#utmv tickles

It was another agonizingly long day. Dream dragged themselves into the base and into the kitchen, steadying themselves against the counter.

So many tasks were checked off their list, having to go against Killer and Horror to save a village- alone. Having to answer the multiverse press- basically alone, Ink was no help. Then, having to face Dust 1v1. That alone required a team of ten. Unfortunately, his duties did not end there. Dream was expected to help in rebuilding a nearby AU and then dash back to have another meeting in the Star Hall. He couldn’t remember right now. Just heal up and move out.

Forcing their weak legs into a stand, Dream hobbled over to the fridge, rummaging through for healing items.

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“PHEW!! TRAINING WAS QUITE INTENSE TODAY.”

Swap loudly announced to no one in particular. He had worked up quite the sweat and personally believed he deserved a cold glass of lemonade as a reward. Confidently, he marched inside the base and towards the kitchen.

…Only to be met with the sight of his leader, splayed out on the floor, and an empty container in their hand.

“…DREAM-?”

“Please- don’t look at me, Swap.”

The blue skeleton kneeled down beside his (very ashamed) friend, putting a hand against their forehead. “ARE YOU UNWELL??-“ He asked gently, the poor guy didn't even know if beings like Dream even got sick.

“Stars- no- I just need a few seconds to…catch my breath.” The positivity guardian attempted to reassure their friend, moaning in a depressed manner. They put an arm over their now aching head. Today had done nothing but chew him up and spit him out, but one of their teammates seeing him in such a state was the last straw. He was tired, still hungry, and exhausted; they just wanted to lie down and cry.

Dream’s internal turmoil was interrupted when they felt themselves being hoisted up by a familiar, protective grasp. Moving their arm to see that they were being picked up by Swap, and moved to the break room. He didn’t say anything, in case Dream was still embarrassed, but gave a reassuring smile, to which Dream smiled back.

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“NOW- WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU WERE LAID TO WASTE IN FRONT OF THE FRIDGE-?”

Swap teased the other lightly, rubbing their arm as they leaned onto his shoulder. The royal guard had moved Dream to their cozy break room, two ice-cold glasses of half-drunk lemonade standing on the table. Dream stared into one of them, watching how the warm sun shone through the sweet liquid. Swap's glass seemed half full, and theirs seemed half empty. They laughed quietly at his joke, and Swap internally cherished the sound, having not heard it in much too long. Dream then answered without looking up at the other. “I suppose my lack of energy got the better of me this time, not to mention my most recent activity was getting my ass kicked by Dust.”

“DREAM!-“

“Oh- aha- sorry, Swap!!”

The taller skeleton gave the light guardian a friendly glare, crossing his arms and huffing. “IT’S ALRIGHT. . .THIS TIME. TRY TO REFRAIN FROM SUCH VULGARITY-“

The light guardian couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, patting their companion's hand. Dream sighed quietly, legs curling up into their chest. The positive guardian’s smile slowly fell off his face, a more melancholy look replacing their usual glow.

“Things have just been…rather stressful lately. We’ve been so spread thin, I’ve barely had time to sleep- eat- sit down. . .”

Swap’s eyesockets softened, meeting Dream’s eye lights as they looked up at him.

“I’m just so tired, Swap.”

Dream hid their face in their arm suddenly, honestly surprising themself with…tears? He hadn’t remembered the last time he cried. Trying to keep up the positive act was so extremely exhausting; all they wanted was a break.

As if his prayers were answered, Dream felt two strong, comforting arms wrap around him. They peered out from their arm-barrier, Swap staring down at them lovingly. His eyelights glanced towards the lemonade glasses, and as if reading Dream's earlier thoughts, he spoke.

"YOU SHOULD ALWAYS HELP OTHERS OUT, FILL UP THEIR GLASSES WHEN THEY NEED IT. HOWEVER YOU CANNOT DO THAT WHEN YOUR OWN GLASS IS HALF EMPTY. YOU CANNOT GIVE WHAT YOU DO NOT HAVE, SO TAKE THE BREAK YOU NEED, AND SOMEONE LIKE ME CAN REFILL YOUR GLASS FOR YOU!!"

Dream stared back up at Swap, eyesockets watering more than before.

“SO CRY AS MUCH AS YOU WISH, DREAM. I’M STILL HERE.”

The guardian blinked in surprise. However, they didn’t object, shoving their face into Swap’s scarf and sobbing quietly. It felt nice to be able to let loose. To be vulnerable.

