#ticklish dust sans

[danineedshelp]

So I had the urge to draw lee!dust and ler!killer sooo uhmm

This is the au where nightmare is a dad and dream is the uncle

My love for lee!dust is too real💀😭

Bro really tackled his little brother and made his hood fall off poor dusty

@badsansandstarsansticklestuff I know it isn't the fic but...hope u like? I'm still working on it😭😭

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I'm still alive in this new year

Anywayyyyyyy tickle fic again

Character: Dust & Horror (ship)

Context: they're chilling on Dust bed when his foot starts itching, Horror nicely offers to scratch it for him, Dust regrets saying yes

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Today was a special day: the Bad Sanses finally had a day off ! Nightmare was sick and needed a break, so he just told everyone to do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't bother him. Killer was out in a an AU, meeting with a friend, he said. Dust and Horror stayed together, they were currently in Dust's bedroom, Horror was sitting on the bed and Dust was lying on his back, his legs resting on his boyfriend's lap.

The dusty skeleton was on his phone, playing some games, neither of them were talking, but it was fine: they were just enjoying each other's company. The room was quiet, calm, it was relaxing.

Well... it could have been relaxing if there wasn't this itching sensation on Dust's left foot that wouldn't go away. He didn't want to move so he just rubbed his feet together but it didn't seem to do anything, and it was starting to be very annoying.

- Why are you moving so much ?

Horror asked, a little bit annoyed by the movement.

- My foot's itching and I can't scratch it, and I don't want to sit.

He replied. Horror rolled his eye, Dust was moving so much just because he didn't want to sit for two seconds and use his hand ? Really ? He was being annoying just for that ? Well, he won't get away with it.

- Want me to scratch it ?

- ... yeah, thanks, it's the left foot.

Dust had fallen right into his trap.

- okay, stay still.

Horror put his hand on Dust's ankle to prevent him from moving his foot away and, with the other hand, gently scratch Dust's sole with one finger, making him flinch a little and blush.

- H-hey !

- What ? It's the wrong spot ?

Asked Horror in a fake innocent tone.

- T-that tickles, stop !

- You asked for it, I'm just giving you a hand.

He replied, smiling, and now using three fingers to gently spider all along his sole, making his boyfriend giggle helplessly.

- I dihihidn't ask for thahahat!

He complained, trying to move his foot but Horror was holding it very well.

- You did.

The spiders didn't stop, and instead went up until they reached the toes and turned into scratches just underneath them. Dust was pretty much a giggling mess at this point, his hands covering his mouth and his face completely purple from embarrassment, his phone abandonned on the mattress.

- Is this good ?

Horror asked again.

- N-nohohoho !

- Oh.. then maybe I should remove the sock, maybe that would help.

- WHAT ???

Dust felt his cheeks becoming even hotter, if that was only possible, when he felt his sock sliding off he foot. His only barrier was now gone. And the spiders returned, this time with all five fingers dancing on his sole, making him fall into a pit of laughter again.

It was almost torture. Almost. Because even if it tickled like hell, he could easly escape, all he had to do is sit and push Horror's hand away, but he didn't move, he stayed on his back, because maybe, just maybe, he was having a little bit of fun...

But is was still almost torture, the feeling of spiders, scratches, and small circles on his heel was so much to handle... and Horror was cruel, very cruel, always changing spot so that he wouldn't get used to a certain one, tickling the back as well as the sole and toes... Dust had to grab a pillow to shove his face in it and try to muffle his laughter. But, at least, the itching feeling was gone.

- S-stohohohohohop !!

Dust begged, tears starting to run down his cheeks as he was shaking. Horror chuckled, finding it very amusing to say the least. He eventually decided that Dust had been punished enough and finally stopped, letting go of his ankle as he watched Dust immediately retract his legs in front of his ribcage, catching his breath.

- Feel better ?

- Shut up...

Horror chuckled again, gently petting his boyfriend's head.

The day off definitely didn't apply to tickles, but, hey, was it really that bad ?

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

💖 for both Dust and Nightmare? :3

💖: mouth tickles or hand tickles?

NM: for me I guess hand ? There's more sensations that way, to me at least

Dust: fuck off

NM: if I have to answer you have to answer too

Dust: *gives him the middle finger*

NM: I'll just answer for you then: mouth tickles, he craves intimacy soooo badly

Dust: *goes to bury himself somewhere and let the forest claim him*

[somegrumpynerd]

Follow up to this

All jumpscares must be paid for (and sometimes your backup is too comfy to help)

[comfytickles]

I could just draw this my self but no I'm too lazy plus just had a test at school!! ler dream lee dust tickle art I guess and if you want to do more than could you make it into a comic!!

once again you can always say no!🤓👍I understand..

OKAY GOOD DAY FRIEND👁👄👁

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I had to pull up references I've been out of the fandom that long lmao!

