#ler!quackity

“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.

Steve walked in on you, his eyes followed yours and stopped at Bucky with his typical amused smirk. He stood next to you, washing his hands in the sink when he spoke up.

"Is he being a grumps again?" His words mixed with a chuckle. You breathed out a laugh and shook your head, not really wanting to believe that he's grumpy again.

"Apparently," you answered and moved your whole attention to Steve, "we should bring some sun in his thunder."

"Yeah? And how?" He sounded like he's convinced there's nothing that could help Bucky cheer up for just a second. And yes, it was indeed hard to hear a laugh from Bucky now and then, but it still was somehow possible. And who are you to just leave it like that?

"I don't know..." your gaze wandered back to Barnes on the couch, your fingers tapping on your arm when suddenly... you had an idea. Your eyes widen, realising how this always made you crack a smile- more than that actually.

"Hey...", you mumbled, trying to get Steve's attention, "I have an idea... What do you think about a little..." your voice lowered for the next words, "tickle fight?" For only a moment you thought about how ridiculous that might have sounded and you thought about screwing that idea. Steve looked at you.

"This is..." he dried his hands, "such a great idea." Your face lit up with excitement. For all the times he's gotten you into a puddle of giggles and tears, it was finally your time to switch positions and get the best of him.

Steve wandered over to his best friend, grabbing his shoulders and squeezing them with grip. From far behind you saw Bucky flinch, not really anticipating that such thing would happen within the next moments.

"What's the matter, buck?" Steve asked and gave his shoulders a little massage to loose the tension in his muscles, maybe purposefully using more pressure around his neck. Steve noticed how he tensed up even more the closer he got to his neck. Grinning to himself, he continued as if he knew nothing.

"Nothing, Steve." Bucky growled, making Steve blow out a raspberry.

"You're staring, you're being an old grump again." You snatched from the right of Steve, making both gasp out loud, "you gotta laugh a little, barnes." Your arms were crossed over your chest, approaching Bucky from the other side of the couch, facing him.

"Did you just call me an old grump?" He looked so playful and annoyed at the same time. You knew he would never hurt you, not in a hundred years he'd touch you with bad intentions. But when you nodded, he was ready to get up and grab you. You stumbled back and smiled, Steve held his biceps to the back of the couch, his super strength made it look so easy.

"Steve, what are you doing?" He asked, gulping, "are you insane?"

Steve didn't answer his partner in crime at first, just sending you a wink and gesturing with his head to get over with it. You know both of them are extremely strong, maybe equally, so as easy as Steve holds him down, as easy Bucky could escape and accidentally hurt you.

"I'm not insane." Steve simply said, "just testing if you're still the same old Bucky I know, because this always got you to smile."

You don't have to be told twice, this was your cue to dig your hands in his sides and wiggle them viciously. He got tense, he was fighting with himself to leave Steve and you unsatisfied with the outcome. But this only made you go harder on him, your nails scratched at the stretched out skin of his sides, moving them along, down to his tummy. And this is where you broke the dam, he erupted in giggles and scrunched his nose. He was trying so hard to contain his reactions, looking down and squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn't have to look in your happy and wide smiling face. You found all of this extremely adorable, even more when you realised that he wasn't fighting back, it almost looked like Steve wasn't a bit bothered by holding his arms up.

"You should definitely try out the area around his abs," Steve said, nodding towards Bucky's torso, "and don't leave his belly button out!"

"r-rohogers!" Bucky warned throughout his laughter, throwing his head back a little when you scribbled and scratched all around his abs. And you had to be honest, you've never been that close with Bucky, never got to touch his body like you're doing right now and you enjoyed every little second of it. You couldn't hide your feelings for any longer, and maybe this was the first step into getting closer to the man you've loved for so long.

With a single finger, you circled around his belly button, his laughter got quieter, but you felt his nervousness expanding inside him. You grinned, sneaking your hand underneath his shirt to feathery light tickle over his skin, he flinched and twitched, his smile growing wider and wider with any second of more torture. You couldn't feel anything else than absolutely adored by him.

"Wanna tell me where your tickle spot lays?" You asked with a tilted head. You knew he wasn't gonna tell you. But Steve will.

"A shit I-Ihi will tell you!" You nodded your head, smiling stupidly when you headed back to scribbling all over his torso. Just this time, on his bare skin. He laughed a little harder than before, even slightly wiggled, still trying to not hurt you.

"His thighs, y/n/n, get them." Steve smirked. It took you by surprise, and maybe you were a little hesitant to touch his thighs and to squeeze them like that. Maybe this would go way too far and you felt a little anxious, but for Bucky's sake... you would do anything to get him laugh.

"Y/N!" Bucky warned, his eyes wide open with an menacing look hidden within them, "don't you even dare... unless you wanna get it back ten times worse."

A challenge you happily accept. Your emotionless lips formed into a smirk, your hands slowly moving away from under his shirt, down to his thighs where you placed them on top. You felt the hitch Bucky had in his throat, nevertheless, your fingertips dug into the flesh of his thighs. Making him jerk up and melt with boisterous laughter. He stomped his feet to the ground and threw his head back a little again, just taking in the tortuous tickles he was receiving. You were so shocked, you didn't realise you were using more pressure on this spot and sped up your squeezes. He was roaring in laughter, even little wheezes escaped his lungs.

"Jesus... didn't know you were that ticklish, Bucky." You giggled, continuing your little torture on him before you eventually let up. At least you knew, amongst this household, what mercy is.

He caught his breath and Steve slowly let go of his arms, they fell next to his sides, Bucky had no strength left. You got up from your place and leaned over Bucky's limp body, high-fiving Steve with the biggest smile you've ever worn.

     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 )

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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 👍🏼