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Unconventional Methods
lots of inspo from @hype-blue-fixation
this took forever to write, give feedback! (I personally don't think this turned out too well.)
Tw/CW: Restraints, Fluff, Teasing (a ton,) tickles, gets intense in spots.
word count: 1.5k
Vox and Alastor. Rivals, enemies, whatever you call them. They were busy fighting, as usual. Alastor had antagonized the TV Overlord yet again, and now they were in the lobby of the hotel – thank God everyone else was out for the day. Besides, the gang would hate to see the mess they had made…
‘Fucking–hold still!’ Vox snarls, jumping forward at Alastor who easily steps to the side.
‘Hmm, I’d prefer not to. I’m not getting taken down by some picture show–’ Alastor yelps as Vox grabs him. He struggled and hissed as the TV demon ties his arms above his head.
‘You forget I know your weaknesses, Alastor.’
‘You know nothing about me. You barely know me! You’ve been obsessed with me since day one!’ Alastor snorts, glaring at him defiantly from his restrained position.
‘Where shall we start? Perhaps..here?’ Vox places a blue tipped claw on Alastor's palm, tracing small circles. He had completely ignored the defiant jab. Alastor’s body jerks back and he whimpers out a giggly protest.
‘There you go, pretty boy. Trust us. Or perhaps, myself. You know you can. You want to.’
Alastor whines again, squeezing his eyes shut as Vox continues. Vox smirks. ‘What's wrong, ticklish little fawn? Can’t handle my claws all over your palm? Perhaps I could move them. Have them slide up this pretty forearm, up near your underarm…then, sliding down your ribs while you whine at me. Then we could tease those sides of yours, oh, yes. Sliding my claws up and down your sides while you whine and try to curl into a sickeningly sweet ball of fluffy ticklishness. Then slide down to your tummy and tease there. I could go on for hours, Alastor. Hours. How does that sound?’
A helpless whine was all he got. ‘Aww, is someone a ticklish little fawn? Yes you are! Come on and tell me all about it,’ Vox hums, claws tracing slowly down his forearm. Slow. Teasing. Torturous. ‘Vohox. Vohohox, plehease..’ he whines, trying to flinch back from the tickles. His restraints held fast. Vox held him still. Alastor whimpered again, a giggly mess. ‘Shh, you can take more than that. I’ve done more than this. Come on. You can do it,’ Vox croons, reaching his other hand up to gently and teasingly stroking up and down the feathery-soft edges of Alastor’s ears. The deer whines loudly, trying to shake his head. ‘Ah, ah, ah. No. Stay. Oh, good boy! Look at you, taking the tickles so well.’
Alastor whines, trying to arch away from the soft dragging of Vox’s claws. He felt Vox get close to his underarm, and he gasps and arches. ‘Nuh uh, don’t shy away! It’s alright, just stay…oh, look at you. Such a helpless fawn, ensnared in my trap.’ Vox continued to trace lighty around the area, whiney giggles and breathy sighs joining the mix. ‘Vohox, plehease..move alohohong…’
‘I don’t think I will,’ Vox hums. The deer whines and flinches, body trembling. ‘Good job, Al, you’re doing amazing for me.’
Alastor nods, desperate as he squirms in his restraints. Vox was sitting on his legs to make it so escape was essentially impossible. ‘I–oho! Mm-!’ Alastor cuts himself off as Vox reaches his upper rib cage. ‘Oh, so here’s a bad spot, hm? Should we…count them?’ he teases, pressing slightly harder. Alastor frantically shakes his head. Quite the deer in the headlights. ‘Plehease–plehehase–Vohohox plehease—’
‘Ah, ah, shh…I’m not even nearly getting started. Calm yourself, little fawn.’ The TV demon slowly traces claws down Alastor’s ribs, eliciting a small squeak and twitch every time he hits a bad spot–the bad spot essentially everywhere. Alastor’s voice was shaky and giggly, no real words really making their way out of his mouth. He bleated like a fawn helplessly. Vox’s claws dragged slower, down his sides, resting on his stomach.
He uses one hand to push Alastor’s shirt up to expose his fuzzy stomach. He could hear Alastor whimper with anticipation. ‘Oh, my dear, I haven’t even started yet! You’re already squirmy and all vocal for me!’ ‘Sh-shut up!’ Alastor whines through a fit of happy giggles and whimpers.
Vox gently scribbled around his belly, tracing a claw around his navel. Alastor’s breath hitched as he arched his back, trying to escape the torturous feeling. The television grins. ‘You’re lucky I’m not too..hungry right now, sweetie,’ Vox murmurs, continuing with the slow dragging. ‘Stahap th-that!’ Alastor snorts, trying to tug his hands out of the restraints. Vox hums softly, ignoring the plea. ‘Plehease Vox plehease plehease–’
‘Nuh uh, pretty boy, ticklish little fawn, adorable buck. You’d be safewording like hell if you hated it that much,’ Vox points out, tracing shapes on Alastor’s belly. He gently traces circles and little swirls all over the fur. The deer demon lurches and writhes, whining with the giddiest look on his face. He seemed to be on a whole different cloud of fluffy happiness.
Vox smiled, continuing the slow, teasy tickles on the deer’s sensitive tummy. ‘Does that feel good? All nice and tickly for my favorite fawn?’ Alastor giggles happily, ‘m-mhm!~’
Vox moves his claws up to Alastor’s deerlike ears. Soft strokes, nothing too much. Yet, it still had the radio demon nearly crying with silent giggles and whines. Such a strong reaction. ‘Who’s a good tickle fawn?’ Vox croons. He could feel Alastor trembling. Good. Alastor could feel phantom tickles on his stomach still, making the whole thing worse. He squirms and whimpers, little breathy giggles coming out. “Just like that, good boy.”
Alastor bleats helplessly, grinning as wide as he could while arching his back. “Hmm, now the deer noises?” “Shuhut up..”
Vox moves back down to his tummy, cooing teases at him. A claw circles his belly button, and Alastor’s hooves kick as he whines. “Pretty baby, pretty tickle baby, c'mon..you can handle it,” Vox hums, continuing the awfully slow teasing movement. Alastor whines desperately.
“Words.”
“Whahat?”
“Use your words. You’re poetic.”
“It-ihit–Vohox plehease..”
“Please what? Words.”
Alastor flushes and his ears pin as he shakes his head. “Yohou know.” “I know. I want to hear you say it,” Vox hums, claws still teasing at the spot.
“Vohox–! Mmm! N-noho–!”
Vox’s scritching got more intense, making the deer squirm, his ears flicking as he tried to comprehend the feeling. “Fuck–fuhuhuck–Vohox i-ihit–ihit–!”
“It what, darling?” Vox chuckles.
Vox begins to trace claws on his neck, making the radio demon whine softly and smile. ‘You know, Al, you’re quite good at handling these. Or am I not doing enough?’
‘Vohox, it-it ihis plenty.’
Vox starts applying a steady tickle to the deer’s ribs. ‘Nohoho! Vohox, plehease–’
He blinks, looking Alastor right in the eyes as he continues. ‘You’d be safewording. You enjoy it, don’t you? You love how I make you feel all tickly. And happy.’ Alastor’s ears flick and flatten, and he turns his face away. Vox took the restrained position as an opportunity to tickle Alastor’s underarms–which got a desperate whine and shriek, then loud laughter. ‘Good boy!’ Vox praises, continuing to tickle him, aiming for a full on wrecking. Alastor shrieks and phrases, trying to comprehend what was happening.
‘Vohohohox! Plehehehease–Nohohot thehehere! Ohoho shihihiht–!’ Alastor bleats in distress, his deerlike instincts coming out profoundly. His body thrashed and Vox held him still with a firm look. Alastor whined and bleated again, melting under the eye contact. He was holding back every urge to hide his face. To hide the flusteredness. To hide how much he loved this.
‘Hold still.’
‘I-I cahahahan’t!’
‘Yes, you can.’
Vox continues, and he could see Alastor’s eyes starting to glisten with tears of pure mirth. ‘Stahahap! Nohohohot the ehehehHAHAHARS!’
‘Yes, the ears. You know I couldn’t resist. They’re just so…fluffy, pure. Surely the radio host can handle it? Or perhaps…I could show this to all of hell? Let them know how much of a ticklish little fawn you are?’ Vox suggests, tracing claws down the feathery soft edges of his ears. He moves to Alastor’s tummy, scribbling all eight claws over the sensitive fur and skin beneath it. Alastor screams before his laughter fades to soft radio static and silence.
‘REHEHED! ReHEhehed! SHhihiHit!’ Alastor practically screams the safeword, and Vox instantly stops. He reaches up to untie Alastor, chuckling as the radio host throws himself onto Vox with exhausted pants. He giggles occasionally in between breaths, and Vox gently rubs his shoulders to get rid of any of the phantom tickles. He offers the deer a glass of water which the former gladly accepts.
‘You alright?’ Vox asks, amusement and fondness in his tone. Alastor nods, downing the water rather quickly. Vox notices and hums, ‘More?’ Another nod. He stands up and gently sits Alastor on the sofa. ‘Here. Stay, I’ll go grab more water.’
