#switch!philza

“PHILZA!” Tommy poked the olders sides with a grin.

Phil wasn’t doing much spacing out on the bed. He was thinking about shit going on, not the time and place to say what though. He flinched and jumped with a squawk, wings high up in the air, as he looked behind to see Tommy.

“Tommy what are you-!” Phil cut himself off upon realizing he was being tickled, covering his mouth and biting his lip. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tommy asked, squeezing up and down Phil’s sides, one hand moving to target his ribs while the other got his sides. “Tickling you, obviously.”

Phil squirmed slightly, small muffled snorts escaped his mouth as his ribs were touched, he bit his lip, trying his best to not laugh as the sensations increased more on his very ticklish body.

“Really Phil, tickling you too pieces and you won’t laugh for me? Come on, old man!” Tommy then blew a raspberry in the crook of Phil’s neck, grinning against the skin, as they moved a hand to scribble at his belly.

And that was the breaking point.

Phil squeaked and hunched forward, snickering and squirming. He wasn’t going to laugh, not gonna laugh, not gonna laugh not gonna laugh-

OH WAIT FUCK.

“PFFFT-HAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Nohoho-! Hahahaha!” Phil broke into loud wheezy happy giggles, squirming and laughing as his stomach was touched, squeaking once near his navel, wings twitching once his fingers was near it, his mouth was surprisingly still covered. 

“There it is!” Tommy grinned, moving their positions and having Phil lay on his back, so he could pin the older down to have more access. Tommy lifted Phil’s shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, picking his head back up to see Philza’s reaction. 

Phil squirmed and kicked attempting to escape from being pinned, wings flapping uselessly on the bedsheets, which some blankets flew off onto the ground below.

“AHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NAHAHAT RASSBERRIES HAHAHAHAHA!”  Phil cackled as he squirmed left and right, he arched his back up, kicking his legs out. He was slightly enjoying himself, he’s never been tickled this much, except once in his childhood.

Tommy blew a quicker, smaller raspberry just above Phil’s navel, gently squeezing his sides to let him know that he’d be done soon. The younger knew he hadn’t been tickled this much before: didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Why not? Does it tickle?”

Phil really wanted them to continue, he just couldn’t say it out loud. “Hehehe! Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his ears twitched and flapped, trying to say to Tommy to keep going. He can take it, he likes this.

“No? No? Then why are you laughing?” The younger reached behind him and quickly squeezed Phil’s thighs and knees before returning to targetting his sides.

Phil squealed, kicking his legs out, as he squirmed and cackled. He removed his hands from his mouth as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!” 

“Yes, Phil, it is supposed to tickle. I’m tickling you.” The teen chuckled to himself, bringing his hands to vibrate his fingers into Phil’s underarms. 

“Eep! Hahahaha!” Phil brought his arms down on top of Tommy’s hands, giggles slipping from his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath.

“You trapped my hands,” Tommy very obviously was lying, he could easily take his hands away. “You need to lift up your arms.”

Phil just couldn’t help himself but to laugh, it really tickles! Tommy speeding up the process made Phil giggle and keep his arms down. 

“Philll~” Tommy teased, scratching at his hollows. 

Phil giggled as his wing ears flapped and fluttered in anticipation, he slowly raised his arms up, flustered and red in the face, giggling quietly, he couldn’t help it, he liked it, and it tickled so much! 

Tommy blinked, bit suprised Phil would be that quick, the younger wouldn’t be anyway.

Tommy removed his hands and then unpinned Phil, sitting next to the older with a wide grin. “Sneak attack, bitch.” 

“Hehehehehe…whew…” Phil rolled onto his side, ears still flapping, as he hid his entire body with his wings, giggling quietly. 

Tommy tilted his head. “You alright?” He now had a small smile on his face, running a hand through Phil’s hair.

Phil’s ears twitched from Tommy’s fingers near the tips of his feathered flapping areas on both sides of his head. 

“Hehehe…! Not…used to being tickled like that…!” Phil tries containing his laughter from the tingling still on his body, he giggled still trying to catch his breath, his wing ears twitching still.

“My bad. We both know you loved it though,” Tommy teased lightheartedly, bringing his hand away and laying back on the bed.

