“Geheheheppyyyyy, thahahat tihihickles!” The demon giggled below the diamond boy, squirming around, but not away. “So you did lie to me, well I’d say you deserve this after lying~” Bad giggled up a storm as Skeppy’s hands migrated to his stomach, vibrating his fingers into Bad’s stomach. Bad let out a shriek, his hands balled up in fists, trying to bear the sensations. “NONONOHOHO SKEPPEHEHEHE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Of course Skeppy knew Bad didn’t mean it, if he really wanted it to stop, he could get out of this situation easily. It seemed Bad was enjoying himself more than he was letting on, though it was fairly obvious anyways as he practically squirmed into the ticklish touches.
“But whyyyyy?~ You seem to enjoy this spot~” Skeppy teased in a smug tone, toning down the touches to spidering motions. Bad shook his head to deny the claim, and Skeppy chuckled at the attempt, “No~? You don’t like it here~? Then why are you laughing, giggles~? Did I say something funny~?” Bad’s shrieks toned down into soft titters, “Ihihihit’s behehecahahause yohohour tihihickling mehehe!” Skeppy decided to be a little mean, “Me? Tickling you? No, this is tickling you~!” Skeppy’s fingers moved to vibrate into Bad’s ribs, making sure to get in between the bones to get him really laughing. Bad squealed and burst into loud, squeaky laughter, “NONONOHOHOHO THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE! SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Skeppy smirked, “You brought this on yourself, Bad~” Though the tail wagging behind him told him that Bad was having fun anyways.
Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.
Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together
Word Count: 1685
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And the universe said I love you.
"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.
"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.
Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."
Another poke made him squeal.
And the universe said you have played the game well.
"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."
"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.
"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."
Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.
And the universe said everything you need is within you.
"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.
Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.
"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"
And the universe said you are stronger than you know.
A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.
Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.
Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.
But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...
"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"
Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.
But this wasn't "normally" anymore.
"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"
"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"
"Revenge, old man!"
And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.
And the universe said you are the daylight.
"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.
So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.
And the universe said you are the night.
"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.
"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."
Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.
"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"
"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!
He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.
"PLAY!"
"Fr-Frahahahahan!"
And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.
Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.
The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."
Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."
The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."
"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."
And the universe said the light you seek is within you.
"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."
Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"
"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."
Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.
"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"
Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.
"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"
"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"
"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"
"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"
And the universe said you are not alone.
"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.
"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."
"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"
Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.
"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"
And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.
"Jealous?"
Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.
"J-Jealous of what?"
"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."
"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."
"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.
"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."
And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"
"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.
Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.
"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"
As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"
And the universe said I love you because you are love.
"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.
"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"
"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!
Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"
And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"
"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
I have an idea if anyone wants to write it, the main reason they all fight so hard to win in the manhunts isn't because they're competitive, it's because the loser(s) gets wrecked as a punishment for losing. If Dream wins he gets to wreck all five hunters individually for as long as he wants or until they safeword. If the hunters win Dream gets wrecked by five lers until he safewords.
Also idea credit goes to Dove! Thank you Dove for letting me write this!
You had been watching MCC from multiple views not necessarily a lesser POV but just a POV you weren’t as interested in was on your phone
You had about 3 on your laptop
One one on the tv
You were still missing so many POVS but the main POV the main one you cared about most was bad’s and that’s why his was on the tv! Time passed and more time passed but it all felt like no time at all and suddenly the event was over, bad came out of his room looking very tired and pretty sad as he tried to smile at you.
You smiled at him and patted the space beside you, he came and sat beside you. You gently wrapped an arm around him pulling him into a side hug “hey what’s all the pouting about didn’t you have fun?” He nods slightly “well yea I did but I was really hoping we would do better than we did” You frown slightly “hey hey you may not have done the best out of everyone but you did your best and you had fun and that’s all that matters” He nodded smiling very softly but not genuinely you get an idea to try and help him smile genuinely “hey bad?” He looks up at you “yea y/n?”