Alastor pants out, ‘Y-yohou’re evil…’
‘I’m an Overlord, darling. It’s my job. Now rest up. Can't have your hotel staff know about this, can we?’ Alastor’s cheeks redden and he shakes his head, mumbling, ‘They can’t know.’
‘Mhm. Now rest up, okay?’ Vox sighs softly, gazing down fondly at Alastor as he dozes off on him.
Perhaps…perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all.
#lee!alastor#tickle content#tword community#sfw tickling community#tickle#ler!vox#ticklefic#hazbin hotel tickles#radiostatic week 2024
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A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)
Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.
This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.
This is my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, so any feedback would be welcomed and deeply appreciated! (also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future work - I'm quite sure this'll be FAR from my last fic for this fandom hehe)
Hope you enjoy!
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Ever since he'd discovered glam metal, Angel has been blasting it nonstop from his room.
Unfortunately, his room happens to be directly beneath Alastor's... and the insulation in the hotel's walls leaves an awful lot to be desired. The Radio Demon's eye had been in a constant twitch for three days by the time he'd finally had enough.
"Alastor? Have you seen Angel's speakers?"
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When Charlie appears in his doorway, the demon in question is sitting comfortably on his couch, sipping a mug of black coffee and reading a newspaper (though Charlie isn't sure how he acquired it - the local paper has been out of print for weeks).
"No. But I've certainly had the displeasure of hearing them."
"They've gone missing. Do you have any idea where they might be?"
"Far away, I hope."
Charlie rolls her eyes and leaves to go consult the other guests. The deer takes a long draw from his mug.
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To Alastor's slight irritation, he only enjoys a few minutes of peace before the princess' voice echoes from the hall again.
"Oooh, Al...." Charlie sings.
"What is it, my dear?" the Radio Demon sings back absently.
"Nifty says she saw you with Angel's speakers yesterday."
"Did she?" He flips a page of his newspaper.
"Look, all I need to know is where you put them."
Long pause. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Alastor."
"Whaaat?" Though his eyes haven't left the page, his grin has widened slightly. "You think I'm lying?"
"You're always lying. That's your thing."
"...Touché."
Charlie perches on the sofa beside him.
"Are you gonna tell me where it is or not?"
"Fine. I'll be completely honest with you."
She perks up.
"I would honestly die a second death before subjecting myself to one more note of that infernal garbage."
Alastor's eyes flick up from his paper for the briefest of seconds, just to watch the bubbly princess' face fall into a delightfully exasperated scowl.
"You can't steal someone's stuff just because it annoys you!"
"On the contrary. That's exactly what I did."
Charlie narrows her eyes. "Alastor. You tell me where Angel's speakers are or else."
Alastor chuckles in spite of himself - Charlie's attempts to be intimidating never fail to amuse him.
"What's so funny about that?"
"My dear, I say this with the utmost respect and admiration for your many talents: there's a reason I tend to be the one called upon to scare off demonic threats."
Charlie huffs and crosses her arms. "Just because you're creepier and... more sadistic than me, doesn't mean I don't have ways of making you talk."
"Oh?" Alastor arches a skeptical eyebrow at his paper.
"So you better watch your step, Mister."
"Hmm. You make a compelling case." He flips another page. "Maybe I should tell you where Angel's poor excuse for music is."
Charlie brightens. "Really?"
"No."
The princess deflates.
He's right, of course: even if Charlie figures out a way to make herself legitimately threatening to the Radio Demon... he's the fucking Radio Demon. She may be the Princess of Hell, but she doesn't want to have to rebuild the hotel from rubble all over again.
The two sit in impassive silence for a few minutes - Charlie glaring at Alastor, Alastor staring stubbornly at his paper - until she finally stifles a sigh and slouches against the cushions. He's enjoying this, she just knows it. Sitting there with that stupid grin. He's probably been laughing to himself all night, imagining poor Angel waking up and finding his most prized possession missing.
She finds herself wishing she could make the old deer laugh himself sick sometime, just to teach him a lesson.
...Which is a horrible thought! Charlie's eyes widen, her brow furrowing in self-disgust. She could never bring herself to hurt Alastor, even via laughter.
In fact, she quite likes his laugh - it's a little maniacal, sure, and certainly hard to truly enjoy amid the gory contexts that typically trigger it. But if she knew a way to make him laugh at something other than another person's expense, she'd probably do it all the time... it's just that the things that make him laugh also tend to make Charlie nauseous.
Once again, the princess finds herself completely baffled by her own subjects. How one could be so tickled by anything that goes on down here - the pain, the violence, the gore...
Charlie tilts her head. She may have just gotten an idea.
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If Alastor had happened to cast a quick glance down the couch, the smile creeping across Charlie's face would've been enough to give him real pause.
But since he is instead stubbornly focused on his paper, he is completely unprepared for the fingers that suddenly begin crawling oh-so-gently up his side.
To her initial disappointment, Charlie finds at least three layers of fabric dampening her touch, and aside from a subtle flinch at first contact, Alastor himself remains perfectly still.
But then a low buzz of radio static swells around them. As she probes up his ribs, she can hear a soft crinkle of paper as his grip tightens.
"Charlie..." His voice is oddly clipped.
"Mm?" Charlie takes one glance at his face, and her smile deepens - even Alastor's signature grin can't mask the effect. He's still technically staring at the paper, but his eyes have gone wide and blank. He opens his mouth to continue just as her fingers reach his armpit - and his jaw quickly clamps shut. It's clearly taking everything in him not to squirm.
"Got something to say, Al?" She starts pinching back down his ribcage.
"Mmph!" The giggles start in his chest, bubbling up and fighting to escape through clenched teeth. Soon his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding them in.
"...Maybe about the location of a certain object?"
No response. The radio demon just curls forward a little, hiding his face in his paper.
Taking advantage of this new posture, Charlie slips her other arm around behind him, and gives a good pinch to both sides of his slender waist.
The demon straightens right back up with an audible gasp and tiny squeak of surprise (that he quickly tries to cover with a cough).
"Charlie! Are you s-seriously trying to-"
"Are you seriously ticklish?"
"No!"
In response she delivers another series of pinches to the same spot. His posture crumples again, until finally he loses his grip on his paper and twists to face her.
"No?" she giggles. And squeezes him again.
"Stop that!" He fumbles at her fingers, trying to pry them off his sides.
Instead Charlie swaps her hands, wrapping her fingers around his waist with both thumbs resting lightly on his stomach... and begins digging them right under his lower ribs.
That finally does it. He flinches back with a little snort, followed by soft but utterly helpless giggles pressed shyly into his hands.
"Awww!" Charlie coos.
"Keheh- f-fuckin'- heheh! - quiet!" His voice cracks amusingly on the last word.
There are about fifteen different things Charlie is dying to say as Alastor goes to pieces with laughter, but she can't think of anything that wouldn't risk embarrassing the poor guy - and humiliating him is the last thing she wants to do. The fact that Alastor hasn't instantly dissolved into shadows (or cursed her across the room) hasn't been lost on the princess; she is NOT about to jeopardize this moment by making him uncomfortable enough to do so.
That said, she is conducting an interrogation here.
"What was that about not being ticklish?"
His clutching at her wrists becomes more frantic. "Don't-!"
Alastor hyperventilates a couple times, trying to get ahold of himself - but then she continues squeezing down the sides of his belly, and he can only collapse into even worse laughter.
"I think I know just how to get you to talk..."
"Nohoho- ahagh, Charlie! Shihihit!"
Charlie shifts onto her knees for better leverage, gives him a gentle push backward, and pins him (surprisingly easily) against the couch. Her snaggle-toothed grin looms over him...
For a split-second, Alastor gets a flash of what his victims must've seen moments before they debuted on his show.
But he's pretty sure this isn't quite how they felt about it. He's already shaking with anticipatory giggles, grinning back at her wider than ever. And the giddy panic behind his eyes quickly forms an unlikely union with defiance.
"Do your worst, my dear."
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To be continued... pt. II is already in the works, so stay tuned!!
Until next time - hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕
💜 - Cozy
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RadioStatic Week Day 3 - Jealous/Posessive - "Your Laugh is Mine" (SFW ticklefic)
All day he'd kept his claws off the Radio Demon and let him go about his daily business. Forced to watch as the object of his obsession talked to other people. Conducted business with them, made small talk, cracked jokes. He hated how they made him laugh and smile. How those people gave him what he wanted. Vox knew he could do better.
And it was worst with the ladies. Alastor was far too kind to them. To the point it made Vox sick. The only time he even felt the smallest pang of guilt over these emotions is when the lady was Rosie. He respected the deep connection the two shared. But if it be anyone else, jealousy was sure to run rampant.
As the day went on, Vox became more fidgety. His body itchy. Everything in him wanted that furry deer back home and in his arms. Evening felt like it couldn't come soon enough. He was already daydreaming of all the things he wanted to do, making the wait all the more agonizing.
“I'm back!” the door clicked open and in came Alastor. Vox was already there, offering to takr his jacket and even unlace his shoes. Dinner was ready. Jazz music played on the radio. Whatever the deer wanted was only a whim away. “I think you love me too much.” Alastor cooed as he was lead to the dinner table.