Dream had no idea how long he cried. It was a while, and then at some point it just drifted into sniffling and hiccuping, and soon they just lay in the Royal Guard’s arms. Feeling his chest rise and fall, feeling Swap hold his breath every time they shifted slightly, feeling. . .

Safe. Protected. Relaxed.

“I think I’m feeling a little better now. Thank you.”

“ALWAYS, FOREVER, AND ANYTIME, DREAM!” Swap beamed, looking down at his friend once more. Their soft smile, now shy eyelights, when an idea bloomed in his head. “SAY…YOU HAD MENTIONED BEING LOW ON ENERGY, YES? PERHAPS YOU SHOULD TAKE A NAP?”

“Ah, no- I certainly could not!! I still have so many tasks to complete and-“

“THOSE CAN WAIT.”

An eerie tone took over his words as his hug tightened more around Dream’s waist. “I HIGHLY SUGGEST THAT NAP, DREAM!!”

“Wh- Swap, I told you, IeHEHEHE-“

Dream shot up straight at the sudden sensation crawling up their spine. Swap’s gloved hand dug gently between their shoulder blades. The Golden Guardian choked out a noise that sounded like the secret love child of a snort and a hiccup, wriggling in Swap’s arms and smacking his shoulders lightly. “Swahap!! SWAHAHAP!!-“ They tittered, nervous giggles increasing in volume fast. “Gohoodness NOHO NOHOT THAT!!”

“NOT WHAT? THIS-?”

The Blue skeleton crept his hands to the sides of their ribs, chuckling when Dream tried to bend backwards out of his hold. Their laugh turned wobbly and uneven, arms curled in towards their chest.

“Ihihi’m starting to consider the nahahap!!!” They half-joked, giddy laughter rising as Swap lifted them into his lap and turned them to face away from him.

“MHMM, REALLY NOW? WELL, IT’S A TAD TOO LATE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND, I’M AFRAID!”

His hands crawled from the back of their ribs to their front, Dream shaking their head and averting their eyes from the absolutely horrible sight before them.

“Swahahap-!! Swap!!-“ They warned, daring to peek down at his hands.

The larger skeleton’s fingers stood positioned right beside their hips, wriggling threateningly. Dream’s face flushed as they kicked and even gently grabbed onto Swap’s wrists, like preparing for a drop at a rollercoaster.

“SAHANS UNDERSWAP!! Do NOHoT!!”

“DO NOT..WHAT-?”

“TihicklE ME-WAIWAIWAIT HALT-“

“OH MY.. IF YOU INSIST!!”

Upon Dream’s “command”, Swap’s hands dug into their hips, massaging the weak point and occasionally tapping against the bone. Dream chortled, folding forward, waving their hands, and occasionally covering their face.

“STahahARS!! SwahahapPLEHEA—snort—NOHOT THERE!!! AHANYWHERE ELSE—snort— I'LL SLEEPJUSTNOTTHERE!!”

In mock thought, Swap brought one of his hands up and tapped his chin in 'thought'. “I DUNNO. YOU SEEM TO BE HAVING QUITE A BIT OF FUN!!”

“SwahahapppleHEAASEEE!!”

Upon Dream’s very heart-wrenching pleas, Swap would let up, instead opting for a gentle scratching at their ribs. Carefully, like you would a cat. “OH- SORRY, DREAM! IS THIS BETTER?” He asked.

“mhmhehehe- mhmuch behetter, goodness. . .”

With a relieved sigh, Swap leaned back into the couch again, allowing Dream to rest on him as he moved the comforting, light tickles against their back and spine. After a few quiet minutes of allowing them to calm down and get comfortable again, he glanced down at his friend to check up on them. “HOW ARE YOU FEELING NOW, DREAM? READY TO GO BACK OUT? Oh-“

Lo and behold, Dream was fast asleep. Worn out from the day, from crying, and the short tickle session. The taller skeleton smiled sweetly down at his friend, using his blue magic to close the blinds and pull a blanket over them both.

“SWEET DREAMS, DREAM.” He chuckled softly.

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Ler. .

