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shy-and-bubbly · 2 months

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Okay, ler!rosie is my favorite now.

Just Eat You Up

SFW Hazbin Tickle Fic

Lee!Alastor, Ler!Rosie

Queerplatonic shipping

It's gonna sound OOC for Alastor, but I like to believe he's only this soft and vulnerable around Rosie ( platonic wife)

Summary: Alastor and Rosie find themselves up talking and sharing a moment, when Rosie accidentally gets a bit too close. Having all the patience in the world for her, Alastor endures.

When he wasn't staying at the Hotel, he stayed with Rosie. She didn't mind, quite the opposite actually, she loved it when Alastor was over. She even had a room for him next to hers.

While he was over this night, he leaned against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in hand while he just smiled and watched his platonic partner pace around the room ranting.

"- and you know I love all my citizens, but Susan, ugh, I just don't understand what her deal is. It's like she gets enjoyment out of disagreeing with everyone in town. You get what I mean, right, Al?" She asked, finally leaning against the counter herself, grabbing her own cup. She frowned a little when she saw that it was empty, which prompted Alastor to give her his cup.

"Of course I do, like I said, she's an ornery old bitch." He said, adding a little more sass to his tone than usual, knowing it amused Rosie, earning a light laugh from her.

She meant to just playfully smack his arm but as he started to stand up more, her hand grazed his side instead, causing him to arch away. Absolutely delighted, Rosie set the cup of tea down. "Oh I forgot you were ticklish, Alastor!" She said.

Alastor turned to back away from her, his hands up in defense. "Now, darling, really there's no need to-" he stepped back quickly to narrowly avoid her hands, "R-Rosie, dear, wait a minute!" His ears shot straight up in alarm as he suddenly backed into the counter. "Why would I wait, Al, it's not often I hear a real genuine laugh from ya, it's always that rehearsed show-host laugh of yours." She said, pushing past his out stretched arms to lightly skitter up his sides.

With anyone else, he might have killed them, but this was Rosie. Clearly his only option was just to be patient and let it happen. Not that he was completely against it anyway.

Alastor felt her slip her hands under his jacket to scritch at his sides through his shirt. His grin widened as he used the counter to support himself, chuckles spilling out freely. "Roho- Rohohose, plehehease-" "Don't try to sweet talk out of this by using a nickname, Ally~" She grinned, pinching his lowest two ribs.

His cheeks flushed at the name as he loosely grabbed her wrists, giggling harder as her fingers danced up his ribcage. As Rosie gently dug into his underarms, Alastor's knees gave out and he sank to the floor, laughing.

Spotting rapid movement out of the corner if her eye, she noticed his tail was wagging. She grinned with a gasp. "Aw! Alastor, are you enjoying this, you sweet thing?" She asked, her hands finding their way up to his ears, gently scritching there. There was a soft crack of radio static before his laughs softened up into giggles. He shut his eyes to avoid answering. But Rosie knew better.

She started to softly scritch under his chin, making his cheeks flush a brighter shade of pink and his tail wag faster, something she knew only she was allowed to witness. He seemed to melt right there, eyes closed, grin softened into a smile, as he giggled quietly and leaned into the affectionate touch.

Rosie found it incredibly endearing. She added her second hand, scratching both sides under his jaw, watching as his ear started to flick and he relaxed even further. She took a moment to just watch him like this for a moment more, before she suddenly reached down and slipped her hands under his shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.

Alastor's eyes snapped open as he was almost startled out of this calming and affectionate state. He tossed his head back and laughed, trying to simultaneously curl up and move away, resulting in him sort of just falling over onto his side, then curling up on the floor.

"Hahahahahaha! Rohohosie plehehehease!"

"Look at youuu~! Such a widely feared and respected demon curled up into a little tiny ball in my kitchen! I got you, Alastor~! Got you got you got you~!" She teased, spidering around his tummy, adding a soft scritch with each 'got you.'

Alastor was flustered beyond belief, his ears pinned back as he laughed and gently tried to grab her hands. She suddenly grinned the most evil smile he's seen on his cannibal friend in a while. "Alastor, you should see how cute you are right now.. I could just eat you up." She lifted his shirt just a little bit and leaned down to blow a raspberry into his tummy.

"HAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOSE!" He cackled, his legs kicking at the floor while he clenched his hands into fists to keep himself from pushing her away. Before he could ask again, Rosie had stopped, letting her friend to just lay there and catch his breath.

Once he sat up, he pointed a finger at her. "Evil, rude, cruel, and-" She just leaned in and kissed the top of his head, silencing him. "And don't you forget it." She replied getting up. She offered her hands, and helped him up as well, fixing his bowtie for him.

"Goodness, you're a mess, Al. Such a squirmer." she teased, even reaching up to fix his hair, which he allowed, finding it to be nice and affectionate. "I wouldn't be such a mess if someone hadn't just assaulted me." He said with a light chuckle.

Rosie ignored his response with a wave of her hand. "Oh you're fiiine." He tilted his head. "Maybe I should get you back then, if it's no big deal." He teased, with a gentle squeeze to her waist.

She jumped and grabbed his wrist. "I'd like to see you try."

#something about this fic made my heart just S O A R #I love how you wrote her so much imma sob 😭 💗#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #ler!rosie #lee!alastor

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shy-and-bubbly · 10 months

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Ok I’ve got some more pillar family headcannons for ya!

So in your tags I saw you asked whether the pillars are butterflies or moths I’m thinking a good mix.

Mama Pillar as a butterfly and his Pa as a moth so howdy is a bit of both(? He doesn’t even really know what he is exactly and neither do his parents)

Also Mama Pillar has so much ✨fizz✨

Mama Pillar has had six husbands before Howdys Pa. It’s also why howdy has so many siblings, most are his half siblings.

Speaking of Mama Pillar she is one of the shortest members of the Pillar family but she is SUPER strong.

Instead of her Pa carrying her over the threshold after they married Mama Pillar carried him. (There is a four feet difference between them with Pa being taller)

Mama Pillar can even pick up Howdy still! It’s also what she did when she heard about his attitude.