“Nope. I love you just enough.” Vox held out a cooked human hand, humming in adoration as Alastor leaned forward to nibble each finger off. A playful look coming to his face.
“You love me so much you're even hand-feeding me!”
Vox snorted at the double meaning. Such a charming sense of humor. “Speaking of loving you so much…” his voice trailed off as he lost himself in Alastor's eyes. A small nibble at his own fingers shook him out of the daze with a frightened shout. As much as he loved the other, he was still a beast to be reckoned with. A unique, dangerous, and downright gorgeous beast.
The TV headed man offered more food. Smiling as it was gingerly eaten away. “I couldn't help but watch how you interacted with everyone today. They gave you what you wanted. Satisfied you. Made you smile. Laugh.”
“Mhm. What's your point?” Alastor smacked his lips, signaling he was done with dinner. Vox wiped the blood from his mouth, losing himself in those eyes again. They were always so expressive, and right now they were full of love and interest. Wondering what fantasies had been running through that dumb box head.
They went to bed, Alastor the first to settle down and get comfortable. Vox was right at his side. Wasting no time in getting his claws on that furry belly. Scratching at it and digging in possessively. “This soft little thing? It's mine.” His voice was strong. Not accepting any sort of argument. Whatever Alastor tried to say was silenced at the feeling of a tummy kiss.
Warmth focused on the mouth area of Vox’s screen as he planted kisses at the waist line. He gently pushed up Alastor's shirt as he trailed kisses up to his belly button. Then a blue tongue projected out of his screen to draw buzzy lines around the sensitive spot.
“Vox, darling. You don't have to–”
“I want to.” A firm grip came on his sides as warm kisses and electronic licks graced that fuzzy deer belly. Alastor couldn't help but fluster at the tender care. One hand rested on the back of Vox’s head while the other came up to his mouth to hide the noise that wanted to come out. A task that became harder when the hands on his sides began lightly scratching the soft body.
Alastor was now biting into his hand. Desperate attempts to hold back noise. Vox was quick to tug it away. “I want to hear you. Are you really going to let all those other people hear your beautiful voice and laughter all day then keep it hidden from me?”
“I suppose that is unfair of me, hmm?”
“It's criminal.” Vox blew a strange, vibrating form of a raspberry square on that belly button. Tickling his claws into the sensitive sides. A loud laugh echoed in response. “See, I bet that felt good, right?”
“It does feel good to let loose and laugh.”
“Good! Because all those laughs are mine, you hear? Every sound you make tonight will be mine.” Vox stared directly into Alastor's eyes as his claws scribbled around the belly button. Small giggles ensued. “Every little whine, laugh, breath, wheeze, beg, and whatever comes in-between is mine.”
“No it's not!” Alastor playfully teased.
The claw dipped into the center of that tummy with a small electric shock. That seemed to bring the radio demon back into his place with a storm of uncontrollable laughter.
“Yes. It. Is.”
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Tell Him (George O'Malley x Reader)
Summary: You’re dating George O’Malley. You tell him about a certain liking of yours, and although he’s initially confused, he tries to understand. (This is incredibly self-indulgent and the reader is essentially just me. If anyone actually reads this, it’ll be a miracle, lmfao. Mentions of sex and tickling as a kink, but overall this fic is more fluff than smut.)
“I can’t.”
George sighed, but he had an amused expression on his face. “Whatever you’re gonna tell me, I won’t freak out. You know that, right?”
You blushed, avoiding his eyes. “It’s embarrassing. It’s not bad, but it's embarrassing.”
He took your chin, making you meet his eye. “Well, I’m not gonna pressure you. Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright. Go save some lives, Dr. O’Malley.”
He kissed you quickly before heading out, and you sighed, resting your head in your hands. It was silly, really, and you were getting him worked up over nothing. If only your embarrassment, your shame didn’t run so deep, if only you had the guts to spit out a simple confession.
And it was over something so stupid.
Cuddling in bed with George last night had been nice. He was warm, and groggy after a day of interning at the hospital, but present enough to rub your back sweetly, muttering sweet words. And then his fingers had strayed near your side, soft and it had startled you and made you twitch.
“You alright?” he asked.
You had nodded. “All good.”
And then, he’d done it again. By accident, still. And you had twitched again, a puff of air resembling a soft laugh leaving your nose.
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I tickling you?” he’d asked.
You chuckled nervously. “A little.”
“Sorry,” he said again.
“It’s fine.”
And that had been it. What you hadn’t said was that it was completely fine if he tickled you, and that it would be fine to continue, because you enjoyed it.
You just couldn’t spit that out. And George deserved to know, because he would clearly do anything in his power to make you happy, and yet, you were afraid that something as simple as a little tickling would be the thing to scare him off.
His shift was long. Long enough for you to think it over. To plan out everything you would want to say, to prepare for a worst-case scenario. It wouldn’t be so bad. George was sweet. He was an angel, honestly, and the chances of him reacting poorly were slim to none. But that fear still lingered. The fear of rejection, ridicule, or just plain old misunderstanding.
But George would understand. He had to.
So after a long, long shift, George was back in your bed. Warm, sleepy, and hopefully ready to listen to your words.
“You ready to tell me what you wanted to say this morning?” he asked.
“Yes. No. Maybe?” you replied. “It’s…I really need to stress to you that it’s not a big deal. It really isn’t, but I’m embarrassed and this is really hard for me to talk about.”
He pulled you close. “I’m here to listen. What’s going on?”
“So, last night…You were rubbing my back, and you…Well, you…”
“Is this about me tickling you?” he interrupted. “Because it was an accident, and I won’t do it—”
“No, no, that’s…I wanna tell you that it’s okay. That I…I liked it. I mean, I would like it if you did it…Intentionally, next time.”
George blinked at you, mouth opening and closing. “I’m sorry…You liked it?”
There it was. The twinge of judgement in his voice. It made you deflate, cheeks turning red.
He sensed the shift in your attitude and immediately shook his head. “No, no, it’s not a bad thing. I’m just…Surprised, that’s all! Because, well, my brothers used to tickle me all the time and I always hated it. I mean, they were rough, and it hurt, and they used to make me cry…So, I mean, the idea of someone liking it is just sort of weird to me. Not weird in a bad way, God, that came out wrong…Weird as in uncommon—”
“No, it’s okay, I get it,” you said. “I’m sorry your brothers did that to you. But, it’s just…I’ve always liked it, and I can’t help it, it’s just wired into my brain for some reason, and it’s embarrassing and I’ve had partners react badly to it in the past, so if you’re weirded out, it’s fine, I just…I wanted to tell you because it makes me happy, and you make me happy.”
George smiled. “Okay. If you like it, that’s fine. I can…I can do it, more, if that makes you happy. Is it…Is it like, a sex thing or a cuddly thing?”
You gave another nervous laugh. “Both? It’s not inherently sexual, but it can be hot. We can talk about the sex part later, though. This is all too embarrassing for me.”
George laughed, too. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fine,” he said, kissing your temple. “We can talk about it another time.”
You assumed that was the end of the conversation, but his hands found your sides and squeezed, making you squeal.
“So, you like this?” he asked. “Or do you like it better…here?” His hands moved upwards towards your ribs, his fingers prodding into the spaces between your bones with his surgical precision. It only made you giggle harder, feet kicking.
“You’re giggling too hard to answer me, baby,” he cooed.
“Shut up,” you whined. “You’re being mean!”
“How am I being mean? I’m doing what you asked! I think that’s pretty nice of me, actually.”
You had nothing to say in response, just laughing. You were so happy. So loved.
That night, you fell asleep wrapped in George’s arms, the phantom sensation of his tickly fingers still on your abdomen.
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“Tickling you is really fun,” George said. “I mean, it’s cute. You smile and you laugh and it’s adorable, and I know it makes you happy.”
You flushed, biting your lip. “But…?”
“No, no but. Well, maybe? I think…If you did it to me, I don’t know if I would hate it or not, but…I know you’ve mentioned that you like it either way…If you wanted to try, I mean, I’d be open to it.”
He was blushing, too. How fucking cute could he be?
“Really?” you asked. “I mean, if you’re open to it, I would love to try. Only if you’re sure, though. I know your brothers were pretty harsh, so I don’t wanna push.”
“No, I’m…I want you to try it. You always look like you’re having so much fun. And, it might take my mind off of the three surgeries I scrubbed in on today.”
You grinned. “It is a pretty good distraction.”
He laid back against the mattress, looking up at you with those doe eyes. You grinned, sitting up beside his body and using one hand to stroke his hair. “Where should I start, hm?”
George squirmed. “Well, when I was younger, my stomach was really bad. And, and my sides. But I’m pretty much ticklish everywhere, as you’ve discovered during other activities, which, if I had known you liked it, I wouldn’t have apologized so many times when I laughed—”
You interrupted his rambling by using one hand to lightly tickle his stomach, feeling his muscles jump beneath your fingertips, listening to the loud, squeaky laugh that burst from his lips.
“Still bad?” you asked.
