laughing but the anticipation of what was to come set him off.

Karl’s sweater was already hiked up from Sapnap’s attack but the blaze-hybrid pulled the sweater up further, showing off Karl’s ribs and the skin jumping. When Karl stretched his arms up above his head it pulled it up further.

“You ready?” Sapnap breathed over Karl’s ribs, making him jump.

“Y-Yehehes…”

Sapnap and Quackity shared a look between them before Sapnap dove in, nibbling over Karl’s lower ribs and slowly moving up. Quackity moved with more hesitation. He didn’t know the right pressure or tactic so he kept his touch as light as he could, nibbling over the bones and scrapping his fangs down Karl’s skin.

Karl laughed again. Squealing into hysterics almost. “NOHOHOHO!!! I-IT TIHIHI- Q-Quahahackity! Th-Thahahahat tihihihicklehehehes sohohoho muhuhuch!”

With sudden praise to his technique, Quackity grinned and pressed in, nibbling over Karl’s lower ribs and following Sapnap’s example of moving up.

Karl squealed with his laughter. His arms came down, but instead of pushing his ticklers off, he folded his arms over his face, only his wide grin showing. He arched his back, wriggling between Sapnap and Quackity as he tried to get away from the tickles on both sides. However, wriggling to one side just put him at the mercy of the other tickler, and moving to get away from them just made the same problem on his other side.

“Q-Quahahackity! S-SAHAHAPNAHAHAP! I-Ihihit tihihihickles! P-Pleheheahahase! I-Ihihihi’m tohohohoo tihihihicklihihish!”

“Oh, you’re ticklish…” Quackity put on a mock surprised voice. “I would have never known!”

“S-Stohohop tehehehasing!” Karl giggled, and jumped when Sapnap started skittering his fingers over his lower belly. “S-Sahahap!”

“I think its about time we finish off with your favourite thing ever.” Sapnap had decided and Karl’s face paled.

“N-Nohoho! Sahapnahap! Nohot thahahat! A-Anythihing but thahat!”

“Oh?” Quackity pulled back from Karl’s ribs. “His favourite thing ever?”

“Yeah!” Sapnap grinned. “He loves ending his nibbles with raspberries.”

“Nohoho! Yohou love it!”

“And now with both of us, we can get both sides of his ribs!”  Sapnap’s voice went high with excitement as Karl fell back into giggles, muffling ‘noooo’ while he hid his face in the arms of his sweater.

Quackity felt mean for wanting to try it out. He gave a look to Karl, who still had not said his safeword and he hadn’t once pushed either of them away. Even as Sapnap leaned in and pressed a kiss over his ribs, a clear warning for what was to come, he only flinched and giggled.

Perhaps Karl liked the idea of raspberries more than he let on.

Silently, and using Karl’s covered vision, Sapnap motioned down to Karl’s ribs and Quackity followed his lead. As quietly as possible, Quackity watched Sapnap take in a silent breath before blowing a long raspberry over Karl’s ribs.

Karl shrieked. “SAHAHAHAHAPNAHAHAHAHAHP!!! NOHOHOHO!!!”

Quackity didn’t give him time to calm down, for as soon as Sapnap took his lips off, Quackity pressed in and blew a raspberry on Karl’s other side.

“QUAHAHAHAHACKIHIHIHIHITY!!!”

The two formed a rhythm in silence. When one stopped the other came in and blew a raspberry, making Karl jump and wince from side to side. It fell apart from there, dissolving into nibbles and raspberries up and down Karl’s sides. When Quackity blew a raspberry down close to Karl’s hip, he squealed.

“OKAHAHAHAY!!! ENOHOHOHOUGH!!! R-REWIHIHIHIND!!!”

Both men stopped, Sapnap rubbing soothing circles into Karl’s side and Quackity moved up to pet over Karl’s hair. He whimpered, cuddling into Quackity who was happy to shower him with attention.

“Nothing better than Karl’s ribs.” Sapnap chuckled, patting over Karl’s side. “You alive?” He asked, shuffling up to come to level with his loves.

“B-Baharely…” Karl giggled, snuggling over to Sapnap. “Thihis floor is uncomfy.”

“Right.” Sapnap agreed. “To the bedroom.”