She immediately went down to his store, picked him up with one set of arms and proceeded to use her other set to absolutely DESTROYED him.

Mama Pillar is the type of ler to use sugary sweet teases to make her lees go as red as a tomato.

And Howdy is indeed as red as a tomato and slowly getting redder.

Howdy: mahahahma please!

Mama Pillar: Nope I won’t hear it young man!

Mama Pillar: Especially after you were mean enough to use Barnabys mama against him!

The tickle sponge trio watched along side Barnaby and cheered Mama Pillar on.

Finally Howdy knew what it felt like to be attacked by four “mean” arms.

Tldr: Mama Pillar is the #1 rizzer and Howdy gets his cocky self wrecked!

🦀 anon

Damn, spoiling me and the people Crabnon! I kiss your forehead in the most platonic way possible!

I swear I am growing obsessed with this woman the more you talk about her. The fact that she is also small and mighty gives me the greatest kick in the world, I swear!

She is having none of her boy's nonsense and she's gonna teach him to mind his manners in the best way she knows how! By absolutely tickling him to pieces in front of his little friends (and best customer).

The good boy and tiny trio were absolutely bamboozled to watch the 'ultimate tickle monster' be reduced to a giggling, blushing, blubbering heap by his own mother! And she's barely over half his size!

Julie and Sally were 100% playing cheerleader while Barnaby just stood smugly and enjoyed the show. Wally however was low-key suffering because her killer teases and 'ruthless' tickles were giving the poor boy the worst second-hand 'Lee mood.

For the first time in a long time, Howdy remember what it was like to be at the mercy of a four-armed tickle menace! And golly he wasn't going to forget anytime soon. If he even survived the embarrassment.

#ive been highkey lurking around the welcome home tickle community and-#I CANT!! I CANT EVEN 💞💖❤️💕#yall everytbinf here is so cute i cant stop giggling to myself about this #the hedcanon the picture are both just AAAAH!#welcome home tickles #the headcanons... i lob #and the artwork is giving me life rn 😭

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shy-and-bubbly · 1 year

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UHHH RISE DONNIES VA??? NOT ME IMAGINING THIS BEING DONNIE???

HELLO THIS IS ADORABLE I CAN TOTALLY SEE DONNIES TICKLE LAUGH SOUNDING LIKE THIS??? PLUS DONNIE LITERALLY TALKS LIKE THAT HGFVJBGJ (minus the barking ofc lol)

#oh this is adorable 🥺#tickling #rottmnt tickle #lee!donnie

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shy-and-bubbly · 1 year

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Another one

#accurate #especially the part where I 'get lost in the tickle sauce'#tbh how can i not tho #im mostly silent cuz i just wanna hear the cute laughter <3

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shy-and-bubbly · 1 year

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Anything we can do to make you feel better?

This is a fic inspired by this comic strip made by Lele Liam on twitter!

This is a SLIGHT modification to number 14 on my tickle headcanonns!

Fandom: Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

Donnie was upset.

One of his gadgets that he had worked on for hours hadn’t been working as expected after MULTIPLE attempts.

He tried reprogramming it, repairing it, re wiring it and completely restarting the blue prints! Unfortunately, nothing came out successful. So he just sulked and put on his purple hoodie and escaped to his phone.

Mikey, being bored, was on his way to bother Donnie anyways. So he found him looking upset and decided to help out a little.

“Hey D! What’s got you down in the dumps?” Mikey asked looking around Donnie’s room for the root of the problem. Messing it up in the process.

“I’m not. “down in the dumps.”.” The purple ninja exclaimed with air quotes, his eyes never leaving the screen. He was looking for a better design to see if that would help as well, but Mikey sure wasn’t.

“Are you sure? You seem grumpy!” Mikey said with a poke to Donnie’s side.

“Nohot now Mikey.” Donnie stated trying to stifle his giggles. He was veryyyyy ticklish and his family (unfortunately) were veryyyyy aware of it. Yet Donnie still denies that he isn’t, his siblings end up proving him wrong.

His eyes never leaved his phone during this conversation yet he didn’t know what he was looking for anymore. Maybe just an excuse to be busy.

“Well then if you’re not grumpy I guess you won’t mind if I do this!” Mikey said skittering his fingers up the intellectual turtles neck and that earned him a few giggles.

“Yohou better stohop.” Donnie stated, trying to hold back laughter at this point.

“And you don’t mind me doing this either!” Mikey said, full on tickling Donnie at this point. He had went for his sides, neck, stomach and underarms in a quick motion.

“MihIHikey STOHOhop!!” The middle child exclaimed. The shocks tingling everywhere in his body.

Mikey finally stopped his tickle attack and gave. Donnie a hug.

“So are you still grumpy?” Mikey asked with his sweet younger sibling smile. It was definitely contagious. He was just happy to at least try to make Donnie happy.

Donnie’s phone had fallen at this point so there nothing he could really do. “No.” He responded with a smile.

A few hours later, Donnie decided to continue his journey with the trinket, after finding some inspiration that could modify the blueprints and possibly perform a breakthrough but guess what? It didn’t.

After a really long time in his room, Donnie finally “emerged” from his cave with a frown. He had been defeated. There was nothing else he could do. And he had to face that. But it’s not like him to give up on a project.

“Hey! Donatello!” Leo said putting his elbow on Donnie’s shoulder.

Donnie shot him a side glare. “Not. Now.”

“Uh oh. Donnie’s in a bad mood.” Raph said with a worried face and a pat to Donnie’s shoulder.

“Should we bring the ‘tickle gang?’” Leo asked, walking towards Donnie with menacing wiggling fingers.

“No. I don’t like being tickled.” Donnie responded, turning his back away from everyone. “I just wanna be sad for a moment.”

“Then why do you laugh when we tickle you?” Mikey asked with genuine question in his eyes.

“It’s a involuntary reaction our bodies produce from being slightly touched which causes-“ at this point Donnie was lost in his own world. He liked answering questions about the body and how it works, what it does and so on.