“Still ticklish, but it doesn’t suck,” he giggled in response. He was clearly fighting to keep still, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
You grinned. “You’re so cute.”
“I’m not cute,” he cried. “I’m a strong, masculine—Ah!”
His laughter took on a new octave as you introduced your other hand to his belly.
“Too much?”
He shook his head. Then, after another minute, he shook it again. “Wait, no, actually, too much!”
You stopped immediately. “Are you okay?”
George wrapped his arms around his middle, protecting his middle although your onslaught had already stopped. “I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s just…still a lot.”
“No worries. I know, it can be really overwhelming sometimes.”
He smiled. “A little. But I didn’t hate it,” he said. “We can try it again, another time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, of course. For now, cuddle me.”
And, well, how could you say no to that?
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Dangerous? Or Friendly?
Mike is fearful of the animatronics. I mean, can you blame him? They're huge! But Abby appears to gain their trust really quickly. Who are these ghost kids hidden in the animatronics? And why do they want to play with him so badly?
Thus begins the first of many FNAF Movie fanfics. I had started this fanfic before watching the movie. Then, when I watched the movie, I went home and tweaked it before finishing off the rest of the story. Naturally, this fanfic is going to contain spoilers. But despite that, I hope you like it!
Mike stared at the huge bear animatronic that was walking closer to him. He had picked up a chair in an attempt to hit the bear animatronic…or at the very least, keep some space between them…He desperately didn’t want to die by the animatronics tonight. All he wanted was to finish this shift and get the heck out of there.
“Mike!” He heard, running from the animatronics up to her brother. “They wouldn’t stop tickling me. I thought I was gonna die!” Abby explained.
Mike was too busy staring at the orange-coloured eyes of the bear animatronic. It was not only huge, but the thing was growling at him suspiciously. He was too busy focusing on that, to realize Abby’s choice of words at first.
“Freddy…this is my brother, Mike.” Abby told the bear.
The bear looked Mike up and down, still suspicious of the adult in front of it. Mike didn’t know what to say…or even what to do. The only thing keeping him safe was the wooden chair in his hands. According to Abby, these huge machines weren’t really hurting her…well, not technically. They were tickling her, but not really causing any other harm to her. But he didn’t care if they were harmless right now…the animatronics were still hella terrifying…
Freddy’s eyebrows dropped their ferocious scowl and raised into a more ‘happy’ facial expression. Mike was a little taken aback by this. Was Freddy…not angry at him anymore? Then, the bunny animatronic started making its way up to Mike next. Still scared of the other animatronics, Mike quickly aimed the chair towards the bunny, making sure to keep some distance between them. “Stay there.” He warned. “Abby, get behind me.” he attempted to order.
Abby looked at her brother with worry. “They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re with me.” She told him.
Mike was still unsure though. He'd rather risk losing their trust and keep the chair up, than lower the chair and let his guard down. As much as he trusted his sister…he was too scared to do anything that risked getting him killed. But…if he’s with Abby…and Abby gained the trust of the animatronics…then maybe…
“This is Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and Chica.” Abby told him, pointing to every animatronic as she said the names.
He started to lower the chair. The chicken and the fox animatronics made their way closer to Mike as well, soon surrounding Mike in somewhat of a rough circle. Mike looked a little more nervous now…cause it seemed that no matter where he looked, an animatronic would be staring right at him. Though Freddy and Bonnie’s eyebrows had calmed down and showed its trust, the others hadn’t yet. They still looked as suspicious as ever.
But right as Mike felt like he finally had some control and comfort…he felt a single poke to his side.
“-?!” Mike jumped, barely making a sound as he contorted his body to look at the animatronic that had poked him. “Who did that?!” He asked, staring at both the chicken and the fox.
Abby giggled. “Chica did!” She told him.
“W-which one? The…yellow one?” Mike asked.
“Yup! Chica, as in chicken.” Abby replied.
Though he would never admit it, Abby’s wordplay…was actually a good strategy to help him remember the name.
“W-what…” Mike attempted to ask Chica as it got slightly closer. “What are you…”
Another poke hit him right in the ribs, surprising Mike enough to let out something. “aAh-?!” His voice wobbled, a strained, tiny smile appearing on his face for only a moment. “No.” Mike warned the fox, who was staring at Mike and holding its index finger up in frozen shock.
Abby smirked. “Uh oh~” she teased.
“Abby, no.” Mike warned his sister.
“It’s too late~” Abby teased evilly, letting out a giggle.
“Abby- GaAha-!” He jumped again, curling in a little bit and temporarily losing his footing.
“Go for the ribs and armpits!” Abby declared.
Mike looked over at Abby with panic and betrayal. “ABBY!” He reacted.
“His feet are ticklish too! Hehehe!” Abby giggled.
Mike shot Abby a fearful glare. “Shut it!” He ordered. Then he looked at the animatronics, which were all staring at Mike just inches away from him. “Sh-she’s lying!” He told them desperately, hoping and praying they don’t try anything.
But this lie didn’t do anything…in fact, all it did was encourage Abby to run up and squeeze his sides! Mike gasped and hugged himself, curling up a bit and trying to keep his laughter in. “aAH- ST-Stop- stOP!” He ordered in desperation. Though they weren’t the most ticklish spot, they were still bad enough to render him somewhat helpless.
“See?” Abby told the animatronics with a proud, shit-eating grin.
The animatronics looked back and forth amongst each other, showing contentment in their robot faces. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle his sister, or run away. He loved his sister, but my god…the girl loved to test the waters and make him question it. And if this week wasn’t evidence enough of that…then I don’t know what was.
On top of that, Mike could feel his knees beginning to buckle due to his sister’s tickles. He was curling into the sides and fighting every instinct to flee as he felt his legs weaken further and further. He knew he was going down slowly…but he was not going down without a vigorous fight. But his arms could only protect so much at once, especially when you’re trying to prove to the animatronics just how not ticklish he was. The truth was…Abby was right. He’s very ticklish, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
The man wasn’t sure if he should continue to fight on, or just give up and laugh.
…And then Abby pulled a brutal move on him…by squeezing his lower ribs.
“aAAHA!” Mike dropped to his knees and hugged his ribs. “A-ABBYHYHY-!” Mike shouted, flopping onto his side and kicking his legs as Abby playfully dug further into his ribs. Mike had closed his eyes…which meant he couldn’t see the animatronics’ reactions and movements. Dammit, Abby! Why must she do this to him!?
Mike’s panic only exacerbated the moment he felt a pair of large, metal, blue hands grab his waist and lift him up. Yes…I am not kidding. The animatronic lifted him up like a toddler, not even phased by the size and weight of this security guard. “AAH! NO! LET ME GO!” Mike shouted, now squirming and kicking his feet wildly. But to no one’s surprise, not even a body shift could compromise the animatronic’s undeniable strength. Whoever thought making scarily strong animatronics like this was a good idea…was unbelievably insane.
“Wow! Bonnie’s really strong!” Abby reacted, somehow unphased by this huge feat.
But Mike’s squirming halted for only a moment when he felt skitters and squeezes on his upper ribs. Mike gasped and started squirming for a completely different reason, as a wobbly, stupid little smile began to fill his lips. “Ohno- NONONO-!” Mike opened his eyes and screeched as he felt the fat skittering fingers of the bear animatronic, moving up and down his lower front ribs. Finally, Mike burst out in surprised laughter as he tried and failed to get out of their strong grip. “OHGOD NOHOHOHOhohooo! aaAAHAHAAA-!? NOHOHO! Thihis isn’t fahahairrr!” He laughed.
Abby was giggling like mad, loving every second of this. “Hahaha! How’s it feel being tickled by robot tickle monsters?” Abby asked with a grin.
“Thihihis ihis INSAHAHAHANE!” He hung his head and shook in Bonnie’s grasp. “C-Cohohome ohon-” He jumped and lost his composure yet again, when he felt the blue fingers going up his ribs slightly to the 4th or 5th rib. “NAHAHAHAhahahaha! W-WAHAIT- GAHAHAhahaha!” Mike yelled.
Abby smiled brightly. “Go for the armpits! His armpits are bad too! They make him all squeaky!” Abby told Freddy.
Mike groaned through his laughter. “Abs plehehease stohohohop!” He pleaded. “Yohohohou’re nohohot- NO!” Mike screeched and yelled as Bonnie scooted its hands slightly lower on his ribs, presumably so Freddy had more access to his underarms…
Why Abby keeps telling Freddy and the animatronics his ticklish secrets, he could not tell you. But man, he was tempted to tickle his sister to tears the moment he got free.
“F-FREDDYWAIT-” Mike stared at the thick fingers that were subtly threatening to tickle his now-vulnerable armpits. When Freddy had placed the fingers mere millimeters away from his armpits, Mike knew he was doomed. But still…he tried one last attempt to ask for freedom. He gulped. “Uh….m-mercy?” He asked rather anxiously.
Freddy’s ears wiggled slightly before the fingers finally touched down on his armpits. Just the touch down was ticklish enough! But when the fingers started MOVING?! HOLY CRAP, IT TICKLED LIKE MAD! Any amount of laughter that filled his lungs, came out in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched squeal. “aaaAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! NaAaAAH! NAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Mike squeaked and squealed through his laughter.