Hope you like it!

(These characters belong to their original artists Ask-Dusttale and Jokublog respectively)

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Hi! in case requests are open

A prayer starter can be.

"Kochou...don't do that..."

with a Lee Giyuu pls

I love the relationship of these two, it is both platonic and romantic.

Please and thank you!

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AHH! I love these two so much holy canoli akjrkejlajkrejkrajkerjkejk Lee!Giyu makes me so happy, and Ler!Shinobu is so fun! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

“You haven’t laughed in a while, Tomioka-san.”

Giyu felt his entire being shiver with anticipation, refusing to look at the woman behind him. He knew what he’d find- that impish smile on her pretty face that dripped with danger. “Kocho…don’t do that…”

“Do what, Tomioka-san?” She was closer. He closed his eyes as he felt her sleeves brush him-

He was gone- running for the hills and leaving behind her surprised gasp. He could make it- he just had to get to the gates leaving the master’s mansion. They were just in sight-

A flutter, a flash. Was that the smell of lavender?

Oh.

Oh no-

“Gotcha!” Shinobu tackled him from behind, her knees colliding with his back and sending them to the dirt below. Giyu didn’t have a chance to catch his breath before her fingers attacked his sides, worming into his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle, Tomioka-san~”

“Tch! K-Koch-ho!” He grunted, pressing his sore arms tightly against his sides in hopes of blocking her fingers. It did absolutely nothing. “S-Stop! Get O-Ohoff!”

“Was that a laugh?” She drew blood. Her fingers grew in pace as they clawed at his ribs, centering around the spots she knew by heart tickled like crazy. In a matter of minutes, Giyu was laughing helplessly beneath her. “Oh my- you’re so ticklish! I don’t understand why you tried so hard to hide it from me.”

“Aheahhaha! K-Kohohohocho, pleahahhahse!”

“It’s far too late to beg, dear.”

“Gehahhahahaha!” Oh she just had to use that stupid pet name! Cheeks burning, he weakly pawed at her hands as they carried on poking and prodding at his sensitive bits. “Ohoohokay, ohohohokay I’m lahahahughing! I’m lahahahhaughing!” He tapped the ground harshly, signaling he was done.

“Aww, and I was just about to get your worst spots too!” Laughing brightly, Shinobu pinched his cheeks sweetly before climbing off him, dusting off her pants. “Thank you for playing with me today, Tomioka-san! Same time tomorrow?”

He groaned in response, making her laugh harder. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the sound.

[lover-of-skellies]

Imagine. Admiring the night sky with Outer, sharing a blanket and snacks. Visiting a planetarium with Sans, and seeing him genuinely interested in something for once. Play fighting with Red on his couch, and accidentally stumbling across a ticklish spot. Cooking a meal with Blue, and goofing around in the kitchen, maybe offering some tips and advice for whatever you're making. Spraying Ink with holy water and seeing him burst into flames. Coming home to a nice meal that was made for you by Axe/Horror, and telling jokes at the table. Maybe you try to feed each other, while you're at it

Imagine. Strolling along the beach with Dream, collecting shells and admiring the view of the water. Curling up against Nightmare's side on a couch in his personal library and reading whatever book he happens to be reading, while one of his tentacles curls around you instinctively and keeps you close. Sitting in the antivoid with Error and sharing chocolate, watching Undernovela together. Your pinky is loosely wrapped around his, since you've been trying to help him get accustomed to your touch. This is all he can handle so far, but you don't mind

Imagine. Taking Killer to a cat lounge for the first time, and seeing the way his eyes light up in delight when he sees the various cats roaming around. Sitting on Dust's bed and stitching up a hole in part of his jacket while he sits nearby and watches you. He doesn't talk much, but he's staring a lot, silently admiring your handiwork. When you finish, he inspects what you've done, and gives a tiny smile in approval, grateful for the help. Trying to choke the shit out of Fresh because he was annoying, but he doesn't breathe, so he continues to poke fun and laugh at you while you struggle. Buying Cross some tacos and chocolate milk, absolutely spoiling him after a long, hard day, and letting him cuddle up to you while you hold him

Imagine. Taking Geno out of the save screen and standing beside him, seeing the look of awe on his face when he sees the night sky for the first time in ages. Being friends with Reaper, despite how he frequently comes and goes, unsure when you'll see him again. You make him a friendship bracelet, and then he vanishes for months, but when you see him again after all that time has passed, he's still wearing the bracelet you'd given him as if it's a reminder of you. Going on cute dates with Lust and clothes shopping with him, showering him in genuine heartfelt compliments and seeing him smile and blush this pretty shade of purple, because with you, he's learning to love himself

[smilingangel582]

Since I got this.... hehehe I'll be writing a sequel now.

The villain strikes again! With backup...

King of the court or any sort of nickname doesn't bother him like it used to. Tobio Kageyama finds it rather a nonchalant aspect in his daily volleyball routine.

His passion to make it arouse this sense of happiness brought him to a rather obnoxious orange little guy who would annoy him to dust.

Now he just needs to set to him to they both are satisfied.

"You better concentrate, Kageyama... or the captain has something planned for you," Hinata's words brought a chill down his spine, recollecting the dares they've been doing, but specifically the captain permitting for round two.

Wearily, he began to set as many as he could to all the spikers.

None of them had forgotten Tsukishima's attack on him. Many looked like they were anticipating him to make a mistake to get his punishment.

Oh, that won't happen, never... he can't relive that again... nuh uh

He shivered now, taking a break by drinking some water. Kageyama's vision was clouded from exhaustion, particularly because he overdid his training, unlike the others... part of that was to be blamed on Tsukishima for tickling him to death.

He leaned back, now feeling his sweat beginning to bead.

"Kageyama~, you shouldn't let your guard down!" It was a sneaky voice from Nishinoya who had snuck up behind him fingers itching to get him. He straightened up and glared at the upperclassmen "Oi, Noya-san you can't do anything to me yet... its still practice..."

"Someone's dying for a play fight." Tanaka and Noya duo laughed at that, and this earned a blush, to be completely honest... he didn't mind, but he also dreaded the fact that this was against all of them and himself.

He hopes Daichi has some sort of empathy towards him... to stop them.

How was he wrong? Because he ended up digging his grave.

Constant pressure in mind made him give Hinata a set too high. In the end, the ball plopped down on the court with a silent echoing tone in depth. Reminding something sinister.

He heard cracking of knuckles and it was to his pure horror, Daichi, then the other responsible senpai-tachi (plural of senpais). They all had the looks of 'we'll teach a slow and painful lesson' and that was something terrifying.

In the end, he was at the receiving end, where Tanaka and Noya each grabbed a knee, squeezing them with pure merciless desires. Then Hinata is impatient to get the sweet death spot on his ribs. Ennoshita and Sugawara had the audacity to tease his ears and neck.

They were all on him, except Tsukishima (thankfully for Kageyama), Yameguchi, the managers and Daichi.

"Man messing with you is so fun!" Tanaka laughed getting the sensitive part of his calf muscles. This was bad... really bad, thought Kageyama, not only were they destroying they were teasing him like crazy... he wanted to crawl into a rock right this instant!

His cheeks were blossoming a colour of pink, almost from embarrassment. His giggles reached several octaves now. "Gahahaha nohoho Ihihihihi hahaha hate thihihis!"

Tsukishkma clicked his tongue "Ah... I can't watch, your doing it wrong..."

"Huh -whoa!" Hinata yelped when he was pushed to the side, the tall guy was now giving directions... Kageyama gawked with horror "Thehehehe hehehell yohohohou agahahahain scrahahahahwny bahahastard?"

"I wouldn't use that tone king, I'm really motivated unlike last time"

Last time he wasn't? Kageyama wanted to argue but a new painfully ticklish sensation passed through his nerves, he just felt like a wave of electric current pass down his limbs now curling as he freed his arms.

"I recently discovered the ribs also have a new switch... the bottom ribs give him an extra sensitivity... try it Hinata"

He was gladly gone but only with passing down his knowledge to his successor in overthrowing the king.

"AHAHAHA NOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA MEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI GIVE! BOHOHOKE!

"Wow, you weren't lying... he got way louder than before..." it seems Daichi sees the limit in Kageyama and grabs the orange haired kid away from him."He pouted. "Aw I wasn't finished"

"Well... I suppose he needed a laugh or two... but i think it's a bit unfair to let him take the torment" Daichi said as he turned to Sugawara who was uneasy "W-why are you looking at me?"

Another tickle war broke and Kageyama could just stay away with his breath easing up to a normal pace. Tanaka was attacking Noya, Hinata enjoyed tormenting Yameguchi along with Tsukishima giving advice. Sugawara's childlike laughter was the spotlight while Ennoshita helped...

This was something no one could stop. Kageyama smiled...

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✨This is perfect and it made my day better, thank you✨

Latest trade with @spiffysiffy Nightmare is getting his comeuppance! The fic is down below.

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So from what I gather, wing, antennae and essentially just grooming in general for the Moth Bois is very intimate if done by the right person ✨✨ awwe

Is there any chance of them trying to do the same for MC to but the Human Version™? 🥺🥺🥺 E.g combing through hair instead of grooming antennae, giving back scratches in place of wing grooming and so on.

How long would it take for each of the Moth Bois to feel comfortable giving back that affection?

How often would they even willingly engage in grooming each other, and do they lean more towards Receiving™ or Giving™?

❤️This ask is pure indulgence I just really f-ing love back scratches and my hair getting brushed 👉👈❤️

(PS it's late here I'm very tired and English isn't my first language so I apologise for any spelling mistakes)

Sans: He adores giving and receiving affection from his darling, obviously; his whole shtick is getting Mc to groom him. The zoo thought he’d be aggressive with touch, but he’ll sit there for hours happily purring while she combs the dust off of him... he really likes giving Mc affection, too. Really likes it. To the point where it’s a bit suspicious just how snuggly he is with his darling zookeeper after all the aggression he showed everyone else.

He likes her hair. He’s always (carefully, not enough for the effect to be noticeable) using his sleep pheremones when she’s around to make her feel relaxed and calm, and when he thinks she’s got her guard down, he reaches out to run his claws over her locks. Sometimes she pulls away, nervous about a massive carnivorous moth monster putting his huge hands near her head, but sometimes she’s eased enough to not really notice and just let him give gentle massages. It feels nice after a long day.

He loves doing it, especially after she’s touched his wings/antennae. It makes him feel like they’re a couple grooming each other... you can pretty much see the love hearts coming off him. He wants to learn to braid.

Red: He’s handsy, obviously. He’s a huge flirt, she’s nice and soft, he’s got four arms and it’s pretty difficult to keep track of all of them, so every now and then when she’s in his enclosure and not paying full attention he’ll tug on her clothes, pinch her thighs or poke her somewhere she’s ticklish. He loves her startled, embarrassed reactions... he really likes when he goes in for a play-bite and she makes funny squawking sounds and tries to bat him away.

He enjoys her being close, and when she admires his wings he puffs up with pride like a courting male bird. But the softer types of affection, like antennae touching and outright grooming, make him embarrassed and fidgety. He’d rather things stayed easygoing and flirty.

Except... when he’s in one of his ‘so bored he’s gone insane’ moods. When he’s like that, he wants all of her attention, all of her touches, he wants everything. If she’s not in his enclosure but he can see her, he might even sing to her; absolutely obscene behaviour, from a moth.

Skull: He doesn’t want to touch, and if anyone tried to touch him he’d bite their limb clean off. He’s endured far too much for far too long, contact has always meant pain, he wants to be left alone in his den with his blankets where no one can hurt him. Mc happily gives him the space he wants, only entering his enclosure to clean up or bring food/nice things- he’s intimidating anyway, the largest of the moths. She initially misinterprets his crush and shyness as his usual hatred of anything alive, so she’s happy to hang back. 

She never tries to push any boundaries. It just makes the warm, fluttery feelings in his Soul even stronger.

... He doesn’t know how to be affectionate. He never had his wings groomed, never had his hands held, he was never sung to- no one taught him that when you love someone there’s ways of showing it. His instincts croon to draw her close and touch her soft hands and hum, but he’s confused, he’s still terrified she’ll hurt him like everyone else has. 

Until he can drum up the confidence to hold her, he’ll settle for stealing her things. He can hold those.

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Sensitive

Killer: Hey Dust?

Dust: ...yea

Killer: if we skeletons can bleed can we be sensitive too ?

Dust: I guess?

Killer: Can I test my question?

Dust: on who?

Killer: You!

Dust: I...uh..don't know about that..

Killer: Oh come on *pokes his ribs*

Dust: AH!.....

Killer: .....did you just...

Dust: no!..

Killer: You did...your sensitive aren't you

Dust: .....

Killer: Haha if I tell horror this you won't live up to it

Dust: DONT YOU DARE tell horror!!!

Killer: HORROR COME HERE!

Dust: Killer noo!

Poor dusty...

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Lee dust and ler lust? Lust likes, making the mysterious cool guy giggle /platonic

Tickle fic

Characters: Dust and Lust (not a ship)

Context: Killer has been annoying the hell out of Dust se he goes to Lust to have some calm and to relax, spoiler: he doesn't.

Btw I'm sorry for the long wait, i was not feeling very well these past few days, really didn't have the motivation to do anything even if I wanted to, so I'm only getting started now, still hope you'll enjoy it !

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Out of all the members of the gang, Killer was by far the most annoying, always talking, wanting to fight, moving, never letting the others breath... and today it was Dust he had chosen to be his victim, and since Dust really did not have the patience to deal with him, or else he would kill him, he simply decided to leave the castle and come back later.

As surprising as it may seem, his destination was Underlust. Not that he wanted to get laid, he just wanted some calm, and surprisingly Lust, who they called Sugar Plum, Plum for short, was pretty chill. He had his boundaries, respected the other's, wasn't overly dramatic and could have pretty good conversations with anyone. The good thing with working with the public was that he had a lot of social skills and could adapt to mostly anyone. So when Dust appeared by the door of his room, he greeted him with a warm smile.

- What is it for your service, dear ?

Plum would always give them sweet nicknames like that, and they never complained.

- Nothing, just needed some calm. Killer's pissing me off.

Plum chuckled a little.

- As always, well, make yourself at home.

He smiled, and watched from his desk as Dust crossed his room to go directly lay down on his bed, facing up. His room was heavily decorated with all sorts of posters, costume accessories, makeup brushes, and many more things, all in different purple and pink shades.

Plum got up to come next to Dust, sitting on the edge of his bed.

- So how was you day ? Apart from Killer, obviously.

Dust just shrugged.

- Boring.

- Nothing exciting ? And here I was waiting for some fun news..

- Nothing.

Short answers, Plum could tell his friend was grumpy. He always was.

Dust sighed, turning his back to face the wall. Plum looked at him, he couldn't let him be in a bad mood, what kind of friend didn't sheer up their pal ? Bad friends, and Plum wasn't a bad friend.

He turned to be right behind Dust, kneeling on the bed.

- I have a little French riddle for you, dear.

A mumble was heard from Dust, he was listening.

- What do you say when a French cat is stirring a pot ?

He asked moving his right hand at the same time to let it rest on Dust's side, making him flinch a little but he didn't chase him.

- I dunno ?

- A chat-touille.

Before Dust could process the answer he felt Plum's fingers digging in his side, making flinch and yelp as giggles quickly made their way out of his throat. He quickly grabbed Plum's hand to move it away but the skeleton in pink was quicker than him: he grabbed his arm with his left hand and blocked it against the wall in front of them. Another great thing with Plum's job: he knew how to hold someone so they won't move.

- I'm not finished, dear ~

He mischievously said, freeing his right hand.

- Well I don't want you to !

Objected Dust. But Plum obviously didn't listen to him, sitting closer to block him against the wall and slowly lifting the Dusty skeleton's shirt, feeling him tense and breather faster in anticipation.

- P-Plum wait-

He tried to beg but was cut by the feeling of a finger slowly tracing all the way up and down from his side to his ribs. Soon other fingers join the first one and started spidering ever so slowly all along his side. He used his only free hand, the one between him and the mattress, to try and muffle his giggles by pressing it on his mouth.

- You're so cute trying to hide like that the fact that you're just so ticklish.. ~

Plum teased, knowing he made him blush a bright purple. He kept on circling on his side, poking it from time to time, enjoying seeing Dust jolt each time, it was madly untertaining, and the sound of muffled giggles only encouraged him to keep going.

It was so soft, so slow, it was like torture to Dust, each time Plum gently spidered on his sides, going all the way to his tummy to circle his navel, he felt like it was too much and not enough at the same time. His tummy was shaking from his helpless giggles, making Plum chuckle sometimes, he was having fun at least.

- you know it is pretty rare working with people as sensitive as you, but it makes the work so much more fun.

- Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup !

He was so weak right now, he couldn't move, couldn't escape the wiggling fingers, couldn't use his magic without hurting Plum, which he didn't want to. He felt him scribble on his lower tummy right under the navel, and let out a squeak when Plum poked it, which he of course noticed and continued to circle around it, poking it every now and then. Dust was shaking all over his body. It was hell and heaven for him.

But what really signed up his death was when Plum grabbed one of his makeup brushes, the little one with really soft bristles that was just laying on the bed to softly brush his armpit, with his arm against the wall it was exposed just enough for the brush to get it. His giggles rose an octave as he blushed more.

- You're doing so well, such a nice little ticklish boy ~

He teased again, gently drawing little circles on his armpit for a good minute before going back down on his side.

- I'll kihihihill you.. !

He weakly threatened him.

- Not before I'm done with you.

He circled his way to his tummy once again, as if he wanted to cover every inch of his ticklish stomach.

- Tickle tickle, dear ~

He teasingly whispered in his ear, using the brush to tickle inside his navel, making him giggle and squeak helplessly. Tears were forming in his eyes, if he had known what awaited him he would have gone somewhere else, but it was to late now, and he was forced to endure this ticklish torment.

Finally, after five long minutes, Plum finally stopped, letting his friend regain his composure and letting go of his arm. Dust quickly put his shirt back in place and sat up straight, his arms around his belly as his attacker got up to put the brush back with the others.

- You know I really prefer you being all giggly than grumpy.

- Shut up !

Yelled Dust, hiding his blushing face under his hood, making Plum chuckle.

But he was right though, Dust WAS in a better mood, it felt good to giggle like that. So maybe it wasn't all that bad ? But even so, he would never admit it, he had his pride. At least what was left of it.

~ end ~

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

For the Bad Sanses: 🖤💓💝

-🎮🌙

🖤: having to sit still, or having to keep your arms up?