You smirk softly “what if I had some friends help cheer you up?” You wiggled your fingers softly at him and he squeaked before wiggling out of your hold “eek! Nonono noohoho friends needed!” You smiled softly and innocently “awe but bad they just wanna cheer you up!” He began to smile nervously as he shook his head “nope no no no need I’m happy see I’m already smiling!” You nod “well you are but they just really wanna make sure it’s a genuine smile” and so without another word you grab bad tackling him to the couch sitting on his thighs to pin him down
He squeaks in surprise “eek! Nohoho!” You smile happily “Too late my friends wanna hear your giggles!” You giggle your own self as you wiggle your fingers just above his stomach quickly darting your fingers towards his stomach but pulling back just before your fingers touched down! He squealed softly as he jerked “eep! NO!” “Awe I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already squealing how cute!” He began blushing as he shook his head softly “shuhush yooouuu muhubuffihihnn heheahahddd!” You pretended to think for a second “hmmm no! I don’t wanna shut up!” You quickly began vibrating into the middle of his stomach making him squeal louder as he began laughing “EEP NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Awee to ticklish bad? Are you just too ticklish here? Hmm such a ticklish little cutie aren’t you? Hmm?” He began blushing more as he laughed loudly “SHUHUHUSSHHH DOHOHOHNNTTT SSHAHAHYYY TTHAHAHTTT!” You smirked softly feigning forgetfulness “oh right saying tickle flusters you doesn’t it? It makes everything tickle so much more doesn’t it?” He nods his head laughing loudly still “YEHEHESSS” You slow down to gentle tracing to give him a small break before starting again “That’s just so adorable, it’s even more adorable how you can say it most times but that anytime you can’t it means you’re in a lee mood!” His blush had now begun to spread to his face as he giggled residually
“Shuhuhsshhh ihihihi dohohonnttt gehehettt lehehe moohohohoddsss!” You snickered softly “then why are you letting me tickle you then? And don’t use the because I’m having fun excuse” his giggles finally slowed to a stop as he began to admit defeat “fine maybe I do get lee moods sometimes… I’m not a lee though I’m a switch!” He crossed his arms huffing softly as he turned his head away, you gently wiggled a few fingers on his neck making him fall back into soft giggles “yes I know you’re a switch usually a very soft and easily flustered one though and this time seems to be no different” He blushed crimson even though he knew you were right it didn’t make it any less flustering! “You’re a muffin head” he smiled softly and genuinely at you
You smiled genuinely back “I know I am but so are you, so muffin you wanna keep going or stop?” He took a moment to answer even though he knew his answer instantly he was still too embarrassed to admit it so quickly “um some more would be nice…” you nod softly “alright any specific spots or techniques?” His blush began to spread to his ears as he says “well um I- I uh I…. Well…. Ireallylikearmpitandhipticklesbutraspberrieswouldbenicetoo” you smile widely at how precious he is “No problemo bad I can do all of that at once! We’ll make that the big finale and then we can eat ice cream and watch some tv okay?” He smiles softly nodding excitedly “okay”
You lift up his shirt just enough to expose his sides and tum button, as one hand rests on his left hip and your other rests in his right armpit, you slowly lower your face down to his stomach,your breathe and the feeling of anticipation alone making giggles bubble out of him “ehehahhaha” you smile even more before finally taking a big breathe! You place a huge raspberry right on his tum button as your left hand squeezes his hip and your right hand vibrates your fingers into the middle of his armpit! He screams slightly before falling into the loudest laughter yet! “AAAHHH HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!” You begin blowing various raspberries all over his sides and stomach, but the silent laughter comes when you intermix nibbles into them, as your hands switch sides and the hand previously squeezing his hip has now switched to a more drilling and massaging type motion! And so after only a few short seconds of silent laughter that was your queue to stop! You quickly climb off him gently rubbing away the phantom tickles on his tummy “you good bad?”
He nods tiredly through residual giggles and the occasional hiccup “*hic* ihihihimmm gohohohoddd *hic* thhahhannkksss” You smile happily as ever “anytime bad anytime” you go to the kitchen and grab some ice cream for the two of you and by the time you’re back bads giggles and hiccups have stopped and he’s now sitting up picking out a show for you both
And so the rest of the night was spent eating junk food and watching trash tv but you couldn’t have asked for anything different
Bad was in a STRONG lee mood. His leg bounced subconsciously, he couldn't sit still, his face felt hot, and he felt a constant need for physical affection. Dream was sat next to him on the couch, occasionally sneaking a worried glance at Bad's bouncing leg. Bad suddenly poked Dream’s side and quickly turned away acting like nothing happened. Dream jumped at the poke and looked at Bad confused.
"Bad?"
"Hmm?"