The remaining three brothers just watched as he rambled on and on and on and believed that this was their perfect time to strike.

They all came at the purple ninja with wiggling fingers and it just so happens Donnie opened his eyes to face them so he could explain more clearly.

“WAIT NO!”

“NOHOHO WAIT STOHOP!” Donnie exclaimed, laughter pouring out of his lips.

“IHIHI CANT BREHATHE!!-“ Donnie was then cut off by the sound of Leo’s voice

“we literally haven’t even touched you yet.” Leo said with a smirk.

“Oh. Wait, yet?” Donnie asked confused.

“Yet.”

just a lil sum i made in my free time💖

#hahfhfkglfkf #the way don realized nobody touched him yet xD #thats so cute aw #rottmnt tickle #tmnt tickle

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shy-and-bubbly · 2 years

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Banger tweet but that caught me so off guard I- 💀

#BUT ITS TRUE THO #mcyt tickle #skeppy #badboyhalo

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shy-and-bubbly · 2 years

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ahem

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#awww omg he's so cuteeee 🥺#whoever his target is better watch out #i imagine ler bad being a mischievous little bugger >:3 #ler!badboyhalo

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shy-and-bubbly · 2 years

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That trope...where Person A gets Person B laughing like a child...and sees the beautiful, adorable, wonderful, flustered and happy face of Person B...and just...feels their heart flutter...because they did that. Woah....

#AAAHASHDKDLKSL #this!! this right here!!#this is the kind of stuff I LIVE for 💞💖#tickle trope #tickle art #tickling

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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thank u both :D

#hhhhm.. the purple blush 💜#this gives me a soft vibe it’s adorable #mcyt tickle #tickle art #lee!badboyhalo #ler!skeppy

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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Movie Night

October 19th

Summary: Skephalo (/p) fluff

A/N: I got this idea from somewhere that I can’t remember. If you guys know what I’m talking about, please message me so I can give proper credit. Thank you.

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“You know, this is our first real movie night together.” Skeppy pointed out.

Bad sighed, “Yes. Which is why we should pick the movie together.”

Skeppy shook his head. “You only like boring movies!”

“I do not!” Bad gasped, lightly hitting Skeppy’s shoulder.

Skeppy laughed. “I’m picking the movie.” He stated before reaching over and snatching the remote off the table.

Bad gasped again. “Skeppy. Give me back the remote.” He demanded light heartedly, enjoying the in person banter with his best friend.

“Absolutely not.” Skeppy refused.

“Fine.” Bad said, “Have it your way.” He launched himself at Skeppy, the man sent on his back on the couch. Bad scrambled to grab at the remote Skeppy still held in his hand.

Skeppy held the remote tightly, moving his arm high above his head so Bad couldn’t reach.

“Give it!” Bad shouted

“Nehever!” Skeppy shouted back, giggling from the silliness of the situation.

It wasn’t until Bad sat his hand on Skeppy’s stomach that he got a hopeful boost. Skeppy yelped, this first caused Bad to think he hurt him, but the smile curling on Skeppy’s face and the flustered look he adapted changed his mind.

“Skeppy,” Bad smiled knowingly. “Give me the remote.”

Skeppy looked at Bad suspiciously, unable to figure out what he was planning. “No.” He said defiantly.

Bad’s smile widened, “Alright, tell me when you change your mind.” With that, he dug his hands into Skeppy’s sides.

Skeppy yelped, pressing his free hand to his mouth and holding back any further reactions. “B-Bad” He spat out.

Bad only grinned in response, squeezing his sides with precision.

To his surprise, Skeppy was actually about to keep his reactions at bay. Even though he was squirming like a worm on a hook.

“Say something.” Skeppy whined, flustered by the silence.

Once again, Bad was quiet. However, he lightened his touch to gentle spidering on the man’s ribs.

“B-Bahad, stop.” Skeppy could feel his resolve cracking and was only further embarrassed by the knowing hum Bad emitted.

Bad moved his hand to spider in the arm holding the remote in the air. He was satisfied by the squeal and peel of giggles that followed.

“Bahahad plehehease!” Skeppy whined again. The light tickling was breaking him much faster than he would like to admit.

“What’s wrong, Skeppy? It’s almost like you’re ticklish or something.” Bad said. He brought his other hand to give the same treatment to the other exposed underarm.

Skeppy’s laughter had squeaks intermingled with it, this only heightened when Bad’s other hand came into the mix. The man quickly slammed his arm without the remote down, giggles now becoming unfiltered and his smile free for Bad to view.

“I ahaham! Stohohop!”

Bad smiled fondly down at Skeppy. He moved his hands down to Skeppy’s stomach, delighted by the way it sucked in to try and escape the tortuously light touch. “You are? Well then this must be really bad for you, isn’t it.”

Skeppy’s face was bright red. He wasn’t sure what was worse; being tickled by his best friend, or being teased by his best friend. Either way, he was properly flustered.

“YEHehehes! Yehehes, Bad plehehease-“ Skeppy was cut off with a squeal when Bad brushed over his belly button.

“You know what to do to get me to stop.” Bad gestured to Skeppy’s still raised hand holding the remote.

Skeppy shook his head, making Bad sigh and shake his own head.

“Just remember you asked for this.” Bad, who had seen Skeppy’s reaction to him brushing over his belly button, raised Skeppy’s shirt to expose it. He hovered his hand over it, letting anticipation settle in.

“J-Juhust do it alreheheady!” Skeppy said, arching his back. He quickly regretted his decision when Bad wrapped his arms around his middle and buried his head into his stomach, blowing small raspberries and nibbling along his sides.

Skeppy let out a flustered squeal, cackling into his hands that we’re covering his bright red face.

“Is this good enough for you?” Bad asked teasingly.

“YEHEHES BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!” Skeppy screeched when Bad got closer to the middle of his stomach, babbling out half formed protests.

Bad chuckled, the vibrations sending Skeppy into another round of giggles despite Bad having stopped his movements. “So, are you ready to give in?”