NM/Dust - keep their arms up because keeping the arms up does not mean not fighting back, they're gonna kick and wiggle and Nightmare is free to use his tentacles too

Killer/Horror - sitting still, Killer likes challenges and would actually try not to move, and Horror wouldn't want to hit his partner by mistake so he usually tries to not move so much

💓: restraining or no restraints?

Killer - restrainings, despite what he says he likes turning everything into a sort of game and would want to try and break free on his own

NM/Dust/Horror - no restraints, Nightmare because he wants to keep it fun and being blocked brings back bad memories, Dust because he doesn't want to feel too vulnerable, and Horror simply doesn't like being restrained

💝: baby talk or casual teases?

NM - both are good but he reserves baby talk to the ones he is the closest to

Dust/Horror - casual teasing, Dust hates being talked to like a baby and Horror prefers staying casual

Killer - kinda prefers baby talk but casual teasing would break him too

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✨PERFECTION ✨

I LOVE IT

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Okok got it, how about 33-34 with lee!Nightmare and the bad sanses as the lers? Also you're welcome, hope you have a great day or night-! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

33 - I'm not ticklish

34 - I'm betting I can prove you wrong Lee Nightmare

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It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds, are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, Nightmare sans...

“GUYSSS! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Should start running faster. Let’s catch you all up to speed. The gang was playing 2 truths and a lie. It went from: “I use to think of Dust as a Dust bunny” to “I tried to bomb the Star Sanses with paint” Take a guess who said what. Anyhow, Nightmare was not paying attention to what he said but did really care so much anyways. He let it slip out but he’d just lie about it. “You think it’s about his brother??” “I mean, have you seen how they act towards each other??” Dust spat. Horror rolled his eyes and replied with “Whatever ya Dusty skeleton”. After a while, Killer beamed with an idea. “Hey boss, can I try something?” Nightmare blinked in thought. But still agreed. Killer jumped on his sides and Nightmare MIGHT have shrieked. After Dust and Horror watched Killer become a shooting star across the entire room, they looked back at Nightmare. After the octopus saw mischievous glints in their eyes, Nightmare knew...He messed up.

And that brings us to here. Where Nightmare is running for his life from  the other 3 skeletons. Maybe he could hide in his room, they’d never go in there, even if it was for death. Or maybe the back room(Fnaf anyone?), they barely go in there. Well, Killer was just protecting his bedroom until he saw Nightmare run by. He ran into the back room and closed the door silently. They ran by and Nightmare sighed of relief. Dust had low stamina, and lowed to a stopm. Nightmare was begging for Dust to not look in here. Dust walked past him. The octopus was SO filled with relief. Until one of his tentacles/tentadrils knocked something off a shelf. Oh no...

Dust whipped his head around and burst through the door. He pounced on the other, attacked his ribs. “EEP! Duhuhuhust! Noho, stohohohopp!” The octopus tried to pry the other’s hands off of his ribs. “Sorry not sorry, but I’m more than good!” Dust said. Killer and Horror heard the commotion, and entered the room. “Ya want help there Dust?” Killer asked. Dust happily nodded. “Nohohoho! Dust! Let mehe gohoho!” Horror grabbed 2 tentacles and started scribbling all over them. “AAH! GuhuhaHAHAHahyss!! StahahAHAHAHhap!!” Killer decided to join and poke all over his spine. It surely wasn’t his worst spot, but it was a close 3rd. Oh, you thought it was his second? Nope. His second spot can make his voice go up an octave but he tries his best to keep it down. Which leads to voice cracks. After 6 minutes of this, his legs started to give in. He fell backward. Not only did his legs fail him, but Horror and Killer are both weighing him down. “GuhuhuhUUHUHUYSSS!! PLHEHEHEHE *squeak* HEHEESE!” D-Did they all hear that right? Did NIGHTMARE...Just squeak? “Holy guacamole, you just squeaked!” Nightmare slapped an hand over his mouth. At least trying trying to stifle his giggles. The trio couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. Never thought something so terrifying at times could be cute. “Aye boss, where else are you tickish?” Horror asked. Obviously, Nightmare didn’t cooperate. “Guhuhuhuys, Ihihihihi swheheHEHEHEAR!! SSSTOHOHOHOP!!” In part honesty, it was nice to actually see him smile for a change. And before their deaths. “What about his feet?” Dust asked. If Nightmare wasn’t in trouble before, he was now. Killer tried to reach his legs. And got a prize! A nice kick to the face. The tar leaking skeleton sat on the octopus’ legs. I doubt Killer would give him mercy after that. “WAIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHAHAHAH!!” Wow, he lost the ability to get full sentences out. “After that kick, I don’t think so!” He started taking off his shoes and socks. “*squeak* NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!” Killer just looked back and smiled innocently. “No can do, but hey, at least you’ll be smiling for a change.” He instantly started scribbling all over his feet. The ticklish skeleton screamed with laughter. Let’s just say he was laughing for a long time that day. But I can’t say he didn’t have at least a little bit of fun.

