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"See, it's hard keeping your arms up, isn't it?" Wilbur playfully taunted. He adjusted his grip on Tubbo's wrists. "I have to do it for you, huh?"

Tubbo glared at him, nervously fidgeting as Wilbur teased his nose with a feather. The older danced the feather on Tubbo's neck, causing the half-ram to squirm in his lap. He tugged at his wrists, but Wilbur's grip was firm.

"Pfft- aha!" Tubbo bit the bottom of his lip, barely managing to catch and swallow his giggles as Wilbur shifted the feather down to his collarbone. "Mmph!"

"You got something to say?" teased Wilbur, bringing the feather closer to Tubbo's jawline.

"G-Go fuhuck youhurself," Tubbo grumbled.

"That's not very nice," remarked Wilbur, letting the tip of the feather swirl onto Tubbo's chin and nape. The boy tittered softly. To Wilbur's amusement, he turned his head towards the feather. "Are you enjoying this~?"

"N-No! Ihi'm n-nohohot!" His frantic protests, cherry-red cheeks, and embarrassed smile told a different story.

"I think you're lying Tubbo~"

"Ihihi'm not- EEP!" Tubbo squealed as Wil ran the feather along his jawline. "Aha-! G-Go ahahwahay!" He blew on the feather in an attempt to make it stop. "I'm nohot lyhying..."

"Mhmm. Sure." Wilbur pulled the feather away, smirking slightly as he noticed the disappointed look on the half-ram's face. "You're pretty bad at lying, y'know. You shouldn't gamble with cards; you'll lose every chip."

"I am literally the best at lying," retorted Tubbo, his ego wounded. "Do you know how many times I've lied before? I'm amazing at it."

Wil raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. He tossed the feather aside and began poking at Tubbo's ribs, causing him to squawk and softly giggle, though he leaned into the touch rather than flinching away.

After a moment of thought, the older stopped his gentle pokes and moved his hand to the hem of Tubbo's shirt. He cast Tubbo a questioning look and gently tugged on the shirt.

"...G-Go ahead..." Tubbo mumbled, blushing beet-red.

""Go ahead", huh?" echoed Wilbur, sliding his shirt up. "Alright, Mr. I-don't-like-being-tickled."

"Sh-Shuhut up!" Tubbo tried to say more, but he quickly shut his mouth when Wilbur swirled a finger around his navel. "Ack! Ahaha! Wihihihilbuhur!"

"What?" innocently asked Wil. "Is something wrong?"

"Dohohon't do thahat!" yelped Tubbo. His laughter increased as Wilbur scratched at the bones of his lower ribs. "Wihihilbuhur! Stahahap ihit!"

"You're so sensitive," cooed Wilbur. "I'm barely even doing anything and you're already falling apart~"

"W-Wehell ihihit tihickles!"

"Does it? I didn't notice." Wilbur pulled his hands away. "I'll stop if you want."

"Wait, what?" spluttered Tubbo. "D-Don't stop!" His eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. "Uh, I-I mean..."

"You're such a cute little liar, Tubbo~"

Tubbo flushed, his face getting a vibrant shade of scarlet.

"I-I'm not... I'm not a-a liar," he stammered. Wilbur smirked and slipped a hand further up Tubbo's shirt to gently squeeze at his ribcage. The half-ram whined and tried to bury his heads in his hands before Wilbur caught them and brought them back above his head.

"Arms up~" Wilbur seemed waaaaay too gleeful reminding Tubbo to do so. "Remember? Dadza puts rules in the house for a reason, so it's important to learn to listen and follow rules~"

"I hahahate you."

"Yeah?"

"Y-Yeah..."

Wilbur grinned, an evil idea forming in his head.

"AHAHA- FUHUHUHUCK! WAHAHAIT! HOHOHOLD OHON A MIHIHINUTE! WIHIHIHILBUHUR! WAIT!"

"Arms up, Tubbo~"

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Note: For that other anon that sent in a prompt, yes I'm also working on that, do not worry, I'm just having a lil' bit of writer's block rn ᜊࡇᜊ