💜 His favorite way to tkl is nibbles and soft, gentle bites. Burying his face in the Lee’s torso afterwards, muttering into their skin… Being able to feel him chuckle and it’s even more tkly,,

❌ Using his hands though, he’s usually a bit on the rough side, but will realize if he’s being too tough with his lee. Like rowdy puppy playing,,,

💜 Laughs along with his lee, how can he not? What he’s doing is silly enough to him, but their laugh is just the cherry on top <3

❌ Jacket fluff,,, he’s definitely a fan of nuzzling people to death,,,

💜 After he’s done wrecking you, flops on you to keep you trapped as a cuddle buddy. Like a weighted blanket…

❌ Sometimes, not often, gets the other bad sanses during training. It’s usually only Killer (as revenge) or Dust (just to fluster him).

Lee. .

💜 He gets unbelievably shy when tickled. Like hiding his face in his arm shy.

❌ Cross has a sweet laugh. Super goofy and very adorable.

💜 If in the position to, he’ll try to hug onto his ler so hide his face in their neck!!

❌ A little nervous when it comes to asking for tkls, though you can tell when he wants them,,

💜 When in a Lee mood, Cross lays on his back a lot, keeps his arms up or stretches randomly, whines and pouts and …did I say he’s just a big puppy already ??

Favorite/Worst spots. .

❌ Cross’ favorite spot is his chin and neck!! He loves being held tenderly, whispered to while getting his chin scratched,,, or sitting next to someone talking to another person, keeping his laughter down as they scratch at the back of his neck.

💜 His worst spot is the inside of his thighs. He doesn’t really care for tkls there honestly. Doesn’t hate it though.

❌His melt spot is his back. Gentle tkl massages there and he’s all calm and sleepy,,,tracing your fingers down his shoulder blades and all he can manage is a shudder and a half-muttered complaint.

Favorite Lees. .

🍪 Epic- His best friend!! Obviously! They have a lot of tkl fights, Cross starts them, though Epic usually ends up winning…

🚬 Dust- Cross loves Dust’s smile. The way his face goes purple in embarrassment, the few times he can catch a glimpse of his face underneath the hood,, and yknow, his laugh and smile is a million times cuter when it’s not during a fight

🌮 Swap- Just thinks he’s cute too, after he tkls him he pinches Swap’s face and teases him more. Ragebait at its finest

Favorite Lers. .

🍪 Epic- remember when I said Epic usually ends up winning? yeah. yeah,,, wonder why,,,,

🎨 Ink- Reminds him of older times together, and the way ink tkls is always comforting to him <3

🎯 Killer- Hates(/lh) this guy but he would be lying if he said Killer wasn’t one of the best lers out there. Plus he can almost always tell when he’s in a lee mood, never needs to ask for tkls!! Downside is Killer doesn’t let him live this down.

. . .

"Uuugghhhh! I can't take this anymore! I think my skull's gonna cave in from boredooommmm!!" He whined, dropping the knife and clawing at his wet eyesockets, only to flick the liquid excess away. Horror grimaced at the black drops staining Nightmare's carpet. Oh well. His eyes wandered back up to the fireplace, the warmth of flames making him tired. Killer noticed Horror's faraway look, leaning against the taller.

"Cmon Horror, you aren't fallin' asleep on me now, are ya?" He mused, jabbing his fingers into Horror's side lightly. To his delight, Horror jumped in surprise, his hand swatting Killer's away. "ooouuhhh~!" Killer teased. "Ya ticklish or sum?"

Horror's face warmed, giving Killer a look of exasperation. "No, your hands are cold, 'course I'm gonna jump." Unfortunately for him, he could tell by the look in Killer's empty sockets that he wasn't buying it. Quickly, Horror moved to stand up off the couch, only to be met with the sensation of Killer's cold hands squeezing into his hips. The taller skeleton yelped, collapsing back into the soft cushions and being trapped against the pillows by someone much smaller than him. Killer clambered his way onto the giant, continuing his attack by worming his icy weapons under Horror's shirt, digging his fingers into the soft ecto-sides. The taller skeleton couldn't help but chortle, squirming lightly as he fought against his teammate's hands.

"Kihihller!! Whahat the hell?!" He bubbled out, swatting blindly with one hand while the other rushed to hide his increasingly red face. Killer's attack didn't falter in the slightest, laughing along with Horror's surprisingly contagious snickers. He'd bring his hands down to pinch at the tall skeleton's hips, having to hold on securely because Horror would NOT feel bad if Killer was knocked off from his bucking. Nonetheless, he just stuck on like an evil little leech.