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After a few rearrangements to this story and MANY failed saves, I’m FINALLY DONE! The failed saves were killing me. However, I’m really sorry this took so long. If it ends up not being that long, i dunno what to say.

But other than than, I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. Have a great day/night!

[thatcheesyler]

A spy's one weakness *cough*of many*cough*

Summary: Loid's having a bad day as all of his agents keep on pestering him, luckily, his family know just how to take care of things. Enjoy!

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"End me"

were the words repeating over and over in Loid's head. You're probably wondering 'why tf is loid so upset?' Well my dear reader, the reason is that his agents have been asking him about how far he is with his mission since 5:00 IN THE F-CKING MORNING!!

😅 Ahem, anyway, Loid was now sick and tired of hearing them so he had cut off their communication until the next day (or until he was atleast in a good mood)

He laid back in his office chair and rubbed his sore eyes in annoyance. He was just about to go make lunch for Yor and Anya when he smelt something cooking. 'That's strange, Yor rarely ever cooks for us and anya's too irresponsible to cook.'

Without any further thoughts, he hauled himself off the chair and fast-walked to the kitchen. What he saw made much more sense that what the scenario in his head came to be, Franky was making a large ham and cheese omelette for everyone while Yor and Anya watched spy wars with visible anticipation in their gleaming eyes. Yor was the first to notice Loid's appearance and was also the first to ask "Konichiwa Loid-san, how has your day been so far?"

"Good afternoon Yor-san, my day has been rough unfortunately, my ag- employees had kept me awake as one of my recent patients has had a bit of an episode this morning"

Anya's attention had been yanked from the screen as soon as she heard her father's name. Though as she listened to their conversation, her only thought was 'papa is a liar, but a really good one at that.'

"Papa, why are you sad, how can Anya make you better?" Anya suddenly cut in. "O-oh, it's quite alright, Anya, I'm just a bit tired, that's all." Loid tried to reason. Emphasis on the word 'tried', turns out Anya had made it her personal mission to make her father happy before the end of the day.

"No! Papa must be happy, or Anya won't go to school!" And before Loid could answer, he felt two little arms wrap around his leg in a tight yet comforting hug. Loid yelped a bit at the sudden contact but soon melted into the tiny embrace he was offered. But that was when Anya struck, she had tricked him into cuddling her so that he would lower his guard down. Anya immediately dug five fingers into his ribcage and started to wiggle her fingers rapidly. And boy do I tell you when this grown ass man screeched in both shock and ticklish sensations.

He was so surprised that he couldn't contain the newfound giggles pouring out of his mouth, "A-anyahahaha, whahat are yohohuhu doihihing hahahaha!" To say yor was surprised was an understatement, she was in complete awe of her husbands adorable giggles.

And Franky, well....he just kinda stared with a little smirk on his face. But, back to tickles. Anya had started to move spots, from his ribs to his neck to his stomach. All of which produced charming giggles from her father, "Ahahahahnyahaha, stohohohop plehehahase hahahahahahaha!"

"Mama, help me make papa better." Anya commanded. A sly-looking yor obeyed this command with great pleasure and strategically ran her fingers up and down his spine. The fact that she did it so gently was only making matters worse (for Loid atleast).

"Guhuhuhuhuhuhuyss, Ihihim hahahappyhy. Ihi prohohohomihihise hehehahahaha! Plehehahase yohohuhu cahan st-AP HAHAHAHA WAHAHAIHIHIT STOHOHOP, NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEREHE HEHEHAHAHAHA!!" Apparently, Anya had found the jackpot on the back of Loid's knee and was completely enjoying herself.

"Papa, can't you handle just a little bit more? I'm only 6 and I can do better than that!" Anya declared proudly. "She's right y'know, I'm not sure how someone like you couldn't handle a little tickling~" Yor teased confidently. And would you believe it, Loid actually started blushing! There was a hint of red dusted over his cheeks and ears. But you could barely see it with how much he was shaking his head around.

This had been going on for around ten minutes until Loid's laughter started to fall silent with tears subtly emerging from his eyes. The second Anya and Yor noticed this, a huge wave of panick washed over them and they ceased their tickly fingers immediately. This gave Loid the time and rest he needs before death staring at Franky, "You could have helped me you know."

"Yeah, but then your omelette would burn" He replied with a cheeky grin plastered on his soon-to-be regretful face once Loid got enough stamina back.

As for Yor and Anya, they returned to the TV and contentedly listened to Loid chase Franky through the house.

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Hope you enjoyed, this is my first fic lol, please leave your opinions in the comments, please and thank you. Baaaiii!