Phil giggling slowed down as he laid on the bed, curling up slightly, he smirked, moving his hand under Tommy shirt and lightly as possible wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s belly. “Revenge little gigglebird~”

Tommy gasped, immediately turning away and covering his mouth to muffle his giggles. “No- nononoho! G- Go away!” His voice was muffled behind his hands.

Phil pulled Tommy close, scribbling up and down his sides and wiggling his fingers between his ribs, making sure the younger cracked. “Nope! Revenge gigglebird!” 

Tommy tried to hold out. He really did. And he failed.

“Nohohoho! Ihihi dihiHIDN’T DOHO ANYTHIHihing!” He tried to squirm away, but were quickly weakened from laughing and from the tickles. 

Phil cooed. “Dawww! There we go!” He squeezed his stomach, scribbling against his back ribs. “This is revenge for earlier! We will make it even later!”

“PIHIHISS OHOFFF!” Tommy curled in on himself as best he could, weakly pushing at Phil’s hands. His face was bright red, which made him thankful to be facing away from Phil.

Phil giggles, squeezing their hips, giggling to themselves. He couldn’t help it it was too cute.

Tommy shrieked, bucking his hips up and kicking out his legs. He made sure not to hit Phil, thankfully. “I DID NOHOHOTHING TO YOHOU!”

Phil smirked, giggling and blowing a raspberry on his stomach and hips, lightly nibbling on his sides.

“PFHAHAHA- NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy weakly tried to push Phil’s head away with one hand, the other in a fist and punching the matress they lay on. It was almost unbearable.. almost.

“Ack-!” Phil was, well, let himself, be pushed onto his back by Tommy, he stopped completely, laying on the bed on his back, Tommy lunging for the other, Phil following behind. 

The two were playfully wrestling and laughing together, it ended with Tommy having the upper hand on Phil, the two of them out of breath.

Tommy went limp for a few miniutes while taking in big gulps of air, his chest rising up and down with every breath.

“You little shihit,” Tommy muttered before springing up again and scribbling all over Phil’s stomach. “Fight me, bitch!” 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Phil broke into cackles which sounded like his normal laugh, just more wheezy, Phil immediately went limp once his stomach was tickled, squirming left and right to try and get Tommy off.

“Deserved!” Tommy exclaimed, vibrating his fingers against the gaps betwen Phil’s ribs with one hand, using the other to pinch at his hips.

Phil squirmed more. “TOMMY! NAHAHAT THAT-!” He was cut off by multiple flustered snorts escaping his mouth. “HAHAHA! NOHOHO!”

“Yes this! You deserve this!” Tommy exclaimed, speeding up the tickles.

Phil cackled loudly and squealed. “HAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT DID I DO?!” 

“You know what you did! You were very mean to me!” Tommy whined playfully, poking Phil’s stomach a few times before going back to his ribs, pinching up and down and vibrating his fingers against the bones.

“AH! HAHA! NOHOHO I WAS NOT-! HAHAHAHA!” Phil squirmed and tried covering his ribs with his hands, before he eventually wrapped his wings around his body, attempting to hide his flustered self.

“Wha- Yes you were, you prick!” Tommy flinched back a little when Phil covered himself with his wings. Now he couldn’t do anything.

“Move your damn wings-“ Tommy reached to try and gently get them out of the way, but he was afraid of harming the older and retracted his hand, instead just sitting with their hands in their lap, thinking. Phil wrapped himself more into the blanket- well his wings, should he even call them a blanket?

Tommy poked Phil’s wings noticing how the older flinched, he blinked then smiled. “Christ, man, are you juspt a walking tickle spot?” He questioned before running his fingers through the feathers of the older’s wings, his smile widening as the feeling of the feathers tickled his own hands, and the fact Phil lowered his wings, finally.

“Hehehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil attempted to hide his flustered self into his hands, giggling and laughing wildly.

“No, none of that. You’ve already hidden yourself with your wings,” Tommy quickly and gently grabbed Phil’s hands, pulling them away and above the man’s head with one of his hands, the other still at Phil’s wings. “You’re not hiding with your hands, too.”

“You’re very flustered,” Tommy observed, “it’s adorable.” He lightly scribbled on Phil’s neck, switching to tracing his ear, and back and forth so Phil wouldn’t get used to it.

Phil giggled at the tickling on his neck and ears, his laughter was sweet, he giggles like a little kid, his blush getting darker, as he attempted to free his hands from Tommy. “Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe! Mahahate! Hahahaha-That tickles!” 