Quackity picked himself up as Sapnap picked up Karl. He practically melted into Sapnap arms, cuddling in while the three of them moved to the bedroom. Quackity climbed over the bed while Karl was practically dropped on his lap.

“Blankets.” Sapnap said quickly and left the room, leaving Karl to get comfortable over Quackity’s lap.

“I told him to keep them in here…” Karl’s voice was slow and his voice was nearly hoarse. He was nearly falling asleep, melting onto the bed but cuddling into Quackity’s side.

“I’ll get you some water.” Quackity excused himself, but he was suddenly stopped as Karl latched himself around his waist.

“Noooo… Stay~” Karl pouted and his voice was so sweet that it stopped Quackity.

“Your voice will be fucked though.” Quackity tried to reason but he settled back down as Karl cuddled in beside him.

Karl made grabby hands over Quackity and he knew he was stuck. “I’m used to this. Sapnap likes to attack me whenever he gets into one of his ler moods. It’s a regular occurrence.” He smiled. “Though I’ve never been attacked by two.”

Quackity felt a pang of guilt in his chest. “You’re okay, right? I can get you water, or anything.”

“I want cuddles.” Karl had a way of softly demanding, which Sapnap and Quackity were weak to. But he must have noticed something in Quackity’s tone, or expression, as his smile fell to a concerned look. “Are you alright?”

Quackity felt his face flush with self-consciousness. “I’m still…new to this sort of relationship.”

Karl frowned in thought. “What sort? Poly?”

“No…well, I mean yes, that too but…more like…a loving relationship.”

Karl’s face seemed heartbroken and Quackity had wished he never said anything. “Nevermind! I’ll go get you water.” He moved himself up from the bed. “Sapnap maybe needs help with getting blankets. I’ll ge-”

He was pulled back onto the bed. Karl wrapped his arms around him again, but it was a firmer hug this time. Instead of Karl cuddling into his side, he was pulled into Karl’s chest.

Karl’s fingers carded through his hair, settling him down and melting the tension in his shoulders.

“You never had moments like this before? Not with-”

“Don’t! Don’t say his name. Please.” Quackity’s hand tightened on Karl’s arm. “I don’t want to think of him during these times.”

Karl winced. “Sorry…” He mumbled, the hurt in his voice made Quackity snap back to the moment.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just hate thinking about…well. I’m lucky I’m here now.”

“We’re lucky you’re here.” Karl quickly added. He pet over Quackity’s hair. “If you don’t wanna talk about before, or stuff like that, we won’t. But we want you to feel safe here, with us.” He pressed a kiss over Quackity’s hair. “We want you to know you’re loved.”

Quackity felt his face turn red and he buried himself into Karl’s neck to hide it. That set Karl off into new giggles, trying to hunch his neck but it was impossible to dislodge the winged hybrid from his spot.

“Q-Quahahackihihity!”

“No more tickling, guys.”

Sapnap returned with an arm full of blankets, dropping it over the bed before sorting it out and then climbing in himself. “Now is the time for naps, not tickling.”

“Alright, Mr Sapnap. Keeper of tickle-time.” Karl mocked as Sapnap settled in behind him. His chest pressed up against Karl’s back, while Quackity was still cuddled into his chest. He did try to pull back out of Karl’s hold, but Karl’s arms were surprisingly strong and the scratching over his scalp was making him disarming him.

“You should worry now that Quackity is here, Sap. It was hard to get you back before but when I convince him to team up on you, you’re in trouble.”

“Oh, I’m shaking.” Sapnap’s voice didn’t sound scared at all, but then Karl’s threat was hard to take serious when he was giggling afterwards.

They settled down between the blankets, ready for a nap. Quackity felt a bit of restlessness in his bones, left over from his anxiety but he lay with them regardless. As he settled he could feel another hand over his neck. He looked down and saw Sapnap slipped an arm under Karl, reaching for Quackity and giving soft scratches to his neck.

A trill of joy rose in Quackity’s chest and he swallowed it down. He could feel his instinct trying to chirp and his feathers fluffed up with affection, but he wasn’t ready to show that side of himself yet. He wasn’t ready to be that soft with them yet.

Instead he settled into the head pats and the neck scratches, and he fell in to sleep.

Quackity felt warm, safe and happy. But most of all, he felt loved.