Skeppy paused, he’d honestly forgotten all about the remote that now just laid unprotected above his head. He thought about it, “No.” He decided to play with his friend a little longer.

Bad’s smile widened. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” He dropped his head back down and blew the biggest raspberry he could directly on Skeppy’s belly button, shaking his head to scatter the vibrations around the area.

“BAHAHAHAD-“ Skeppy fell into silent laughter. His voice came back soon, however it was wheezier and he seemed slightly out of breath. Bad took this as his sign to stop, he released his hold on Skeppy’s middle and sat up.

Skeppy wrapped his own arms around his middle, curling up into a little ball in hopes to evade the butterflies still fluttering around in his abdomen.

Bad looked fondly down at Skeppy. His eyes slowly trailed up to see the remote and he quickly snatched it. “Now that that’s settled-“ He said, turning on a movie that was sure to bore them both to sleep, but was at least background noise.

Skeppy didn’t put up too much of a fight when Bad pulled him in close, eventually falling asleep resting against his best friend’s side.

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#lee geppy my belovd 💞#mcyt tickle #ler!bad #ler!badboyhalo #lee!skeppy #happy duo being soft is an added bonus cuz i love them so much

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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Deals and Squeals (lee! Spamton, Ler! reader)

Keep reading

#i hate [..like] this gremlin so much so i was like-#Y E S #LEMME WRECK THIS FUCKER #lowkey tho thats was.. actually really adorable #that fucking among us line tho lmao #such comedic gold in this fic omfg #deltaplume #tickle fic #lee!spamton #ler!reader

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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Forgiveness

Inspired by this ask here

Also, I follow the head cannon that Bad can control his height at will and is usually six foot so he doesn't have to crouch constantly to talk to Skeppy lol (This is written to be platonic btw but you can perceive it to be romantic if you want to)

Possible TW for intrusive thoughts and anxiety

"Skeppy! Come on, I didn't mean it" Bad pleaded, standing behind his diamond friend who was stubbornly ignoring him. “I’m sorry, really I am.”

Skeppy crossed his arms, turning his head away from the demon.

“Skeeeeeeeeepy” Bad whined, tail drooping at his side as he tried to catch his best friend’s gaze but he refused to even spare him a glance. “Please don’t give the silent treatment! That’s so mean!”

Skeppy only huffed, keeping his eyes ahead of him and hunching in on himself further to make his point.

Bad had seemed intent on trolling him like he had done to the demon so many times. He’d found Skeppy sitting on Tommy and Tubbo’s bench, watching the land with a glazed look. He was so caught up in the idea of his prank he didn’t see the exhaustion and tenseness in Skeppy's posture. He’d joked about Skeppy not being his best friend, insisting Quackity was instead. Skeppy had been having a bad day as it was, insomnia keeping him up the entire night and his thoughts spiraling into a dark chasm of low self worth. His mind taunted him with scenario after scenario of being tossed aside by his friends and left alone. The jokes became too much for him to handle. He’d lashed out at the demon, giving in to his anger and vented at someone who didn’t deserve that kind of heat.

He’d stood up somewhere in his blind rage, turning his back on Bad once he’d yelled himself hoarse and felt his eyes prickle with heat. Regardless of Skeppy’s rage fueled outburst meant to hurt him, BadBoyHalo had always been selfless. Instead of ‘pissing off’ like Skeppy had demanded him to do, (he couldn’t find it in him to berate him for the curse), he took the diamond hybrid’s words in and immediately tried to fix his mistake.

Skeppy was ignoring him out of spite at this point but he could feel himself crumbling the longer Bad tried to get his attention. Shutting Bad out worked about as well as keeping water in a bucket that had a hole in the bottom.

Silence had enveloped the air, Skeppy only realizing after noticing his friend hadn’t spoken in awhile. He forced himself not to look over his shoulder to see if Bad had given up and walked away. The idea made his heart ache painfully. It was the same ache that had made a home in his heart the night before with thoughts of being abandoned...

“Skeppy? Please look at me?”

Skeppy squeezed his eyes shut. Bad definitely hadn’t left and he was using his damn soft voice on him, it never failed to make him cave. He blew out a defeated breath, letting his tense posture dissipate. Turning his head marginally to give Bad a side eye, he made sure to keep his gaze plain and void of any emotion. Bad was watching him with kind eyes, his hands wrung together in distress.

“I’m sorry” Bad said meekly but with no lacking sincerity, “Skeppy I didn’t know you were already going through something...I’m sorry.”

Skeppy held his gaze. Bad was anxiously shifting his weight, tail laying limply beside him and he looked so scared Skeppy was mad with him. Goddamn this guy for being able to break down his walls like they were nothing.

The diamond boy sighed, pressing a fist to his face and let out a shaky sigh. He couldn’t find it in him to be petty and keep up the silent treatment. He threw caution to the wind, desperate for some comfort now that he felt like he was going to shatter. “Can I have a hug Bad?” He whispered.

Instantly, arms wrapped around his middle, a tail coiling around his waist and he felt Bad’s head rest on top of his fluffy hair. He gripped the demon’s wrists, swallowing as tears filled his eyes. He didn’t want to cry. He’d held out for so long, he hadn’t cried in weeks. The burning behind his eyes was unbearable, and the next thing he knew, he was sobbing in Bad’s arms, gut wrenching cries making Bad’s heart split in two.

“Oh Skeppy” he murmured, squeezing him close, “it’s okay, let it out.” He then started to purr.

Skeppy instinctively pressed himself flush against his friend, the purring had always soothed him faster than anything else. It was familiar, steady, and it reminded him so much of his bond with the demon. Bad only purred around people he was truly comfortable with, people he loved and trusted with all of his heart. Skeppy was one of those few.

“I-I’m sorry” he whimpered, turning himself to bury his head into Bad’s neck, the purring right beside his ear. “I s-shouldn’t have y-yelled but I was s-so- so- B-Bad I’m sorry.”