Tommy tilted his head. “No, really? It does? I didn’t think me tickling you would tickle. Does this tickle as well? Come on man, you gotta tell me.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snuck a hand past Phil’s wings to squeeze up and down his sides. “It’s so obvious you like this, you let up so easily. Cute.”

“Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, squirming slightly, small chirps peppering through his snorts and laughter.

“Phil, you gotta answer me. You’re adorable giggles aren’t enough to tell me what does and doesn’t tickle, for all I know you could be laughing at me! Are you making fun of me, old man?” Tommy tried to force his smile down, but it was near impossible. He giggled quietly, Phil’s laughter being contagious and that he  found the man’s situation a little funny. “Are you? Are you?” With every ‘are you,’ Tommy poked Phil’s stomach. “Hm? Are you?”

“EEP! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, his flustered blush getting more and more red. He couldn’t help but to laugh, it tickled for him! 

“Phiilll~ You’re not answering me, guess I’ll just have to do this..” Tommy spoke with a teasing tone, very quickly and carefully moving Phil’s wings out of the way, so he could lift the older’s shirt and blow a raspberry right on the center of his stomach. 

Phil screamed, squealing loudly. “HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil flopped onto his back, cackling loudly, he couldn’t even respond because of his loud happy laughter.

“What was that? Did you say something? I can’t hear you through all this laughter. This is very serious Phil, that you would make fun of me, and you’re still laughing!” Tommy grinned— he knew exactly what he was doing, he looked at Phil before lowering his head again to blow another raspberry.

“HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO NAHAHAT ANOTHER-HAHAHA!” Phil cackled and flapped his wings, tears of laughter were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes. 

“Yes another!” Tommy exclaimed, blowing another small raspberry directly on Phil’s navel. 

“Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Phil squealed, eventually the tears fell, and stroked his face as he laughed, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “OKAY OKAY IM SORRY-PLEASE! MERCY!”

Once Tommy stopped, Phil still had tears still streaking his face, he was still blushing, flustered, as a few small chirps escaped his mouth, he practically became a giggly pile of goo, as he laid there almost lifeless.

“You okay? You alive?” Tommy asked.

A knock on the door turned on Phil’s attention, the avian hybrid walked towards the door, turning the handle and opening it. 

“Hey Phil…” 

Phil looked up seeing Sam in front of him, the creeper hybrids tail was tucked between his legs.

“Sam? Come in mate you look cold.” Phil didn’t waste a moment, allowing the warden inside. 

Sam sat on the couch. “Thanks…” 

Phil looked over at the kitchen area, grabbing a cup, a green liquid was poured in, Phil walked back to Sam, handing the warm liquid to the creeper. 

“Tea?” Phil said, Sam took it nodding. 

Sam reached for his mask, then he hesitated slowly putting his hand down, Phil noticed and smiled. 

“Mate your fine to take it off, I’ve never seen your face as much.” Phil smiled. 

Sam reached out, removing the mask from his face, placing it on the table. Showing his teeth and scales. 

“Wow…” Phil mumbled agasped. 

Sam tipped his head back a bit, sipping on the tea. While Phil tried to have some conversation. 

“So what brought you here?” Phil asked.

Sam sighed, thinking a bit. “I guess…I might be worrying about Tommy…ever since…Yknow…” 

Phil sighed, thinking about what happened, how Tommy came running over and Dream chasing him straight to his place, where the child was calling out to him.

“I just…” Phil’s train of thought was caught off by Sam speaking again. “I don’t want another incident like the Prison…I don’t want Tommy killed again- I don’t want anyone to not trust me…I was doing the right thing-“

Phil placed a cupped hand on Sam’s cheek, rubbing his pointer finger across the scales, stopping the rambling from Sam.

“It wasn’t your fault, true you might’ve left Toms in there. But the prison locked down…and that teletubby piece of shit is to blame as well.” Phil said, noticing how Sam squirmed a bit. “Sam?” 

“Phihihil!!!” Sam giggled. “Your hand is- thihihihihichling me!” 

Phil blinked, before a small smirk appeared on his face. He continued lightly tracing his fingers across his face. 

Sam was trying not to laugh, Phil only noticing a couple of snickers escaping. 

“Please let yourself laugh.” Phil said softly, lightly trailing Sam’s sides. 