[alch3mic]

Papa Bear fluff please? For the writing prompts

The first kiss you received was placed oh so gently on to your cheek after he brushed a few strands of hair away.

The second was placed a little lower, right against the curve of your jaw as his hand lightly slipped underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

The third easily found itself upon your neck, lasting a little bit longer than the others as he let out a small sigh of content.

And the fourth was-

“Babe...”

Your tired and sleep filled tone was met with a small grumble from the large skeleton who currently had his arms wrapped around you, his face currently buried within your neck as he placed another tender kiss along it’s surface.

“hmm?”

“...What are you doing?”

“......kissin’ you...”

“I noticed,” you giggled, turning your head a bit so you could plant a kiss of your own along Sans’ temple. “You know what else I noticed?”

“...hmmm?”

“It’s 2 am.”

“...mhm...”

A beat passed while he placed another kiss along your neck.

“...Why are you smooching me at 2 am?”

“cause i love you.”

You couldn’t help but actually laugh this time both from his sweet response and from the ticklish kiss he placed right against the crook of your neck, making your body scrunch in defense.

“Sans!” you complained in your half hearted attempts at defending yourself, earning yourself a deep chuckle that rumbled in his ribcage.

“...yes, pumpkin?”

Oh you could hear it in his tone, he was teasing you now. So that’s how it was going to be, huh?

“I think you missed a spot,” you said slyly, turning to lay on your back as Sans lifted his head to look at you.

That single white eyelight of his pierced through the darkness of your bedroom as it admired you, seeming to roam over your whole face as if trying to figure out exactly where he missed.

You lightly tapped your lips, watching as his cheeks seem to light up in a dusting of magic, making you giggle.

“Right here, big guy.”

He smiled, slowly leaning in towards you as you closed your eyes in anticipation for him to finally kiss you...

...Except...

.........

.......?

What was he-

“Eep!”

You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth at the sound you let out, another rumbling laugh spilling out from Sans as he released his gentle bite upon your earlobe.

“Sans!” you very quietly hissed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“...what?...thought you said i missed a spot..” he hummed, that teasing note still in his tone.

“I was talking about my lips you dork!”

“.....i know,” he laughed, placing another kiss upon your cheek as you pouted. “.....i just... like savin’ the best for last... and that’s when i noticed i missed... a few more spots..”

You couldn’t even be that angry with how cute his crooked smile was. Still...!

“Stars above, at least warn me next time! Hopefully I didn’t wake the kids..” you huffed, trying to listen for any rustling and crying from down the hall from your shout.

Sans on the other hand didn’t seem worried in the slightest and he chuckled again.

“...if they can sleep through a... thunderstorm, then they could probably... sleep through your squeaking..” he mumbled gently, nuzzling you.

“...You’re just trying to justify the fact that you’re going to kiss me more, huh?”

“...mhm..”

Dang it your big ol’ bear of a husband was just waaaay too cute! Especially when he let out one of those deep, grumpily sighs of content as he nuzzled you some more.

“Well.. can I return the favor at least?” you asked softly, making Sans pause briefly before pulling back.

“...m’kay..”

You giggled at the goofy, love struck smile on his face as you cupped his head in your hands.

The very first kiss you planted gently onto his cheekbones, the very same ones still barely lit with magic as they illuminated the space between you two in a soft glow.

The second you placed a little lower, near the edge of his jawbone and following the curve of it back upward..

Right to the third placement of your kiss, near his damaged socket. He let out a much longer sigh as you placed some more tender kisses around the area, being sure to mind the sharper edges and cracks.

You knew that touching here didn’t hurt him in the slightest, a fact that he adamantly reminded you of when the two of you first started dating. The wound was old, he’d remind you, and being cautious of it only made him feel more.. self conscious about it.

Instead he loved it whenever you kissed him here, making the big skeleton practically turn to mush at such soft and gentle touches.

It was happening right now, as he slowly began to sag more and more before he finally collapsed onto the bed beside you, while you now sat up to smooch your teddy bear just a bit more.

“...honey..” he murmured sleepily between your kisses.

Your him turned into a laugh as it caught on to the sweet expression he had on his face. He seemed to gaze up at you with a certain look in his half-lidded eye socket.

“What, did I miss a spot?”

“..mhm...” he said, lightly tapping a claw to his teeth. “...right here..”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I already kissed you there..” you said, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

“..pumpkin...”

His tone was a little needier now, making your heart nearly burst with warmth, but you were determined to tease him just a bit more as payback for biting you earlier.

“Yess..?”

“...please..”

Well how could you possibly say no to that? Especially with the way he was looking at you, that little whit eyelight of his turning into a heart as it admired you so.

“Alright alright.. but only because I love you so much..”

“i love you too.”

He was just too cute.

That’s why you gave him a big ol’ smooch right on that goofy smile of his.

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