Bad made a low sound, his worry seeping into his tone. “Don’t apologize, I’m the one who needs to be sorry” His hold on Skeppy was tight but comforting. “I shouldn’t have gone that far, whether you were having a bad day or not, it wasn’t nice.”

Skeppy gave a wet laugh, choked and strained. “Figures you’d be concerned about niceties.”

Bad smiled, nudging his head against his smaller friend’s. “You know me.”

Skeppy nodded, voice cracking without his permission as he whispered “I do.”

Bad swayed a little, his purring remaining strong but soft, lulling Skeppy into a feeling of safety. It always worked. He gripped the soft fabric on the back of Bad’s hoodie, eyes fluttering closed as he took in a deep breath, grateful it didn’t shake.

“Do you want to go home?” Bad asked quietly by his ear.

Skeppy nodded tiredly, wrapping his arms more securely around Bad as he knew what was going to happen. Bad’s arms slipped around his knees and back, scooping him up like he weighed nothing more than a couple of grapes. Bad set off for their shared home, holding Skeppy securely so as not to jostle him with his steps. The mobs were either deterred from attacking by the torches lining the pathways or the intimidating demon staring them down if they even looked in their direction.

Skeppy shuddered as Bad stepped into the house, the warmth washing over him making him aware of how cold he was in his thin hoodie outside. Bad walked through to the lounge, sitting down with Skeppy still in his arms. He lay back on the cushions, his tail coming around to wrap around Skeppy’s waist. The diamond hybrid curled into the demon’s chest with a sigh, burying his face into the familiar hoodie. A large hand settled on his lower back while the other brushed through his fluffy hair, making him melt further into Bad.

The demon’s purring had subsided much to Skeppy’s disappointment, making his guilt claw at him again. ‘He stopped purring because he’s tired of you crying on him, pull yourself together and stop being selfish’ his mind hissed at him.

“Sorry for being like this…” Skeppy mumbled.

The hand in his hair lightly bopped him on the head. “Shush Muffinhead” Bad scolded gently, resuming playing with the younger’s hair. “You know I care about you, you don’t have to apologize for being upset.”

Skeppy clenched the material between his fingers, his mind twisting Bad’s words and whispering the opposite. ‘He’s pitying you, you’re a burden, you’re worthless.’

He shook his head. “Still, you shouldn’t have to deal with me.”

Bad’s hands stopped in their gentle motions, Skeppy hated himself for missing the feeling immediately. His brain was right, he was being selfish. He was taking up Bad’s time. He didn’t deserve this-

“Stop it.”

Skeppy blinked at Bad’s voice, low and soft. He blinked up at the demon, horrified to realize his eyes were filled with tears again. Bad was gazing at him with such a sad expression it made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He made Bad upset. He did this.

“W-What?” Skeppy rasped, his voice weak from his earlier outburst and crying.

“Stop thinking mean thoughts,” Bad murmured, taking Skeppy’s face in both hands. “Please Skeppy, you can’t keep beating yourself up over the fact that I care about you.”

Fat tears rolled down Skeppy’s cheeks and he stuttered out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the demon’s caring face. “I-I can’t help it” he whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me Bad...am I broken?”

He felt his head being tilted forward and a gentle surface pressed against his brow. He fluttered his eyes open, his vision blurred with tears but he could see Bad. Bad had gently rested his forehead onto Skeppy’s right between his tall horns.

“You’re not broken” Bad whispered, his voice cracking with barely held back tears. “You’re...you’re you, and you’re amazing Skeppy, I love you so much, please- please don’t think I’m burdened by being your friend, I’m here cause I want to be. Your head may be saying otherwise, but I’m here because you matter to me.”

Bad opened his eyes, his white glowing irises seemed to stare straight into Skeppy’s soul. “You matter to me Skeppy, you may not believe it now, but I’ll keep reminding you until you do.”

Skeppy stared at his friend, his quiet, sincere confession making his toxic brain shut up for a moment. He then let out a small chuckle, void of any mirth but his small smile was genuine. “T-Thanks Bad.”

It was all he could say without breaking into a sobbing mess again. He’d already done that to Bad tonight and he didn’t want to do that again, Bad had done enough already for his useless ass-

“Skeppy.”

Skeppy blinked at Bad’s expectant stare. “How do you know?” He couldn’t help but ask, “every time my brain says something bad, you just...know.”

Bad shrugged with a sad smile. “You get a look in your eyes, guess I’ve just known you long enough to recognize it.”

Skeppy pulled back from Bad’s hands, looking at him in surprise. “You can read me that easily?”

Bad’s smile grew a little more, nodding. “You’re my best friend,” he said.

Skeppy had to push back the need to cry again at how simple it was. “O-Oh” he whispered.

Bad exhaled a chuckle. “Yeah, ‘oh’.” He tugged at Skeppy’s sleeve. “Now c’mere, I want my cuddle time.” Skeppy dove back into the embrace, the comforting weight of Bad wrapping his arms back around his middle made him go boneless. He bounced a little as Bad laughed softly. They lay in silence for a long time, Skeppy hugging Bad with a relaxed grip while the demon held him securely and rubbed his back in long soothing motions. It was a very domestic scene, and Skeppy hadn’t felt this level of safety and warmth in a long time. Go figure, an overprotective demon from the pits of hell made him feel safe and warm.

He was on the cusp of falling asleep when Bad’s fingers dragged a little too close to his hip. He involuntarily flinched at the tingly sensation, mumbling nonsense into Bad’s hoodie. The rubbing stopped and sleepy Skeppy was not happy about that. He dragged a lazy hand behind him, knocking at Bad’s hands that were paused on his lower back.

“Keep going” he mumbled sleepily, dropping his hand back onto the couch cushion.

Bad’s soothing motions resumed and Skeppy hummed happily, nuzzling into Bad’s chest. He was unaware of Bad’s fond smile and watchful eyes. The back rubs continued like normal then Bad’s fingers slipped over his side and swiped over the area. Skeppy flinched again, a soft whine pulling from his throat.

“Bad?” He murmured.

“Yeah?”

Skeppy caught the playful tone and lifted his head to look at Bad with half lidded eyes. The demon was looking at him fondly, but his smile was somewhat mischievous.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Bad’s gaze somehow got even softer. “You’re ticklish,” he said simply, “and I want to make you laugh.”

Skeppy’s cheeks heated with a blue tinge, his lips parting in surprise. “Y-You...why?”

Bad smiled. “You deserve to laugh.”

‘Damn it Bad. Stop saying such nice things that make me want to cry’ Skeppy thought but he was internally melting at the sweetness of the demon’s words.

He dropped his head back onto Bad’s chest, a mixture of tiredness and need to alleviate the lingering heaviness in his heart. He nodded. “...Okay” he yawned, only half coherent at this point. “Just be gentle m’kay?”

“Of course.” Bad’s voice was velvety and filled with adoration.

His left hand trailed back to his side, slowly wiggling his fingers against Skeppy’s side while his right one moved to trial over his back softly. Skeppy hummed lowly, the gentleness of the sensations were still making him want to squirm but it wasn’t as intense as the tickling he was used to. He was familiar with rough tickling meant to make you beg for mercy and laugh until you couldn’t breathe. The soft, gentle tickling on his skin was nice. Really nice actually.

Bad massaged his fingers up and down Skeppy’s side, smiling at the quiet huffs from the diamond hybrid. “This good?” He asked.

Skeppy gave a quiet squeak as Bad’s nails just got at the edge of his ribcage

“Bahad- HEhey!” Skeppy squeaked when he felt a velvety touch brush across his belly.

Bad giggled, nuzzling Skeppy’s hair. “Sorry, my tail wanted to tickle you too.”

So that’s what that was. The soft, sweeping motions on his bare stomach tickled in the lightest, most flustering way. Bad wasn’t even trying to tickle him hard, yet his skin was so sensitive to the previous tickling it made him so much more giggly.

“Ihihit tihickles” Skeppy pressed his face into Bad’s hoodie to muffle his quiet, tumbling giggles.

“Well I hope so you Giggly Muffin” Bad chuckled, skittering his nails up both sides of his ribcage, his tail flicking over Skeppy’s stomach. “And no hiding those adorable giggles, I want to see your smile~”

Skeppy shook his head with a wide grin. “Noho.”

“No?” Bad repeated in faux surprise,

Skeppy shook his head again. “Noho” he insisted.

“Well that won’t do!” Bad tutted and blew a raspberry into Skeppy’s neck.

“Bahad!” Skeppy squealed quietly, ducking his head to hide from the demon.

“Yes?” Bad hummed, blowing another into the now exposed side.

Skeppy tried to hide his sensitive neck from Bad, giggling madly, but every time he did, Bad would simply go for the other side. He scrunched his shoulders up to his ears,

“Oh, now I can’t tickle your neck!” Bad hummed disappointedly. “How am I gonna see your face now?”

“Yeheah, whahat chuhu gohohonna doho bohout ihit” Skeppy giggled.

“Hmm” Bad waited for a moment, stilling his hands on his friend’s lower ribs. He then slipped his hands under Skeppy’s hoodie quickly, lightly skittering over his back.

Skeppy let out a high squeal, arching his head up in response to the soft tickling and exposing his blue blush and wide grin.

“Awww there he is!” Bad cooed, “there’s my favorite smile!”

“Noho” Skeppy squeaked, his eyes squeezed his eyes shut from Bad’s adoring sound. He flopped back down onto Bad’s chest, trying to hide from the blatant affection being displayed so easily. He wasn’t good with compliments okay?

“You’re a little squeaky toy aren’t you? Squeak, squeak, squeak!” As he spoke, Bad gently pinched at Skeppy’s upper ribs, making him flinch and squeak at every touch. It normally wouldn’t be that bad, but the skin to skin contact made it tickle so much more. He usually had high stamina when it came to tickling, but the light tickling was breaking him down a lot more effectively than he thought it would.

“Bahad” Skeppy scrunched his shoulders up as he shook his head weakly. “Stohop wihith thehe rihibs.” Bad giggled and lifted his hands to skitter under Skeppy’s jaw and neck, grinning as the man shrunk down on his chest, turning his head left and right to evade the spidering. “Nohoho nohot thehe neheheck agahain!” He whined through his bubbly laughter.

“You’re so cute,” Bad cooed, his tail wagging happily at Skeppy’s endearing sounds.

Skeppy suddenly squealed, arching and lightly beating his fist into the demon’s chest. “Bahad!” He dropped a hand to bat at his stomach as he laughed. “Yohour tahail!”

“Oh!” Bad giggled in surprise, “I forgot it was in there.”

Skeppy shook his head, the fast flittering twirling over his stomach and waistline endlessly making him curl in on himself. “Ihihit tihihickles soho bahad” he whined.

Bad leant in close to his ear, his fangs peaking out in his fond grin. “Does it? Does it feel soft and fluttery Skeppy? Is your lil belly too ticklish for some tickles? Hmm?”

“Bahad” Skeppy giggled louder, covering his flushed face in his hands.

“Mhm?”

Skeppy was adoring every second of this but he felt his tiredness catching up to him. A night of no sleep and a mental breakdown makes you exhausted, who would’ve thought? He made a mental note to ask for more gentle tickles in the future, they were really nice.

“Bahad gehentler plehease?” Skeppy asked through his bubbly laughter.

Bad complied, dropping his hands back down to Skeppy’s sides and traced shapes into the man’s sides and lower back. His tail wrapped around his waist again, the tip just tracing his stomach in a soothing manner. Skeppy melted into the sensations with a stream of breathy giggles, eyes fluttering closed again as the feelings lessened to a more bearable level.

“Cahan you puhurr again?” He asked quietly, voice slurring as he slipped further into a sleepy state.

Bad smiled and let his chest stutter with the familiar rumble, deep and solid and providing comfort to both Skeppy and himself. Purring for demons was showing their full trust in their loved ones. He felt like he was missing something whenever he was out in public with Skeppy, too afraid to purr in front of the others on the server. But here, alone, and holding his best friend, his purrs filled the silence and it felt right.