Abby just laughed as she watched. “Isn’t Mike’s laugh funny?” Abby asked.
Freddy then stopped his tickle attack for a moment, to let the man breathe. Mike treated the break like a trophy, and happily took advantage. It was like he hadn’t taken a breath in years! The feeling of a simple breath made him overwhelmed with gratitude. He cleared his throat a little bit as he tried to pull himself together.
Once Mike felt calm enough to properly think, he tried to get himself free from Bonnie’s grip. “Okay…You had your fun. Can you please let me go now?” Mike asked.
Abby looked at the other animatronics and watched as they…almost conversed with each other. Mike watched them with both confusion, and fear in his eyes. He lowered himself slightly to talk to Abby. “What’s happening? What are they talking about?” Mike asked.
She giggled. “They’re talking about what tickle spot to go for next.” She told him outright.
Mike bit his lip. Oh no…Not good.
Wait…How does she know?! Can she- Can she TALK TO THEM?!
Mike widened his eyes and turned to Abby with fear visible in his eyes. “Can you tell them to stop?” Mike asked.
Abby tilted her head. “Why? They just want to play.” She told him.
“I…I don’t have time to play. I’m supposed to be working.” Mike told him.
The animatronics stopped their ‘conversation’ and looked over at Mike and Abby. Mike tensed up slightly as he stared at the animatronic bear’s eyes again. Something about those eyes looked dead inside, yet…their eyes glowed in a human-kind of way that made a shiver move up his spine. It was nerve-wracking, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.
But Freddy looked over at Chica, and…started waving for Chica to come over. Mike widened his eyes and started squirming all over again. No no no, that chicken thing had better not be getting closer to him. Abby had gasped and covered her mouth, letting out an excited squeal. Oh no! What in the world were they planning that was so exciting to her?!
“Abby?! What are they planning?!” Mike asked.
Abby looked at Mike, and giggled menacingly. For the love of-WHY WON’T SHE TELL HIM?!
Mike looked at the chicken animatronic and prepared himself. “Chick-Chica NO.” Mike lifted his right foot up and started pushing against Chica’s middle chest. “Stay back. I’m warning you.” He ordered before pushing with his other foot as well, in an attempt to get the animatronic away from him.
But to both Mike AND Abby’s surprise, Chica grabbed his ankles, and gave him a bit of a tug. And to Mike’s horror, Bonnie let go of him and let him fly upside down! “WhooOOHNO-”
Abby gasped and held her stomach as she bursted out laughing.
Mike felt his bangs fall above his head as he struggled to come to terms with being upside down. Great…Looks like the animatronics were just toying with him at this point.
“Abs, please…” Mike said, looking at her upside down. “What are they doing?” He asked, confused and worried. But his attention switched over to the fiddling and adjusting he felt against his shoe. “What-” Mike muttered as he curled himself up, attempting to see how his feet were being toyed with. “Hey! Stop that!” He ordered.
But Mike widened his eyes in horror the second he felt his shoe being slipped off his foot. SHIT!
“OHNO-?!” Mike started to panic as he heard the shoe fall to the ground. “Abby help!” Mike yelled as he pulled on his ankles and struggled to get himself right side up. “ABBY!” Mike held his arms out desperately.
Abby only giggled. “You are all gonna love this! His feet are so ticklish!” Abby told them excitedly.
Mike groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Abbyyyy…” Mike groaned.
“And don’t forget his piggies!” Abby teased.
“Abby-” Mike was growing somewhat impatient with his sister by this point.
“Though be careful with his toes. He might die if he’s tickled too much there.” She warned.
Heh…‘Be careful’...Hearing that was funny enough in its own right. At least she has the right of mind to tell them to at least be careful…
His breath hitched the moment he felt a fat finger on the arch of his socked left foot. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his hands. NO. They are NOT getting away with tickling him again. Nuh uh, no way. They can fight with him all they want to, but they will NEVER get a laugh out of him! Not now, not ever again.
Or so he thought…
Only one little flutter…right under his toes…was enough to make every bit of laughter burst out of him. The poor man threw his arms against his chest and leaned his head back slightly as every laugh he had bunched up in his lungs, had finally let themselves free. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Ohohokahay, okahahahayyyyy!” Mike yelled.
“YAY!” Abby declared, laughing alongside him.
Mike put his hands in praying position. “Yohohou got mehehehee! P-Plehehehease stohohop! Ihihihi’m lahahaughihihing ehenohohough!” He pleaded.
“Okay, let’s stop.” Abby told Chica.
Chica moved its fingers away, and looked at Abby for her next instruction.
Abby waited a few seconds, while listening to his brother breathe somewhat heavily from exhaustion. “You okay?” Abby asked.
Mike huffed and puffed a few more times. “Ihihi…Ihi’m okay…I’m good.”
“Do you need a break?” Abby asked.
“Thahat…would be nihice.” Mike admitted.
“Okay.” Abby replied. “How about…in a few more minutes?” Abby asked, looking at the animatronics.
Mike nodded his head. A break sounded amazing right about now. Especially if…wait, did she say ‘in a few minutes’?
“Okay go!” Abby suddenly told Chica.
Mike’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait WHA-”
Mike shrieked as the fat fingers started tickling him all over again. He couldn’t even hold in his laughter this time, instead just letting it fall out of him. “BAAAHAHAHAhahAHAhahaha!” Mike cackled, shocked by the sudden tickles against the ball of his foot. When he finished his fit, Mike took in a breath and squealed in a rather high-pitched voice before falling into another fit of cackles. “Plehehehehehease! HAHahahaha! Ihihit’s toohoohoohoo ticklihihish!” He told Abby.
“So ticklish you can’t remember your right from left?”
“HEHEhehehehe- Yehehehehesss!” He replied.
Abby walked closer to Mike and started poking and tickling his sides. “How about now?”
Mike jumped and grunted, grasping at his sister’s hands, laughing slightly harder. This is the most Abby has touched him, let alone tickled him, in quite a long time. And though he was technically in a very vulnerable position right now, there were much worse scenarios to be stuck in.
“Alright. Let’s stop for real this time.” Abby told Chica.
Chica stopped its fingers.
“Can you flip him the right way, Chica?” Abby asked.
Chica lowered its body down and placed its hands under Mike to help pick him up. “ooOKAY…” Mike felt as Chica grabbed under his arms and nodded to Bonnie. With that nod, Bonnie let go of Mike’s feet and let them drop. “Okay- OW.” He yelped as his foot inevitably hit Bonnie’s leg. “Ohokay.” He muttered. Chica lowered Mike down till his feet were touching the ground. “Thank you…” He huffed and attempted to pull himself together. “Not…sure how I feel about you being able to lift me so easily…” Mike admitted. Chica removed his fingers, accidentally tickling his armpit one more time. This made Mike jump snicker one last time.
Abby shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Abby asked.
Mike turned to his sister…and slowly gave her a devious smile. “Get over here, you ticklish tattle-tale!” He declared, picking her up and skittering his fingers all over her ribs and belly. “Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tickle~!” He teased, using toddler-like teases so he could further torment her.
“MIHIHIKE- HAHAhahahaha! NAHAHA- SOHOHORRYYYY!” She shouted.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Abs.” He teased. “You understood exactly what they were doing, and didn’t bother to tell me all of it.” He moved his fingers to her belly button, earning him a high-pitched squeal. “AND you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how ticklish I am!” He added. “You’re a little menace who deserves to laugh just as much as I did.” He told her.
“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHOHON!” She pleaded.
“What belly button?” He asked innocently. “I didn’t know you had a belly button! Let me see!” Mike picked her up bridal style and blew a raspberry onto her belly button.
Abby squealed and screamed with laughter as the raspberry filled her belly, before stopping. He lowered her sister down, and continued to hold her bridal style. Abby was still a bit of a giggly mess despite not being tickled for nearly as long. He put her down onto her feet. “There. Should we make it a tie?” He asked, holding his hand up.
Abby nodded her head and gave him a high five. With that set in motion, Mike started to collect his stuff and take Abby out to the car. Funnily enough, the animatronics had tickled him up until his shift had ended.
And by the time Mike had pulled into the driveway, Abby was sound asleep against the car door with a mauve blanket being used as a pillow.
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Huskerdust ticklesss!!!! Lee husk if possible ;) please and thank you
(No pressure my darling!)
Ohohoho don’t worry my friend, Lee husk is DEFIANTLY possible!
Keep a note this is my first fic that I’ve wrote in 8 years so I hope he succeeded in making this the best fic I could possibly write so thank you! <3
Your fuckin’ ticklish?:
Hazbin hotel | tickle fic|
Lee!husk
Ler!Angel
Husk had seemed more moody than usual, mumbling under his breath as he worked, that negativity didn’t go unnoticed, especially to Angel dust.
Angel dust watched Husk work as the rest of the Hazbin hotel group spoke with one another, until the others began to conclude to do their own things such as Charlie and Vaggie going to their room to nap, Alastor manifested into the shadows and disappeared into thin air to go god knows where, Nifty running off to go clean the hotel some more and finally Sir Pentious slithered away to go work on some wacky invention. This left the spider sinner and the miserable looking bartender to themselves though the two were barely interacting.