"What was that for?"
"What was what for?" Bad had a sly smile on his face and Dream finally caught on. Bad's eyes went wide as Dream suddenly towered over him. He lied on his back with Dream hovering over him.
"If you want tickles Bad you need to ask politely instead of provoking me." Bad suppressed a squeak at the t-word and flush bright red.
"I-uh-I..." Bad began to stammer, not expecting Dream to make him ask.
"Ok, how about this, I won't make you ask, but you do have to tell me where to tickle you and I will not move until you name another spot. Diamond means small break, Green means full stop." Dream explains, he couldn't be that mean to Bad, especially when he looked like that, those puppy eyes could kill. Bad nodded slowly, he chose Dream for a reason, he wasn’t mean but he was still incredibly teasy and very good at reading emotions.
"D-do I have to say it?" Bad whimpers slightly, trying his best to keep his voice steady.
"I'll allow guiding if that's easier for you." Dream says in a reassuring voice. He settled himself comfortably on Bad's hips and held his hands out infront of him. Bad stared at the large hands for a moment before gently wrapping his small hands around Dream's wrists. He slowly pulls his hands till they rested on his tummy before quickly retreating his hands to cover his embarrassingly red face instead. Dream slowly curled his fingers, feeling Bad's muscles tense up as his began to giggle behind his hands. He sped up slightly so that he was lightly spidering over his hoodie clad tummy.
"Dreheheam!" Bad whined, Dream could hear the impatience in his voice.
"Oh I'm sorry Bad, did you want me to speed up~?" Bad nodded sheepishly and yelped when he felt Dream’s hands slip under his shirt and quickly scribble at his bare tummy. Bad's giggles escalated to soft laughter, but he decided that wasn’t enough. He reached down and squeezed Dream’s wrist which caused him to stop and just rest his hands on his tummy.
"Diamond! I-I cahahan't ask Dreheheam... can you juhuhust wreck me plehehease?" He pulls his hands down slightly to give Dream the puppy eyes. Dream sighs lightly, he hates that Bad can do this to him.
"Want me to drag it out or wrap it up for now?"
"J-just... really bad for a bit and then gentle p-please." 'This man is the literal embodiment of 🥺👉👈' Dream thinks. He gives him a warm smile and nods. His hands slowly dragged down to his hips causing Bad to squeak, both in excitement and nervousness.
"Reeeeaaddyyyy~?" Dream taunts, knowing how bad this spot was for his friend. Bad bashfully covers his face with his right arm while his left hand softly gripped Dream's wrist. He giggled frantically when Dream began massaging slow circles into the sensitive bones.
"Imma need a verbal answer from you this time Giggles~" Bad instantly noticed the Dream purposefully lowered his voice for teasing purposes.
"Quahahack... dohoho ihihihihihit." Dream was happy with that response and instantly drilled into Bad's overly sensitive hips as well as adding quick raspberries to his neck and ears.
"DREHEHEAM PLEHEHEASE!" Dream chuckled lowly in his ear.
"Whaaat? You asked for rough, so I'm giving you rough~" He ended his sentence with a long raspberry to his ear. Bad was hysterical. His shoulder was scrunched up, trapping Dream's head in his neck, his whole body convulsing, his hands gripping tightly at Dream’s arms. Bad lasted a lot longer than Dream thought he would, his lee mood must've been bad. Bad suddenly pushed at Dream’s shoulders.
"OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIH'VE HAHAHAHAHAD ENOHOHUGH DREHEHEAM PLEHEHEASE! GREHEHEHEEN GREHEHEHEHEEN!" Dream stopped immediately and pulled back, he patted his chest lightly.
"You good?" Bad nodded, his eyes closed, his face flushed, and his chest rising and falling as he greedily took in air. Dream reached forward and removed Bad's glasses so he could sleep comfortably. Bad instantly made grabby hands at Dream which made said male melt, he laid down and spooned him gently (and platonicly) and softly drew little circles on his shoulder blades, occasionally sneaking to scratch at the back of his neck to keep Bad giggling a little, the duo fell asleep like that and Sapnap unbeknownst to them took many pictures of them like that and sent them to Skeppy who now will have to explain to Bad why it's his Homescreen on his phone.
Tickle fic! If that sorta stuff is gonna make you uncomfy then feel free to scroll away.