Sam began giggling, his shoulders bouncing. Phil smiled, lightly trailing the creepers hybrid ribs. 

“PHIHIHIL!!!” Sam squeaked, squirming around, he wasn’t much of a giggly mess but here he was. 

Phil stopped after a few minutes. Sam looked back at him, and noticed something. 

“Are you alright Phil?” Sam asked with a small worry, Phil blinked confused. 

“Why wouldn’t I be mate?” 

“I mean…” Sam began. “Tommy told me you used to tickle him or anyone with your wings…why’d you not use them with me?”

“One.” Phil stated. “I didn’t know if you could handle it, Two, I-“ Phil’s sentence was cut off by a sneeze from the avian hybrid.

Sam looked up. “You were saying?” 

“I-“ Phil sentence was cut off by another sneeze, louder than the last one. And then another, him landing on the floor below.

“It’s a cold.” Phil sniffled, black feathers on his body, ears, his wings a bit fluffier. “From the Arctic, and the transformation is a hybrid instinct…avians don’t do well in cold temperatures.” 

Sam smiled, sitting next to the avian hybrid, wrapping him into a hug.

“Attempting to warm you up.” Sam smiled. “If this helps.” 

Phil rested his head on Sams chest nodding, the creeper hybrid smiling. 

Sam noticed Phil moving a bit when his hand wrapped his hand around his side, but relaxed. A question sprung on Sam’s mind. 

“Phil?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you ticklish?” 

Phil flushed a bit, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. The pros won. 

“A bit…” Phil mumbled. “Only in certain areas it’s bad.”

Sam lit up a bit, smiling. “May I?” 

Phil sighed, if it makes him and Sam feel better it’s fine. “Fine but when I say stop, stop, got it?” 

Sam smiled, allowing Phil to sit up. “Promise.”

Phil sat across from Sam, who sat in front of the avian, wiggling his fingers as a tease.

“You ready?” Sam asked, Phil nodded a wobbly smile already on his face. 

Sam lightly traced his claws across Phil’s ears. Phil squeaked, honest to death herself squeaked. 

“Was that you?” Sam asked, teasingly and confused from the sounds from the hybrid.

“Nohohohoho itit wahahas my chahaht!” Phil giggled, referring to the murder of birds. “Ohohof cohohourse ititit wahahas mehehehe!” 

“That was so cute!” Sam said excitedly, never hearing Phil so giggly.

“Shuhuhuhush!” Phil chuckled, squeaking. 

Sam moved his hands over to Phil’s neck, Phil’s laughter went up a bit, laughing wildly scrunching his shoulders up. 

“Aw, ticklish neck Phil?” Sam cooed, scribbling across the sensitive area. 

“Yeheheheah!” Phil giggled, balling his fists on his side. 

“Coochie Coochie Coo!” Sam teased. “Widdle squeaks coming from the widdle giggle monster~” 

Sam pulled Phil into a hug almost, as he teased him, with an inhale, he blew a raspberry into the ticklish skin, nibbling a bit with his teeth.

Phil shrieked, squirming around, his laughter going up an octave. 

“NAHAHAHAHA!” Phil screamed. “SAHAHAHM THAHAHAHAT THIHIHICKLES!!!” 

“Oh I’m aware.” Sam smirked, continuing the teases. “And you’re clearly a widdle bit sensitive~” 

“I AM NAHAHAHAT!!!” Phil squealed, another raspberry from Sam sent the avian into a series of snorts. 

“Awww! And I thought snorting was the pigs job!” Sam chuckled, using one hand to scribble across Phil’s neck and the other for his ears.

“Shuhuhuhush I cahahant hehehelp itit!” Phil giggled, a pink flush on his cheeks. He was embarrassed a bit about showing his giggly side but he did ask for it after all, plus it was helping him with making him a bit warmer. 

Sam stopped after a few minutes, leaving the avian a giggly mess on the floor. 

“Ready for round two?” Sam asked, Phil nodded. 

Sam touched Phil’s thighs, Phil gave a sharp inhale. This is gonna be fun. 

Sam began clawing Phil’s lower thighs. Phil squealed, squeaking a bit, kicking out his legs. 

“Someone got ticklish legs?” Sam cooed. “How adorable.” 

“Shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck up! I dohoho nahahahat!” Phil giggled, a embarrassed smile on his face.