Dust tried his best to ignore them. Though he found his attention peeling from the game and over to the two every other second. Thankful for his hoodie hiding the increasing flush on his face. He didn't understand why he was getting so flustered... He's not ticklish. Like at all. Not in the slightest. He doesn't care about them at all, probably. He didn't know why the sound of the laughs made his face hot. Or why the thought of getting tickled made his face hotter. Or why the thought-

"Dust!" The hooded skeleton jolted out of his thoughts upon hearing his name, looking over to the two. He'd clear his suddenly dry throat now, attempting to sound nonchalant as he spoke.

"what do you want?-" His voice wavered. Shit. Killer would climb off of Horror and scoot over to Dust's side, leaning against him like a clingy cat.

"I asked if you wanted to help me!! Cmonnn, you aren't doing anything important!"

Dust glanced away quickly. No way. Nuh-uh, just thinking about their playing already bothered him, let alone actually partaking in it. He shook his head, much to Killer's disappointment. "no. 'm not gonna do that stupid baby-bones stuff. I'm busy with my pokémon save anyway."

Killer would puff up his cheeks with a huff before closing the Game Boy in Dust's hands. Thank goodness he recently saved. "Liar!! You weren't even playin' it!! You were completely spaced!! Why are you being so BORINGGGG!!!!!??????!?!?!" The tear-stained skeleton hugged his friend tight, shaking him lightly. If it had been any other time, any other place, it would have had no effect. But Dust jolted. Surprised by the touch, already on guard from the thought of tickles, he expected something else to happen. Cursing himself internally because with Killer, nothing goes unnoticed.

". . .Or maybe... you're just being so unfun because you're scared?"

"there's nothing to be scared of."

"You flustered over tickles? 'babybones stuff'...?"

"No."

"You saw me wreckin' Horror's shit and thought you were next, riiiighhtt~?"

"ITHOUGHTNOSUCHTHING."

All Killer had to do was poke his side, such a simple action, practically had Dust jump out of his nonexistent skin. The Game Boy flew off to God knows where, hopefully in one piece. Dust immediately had to fight at Killer's hands, already tittering nervously as he recited every swear word in the book. "FUHUHUCK!! NOHOO NO!!"

"I barely touched you yet!!! Horror, help me out here!!"

Upon having his name called, the half-napping skeleton sat up and looked over with a surprised smile. He went over and grabbed both of Dust's hands, lifting the very squirmy skeleton. "I didn't know he was ticklish." He muttered, lowering Dust back into his lap after he sat, a gentle hold on his smaller hands.

"I still don't even know if he really is yet, or if he's just really nervous... but moment of truth!!"

Killer held his hands above Dust's tummy, lowering them at a painstakingly slow rate. The latter kicked and wormed; it was almost concerning how he lost his composure so fast.

Almost.

Killer's hands landed on their target, squeezing and kneading gently to start. Dust let out a quiet squeal before it fell into very soft laughter. The other two looked down at him in amazement, Killer smiling wider and cooing down at the other.

"Awwhh!! You were so nervous for what? Your laugh is so cutesy, Dust bunny!~"

"Maybe that's what he was nervous about..."

Dust turned his face to his in his arm, a light purple flush scattered across his cheeks. He hated to admit that he was having fun, that he felt comfortable like this. It was embarrassing beyond belief. "shuhut uhuhup!! nyehehehe!-" he squeaked.

Killer pressed his fingers into the plush surface in a way similar to playing with slime. "And you're so squishy!!! I mean, I guess we all are to an extent, but you're the squishiest! Squish squish squuiisshhh!!" Dust had a daganropa-themed punishment for him after this.

Thankfully, since he had seemed nervous about it, Killer didn't plan to mess with him for long. Bringing his hands up to the sides of Dust's face for one final squish.

"smooooshhhh"

Dust leaned into Killer's left hand, hiding his face in their palm. Killer's mischievous expression melted into a more caring one, flopping onto his friend and sandwiching him between them and Horror. The taller of the three leaned back so they were all more comfortable.

The trio fell into a comforting silence, Dust asleep quickly from the combo of earlier excitement and the cozy environment. Horror well on his way, and Killer...

Lee!!!

🌮 His tkl spots would be his tummy, hips, and sides. Probably a bit on his cheeks too!!

💙Actively brags about being the biggest Lee. If he’s going to be something he’ll be the best at it, that’s for sure!

🌮 Anticipation is not his friend. Swap will get nervous if you imply any tklish tomfoolery,,,but he won’t fight it.

💙 Despite that he can say the Tword very well!!