This is for an event! June 8th's prompt was Badboyhalo and non-human attributes :D
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The troll was another silly parkour thing. There wasn’t some big prize for if he completed it though, more of just a finish or he’ll get bullied about how bad he is at it. Bad was still very suspicious, some of the jumps looked too far apart to make. So naturally, Skeppy went through it himself first. That didn’t reassure him of there being no tricks, but at least the parkour on it’s own was possible.
So he started making his way through the first part. They were simple jumps, but he still wobbled a little on them. He was having a sorta hard time balancing in general, since his wings were clipped back with something that had been shoved at him right before he started. He wasn’t really sure how he could cheat, suddenly flying up to avoid a hard jump couldn’t be done discreetly. But he really didn’t think anything of it.
Until he felt a buzzing sensation from it, and immediately crumpled onto the platform he’d stopped at, hysterical giggles rising up.
He tried to shake off the feeling even though it was directly coming from the mechanism on his wings. He looked over at Skeppy like he’d just been betrayed, which he apparently found very funny.
“Quihihit ihihit! Whahahat ihihis thihihis?” He whined through laughter, trying to reach behind him to remove the rude thing.
Skeppy strolled on over to him with a grin on his face. There were various ways to get up and down from the bigger platforms without ruining the experience, since the last one of these had ended up in someone not looking behind them and falling down from the side, where the water for just general misses didn’t reach.
He looked way too smug “Come on, badboy, what’s got you so giggly? You gotta finish the parkour!” He cooed, wrapping an arm around his laughing friend.
Bad just covered his face with his hands. “Thihihis ihihis chehehe-EEP!” He suddenly shrieked at the feeling of fingers spidering over his pinned wings.
“Awww! What, are you forfeiting then?” It was half a challenge, but also a genuine question. They’d had plenty of tickle fights but this was definitely different, so gauging his comfort with it all was a good idea.
“Mrrrn, Ihihi cahahan gehetehet throhough ihihit stihihill,” He insisted. Ever competitive and also not really hating the situation he’d gotten himself in, he stood back up on wobbly legs and made the next jump.
Bad wasn’t in any danger, they never really did this kind of stuff without something to fall into underneath, so he knew he was safe. It was just the thrill of trying to win at something with that unwavering sensation distracting him.
Now, he hadn’t expected Skeppy to just watch him silently, but he definitely didn’t expect to have to hear him say stuff like, “Come on, I know you’re just horribly ticklish but you gotta keep going-!” Everytime he paused either.
He didn’t end up finishing it, after a few more harder jumps he was losing focus and couldn’t stand after he’d curled up. His friend took the hint and led him down, before removing the clips. Huffing playfully, he stretched out his wings and rubbed away the excess tingling.
“You failed the parkour!” Skeppy announced, like he didn’t already know. He was going to just roll his eyes and respond sarcastically, but he saw him wiggle his fingers once and darted away.
“No, quit it! You’re so rude, you cheated!” He yelped, pointing accusingly at his friend.
He just stepped closer in response, and reached behind Bad to quickly wiggle his fingers over his wings again. “You’re not defending yourself at all,” He pointed out fondly after a second, tilting his head.
And yeah, maybe the only physical response was his wings twitching involuntarily, nothing that involved him trying to get away, but that didn’t mean anything, and how dare he even point it out!
He lowered himself to the ground and curled up in embarrassment, but Skeppy just crouched in front of him and continued lightly tickling the soft feathers. “Gohoho awahahay!” He huffed.
“Stop me then,” Was the reply. He even removed his hand for a split second, raising an eyebrow at Bad.
And that was clearly not acceptable. He grabbed both of his hands and placed them back on his wings, staring at the ground the entire time.
“Oh, two hands? You’re just too cute.” He teased, returning to the previous method without any complaint.
Normal occurrences, honestly. At some point, Skeppy had switched to just sorta running his hands through the feathers. And by the look of him quickly stopping that method with a little squeak, staring at Bad’s wings like they’d eaten the last of his rigatoni on national eat a bowl of rigatoni pasta day, anyone walking by could tell they’d be at this for a while.
Bad's favorite lers are Skeppy and Quackity, Change my mind!
Skeppy is gentler with Bad whereas Quackity will wreck him to the point where he can't think straight (not that he did anyway, sometimes I wonder if he's doing it on purpose to fuck with us or if he's genuinely that clueless)