“Feel better Skeppy?” Bad murmured, voice shaking with his deep purrs.

Skeppy nodded, too tired for words and cuddled closer to Bad to try and show what he meant. He felt a soft kiss be placed in his hair and hummed happily.

“Love you Skeppy,” Bad whispered, squeezing him a little and letting his hands simply settle on Skeppy’s waist.

“ ‘ove you too” Skeppy slurred, nuzzling Bad’s hoodie.

They relaxed in a comfortable tangle of limbs, their smiles remaining as they slept easy. Skeppy felt better than he had in a while. Guess that’s what happens when your best friend is the sweetest person on the server.

#i.. adore.. this a lot...#*faints*#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!skeppy #ler!bad

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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I did this a little bit ago, but I like it a lot hehe

#the cuteness wat da fudge #i love these two if yall couldn't tell already >_>#tickle art #mcyt tickle #lee!skeppy #lee!badboyhalo #lee!bbh

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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SORRY I BEEN BUSY here’s a thing lol

#ah god dammit #if this isn't me then idk what is #shit xD #tickle community

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shy-and-bubbly · 3 years

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Calm Waters

This is based of a video were George, Sapnap and BadBoyHalo have an hour to kill Dream, with periods of invincibility for both teams. While trying to save George, BadBoyHalo gets stuck on a boat with Dream. Dream decides to have a little fun and waste some of Bad's time.

I originally planned this to be more intense, but seen as my first fic was intense, I went softer on this one. More fun tickles than torture.

I'm not sure how the fandom see this, but I headcanon that the manhunt videos and DreamSMP take place in the same universe, just at different times. Dream and his friends used to give each other challenges of hunter and prey before Dream settles to make DreamSMP and invited people to it. Now with all the plot stuff, Dream and his friends obviously don't do the manhunts anymore.

This is all platonic.

((originally this was going to be called Don't Rock the Boat but I worried it would make people uncomfortable))

The manhunt was going as well as expected for the trio. Dream was proving to be as slippery as usual, evading George, Sapnap and BadBoyHalo whenever they got close to killing him. It did not help that Dream had killed each of them a few times and he was getting cocky.

“BAD! HELP!” George screamed as he ran through the grassy biome. From the sound of the steps behind him, Dream was right on his tail.

“COM’ERE GEORGE!”

“BAD!”

“I’m coming!”

Bad ran over the sandy grounds. He came to the other side of the river where he could see George and Dream running on the grassy hill. George was frantic in his run while Dream was a hunter, running with intent.

“BAD!”

“Get to the water!”

Bad ran to the river’s edge. He pulled out his boat he crafted earlier, jumping in as soon as it hit the water. George tried to head for the water, but he saw the shadow of Dream behind him and panicked, running off away from the water.

“George! Get in the boat!”

“Get him off me first!”

“Get in and we can sail away!”

George made another attempt for the boat, but he had ran too far off. By the time he turned and headed to the boat, Dream made a beeline towards Bad.

“Dream no!” Bad attempted to turn the boat, but before he could move off, Dream jumped into the boat.

“Hi Bad Boy!”

“Get out! George!” Bad was frantically looking around for his friend, and felt frustration rise as he saw George run over the hill. “GEORGE!”

“I’m sorry Bad!” George gave a frantic apology before he disappeared past the grass. Leaving Dream and Bad alone

“Oh Baaaad~” Dream taunted, softly, behind the demon.

“D-Dream. Let’s talk about this…”

The boat was drifting from the edge, floating out to the middle of the river. Bad considered going going for the river’s edge but there was no way he could run away fast enough.

“Sure Bad. Let’s just get out the boat and have a nice long chat.”

Fear spiked up Bad’s spine. “N-No!”

“Well then. Looks like we’re on a boat ride together.”

Bad grunted out his frustration again, and Dream snickered. As fun as it was to mess with him, Dream realised he was trapped too. Bad kept the boat just shy of reaching the open ocean. All he had to do was wait for the rest of the hunters and Dream would be surrounded.

He needed to get out…but he could also have a little fun…

Dream smirked and pulled himself forward. Bad turned his head to look over his shoulder and then squeaked as Dream put his hands on Bad’s side.

“N-No! Dream! You can’t hurt me!” Bad babbled.

“I’m not hurting you Bad.” Dream chuckled. Before Bad could reply, Dream got to work. He lightly skittered his fingers up and down Bad’s side. Bad’s hoodie was already thin, so it didn’t take much pressure for Bad to feel it.

And feel it he did.

Bad squeaked as soon as Dream’s fingers moved. He wriggled on his seat, arching his bad to get away but Dream’s fingers followed.

“D-Dreheheheam! Wh-Whahahat are you d-dohohoing?!” Bad giggled.

“I’m not doing anything.” Dream grinned. His plan worked out better than he could have hoped. Not only was Bad ticklish, but his giggles were the definition of adorable. They were as high pitched as his voice, with little bubbles of squeaks between the laughter.

“What’s wrong, Bad?” Dream cooed.

“Yohohour tihihihihihihickling mehehehe!” Bad let go of the rows to grab for Dream’s wrists. He tried pushing his friend away, but he had no strength. Dream was literally tickling the strength out of him.

“Aww, am I? Oh well that explains your adorable laughing!”

Bad’s cheeks blushed blue as he wriggled on his seat. “Nohohohoho!” He flustered under Dream’s teasing, making his skin sensitive and stomach flip with butterflies.

“Do you blush blue? Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” Dream giggled along with his friend. He started pushing in with his tickling to be firmer. His fingers spider walked up to Bad’s ribs, squeezing and tickling over the bones.

“Nohohohoho! STOHOHOHOP! Dreheheheahahaham!” Bad wriggled to escape but there was nowhere to go. Jumping out was death and even as he was being tickled madly he still had enough sense to know that was the worst choice.

Bad arched his back again, but his body struggled and he fell back, bumping back onto Dream’s chest. Dream took the advantage, pulling Bad more into himself. He leaned his chin over Bad’s shoulder, watching his friend laugh as he played up and down Bad’s ribs like a piano.

“Dreheheheheam! Plehehehehease!”

“I didn’t know how ticklish you were Bad. I should have done this sooner.” Dream whispered into Bad’s ear. “Where’s your weak spot, Bad? Where are you most ticklish?”

“Nohohohohoho!”

Dream heard a thumping on the side of the boat. He panicked for a moment, thinking another hunter had snuck up on them to destroy the boat and jump him, but he looked over to see Bad’s tail was wagging and hitting off the side of the boat.

Dream’s heart warmed.

“Aww Bad~ Are you enjoying your tickles?” Dream cooed. He slowed down his tickling for a bit, just lightly tracing out the bones and spaces between Bad’s ribs.

Bad’s face felt like it was on fire. “Nononono!” He tried to stop his tail wagging, but all he did was manage to slow it down. As a panic his tail wrapped around Dream’s arm, stopping some of it’s movement, but the tip still twitched.

“I think you’re liking this, Bad.” Dream chuckled. With the wiggling and struggling, Bad’s hood had fallen slightly. Dream pushed his chin forward, hooking the opening of Bad’s hood and pulling it back the full way. With Bad’s neck exposed, Dream nuzzled into the skin, using his stubble to tickle his neck.

Bad’s laugh turned into high giggles. He tried to scrunch his neck but Dream was lodged into the spot.

“Nohohoho! DR-DREAM! Gehehehehet ohohohohout!”

“Does my stubble tickle, Bad? Is it tickly against your skin? I didn’t think demon’s were so ticklish.”

“Plehehehehease! Dreheheheam! NONONONO!!! Nohohohohot bo-bohohohoth!”

Dream started tickling Bad’s ribs again, skittering up and down from his ribs down to his sides. He took in a deep breath, and blew small raspberries all along Bad’s neck.

“DREAM! NOHOHOHOHO!!!”

“Does Skeppy know how ticklish you are?” Dream whispered. “Does he tickle you whenever he can? If he doesn’t I should surely tell him. Your laughter is too sweet not to hear.”

“Stohohohop! N-No teheheasing!” Bad raised his hands to cover his face. The tip of his tail was flicking back and forth on top of Dream’s arm without his control, making his face burn.

“Awww, does it make you blush when I tease you? Does it make it tickle more?” Dream cooed into Bad’s ear. Bad squirmed to move away but the boat didn’t offer much escape, and Dream followed him easily. His chin stayed nuzzled into Bad’s neck, blowing raspberries and nibbling into his skin.

“Nohohohohoho!” Bad unwrapped his tail from Dream’s arm, beating it against him in some sort of futile attempt to stop him, but also hiding the fact he couldn’t stop his tail wagging. Dream chuckled.

“If you hate it so much, you can always get out the boat. I can’t tickle you if you run.”

“Buhuhut th-thehehen you’ll j-juhuhust ki-IHIHHI--!” Bad screamed as Dream blew another raspberry on the back of his neck. “NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

Dream took note of the reaction and did it again. Bad screamed with laughter and squirmed back into Dream. If he couldn’t get out of Dream’s arms then he’d push himself as far back into Dream’s chest and cover his neck.

Dream stopped tickling his friend, but he kept his hand in claw formation around Bad’s side, serving as a warning. Bad giggled with the ghostly tickles. He rubbed his neck back on Dream’s chest, trying to dislodge the tickly feelings.

“Pl-Please…” Bad panted. His hands lowered from his face to grab over Dream’s wrists again. He made an attempt to pull at them, but the hands wouldn’t budge. His grey face still had a blue tinge to his cheeks.

“You can stop this whenever you want Bad.” Dream taunted. “You just need to get out the boat.”

“Y-You’ll kill me if I do!” Bad accused. His tail had stopped now, lazily falling over Dream’s arm again.

“Then I guess you’re stuck here, in my tickly clutches.” Dream grinned, his fingers just started to vibrate slowly over Bad’s side and the demon started squirming like a fish out of water.

“Nonono! Nohohoho!!!” Bad’s feet started kicking on the bottom of the boat. “Dreahahahaham!”

“You’re hardly even fighting back, Bad. I think you really do like this. Your tail is saying so.”

“DREAM!”

Dream carried on tickling, running his hands up and down Bad’s sides and ribs. He moved to try and get at Bad’s neck again when he heard a shout from over the hill.

“BAD! Where are you?!”

It was Sapnap, coming in to save his friend after George probably spilled that he’d left Bad alone with Dream. Like a white knight he came running over the hill as Dream stopped his hands.

“Dream! Get away from him!”

“Damn. Our fun is over.” Dream grumbled like he was genuinely upset and went back into survival mode. He stopped suddenly, pulling his hands away from Bad and made a jump for the water. He swam for a second until he heard Sapnap jump in the water behind him and then he pulled out a boat and was off, speeding out into the open ocean.

“NO!” Sapnap shouted. “Bad! Get after him!” He climbed into the boat behind his friend, glaring at him when he realised Bad wasn’t moving, but it switched to confusion when he saw Bad’s shoulders were shaking.

“Uh… Bad. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” Bad snapped. The last of the ghostly tickles were leaving his body. His skin was prickly and extra sensitive. He nearly jumped out of the boat when Sapnap touched his shoulder.

“What happened between you two?” Sapnap asked, his voice was annoyed they were losing Dream but he seemed genuinely concerned for his friend.

“Nothing! Let’s go!”

Bad grabbed the oars of the boat and the two were off. Dream was a green dot on the night’s horizon but at least they could see him. All they needed to do was catch up.

“Bad, what is wrong with your tail? It won’t stop moving.”

Bad felt his cheeks heat up again and tucked his tail under his hoodie.

#HNNNNG-#ohmygod my heart #that's so cute #the poor ticklish demon #i almost feel bad for him #...almost xD #dsmp tickle #ler!dream #lee!badboyhalo #mcyt tickle

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