🌮 Is not shy when it comes to asking for twords. He will approach you very politely and casually about it too.

💙 He loves getting into tkl fights, even if it means losing, he just loves joy and whimsy…

Ler!!!

🌮 He can say the Tword.

💙 He also happens to be the self proclaimed ’Best Ler’. If he’s going to be something he has to be the BEST at it!!

🌮 He loves sitting his lee in his lap so he can coo in their ear, and give them a big cuddle hug afterwards

💙 Swap doesn’t typically tease on purpose, he’ll point something out and his lee gets flustered, then will continue unknowingly

🌮 Will tell corny puns while tkling you. Beware.

Favorite Lers!!!

💙 Queen Toriel!!! He likes to brag about being tworded by royalty, and she’s just lovely to be around. Shares his horrible jokes too

💙 Dream, They’re very gentle and soothing, perfect for when he’s having a bad day. Or just needs to unwind

Favorite Lees!!!

💙 Stretch, Aka Swapyrus!! As the elder sibling its Swap’s duty to embarrass, harass(/lh), and terrorize his younger sibling, hehe- Even if that means doing so with terrible jokes and tkls

💙 The human! They always seem to have a ton of fun when they have small tword fights, (though he’ll pretend to lose against them, for their ego <3)

This one’s for that Anon that requested them!! I probably should have waited to answer that ask with the headcanons but I got a tad too excited, whoops.. ><

Ler

👾Has a list of people to tkl, like his kiss list. Everytime he wrecks someone he poofs the list into his hands and checks them off, it’s such a teasy process in itself. . .

🧃 For the longest time didn’t know what tkls were, but once he learned it was his one of his new favorite things ever!

👾 After wrecking someone, he cuddles them

🧃 Tkls his furbies!! They’re like kids to him, so it’s a given <3

👾 Likes holding his lee in his arms and lap, he enjoys closeness…

🧃 Favorite way to tkl is by blowing raspberries and nibbling his victim, eating up their laughs, burying his face in them, then he’ll kiss the spots that tkl all better! <3

Lee

👾 Originally was VERY afraid when he first got tkled, confused as to why he was laughing and why it felt so WEIRD.

🧃 Still a bit defensive about his neck, but is fine with tkls anywhere lower than that.

👾 Enjoys being tkled though! Loves to laugh and smile, especially since he can’t truly do so on his own.

🧃 Fresh’s favorite spots are is his sternum and ribs, along with his spine.

👾 Giddy laugh, when you wreck his worst spots he gets loud and even screeches!!(parasite)

Favorite Lees!! X3

💿Dust. Shocking, but I have friends with Dust and Fresh best-friend headcanons…and I personally think it’s cute!! But Dust has a very silly laugh, and gets super shy about tkls.

💿Swap, a funny reaction and he seems happy to let Fresh get his ler moods out on him!

💿Nightmare,, he just likes pissing him off, honestly.

doesn’t have any favorite lers…

Ler !!

💛 Loves giving light tkls, just letting his hand flutter about their tkl spots tapping in one spot gently . . .

🍎 Will tease to no end. Lighthearted, mothering teases, cooing over his lee because they are just the cutest thing he’s ever seen <3

💛 Favorite way to tkl is with light kisses. Just softly smooching over a lee’s tummy, or charming them with a kiss on the fingers,, and then the palm, leaving them watching in horror as the tkly little smooches inch up their arm~

🍎 Can produce a gentle tkl sensation with their positivity magic. Standing near them gives gentle butterflies and light tingling to the skin. If they concentrate it, well. . .

💛 tkls is actually one of his favorite ways of spreading positivity! The happy laughter brings them not only extra strength, but a big smile as well :3

Lee !!

🍎 Oh Dream…oh Dream………

💛 CANNOT take what he dishes out. At all.

🍎 Honestly a somewhat bratty lee, they get very shy and defensive when it comes to receiving tkls

💛 Their laugh is quite obnoxious. . .hence the defensiveness. When out and about they give a dainty little giggle at best, but the real laugh is quite contagious and sputtery

🍎 Dream’s worst spots are his hips and elbows, though they very much enjoy gentle tkls on the back of their neck and under their chin.

💛 Gets a little dizzy after tkls,, the positive emotion he’s emitting makes things fuzzy for them/pos

🍎 Dream has an overall a neutral feeling when it comes to being lee, they feel vulnerable in that state and it may take them a bit to learn that it’s okay to be <3

That’s all my headcanons so far, and Just a note: