#ler!dark

i cant remember how to spell some and I apologize for it.

No thats okay, I know who you mean 😁

Have a tickle fight with: Unus!!

Be tickle attacked by: Wilford!

Intro: Hi there! I’ve been dealing with finals and so I haven’t done much when it comes to writing or interacting with people. Recently I just had a strong feeling to want to write some fluffy gentle tickles, and then that maybe the Host would be a good character for this. I always imagined him to have a kind of toughness, as if he had a bad past, I mean the man wears a bloody blindfold/cloth over his eyes. So I figured with that, he would be much more sensitive (and possibly enjoy, wink wink) gentle tickles.

           Thought process: Again, with the whole Host and gentle tickles. For some reason I had a thought that maybe he secretly enjoys it and that in his spare time somehow would do it to himself. One was dragging a feather around on his spots and just giggling away. However, with what I had in mind wouldn’t work. Another one was him using his own narrative powers to tickle himself with; however with that once he starts giggling he wouldn’t be able to make a clear sentence for tickles to continue (and I would have had Dark come in and save him since with celine’s powers, he may have a small fraction of narrative powers, nothing big like controlling someone, but enough to describe feeling). So then I was thinking that maybe, Host can use his narrative powers on the feather, so as he drags it across himself it feels like someone else is tickling him so his nerves don’t expect it’s actually their own user. Now at this point it was to come two paths. I could have it so the feather “malfunctions” and tickle attacks the Host, or a character walk in on Host and then a fluffy story with that. I eventually chose the latter, but now I do have an idea for the former. I figured telling my thought process could help other people with writer’s block take an idea and start there. And with that, onto the story!

Word Count: 1973

           It had been a pretty calm day for the Host. Nothing too exciting was going on. He currently had been strolling around the library pondering at the vast amounts of literature displayed on the shelves. He had been feeling off lately, the feeling being very familiar to him. You see there was a reason the Host hanged out in the library when he had this feeling. It was a very personal space as not many come to visit the library.

A Christmas fic! A HUGE thank you to @thetickleeraven to finish this up for me!! I neeeever would have had this dont if it wasnt for them, so thanks again!!! Anyway, yup, christmas ego fic!

Warning; Darkstache and tickle fluff!

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It was a tradition recently started. The Septic egos and the Ipliers would have Christmas together. For the most part, it was a lot of fun! The gift exchanges usually went well and it was a good time to talk with the others.

Anti, Will, and Dark were seated on the floor by the Christmas tree, talking and catching up. Anti slid a gift to Will, chuckling softly. Will didn’t hesitate in opening the brightly wrapped gift.

Inside was a black box, and inside that black box, rest a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.

Will glanced up at Anti, who had at this point, nearly died laughing. It wasn’t long before Will joined him; even Dark was forcing back a smile.

“Veeeery funny, Glitchy!” Will chuckled, picking up the gift. “I get it, you know me so well~”

“I sure do, Bubblegum~!” Anti teased, tossing the key he had taken earlier between his hands. Dark sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose to hide his amused grin. Will locked the open handcuffs around his wrist, smirking as Anti started giggling again.

“Any takers~?” He purred, leaning against Dark. Dark’s face tinted blue a bit, though he shook it off almost immediatly. Dark grinned, turning towards Will and taking his hands. A few nearby egos ‘ooh'ed at the turn of events. Will chuckled, hooking his arms around Dark’s waist so that they were basically stuck together. Dark rest his hands on Will’s sides as he pulled the other into a gentle kiss.

Anti ‘ew'ed jokingly, like a child seeing their parents kiss. But Will and Dark ignored him, to caught up in the moment. Well, Will was.

Dark, however, developed an idea. Wilford was handcuffed, completely vulnerable, right in front of him. It was too perfect an opportunity.

Dark’s hands found their way to Will’s sides as his fingers began kneading into the soft flesh. Dark couldn’t help his grin as Wilford recoiled before bursting into silly giggles.

“Dahahark! W-Whahat the Hehehell?!” The pink-haired ego squealed at the feeling of wiggling fingers. He couldn’t pull himself away, his handcuffs were looped around the one tickling him! Everytime he jumped back Dark came with him.

“I know you love being tickled, but you don’t have to keep pulling me closer, Will.” Dark snickered as his fingers danced beneath his boyfriend’s shirt, squeezing and poking at every scrap of skin they found.

“Oh mahahan, thihis is priceless!” Anti laughed as he jingled the key in the air. “There’s no escape for poor Wilfy~”

“Gihihimme thehe kehehey!” Will laughed and squealed as Dark nuzzled his neck, letting his prickly stubble scratch over the ticklish skin.

“Nah, this is way more entertaining.” Anti sneered, spinning the key chain on his index finger.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” Will squealed as Dark’s fingers began making their way down to his hips. “DAHARK NO STOHOHOHOP!” Dark grinned wickedly at Will’s hysterical laughter and wild thrashing that only served to bring Dark closer.

“You shouldn’t have been so careless around the tickle monster, Will~ Now he’s gonna get you!” With that, he dug his fingers into those ever so sensitive hollows.

“FUCK PLEHEHEHEASE! PFFTAHAHAHA!” Wilford bucked and shrieked in full belly laughter, his thrashing pulling Dark so close he was chest-to-chest with him. Dark didn’t mind, it meant he got to see that adorable smile and those pink cheeks up close.

“Please what? Tease you some more about how helpless and ticklish you are? Because I could definitely do that. Cootchie coo”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Will quickly brought his hands up to cover his burning red face. At least he tried. Since they were still handcuffed to Dark, as soon as his hands shot towards his face, they only managed to push Dark’s face into Will’s. Thus, bringing the two in for another kiss, only this time with more laughter.

“Oh come on you guys, we get it, you’re in love.” Anti mockingly gagged as Dark stopped his tickling to enjoy a calmer kiss.

I kinda feel like Dark is a stoic lil bitch but when certain people *cough* wilford *cough* annoy him ceaselessly he can’t ignore them anymore and they’re fucking IN FOR IT! Prepare for intense teasing whoo boi

‘Whatcha readin?’

Dark sighed. A long sigh, a sigh that had not been his first today and he figured it would not be his last on this particular day. He had the privilege of being in the company of Wilford who was giving himself a day off from his ever so busy schedule, Dark was overjoyed that he got to spend time with the bombastic gentleman. Not. Especially since this was the fourth time Wilford had asked this particular question.

‘As I said the previous times you asked, I am reading Catcher in the Rye.’

Wilford mumbled oh quietly, but don’t let his quiet voice fool you because he was very much in an energetic mood. Dark was sitting on the couch they had whilst Wilford was sprawled across the remaining space, one leg hanging over the back of the couch whilst the other lay limp over the opposite arm. He was currently throwing one of the cushions up in the air and catching it in a constant cycle, occasionally humming or making up little tunes to fill the silence. All of which Dark was obviously grateful for.

‘Isn’t there somewhere else you could be, someone else you could spend time with?’

Dark muttered through fractionally gritted teeth, using all his willpower to focus on the text before him; despite the futility of this being clear.

‘Nah, everyone else is busy. Besides-’

Dark grunted as Wilford shifted and rested his head on his thigh, brown and energetic eyes looking up at him as he grinned.

‘I’m comfy where I am thanks.’

‘Good for you.’

Dark exhaled, but as he tried to continue reading he couldn’t focus with Wilford still staring at him. As well as the fact that the man beneath him was constantly fidgeting and squirming and MOVING with a restlessness that made Dark want nothing more than to strangle him. But he resisted. He snapped his book shut and set it aside before glaring at Wilford pointedly.

‘What. Do. You. Want?’

He snarled when Wilford gave him a faked innocent expression.

'I don’t know what you mean-’

'Wilford you are being pointedly annoying, is there anything I can do to make you leave me in peace?’

Wilford pouted, sticking out his bottom lip childishly but Dark could see the corners of his lips twitching as the moustached man fought back a smile.

'Don’t you want me around Darky?’

Dark flicked Wilford’s bottom lip sharply, the latter grumbled and dropped his facade as he smirked at how he was irritating Dark more and more. He never tired of riling him up, it was one of his official hobbies. Dark scowled.

'It’s Dark. Why can’t you get rid of your energy somewhere AWAY from me?’

'But that would take all the fun out of it!’

Dark’s eyes flicked to black as he shoved Wilford’s shoulder harshly before eliciting a sharp poke to the man’s exposed side, hoping that Wilford would make a sordid reply and saunter away. What he didn’t expect was the small, surprised yip that Wilford made as well as his eyes widening momentarily.

'Wilford…what the hell was that?’

For a moment he was utterly confused, why did Wilford look so worried because of a poke in the s-oh. Dark didn’t bother repressing a gleeful smirk as he raised an eyebrow at Wilford, who had gulped and paled noticeably.

'Oh…’

'N-now Dark, let’s not be too hasty.’

Dark chuckled melodously at his nerves, he grinned and bared his teeth like a predator as he spoke.

'I think I’ve thought of a way to burn out your energy-’

Without warning he grabbed Wilford’s shoulders and pulled him so that Wilford was lying across him fully, stretched and vulnerable. Dark hummed with satisfaction at Wilford’s panicked yelp and light struggles, Dark looked at Wilford’s flailing arms.

'Well we can’t have that can we?’

With a flick of his wrist Wilford’s arms were wrenched and held by Dark’s aura above his head, Wilford could only look up at his captor as he tried to mask his fear. Dark himself sighed and rested his steepled hands atop Wilford’s stomach, the owner of which flinched involuntarily.

'You seem jumpy Wilford, is there a particular reason for that?’

Dark cocked his head as Wilford shook his head rapidly and spoke almost twice as quickly, no matter how pointless it was at this point.

'Look Dark, buddy, there’s no need for this! You made your point, I-I’ll leave ya alone if ya want-’

’Oh Wilford, my dear Wilford…’

Wilford’s eyes widened when Dark unsteepled his fingers and rested them on his sides. Dark smirked.

'You’re too late.’

His movements were light, teasing and experimental as he dragged his fingertips up and down Wilford’s sides. Dark watched like a hawk as Wilford bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut, no noise came from him…yet. Dark hardened his touch and started scribbling and spidering over Wilford’s taut shirt, and smiled in triumph when Wilford burst into a stream of giggles.

'Dahahahahahark stahahahappit!’

Wilford tried to speak in a demanding tone, but the high pitch that his giggling possessed meant his words didn’t really have the desired effect.

'Why? Ohh, is it because you have sensitive sides? Are they, oh what’s the word…?’

Dark pretended to ponder as he scratched over Wilford’s tummy which was shaking with new cackling and needy gasps for oxygen. Dark pretended to gasp in realisation as he looked down at his victim.

'Ticklish! That’s it!’

He relished in Wilford’s flinch as he dug in to his abdominal muscles causing yelps and deep laughter from Wilford, who was tossing and turning his head in response to the torturous sensations.

'SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUP!’

Dark laughed loudly, he was beginning to enjoy this. His eyes glittered.

'Aww, is someone embarrassed about being ticklish, hm?’

Wilford continuous laughter and rouging cheeks answered that query for him as Dark kneaded his stomach, squeezing and pinching the shaking muscles as tears rolled down Wilford’s cheeks. The moustached man tossed and squirmed in vain, all he could think about were Dark’s hands and how skillfully they broke him.

'DAHAHAHAHAHARK PLEHEHEHEHEASE!’

Dark cackled as he dug harshly into Wilford’s sides with a sharp sneer.

'Begging already? I expected so much better…’

Dark jumped when Wilford squealed loudly, seemingly for no reason, he looked down and raised his eyebrows when he saw his fingertips lightly resting on Wilford’s hips. He smiled with teasing lightness at Wilford who’d already begun to shake his head, a nervous grin in place.

'What have we here…?’

Dark experimentally trailed round and over, Wilford’s protruding hip bones and smirked when the owner bucked and giggled ceaselessly.

'Nohohohohothihihing!’

'Is that so? You seem to be giggling quite a lot at nothing?’

Dark grinned malevolently as he massaged the bones, and Wilford’s giggles switched to snorts and desperate cackles.

'PLEHEHEHEHEASE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!’

Dark chuckled with a malevolence that sent chills down Wilford’s spine, Dark leant over slightly so that his face filled Wilford’s vision; he felt a surge of glee at the desperation brewing in Wilford’s eyes.

'I can’t help it if you’re too ticklish for your own good!’

Dark snarled and dug into Wilford’s hips, vibrating his thumbs at an impossible speed. Wilford’s eyes widened as he elicited a shrill scream before laughing loud and desperately, squeals integrated themselves as he writhed like a tortured beast at Dark’s touch. Dark was slightly in awe at his reaction, and all from a simple touch.

'NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!!’

Dark couldn’t help his strong smirk at Wilford’s predicament.

'Is it maddening? To be taken down by a little tickling, to be trapped with no possible hope of escape-’

'STAHAHAHAHAP FUHUHUHUHUHUCKIHIHING TEHEHEHEHEHEASIHIHING!!!’

Dark threw his head back in a barking laugh as Wilford’s cheeks blazed crimson, both from lack of oxygen and embarrassment. Dark went back to trailing over the hip bones lightly, keeping Wilford bucking and encased in giggles. He would reprimand himself for this later, but Dark looked fondly down at Wilford as he was encased in his mirth; the very word sickened him, but it was slightly endearing.

'Dahahahark plehehehease…ihihihim sohohohorry…’

Dark hummed in thought, but did then withdraw his hands before folding his arms at his chest as Wilford took in deep and grateful breaths.

'I suppose you’ve learnt your lesson…’

Wilford nodded frantically as a smug and satisfied smile spread over Dark’s lips as he stored the interaction in his memory, he figured he might need it in the future. Dark chuckled at the light glare Wilford gave him.

'You’re a fucking asshole!’

Dark laughed aloud again as Wilford pouted with narrowed eyes, he moved from under him and stood before waving his hand to release Wilford’s arms. The latter went to curl into a protective ball as Dark picked up his book with a smirk.

'And you’re an annoying prick, take some rest Wilford. You need it.’

Dark walked away with echoing chuckles, but whilst he was encased in his own victory and pride he didn’t see the vengeful eyes follow him out of the room. The cogs worked in Wilford’s mind with one end goal: Revenge.

D A R K S T A C H E   T I M E

MY GOD GUYS THIS SONG-

I HEARD A COUPLE DIFFERENT VARIATIONS BUT I WENT WITH WHAT SEEMED TO BE THE MOST COMMON

ANYWAY; DARKSTACHE AND TICKLES AND FLUFF AHEAD

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Warf flicked off the lights of him studio, dismissing Bim to go. He rubbed his eyes, yawning softly. It had been a long day, longer than he expected. All he really wanted to do at the moment was curl up beside his boyfriend and talk to him. With that intent in mind, Warf fixed his suspenders and started heading towards his door.

His hand had only just touched the doorknob…when he heard it. Yep, it was Dark alright. But he had never heard him sound like…that! It was gorgeous!

Dark was singing.

Something emo, Warf assumed, though he couldn’t tell.

He softly turned the doorknob to peer inside.

Dark was in fact singing. It was low and sweet, though in perfect pitch. Almost like Mark’s, but a bit more…hypnotizing. Warf stepped in as silently as possible as Dark shed his black jacket, singing his heart out. Dark had slipped into a more comfortable outfit and was at the mirror by the time he finished his song. As he was wiping off his eyeliner, he saw Warf’s reflection in the mirror, staring at him with a shocked expression. Dark grinned, wiping off the last of the black on his eyes.

Dark spun on his heels, crossing his arms.

“Can I help you?” He chuckled, rasing his eyebrows.

“You can sing?” Warf questioned after a moment of silence.

“Yes?” Dark asked, leaning against the sink. “Why?”

“Do it again!” Warf smiled brightly.

“Why?” Dark laughed, walking over to him to kiss him on the nose.

“Cause I love your voice!” Warf replied, grabbing Dark’s hand and pulling him to the bed. The two sat down, Warf still with a big smile.

“My voice?” Dark asked, slightly surprised. “It’s really nothing special, Will.”

“Yeah it is!” Warf whined. “C'mon, please? One more song?”

“What for?” Dark pushed himself back against the bedframe, patting the bed beside him. Will sat next to him and put his head on Dark’s shoulder.

“Because you love me?” Warf said hopefully. Dark rolled his eyes.

“While that is true, it’s late. Are you not tired?” Dark put an arm around his lover, leaning against his head.

“Kinda,” Will shrugged. He suddenly gasped. “You could sing me a lullaby!”

“A lullaby?” Dark shook his head. “Will, I don’t-”

“Pleeeeease? One song. Then I’ll stop pestering you for as long as you want!” Warf looked up at Dark with puppy-dog eyes. Dark sighed.

“No, Will.” He insisted. Dark was starting to wonder how he fell in love with this man. Warf huffed.

“But Daaarky!” Warf groaned playfully. Dark had to smile. But really, how could you not? Sure, he could be annoying. But he’d be lying saying he didn’t think Will was cute as all hell. Warf nuzzled his face into Dark’s neck. “Sing for meeee!”

Dark fliched, his shoulder moving up to protect his neck. His expression twitched into a wider smile, eyes wandering to the floor. He hoped Will wouldn’t notice, but he knew he had. Especially when Warf’s arms wrapped around his middle, drawing shapes on Dark’s stomach.

“Will…cuhut it ohohout…” Dark said warily, cursing the glitching and giggling in his voice. Warf smiled wider, lightly scratching the skin of Darks torso. Dark jumped, swatting at his hands. “Wihihilford!”

“All you gotta do, Darkasparkles, is agree to sing me a sooong!” Will chimed, his fingers crawling up Dark’s sides. Dark bit his tongue, shutting his eyes.

“N-No!” He said, firmly though not quite sternly. Warf grinned, shrugging.

“If you say so~” He laughed, his fingers growing closer to Dark’s ribs. The second they hit them, Darks hands locked around Warf’s wrists. Dark caught his breath in record time, pushing Warf’s hands away. He managed to hold both of the others wrist in one hand, adjusting himself to face Warf who was smiling like an idiot. Dark sighed…then smirked. He let go of Warf’s hands.

“Fine then,” Dark huffed, watching Warf’s face light up. “I’ll sing you a lullaby. Lie down.”

Warf did so, lying with his arms behind his head. He watched curiously as Dark stradled his thighs, clearning his throat.

“Alright, I’m gonna sing to you,” Dark said, still grinning like a madman. “But if you want me to sing, you have to do one thing.” Dark warned. Warf cocked his head.

“And what’s that?” He asked, albeit a bit nervously.

“Keep you’re arms above your head, just like that. And try not to move or…mess up my song.” Dark chuckled. Something about the way Dark spoke was unsettling, but Warf nodded all the same. “I have a perfect lullaby.”

Warf visably tensed when Dark rested his hands on his stomach. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. He already felt the butterflies swarming around his stomach and Dark hadn’t even done anything yet!

But when he had, Warf regretted ever asking him to sing. Dark pulled up Warf’s shirt slightly, just enough to expose his navel. Then, he began drawing torturously light circles around it…

“‘Round and 'round the garden, like a teddy bear~” Dark sang, continuing his circle pattern. He watched with a maniacal grin as Warf’s face lit up like a firework, biting his lip. Dark walked his fingers, first one…

“One step…”

Then another…

“Two steps…”

He added his second hand on his one, one on either side of Warf’s ribs.

He paused, and so did Warf, who held his breath. This is not at all what Warf was expecting…but it definitely was what he was hoping for. After what seemed like an eternity…Dark finished the lyric.

“…A tickly under there!” Dark moved his hands underneath Warf’s arms, scribbling his fingers in the hallows. Warf’s arms slammed down from behind his head, grabbing Darks arms in an attempt to fend off the sensations.

“DAHAHARK! Yohou ahahahasshole!” Warf giggled heavily, squirming underneath the other. Dark chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“You brought your arms down~” Dark sing-songed. “Lets make a deal. Every time you bring your arms down, I do another verse. Got it? You have to make it 30 seconds. That doesn'tsound to bad, does it?”

Warf paused for a moment, reviving from the after-tickles. He nodded, blushing harder. Dark smirked.

“Good. Now, put your arms up again.”

Though hesitant, Warf did.

Dark repeated his actions from earlier, smirking as he traced circles. Warf didn’t even make an attempt to stop his high-pitched stream of childish giggling. He held his arms where they were though.

“'Round and 'round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Dark sang. Warf admitted, he still did love his voice. But…the pitch and the way he sings, especially lyrics like these brought a blush to his face. Warf’s breath hitched slightly as Dark walked his fingers across his stomach.

“One step…two steps…”

Warf held his breath, shutting his eyes. Thirty seconds, Will. You can do this.

“A tickly over again~”

Wil, you cannot do this.

Darks fingers scribbled and skittered across Warf’s stomach, occasionally going up to his ribs or under his arms. The timer had begun. He could hear Dark counting over his laughter.

“DahahaHAHARK!” Will whined playfully, fighting the urge to pull his arms down. “Stoppit- Ahahaha- Nohohohooo!”

“Aww, where’s the fun it giving up? Kitchy kitchy coo, Wilfy~” Dark teased, speeding up his motions momenarily. “15…16…17.”

“SHUHUhuhut uhuhup!” Warf ended up snorting mid-sentance, only making him blush harder as well as making his warning less meaningful.

“Cute snort, sweeheart~” Dark cooed, poking each and every one of Warf’s ribs. It was practically madening…but he still had his arms up. Dark would be lying saying he wasn’t impressed. “26…27…28…”

Warf had an odd feeling Dark was about to go for the kill, but to his surprise, he started slowing down. Warf took a moment to regain himself…However, he had less time than he anticipated.

“…30.”

Dark suddenly vibrated his thumbs into Warf’s hips, smirking devilishly as the other broke into loud, booming laughter. Warf’s arms shot down and grabbed Dark’s wrist, pushing in vain at the other.

“DAHAHAHAHARK!” Warf yelled, curling intoa desparate ball of laughter. “STAHAHAP IT!”

Dark felt himself laughing along with him, finally retracting his hands and laying down beside Warf.

After Warf had taken a moment to calm down, he wrapped his arms over Dark, who did the same.

“You should sing more.” Warf mumbled into Darks chest. Dark smiled.

“That song?” He joked. Warf huffed playfully.

“Nooo! Not that one!” He insisted.

“I’ll think about it. Now, get some sleep, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A moment of silence was followed by Warf’s after-tickle hiccups. He slapped his hand over his mouth, peering up at Dark. In the darkness of the room, there was still a bright red on Warf’s face. Dark only laughed softly, holding him closer.

“Adorable~” Warf didn’t even bother protesting, shutting his eyes, and dozing off. Dark followed suite, finally relaxing as well. Dark really did love him, he always had. And sometimes he forgot how much he valued that until he was holding Warf in his arms. It was sweet, but he’d never admit it. And honestly, neither would Wilford. But I can assure you, neither would change a thing.

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… SECRET ANGSTY ENDING IF YOUR UP FOR IT BELOW BECAUSE I CANT HELP MYSELF-

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Wilford sighed in content as Dark played with his magnificently pink hair. The two were settled in bed, Wil’s head in Dark’s lap. Wil smiled when he caught Dark’s fond smile. As the darker ego’s fingers massages his scalp Wil practically melted, his eyelids dropping and his body going pretty much limp.

Dark chuckled. “This must feel nice for you to purr like this.”

Wilford hadn’t even noticed the content sounds escaping his lips. He couldn’t even care, Dark’s massages were heaven.

The pinker ego didn’t even notice how much time had gone by because when Dark stopped a whine of disappointment immediately left him. “Why’d you stop?”

Dark smiled. “We have to go, love. I can’t spend all day in here massaging your head.”

“Why not?”

“Because we have things to do.” Dark stood and kissed Will’s cheek. Wilford huffed and grabbed Dark for a hug, which he reciprocated, but then Wil refused to let go.

“Don’t leave yet.” He whined. Dark couldn’t help but chuckle, amused at the other’s shenanigans.

“Wilford. Let go.”

“No.”

“Let. Go.” Dark poked Wilford’s sides at each word to emphasize his point and grinned and the squeaks it produced.

“Dahark! Stay!”

“Let go and come with me, doofus.” Dark began poking and prodding all over Wilford’s torso eliciting all kinds of squeaks and giggles, yet Will still refused to let go.

“I wahant mohore cuhuddles!” He tried pouting but the tickle-induced giggling made that difficult.

“Last chance to let go, love~” Dark wiggled his fingers at Wilford as a final warning. This of course did not deter the ego from pestering him more.

“Just sit down and cuddle me for 10 more minutes goddamit!” Will whined.

Well, he warned him.

Dark launched ten wiggling fingers at his lover’s sides and tummy which resulted in booming laughter.

“Dahahark! DARK! Hahaha- stop- ahaha!”

“You wanted some more time together, and so you’re getting it, cutie~”

That last word always got to Will and Dark noticed how his cheeks always took on the cutest and most suiting pink hue when he used that pet name. Dark let his hands explore, one wandering to the victim’s very sensitive bellybutton and the other to his underarms.

Wilford slammed his arms down and arched his back and melodious laughter poured from his lips.

“Cootchie cootchie coo, Giggles~” Dark whispered in his ears, making them blush to match his cheeks in pink.

“STAHAHAP- FAHAHA- FAHAHACKING TEHEHEASING! BWAHAHA!” Wil was barely coherent through his laughter and occasional snort, which Dark made sure to tease him about.

“Aw, you sound like a pig with those snorts. How adorable.”

“DARK! AHAHA- STOHOHOP!”

“Hm…” Dark used a single finger to scratch right below Will’s navel. “Should I?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

“Are you going to let us leave?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

Immediately the tickling stopped and Dark retracted his hands.

“Good.” He planted a kiss on Will’s forehead and stood back, reaching out a hand to help Will up.

“Can yohou at least do that again later?” Will asked and accepted Dark’s hand up.

“The tickling?”

“No!” Wil went a bit red in the face at that. “The massage!”

Dark laughed. “Sure.” With that the two left the room, ready for the rest of their day.

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