“Your laughter and legs kicking say otherwise.” Sam said, proceeding to squeeze his lower thighs, relishing in the squeaks and giggles escaping from Phil. 

“Yohohou are-hehehe! Wahahay tohoho hahapy about thihihis!” Phil whined,small squeaks of giggles escaping his mouth. 

“Well obviously!” Sam smiled, continuing to squeeze his thighs, relishing in the squeals and kicks he received. “Not everyday you find out another hybrid is ticklish!” 

The thigh tickling lasted longer than Phil thought. Sam looked at the giggly puddle that was Philza at the moment.

“You okay to continue?” Sam asked, Phil nodded. 

Sam carefully removed the green kimono. With Phil’s premssion, he carefully lifted his shirt up a bit to reveal his stomach.

Sam began to scribble his fingers across Phil’s sides. The avian biting his lip, attempting to stop the bubbly laughter building up in his throat. 

“Awe, does Philza Minecraft have a sensitive spot~” Sam cooed, scribbling across the skin. “Coochie Coochie coo! Widdle giggle monster in here~” 

“PFFT-GAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, his laughter kicking up a bit as well as his thrashing. 

“Awe there we go~” Sam cooed. “But since this isn’t enough…”

Sam began doing small traces down Phil’s sides, up to his ribs.

“AHAHAHA! NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil squealed. “ITITIT THIHIHICKLES!!!” 

“Well I would think so.” Sam said, wiggling his fingers across each bone.

Sam luckily stopped but he wasn’t done yet. Using a feather he got from Phil’s wings earlier, he lightly moved it across Phil’s stomach, smiling at the giggles and squeaks he got.

“SAHAHAM!” Phil squealed. 

Sam stopped, allowing Phil to breathe. The creeper moving back to Phil’s wings and back sitting behind him. 

“Wow, your wings are really soft.” Sam smiled, stroking his nails across the feathers. 

“T-thanks…” Phil mumbled, a flush on his face, attempting to not laugh.

“Not used to complements?” Sam smirked, teeth showing as he began tracing the base of the black feathered appendages.

“Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his wings flapping weakly on the floor.

“Aw! How cute!” Sam smiled, trailing his nails across Phil’s back. 

“EEP! Ehehehehahaha!!!” Phil squealed, snorting, light giggles escaping his mouth.

“Oh I got a idea!” Sam said. 

Aniticpation filled Phil’s belly from the silence, before a tingling sensation on his spine made him shriek. 

Sam chuckled, as the avians wings dropped like deadweight as he squealed, Sam blowing another raspberry into his skin, shaking his head to amplify the sensations. Skittering his nails into Phil’s ribs, wiggling across each bone. 

“STOP! STAHAHAP!!!! SAHAHAM PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI CAHAHANT-NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, screaming in laughter. 

Sam stopped, continuing to muss around Phil’s ears and neck in an attempt to calm him down. Phil melted and relaxed into the gentle tickling. 

“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Sam said, the avian hybrid resting on his chest. 

“It’s alright…just a bit overwhelming is all.” Phil chuckled.

“Heh…” Sam smiled. “Glad I could help out, now, I gotta head back to the prison.” 

“See ya around mate!” Phil waved, the creeper closing the door behind him. 

Phil hopped back up on the couch, laying back a bit, when a large boom caught his attention. 

“What the fuck-“ Philza squinted his eyes.

Philza looked out the window, seeing a large portal open up, followed by two people falling out, the portal closing down upon opening. 

Philza grabbed his kimono, running out of the house as fast as he could. Techno had given him a metal wing so he could fly, he currently wore it, taking off to see where the people landed. 

Only one thing was clear. 

“Alright, Chat! I’ll see you all later!” Phil smiled, as the chat expressed their excitement for the next stream. Turning off his stream camera. Stretching in his chair, his back would thank him later, taking off his headphones and setting them on the desk. 

“Well that was fun!” A sudden voice nearly made the 34 year old jumped. But he calmed down, relaxing and looked over at the avian hybrid, wearing a green white striped bucket hat and green kimono. The red hardcore heart tied around his neck.

“Apologies didn’t mean to scare you.” Philza stared at Phil with a grin, who smiled back. 

“Gods…” Phil stretched and flopped back on the bed Philza was on, yawning. “Do you ever get tired?”