Angel decided to break the silence between the two, walking over to the bar and sitting on a bar stool, resting two arms on the bar and resting his head on his hands.
"What’s gotten in you today?" Angel asked, he couldn’t help but feel a little concern for Husk as he usually wasn’t this groggy at all.
Husk had his back turned, cleaning a bottle with a cloth that he uses to clean everything with.
"What do you mean?" Husk grumbled, that response was very clear enough that something was wrong with Husk today.
"I don’t know, you seem.. how do I put this..? More grouchy than usual,you know? Is there somethin’ up" Angel asked, it was a surprise to Husk that Angel wasn’t trying to dish out little flirty remarks to the bartender.
Husk turned to Angel, reaching under the bar and pulling out a bottle that he had near by, taking a big swig before his black and yellow eyes met Angel’s.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Yeah bullshit, something was defiantly up and Husk just didn’t want to admit it.
"Is it because you been missing me Husky?~ cmon! You can admit it, you know." Angel grinned leaning over the bar a little.
Husk scoffed before turning away, he thought too soon about Angel not flirting with him.
"Oh fuck you." Husk hissed.
Angel’s grin faded a little, deciding now probably wasn’t the right time to be trying to flirt with Husk, seeing as he did not want to hear it.
"Are you sure you don’t need a break or anythin’? You’ve been on your feet for hours. Cmon, come have a seat." Angel offered, patting his hand on the empty barstool next to him.
Husk thought for a second, he was getting tired, mentally and physically, bartending is not a very easy job when you’ve been working without a break for a good few hours. Husk took the offer, putting his bottle down, making his way around the bar to sit next to the taller sinner.
"Fine but not for too long, I still have things that need to be done before I can finish work." Husk told Angel, having a break kind of felt wrong to him, he never really took breaks, he’d only usually take one if Charlie would pretty much force him too, seeing him work for too long wasn’t a nice sight for Charlie either, In this case it was Angel to made him take a break.
".. hey, are you not gonna pour me a drink before you take your break?" Angel asked, Husk immediately went to get up but was stopped by Angel, placing his hand on Husk’s lap and pushing him back into his seat.
"I was jokin" Angel assured Husk. Husk sighed and relaxed into his seat, this kind of felt very comfortable.
Angel’s next move was try and get in to the bottom of this case to see why his alcoholic friend was in such a bad mood today.
"So, are you gonna tell me what’s up? Bad day, or are you just not in the mood today?"Angel asked, crossing his four set of arms as he waited for an answer.
Husk’s eyes narrowed a little, he didn’t really like talking about things that was stressing him out or putting him down, but seeing Angel this concerned for him made him gave in to speak.
"I just.. didn’t really feel like working today.. that’s all.." Husk mumbled reaching for his bottle to take a few swigs before finishing his drink, practically slamming it back down on the bar.
Angel frowned a little, he didn’t like that, Angel knew how stressful it was not wanting to work but having to anyway, though the two’s line of work was completly different but still work is mentally DRAINING.
"Maybe you should start taking more breaks, your overworking yourself a little, I mean your up awake before anyone else is just to work, you deserve more then one break, you know." Angel gave Husk some reassurance.
"Works the only thing I know.. there’s nothing better to do anyway." Husk grumbled, that negativity quickly coming back, oh Angel did not like this at all.
"Ohhhh bullshit! There’s more to this afterlife then workin’ even I have days off, so should you!" Angel reached over and lightly scratched his fingers under Husk’s chin.
Husk suddenly pulled away, a soft little chuckle escaping his lips which he couldn’t hold back, fuck. The room went silent, Angel’s eyes winded as he pulled his arm back.
"What was that?"
Husk immediately tried to cover up, stuttering over his words as he spoke.
"T-that was nothing! You should really keep your fucking hands to yourself." Husk muttered, his fur stood a little out of embarrassment.
Angel didn’t know what to make of it, he never would have expected that reaction from Husk, he was expecting more a low like purr then a chuckle, then the realisation struck him, no there’s no way, is Husk ticklish?
"… are you fuckin’ ticklish?" Angel asked in a surprised tone, this made Husk panic and tried to cover it up, there was no way he’d live that down, nevermind the group knowing he’s ticklish but one person? That was enough for him.
"F-fuck no! I’m not fucking ticklish! I don’t know where you would get that assumption from!" Husk trembled over his words, the stuttering only made things worse for him.
Angel couldn’t hide that grin that was now growing on his face, standing up as he looked down on Husk.
"That assumption is coming from that little chuckle that came from you when I scratched that little furry chin of yours’ whiskers! I was expecting some purrin’ not some fuckin’ chucklin’." Angel purred, Husky stood up backing away a little from Angel.
"You know.. i really should be getting back to work thanks for the break but you can go n-" Husk was cut off when two long arms grabbed the bartenders wrists and pulled him to close to Angel, pulling them up and holding both hands above his head.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Husk hissed, tugging at his hands that were now stuck above his head.
"Well I’m trying to help you lighten up! And I think I found just the way to do that, Whiskers~" Angel cooed, Husk had felt his nervousness hit the roof.
"A-And how are you going to do that? Come on, Angel this is fucking stupid, let me go!" Husk begged, he could feel his fur puffing and standing up when Angel said he was trying to lighten him up, knowing damm well what was going to coming his way next.
"Well I’m gonna tickle the moodiness out of ya of course! Now let’s see a smile!" Angel rose his voice, his lower set of arms reaching out for Husk’s sides, starting off the tickle attack with some quick paced ticklish squeezes to them, this made Husk jump immediately feeling his knees go jelly as he tried to wiggle his torso away from the tickles hitting his body.
Husk tried to hold in those giggles that were building up in his throat, threatening to escape through his lips once they opened, shaking his head at what Angel said about seeing his smile.
"Ohoho? Not breakin’ yet? Not to worry! This tickle monster is gonna eat you all up!~" Angel playfully growled, drilling his fingers into the little pressure points in Husk’s sides. The teasing and drilling was the right technique to make the grouchy, old bartender break and let those giggles slip through the passage that was now his open mouth.
Husk squealed out, beginning to giggle away at the ticklish sensations that were refused to leave his sides.
"A-Ahahahahahangel! You fuhuhuhuhuhuhucking bahahahahastard! Stohohohohop this!" Husk giggled away, his laughter sounded so different to his normal voice, Husk’s voice was low and raspy, his giggles were way more high pitched.
"Awww look at that! Looks like you’re just not some old boring bastard after all! Your a adorable little kitty!" Angel continued with the pet names, this actually made Husk feel his face burn up from embarrassment, Angel was tickling him and teasing him?! This was fucking heaven torture
"Dohohohohohohohont fuhuhuhuhuhucking cahahahahall me thahahahhat! Quhuhuhuhuhuit it!" Husk tried to sound serious but the tickling was preventing that, making the former overlord sound all silly and giggly.
"Quit it?" Angel asked
"We’ve only gotten started how c- oooooooh I see what the problem is, you want me to tickle somewhere else, don’t ya? Make my little whiskers laugh till all his problems have faded, that’s what you want, don’t ya?" Angel cooed, his fingers began to move up to scribble into Husk’s armpits, earning a now sharp squeal from the shorter sinner.
"EHEHHEEHEK! T-Thahahahahhaahahats n-nohohohhoot whahahahhat I fuhuhuhucking meant!" Husk whined; Husk was actually fucking whined! Seeing Husk like this warmed Angel’s heart up to the touch, circling his fingers on Husk’s armpits with enjoyment, Angel was definitely gonna have to do this to husk more often.
"Then what did you mean hmmm? It seems like to me you’re already enjoying this too much! Listen to that handsome laugh and how big that smile is! You’re adorable!" Angel teased, succeeding in making Husk get more flustered by the second he spoke, already aiming for a new spot, his wiggly fingers traveled down from Husk’s armpits to that soft, white furry tummy of his.
This made Husk shriek, immediately falling weak to the tickles. "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK AHAHAHAHAHANGEL NAHAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHRE!" Husk begged, Angel went down with Husk, pinning the overlord to the ground, seating himself on his waist, letting his fingers do the work as they squeezed, scribbled and prodded away at Husk’s tummy like there was no tomorrow!
"Awww did I find a sweet spot? I think I diiiiiiid~ coochie coochie coo, Husky!~" Angel couldn’t help but laugh along with Husk, finding Husk go from the grumpy old bartender, to a now happy little ticklish kitten at his mercy to his wiggling fingers was adorable to him.
"IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHHAD! CUHUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT!" Husk shrieked out, cackling away to the tummy tickles.
Angel wasn’t that evil as a tickle monster, so he decided to give Husk a break, not wanting to completely destroy him… yet.
"There I stopped, now catch ya breath before I resort to let my claws tickle away at that tummy again" Angel purred, letting the bartender catch his breath.
"Ohohoho f-fuhuhuck.. t-that was ruthless.." Husk panted out, though husk was exhausted already a little sound could be heard rising from the back of his throat, Husk was purring!