“Phil, I’m the character version of you. Of course I do.” Philza nonchalantly responded. Phil looked up, noticing how his character wings, twitched a bit, and the discomfort of Philza.

“You look erm…stressed, you want me to try and preen a bit?” Phil asked awkwardly. Philza blinked, never thought he would hear that before.

“Uh, just be careful.” Philza opened his wings lightly. Wincing a bit as his left one was twitching and wrapped up in a bandage, clearly a bit old since L’manburgs explosion. Carefully Phil took it off, it unraveled, quickly showing a few broken feathers sticking out, the wing began flapping uncontrollably. But Philza winced and whimpered the more it moved.

Phil’s heart nearly broke, the streamer knew it was his character after all, that he created him to be like that but, he didn’t know that it would hit him that hard, he didn’t want Philza to hurt himself.

“Okay, I’ll take care of you’re right wing then try to fix you’re left one later.” Phil stated as Philza nodded. 

“Thanks…” 

Phil began picking out a few old feathers from the avians back, before taking his hands and lightly traced around the black feathers. Making sure to be careful as possible. 

Philza chirps echoed a bit through the room, despite it being light, giggles squeaked through as well. Phil struggled a bit with certain areas, that came a bit harder when he started at the base of his creation wings. 

Philza back arched up, a few giggles slipping out. Phil stopped for a bit, before a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Sorry Philza, forgot you are ticklish there.” 

Philza rolled his eyes. Trying his hardest to stay still. Phil was done in know time on his wings, but he wasn’t done yet. Phil knew one way to calm him down.

Phil scribbled across Philza’s sides, the avian immediately arched his back. 

“Ack! Phihihihil! Nohot therehehehe!” Philza squeaked, thrashing a bit to get out of his grasp. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Phil tutted, placing his hands around the crowfather and quickly pulled him back, quickly running his nails into Philza’s stomach, smiling at the giggles he got. 

“Ehehehehe!” Philza chirped, squirming. “Shihihihihit!!!”

“Daw! Ticklish much?” Phil cooed. 

“Yeheheheah!” 

Phil lightly traced his fingers up into his neck. Philza lost it, melting down and resting his head on Phil’s chest. 

“Heh, you remind me of my position when Kristen got me on stream.” Phil chuckled to himself. Chuckling at the enduring chirps that he got, eventually Phil stopped, allowing his character to sit up and breath. 

“Thanks…I needed that…” Philza smiled, ruffling his wings, Phil luckily managed to fix his left one, his wings just needed a bit more time to heal in order for him to fly again.

For a few minutes it was quiet, the pair just talking. That is until a question sprung upon Philza’s mind. 

“Phil?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you ticklish?” 

Phil perked his head up, butterfly’s in his stomach already. “Why?”

“You got me, mate.” Philza replied. “It’s fair that I get you back.”

Phil got a bit flustered at that comment, he has been tickled a few times by Kristin before, even on stream. “Y-yeah, only on certain places is where it’s bad.” He admitted. 

Philza smiled. “May I ask where?” 

Damn Phil’s heart for being soft. “Erm, neck, sides…I guess the same spots as you, minus the wings of course…and er…I have a ticklish back…” 

Philza stepped a bit closer. Sitting on top of Phil’s legs. “Do you mind?” 

Phil blinked a few, if it kept the two of them relaxed, he was okay with it. Plus he’s had a long day. Phil pressed his back against the pillow. “Just stop…the second I ask…” 

Philza smiled, putting a hand on Phil’s shoulder. “Of course, mate.”

Philza sat on top of Phil’s legs, the ironic part about all of this is that his IRL self was taller than him by about an inch. So this was gonna be fun. 

“Ready?” Philza asked, Phil nodded, a wobbly smile already on his face. 

Philza immediately scribbled his nails into Phil’s neck. Phil squeaked and bursted into giggles. 

“Awe! You have the cutest laugh, mate!” Philza smiled, scribbling the nails across his creator’s neck.

“Nohohohoho!!! I Dohohohoho! Nahahahahat!!!” Phil giggled, shaking his head side to side, to try and hide from the sensations fluttering over his skin.

“You do, and you’re not afraid to show it!” Philza cooed, placing one of his wings and moving it across his neck. 

“Ehehehehe! Nohot the fehehehethers!” Phil squeaked, attempting to swat them away with his hands. 