Angel’s eyes widened, not expecting this at all from Husk, this to him was fucking adorable. "Are you fuckin’ purring?!" Angel exclaimed, Husk’s fur stood proud as his face now burned up with blush as he panicked to try and cover it up.
"N-no I’m fucking not purring, your hearing things!" Husk claimed, uh huh, his purring was still very loud and could be heard.
"You like this don’t you?" Angel purred, Husk became a lost for words, the room quiet, the only thing to be heard was Husk purring uncontrollably and loudly.
"Awww, don’t be embarrassed! That’s adorable!" Angel teased, giving a few pokes to Husk’s tummy. Husk giggled through purrs, trying to suck in his tummy.
"Shuhuhuhut up!" Husk whined, finding this all very overwhelming to comprehend. Angel retreated his fingers, a big playful looking grin on his face as he stared into the bartender’s eyes.
"Alright your break is over! Let’s get back to tickling this very ticklish tummy of yours, shall we~? alright imma count to 10 and when I finish countin’ I’m gonna make you shriek!" Angel cooed, his fingers twitching in anticipation.
Husk could not argue with any of this, feeling unable to get the words out, if he tried to speak he would just be a flustered, stuttering mess.
"Ten… nine… eight.. Seven.." Angel began to countdown, lowering his now wiggling fingers to Husk’s tummy, slowly, threatening to tickle him with every inch of his life.
"Six… five… four… three two one!" Angel counted down to end his counting, his hands’s shoot down and squeezing all over Husk’s tummy, making him shriek loud enough to possibly shatter a window.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHNGEL! EHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Husk screamed out, cackling away once more, kicking his little legs under Angel desperately, trying to get free, though he was actually enjoying this, but there would be no way he would admit that.
"Awwww listen to that laugh! Such a handsome little kitty I have here, don’t I?" Angel teased, his wiggling fingers scribbling up and down Husk’s tummy, making it quiver and suck in, trying to get away from those evil fingers that were attacking it with tickles.
"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEK! THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS IS FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING EHEHEHEHEVIL!" Husk whined, his face burning up with blush, squeezing his eyes shut hoping this would make the tickles more bearable, which didn’t work at all.
"We’re in hell! Course this is evil! You’re my little victim who can’t escape out of my web! Meeeeow~" Angel cooed, now laughing along with Husk once again, having too much fun with all of this.
Angel’s fingers scribbled all over Husk’s tummy with pleasure, making Husk wheeze out and cackle away under the wiggling fingers that were attacking him, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, unable to take this anymore.
"EHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAA OHOHOHHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY! MERCY! NOHOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHORE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Husk begged, Angel immediately stopped, not wanting to push any boundaries, letting go of Husk’s wrists.
Husk was a messy, flustered pile of giggles, giggling away as the purring came back straight away. "Ohohohohoho f-fuhuhuhuck.. t-that was brutal." Husk huffed out, Angel reached out and rubbed his hand on Husk’s tummy, helping him get rid of the phantom tickles that was still attacking his tummy.
"I’m glad you had fun too." Angel winked, knowing damn well Husk enjoyed all of this.
"O-oh s-shut the fuck up.." Husk whined, his purring rising louder from the tummy rubs, Angel was being very caring for Husk and you know what? This was actually cheering him up.
"Do you plan on going to work or are you gonna call it a day?" Angel asked, cocking a brow in question.
Husk calmed down a little, feeling capable to speak properly without stuttering now. "I’m.. probably gonna finish my jobs tomorrow now" Husk told Angel, Angel nodding in approval to that answer.
"Good… hey, since you’re not working now, would you wanna.. maybe go back to my room and watch a movie or somethin’?" Angel asked, standing up off of the bartender and reaching out to help him up.
Husk took Angel’s hand and stood up, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling very much cheered up, all thanks to that spider.
"I… I would love that.." Husk told Angel, which earned a big smile back from Angel.
"That’s great, cmon! Let’s go, I have a good taste in movies!" Angel claimed as he grabbed Husk’s hand and began to drag him to his room.
"Only if you’re not talking about your movies." Husk joked, earning a snort from Angel.
"Nah of course not!" Angel giggled, feeling very happy that he cheered up Husk, he was defiantly going to do this again if he catches his favourite bartender down in the dumps again.
#tickle content#hazbin hotel tickle#tickling#lee tickles#ler#lee#ler tickles#ticklish#lee!husk#ler!angeldust#ticklefic#hazbinhoteltickle#huskerdust tickles
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Radioapple tkls have me in a vice grip rn 💖🍎🦌😩
#tickle#radioapple#alastor#ticklefic#lee!alastor#lee!lucifer#ler!alastor#ler!lucifer#tickle fic#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel tickle
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Adam and Lute are so underrated ( I understand they suck tho ) so I made this to make myself and maybe others feel better!
DISCLAIMERS: ADAM X LUTE, Kinda an AU..
WARNINGS: Tickling, Lee! Adam and Ler! Lute, Some cussing.
~The start ~
Adam and Lute waited for the extermination day to arrive filled with excitement. Lute spent that time keeping to herself while Adam spent it talking her ear off. Lute excepted her fate and kept her cool. One day, while spending time together, Lute was laughing at some corny joke Adam made and accidentally ran her hand down his side getting him to snicker. Lute looked at Adam with a smile across her face. "Oh? What was that?" Adam looked away and shrugged. "I don't know, it was probably nothing." And tried walking off but Lute stopped him. "Oh no you don't." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her height. "W-What are you doing?" She had a cheeky smile on her face and began to lightly stroke his side earning a yelp. Adam turned red as Lute smiled largely. "Is there something you wanna tell me, sir~?" Adam looked away, his face getting hot, "N-Nope!" Lute chuckled to herself, amused, and continued to tickle his sides earning muffled chuckles from him as he hid his face. "Your ticklish aren't ya?" He tapped his foot on the ground and didn't say anything, trying to hold back laughter. Lute saw this and tickled his stomach, making him jump a bit before he started to laugh. "N-Nohohoho! Stahahahahahaop!" Lute had a satisfied smile on her face and continued to tickle him. "Nope!" Adam wanted to fight but he knew she was just playing and Lute wasn't a snitch when it came to finding out secrets so he accepted his fate and laughed. "Are ya ticklish, Adam? Are ya?" Lute teased him as he laughed and tried to remove his arm from her grip. "Adam stop, we both know I'm stronger`" Flustered, he smacked her shoulder a couple times. "Stahahahahahahaop alreheheheheheady!" Lute was amused and let out a sigh as she gave him a breather. Adam took a breath and got out of her grip. "Your mean as fuck, Lute." She smiled, "Of course I am!" Adam did a large sigh and Lute gave him a small hug, surprising him. "O-Oh!" Lute seemed to be embarrassed but Adam smiled at her and hugged back. The two embraced for a while before Lute pulled away and looked up at Adam who seemed a bit flustered.' "What's wrong, sir?" He seemed a bit zoned out before shrugging. "Nothing, just not used to hugs.." Lute smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and put her hands behind her back, quickly walking away, embarrassed. Adam was in shock and put his hand on his cheek where she kissed him. "Oh man.. Another one.." He chuckled to himself. "I guess I am the dick master, haha!" He, filled with satisfaction, went to follow Lute.
~ The end ~
Okay, this was fun to make ngl. I would continue but honestly have like no ideas.. hehe.. anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little story :)
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In Need of Stimulation
Summary: Peter 3 needs stimulation and chooses to bug Peter 1.
(Felt good to write a tickle fic again! ❤️ :) This has been one of the busiest seasons I've had in a while and I missed having the time and headspace to write what I love ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy and have a Happy Monday ❤️ :))
Peter 1 jumped when a hand tazered his side. "EEP!"
"Hiya Bug!"
Peter 1 rolled his eyes, but a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He couldn't be mad at Three. He knew the older Peter was just looking for stimulation and knew he could get it from his brothers' attention.
However, it was fun not to give in straight away. So One purposefully turned back to his Science homework.
A whine escaped the older Peter. "Come on Peeeeete."
One turned the page of his Science book.
"Uno!"
The youngest bit back a smile.
"Peteeee!" Thee poked his side. "Don't ignore meeee!"
One moved to the side but still kept his eyes on his page.
"Hey!"
"Ack!"
One's Science work clattered to the floor as he was pulled into Three's arm.
"H-hey!"
Three swung his brother back and forth. "Unoooo!"
One sighed. "Yehes?"
The older Peter grinned. "Hi."
"Can I go back to my work now?"
"No way!"
"Dude--."
Three angled One upside down so his lower back was on the back of the couch and his neck and head were resting on the seat of the couch. "You need a break!"
"What?"
Any further protests were cut off by a bout of laughter as Three attacked the youngest's tummy with tickles. One arm stayed securely around One's back to keep him from squirming away, but that did not dissuade him from trying his very best. His legs kicked as he squirmed around in Three's hold.
"Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"
"Noho! Threhee!"
"I got your tummy! I got your tummy!"
"Naaa! Leheave myhy tummyhy alohone!"