Not working really well as Philza scribbling his nails into Phil’s sides, squeezing the black dress shirt quickly. 

“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil cackled, bringing his hand back on the bed sheets, throwing his head back as he laughed. 

Phil’s laughter echoed the room, with him squirming a bit which Philza didn’t allow, due to his neck and side being tickled constantly to make him crash right back down.

Eventually, Philza stopped allowing him to take a breather. Phil taking deep breaths of air, he was a giggly mess already.

“Ready for round two?” Philza asked, sitting down still on Phil’s legs, his hands on the black shirt. Phil nodded. Philza grabbing the shirt and waited for Phil’s approval. Phil nodded and inhaled. 

Phil felt something soft stir around his stomach, right near his ribs and began snickering, covering his mouth with his hands, to prevent anything slipping out. 

“Naw, come on mate! I wanna see that smile!” Philza teased, moving his wings around Phil’s stomach, poking around his naval. “You gotta let yourself laugh more!”

A few muffled laughter escaped, at least that’s what Philza could hear behind Phil’s hands. 

“I think someone is gonna break~” Philza teased, moving the black wings a bit faster. “Awwww is someone feather sensitive~”

Phil kept his hands around his mouth, a small smile on his face. “Nohohoho! Teheheheheasing!” He said muffled from behind his hands. 

“Nawww! Come on! I wanna hear you giggle!” Philza smirked and moved his hands towards Phil’s sides. “Hey Phil?”

Phil looked up, a bit confused. But still kept his mouth shut.

Until the skittering of feathers on his ribs.

“Tktktktktktktktktktk!” Philza teased, as Phil immedidly removed his hands to try and get away.

Too late.

Phil bursted out into high pitch squeals as Philza’s wings scribbled across his top ribs. Philza’s hands moving across his lower ribs amplified the sensations.

“NOHOHOHO!!! EHEHEHEHEHAHAHA NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil’s bubbly hard laughter broke through, as he squirmed around.

“And the dam breaks!” Philza smirked, smiling at the enduring laughter that came out.

“SHUHUHUHUT!” Phil cackled, before feeling a small poke to his naval. “HAHAHAHAHA!”

“EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO ITITS THIHIHICKLY!!!” Phil cackled, a series of snorts bursting out in between as he arched his back up as he layed on the bed.

“Damn, and I thought snorting was Techno’s thing!” Philza cooed, lightly tracing his wings around each bone of Phil’s ribs, wiggling the feathers in between. “You’re really sensitive mate!”

“YOUHOHOHOU! AREHEHE-OHOHONE TOHOHO TAHAHAHALK!!!” Phil wheezed a bit from how much he laughed, attempting to push Philza back didnt help either.

“Rude.” Philza smirked. Pulling out his wings from his ribs and tickling behind Phil’s ears. Phil melting a bit into light high pitched bubbly giggles.

“Ghehehe! Ititititit tichehehekles!”

“It’s supposed to!” 

“Hehehehahaha!” Phil giggled, attempting to swat the feathers away, only for them to move faster.

Eventually Philza stopped, removing his wings. Lightly scribbling behind Phil’s ears with his nails to calm him down.

“Gohohohod yohohohour mean!” Phil chuckled, either from the ear tickles or from being tickled was unclear.

“I don’t know, you weren’t saying stop yet.”

“Shuhuhuush you.” 

Philza got off of Phil’s legs. Sitting to the right side of him. “You good?” 

Phil nodded, sitting up a bit. Philza held down Phil’s legs, placing a hand on his thigh. Given the fact Phil did a sharp inhale. This was gonna be good. Philza scribbled his nails across his thighs.

“NAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Phil squealed. Becoming more with the bed every second, hiccups peppering in.

“Someone has got ticklish legs? How adorable.” Philza cooed, squeezing his thighs a few more times. Noticing how Phil kicked his legs out a bit.

“ShuhUHuhuhut up!” Phil’s laughter went up an octave. “I’ll fuhuhuhucking khihihil yohohohohou fohohor thihihis!!!” 

That sentence meant to be a threat, but it was filled with no malice, just bubbly laughter from the streamer.

The thigh tickling lasted much longer than Phil thought, by then he was a giggly mess on the bed, small snorts peppering in.

“Do you mind flipping over Phil?” Philza asked. “Or do you want me to do it for you?” 

Phil chuckled a bit. “Yeah, hang on.”

Phil rolled onto his stomach, his face was red at this rate, resting his head on folded arms. His blush turned darker when he felt weight on his lower back. “Gohohds.” He burrows his face into his hands.

“That bad huh?” Philza asked.

“Y’know how bad your wings are?”

“Yeah.”

“Triple it mate.” 

“Wow.” Philza smiled, a bit amazed at the information. “You really trust me.”

“Unfortunately.” Phil sarcastically remarked, before giggling as Philza scribbled across behind his neck. “Hehehey! I wahahahahs kihihihiding!!!” 

“I know, I just wanted to tease you a bit.”

Philza traced lightly across Phil’s back. Phil squeaked and began lightly giggling, melting to the gentle touch, giggling lightly into his arms, a red blush right on his face.

“Hehehe!!!” Phil chuckled, Philza noticed and smiled.

“Oh wow, you really giggle here.”

“Yeheheah…itit reheheally tihihihickles!”

“Well that be the point mate!” Philza smirked, going back and forth on his upper and lower body.

“Ehehehehahaha!!! I knohohow-thihihickles! It-itit thihihickles!-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha!!!” Phil melted into the light tickling the avian gave him, small snorts escaping his mouth with a small hiccup that would slip out at points.

“You are adorable, no wonder why Kristin married you!” Philza teased, tracing his feathers across his skin, which tensed up in response.

“Shihihihihihit! Yohohou Fuhuhuhuhucking-Hahahaha!”

“Awww! Your so giggly!” Philza cooed, tracing small circles into his upper back, watching as Phil squirmed around, giggling and laughing out curses.

It’s been awhile for Phil since his back has been tickled, Kristin would get into tickle fights with him constantly when they first hanged out. And she would always go to that spot.

Phil thinks it’s a werid one he didn’t know he had, guess sitting on a chair playing Hardcore does something. He could just relax but not prepare for what happened next.

“GAHAHAHA!!! OHOH GOHOHOHOD PHILZA NOHOHOHO!!!!” Phil screamed, as Philza scribbled across his back. Phil squirming around banging his fist onto the bed. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding.” Philza chuckled, surprised, slowing down a tiny bit.

“GAHAHAHA YAHAHAHA THIHIHINK!!!” Phil squealed, snorts and giggles peppering in. 

Philza placed his hands near Phil’s hips squeezing them rapidly, while his wings moved around Phil’s back. 

Phil let out a high pitch scream, tears peaking out of his eyes. His laughter came back hard, along with the thrashing. Phil was completely lost in his laughter, from both the squeezing and feathers, he couldn’t handle feathers, and then Philza blew a raspberry right into his spine.

“STOP! STAHP STOPOPOP!!! PHILZA PLEASEHEHEHE!!!” Phil screamed, deep belly laughter and hiccups he couldn’t control escaping from his mouth.

Philza stopped immediately, rubbing Phil’s back as an attempt to soothe the tingling in his system right now. Phil, being a giggly mess on top of the bed. 

“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Philza stated, mussing around Phil’s neck and ears while he still can.

“Kristin lohohohoves using it against mehehe during streams.” Phil giggled, relaxing as Philza traced behind his ears. “The chat thinks it’s cute when she does it.”

“Indeed.” Philza smiled, continuing to trace behind the skin, smiling lightly with a small coo at his creators giggling. “You like your ears being tickled huh?”

“Shuhuhut up. Hehehe! Mahahate it tickles!” Phil giggled, leaning his head into Philza’s hand, his fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ears. “Well, that’s the point.” Philza smiled, Phil practically melting, leaning his head into Philza’s ticklish touch, his giggling being light, bubbly and squeaky. “It feels good though right?”

“Yeheheheheah…Ehehehehehe! Hahahaha!”

It lasted a few more minutes, Phil looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute, as he leaned into Philza’s chest, the hybrid continuing to tickle his ears, even moving to trace his back, Phil’s eyes fluttered closed a bit, giggling.

Philza slowed down, tracing Phil’s neck and his back, moving Phil down to lay down on the bed, covering him up with a blanket, Phil giggling when the avian touched his belly and side.

Philza got up and off the bed, leaving his creator a giggly mess. “Well I better head back to the SMP, see ya around Phil.”

“See ya, mate.” Phil commented in a tired voice and in a poof of smoke, the avian hybrid was gone.