"But he's so lonelyyy!" Three scribbled around. "My fingers are keeping him company."
"Noho!" One snorted. "Thehey're bahad ihinfluehences!"
"They're the best of influences!"
"Theheyre horrihiblehel!"
"You dare insult my finger friends!"
One nodded as a snort slipped out.
"Just for that!"
Before One could ask, Three unleashed a round of raspberries into the youngest's tummy.
One squealed! His older brother just had to play dirty and break out the raspberries. They were a terrible weapon. Especially with the facial hair Three did have on his face!
After a few more raspberries, One tugged on Three's hair.
The older Peter chuckled as he lifted his head. "Ahall tickled ohout?"
One shook his head. "J-uhust beherried ohout."
"Is that so?"
A blush spread across One's face as Three smirked. "Shut uhup!"
With an ever growing grin, Three lifted One's legs and rolled him onto the seat of the couch.
The youngest bounced. "Oof!"
Before he could get up, Three jumped over the back of the couch and onto the youngest. He sat on One's lower back. "Round two?"
"Shuhut up!"
"Nah." Three skittered across One's shoulder blades. "I think I'll tease you instead."
The youngest dissolved into squealish laughter.
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Special delivery!
WELCOME HOME TK FIC LETS GOOOOO
~Wally lends a helping hand to Eddie as he prepares his mail for delivery. But a small discovery makes Eddie a little sidetracked~
Lee!Wally Ler!Eddie
“Well, I really can’t thank ya enough for stoppin’ by to help me out, Wally! It sure woulda been real messy if I’d had to sort through this mail all by m’self!”
Wally looked up from where he’d been placing a brightly colored stamp onto a large pink envelope. He smiled brightly at Eddie as he placed a the envelope in a pile with the others.
“It’s my pleasure! A neighbor is always happy to help another!” He said, his voice calm and airy as usual. It was true, too, Wally was more than happy to lend his friend a helping hand. In truth, he had only dropped in to ask if Eddie had any paper he could spare, but upon seeing how much work the poor mailman was practically smothered in, he opted to stick around. Eddie chuckled warmly at Wally’s response. He gave the shorter puppet a clap on the back as he opened a side closet to look for packaging tape. They worked side by side in silence for a stretch, content enough to just enjoy each others company.
Eddie huffed as he picked up another bulky package. As he set it on a scale to weigh it, an irritated huff sounded behind him that made him pause. He turned, and instantly had to choke back a chuckle. Standing up on his tip toes, Wally was trying to reach another stack of envelopes that were stored on a high shelf. He huffed and stomped his foot on the floor. Cute.
"Heh. Need some help there, bud'?" Eddie asked, walking over to stand next to the short painter. Wally looked up at him, his face adorably pouty. He nodded. "That would be very helpful..." He mumbled. Eddie shook his head and chuckled endearingly.
"Alrighty, c'mere, you!" The mailman said, and just out on instinct he reached put to grip Wally's sides in order to lift him up. But before he had even barely had a chance to get him off the ground, Wally made a strange sort of gasp and jolted away. He wrapped his hands around his midriff, his cheeks now cherry red. Eddie raised an eyebrow. "You could've- ah- you can just hand them to me..!" Wally said, trying to sound casual.
Eddie didn't say anything,instead reaching for the envelopes. But when Wally went to grab them, he jerked them out of reach.
"Hey-!"
"What was that noise ya' made, Walls?"
Wally blinked. He slowly looked up at Eddie. The smile on his face made his breath catch in his throat. He crossed his arms, trying his best to look unbothered. "It was nothing. You just caught me off guard. I startle very easily. Now- please give me the letters?" He asked, hoping Eddie would just drop it. But he just shook his head, taking a step towards Wally.
"No can do, Walls. See, I thinks your fibbin'! Cuz that sure didn't sound like nothin.." He said, crossing his arms. He reached out a finger and poked the smaller puppet in the side. "You ticklish or somethin?"
The way Wally squeaked and jumped away was enough of an answer for Eddie. The grin he wore turned into a full on smile. He reached out to start rapid firing pokes all over the poor painters torso. "You are! Well, that's just adorable, ain't it! Why ain't ya ever tell me?!"
Wally let a couple of wheezy giggles slip, pushing at Eddies hand in protest. "Noho! Ahaha-! Eddie! We have to get back to wohohork!" He squealed, squirming as best as he could to try to get away. But Eddie just slipped one of his arms around his waist to keep him in place,now turning his pokes into light pinches at the base of his ribcage. (Or where his ribcage would be, anyway) He laughed a little and shook his head.
"I says we still got plenty of time! B'sides, your laugh is just too cute! I gotta hear more!" He said, his voice so sweet and genuine it make wallys breath catch. He shook his head frantically, his giggles increasing and the tickles got more intense.
"No! Ahahahah! Haha! I'm much to sensitive for this-EHEHEDDIE! Plehehease!"
He said, his words rushed and frantic as he brought his hands up to fan his face, his mouth open wide in his fits of giggles. Eddie hummed and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against Wallys cheek, giggling at the flustered whine it pulled from him. "Aw, no ya ain't! I think your just being dramatic so I'll stop, aren'tcha?" He coo'd, letting his hands flutter downwards to squeeze Wallys hip bones.
Lets just say Wally let out a scream high enough to rival that of Sallys vocal range.
"EEE- AHAH-! EHAHAHHAH- No-No!! Wait, waIT PLEHEASE-! I'MNOTBEINGDRAMATICTHATREALLYTICKLES!"
He said, little hiccups and gasps breaking through his laughter now as he threw his head back. His Knees buckled, and Eddie had to hurry to keep his grip stable so he didn't drop the poor puppet. Eddie let out a surprised chuckled at Wallys desperate exclamation. "I can tell!"
Wally whined again, his body gone completely limp as he laughed his poor little head off. Eddie let his attack continue for a little longer before he did eventually let up, easing Wally up right again, keeping his arms around him while he recovered. "You ok, giggles?"
Wally chuckled a little and looked up at Eddie, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Yes, I'm fine. But, oh, that was mehean!" He said cupping one of his own cheeks and looking away. Eddie chuckled and let Wally go from his hug. "Aw, ya know you enjoyed it!" Then, he retrieved the letters and held them out to Wally. "Now, I believe you was lookin for these?" He said, wiggling them in front of Wally playfully. He snatched them out of his hand, although there was still a big smile on his face.
"Yes,thank you very much! And now that you've gotten all the sillyness out of you, I shall go back to getting them ready, if you wouldn't mind"
He said fixing Eddie with a light hearted glare as he walked back over to the counter. Eddie laughed brightly.
"You feel more than welcome! There's no one better for the job, I suppose!"
And there wasn't, of course.
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THE SILLY PUPPETS!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!
I hope y'all enjoyed! This way so fun to write!
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We Interrupt This Broadcast...
(Another two-part-er! Stay tuned for part 2 very shortly!)
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)
Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). One comically graphic description of cannibalism (first paragraph). Also, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect a lil angst sprinkled in there (don't worry, he gets better).
If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕
This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.
Ok... I'm gonna be honest folks, I have no idea if this fic is even coherent. This ain't my Best Work™ - this is literally the coping mechanism I've been relying on to put myself to sleep every night this week because HOLY SHIT my life is stressful at the moment. 😅
But anyway, I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, because 1) the world needs more lee!alastor, and 2) I'm not here to do my Best Work™, I'm here to write cute self-indulgent little stories about Alastor getting tickled to bits by his platonic wife. I'm here to decompress my hypervigilant ass at the end of long days by imagining my favorite endearingly creepy characters get wrecked by my other favorite endearingly creepy characters.
In summary, I'm here to have a good time, and I certainly did with this fic. So I hope you do too!
Featuring my new oc! (Rosie and Al still take center stage though, don't worry lol)
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It's a little-known fact that cannibals make terrific doctors. When you spend every meal tearing the human body apart with your face, you end up with a pretty comprehensive intuition for demonic anatomy.
So Alastor supposed he should consider himself lucky to have Rosie and her loyal posse so close at hand after his battle with Adam.
He was certainly relieved when Rosie had stumbled upon him, barely conscious from blood loss on the floor of his wrecked radio tower - and especially a few hours later when, having been rushed back to Cannibal Town, he was whisked into a warm, familiar parlor and deposited on a comfy couch.
Within minutes Rosie had summoned a woman in a white coat who swooped in, produced a bottle of a strange, foul-smelling gel from her medicine bag, soaked a rag with it, and pressed it firmly against Alastor's wound. The searing pain evaporated almost on contact.
"What is that?" Alastor breathes, visibly relaxing against the arm of the couch he's propped against.
"Anesthetic." She begins preparing a needle and thread.
"Didn't know such a thing existed down here."
"Of course! We're demons, not barbarians," Rosie scoffs, watching from the sidelines.
Cannibals, as a rule, rarely last long enough to need a doctor, but Rosie is no ordinary cannibal. And Dr. Trudy Sawblade - a young surgical resident in life, and Rosie's personal physician in death - is the best of the best. While she hadn't quite completed her medical training before her untimely death, in Rosie's service she's gained more than enough experience to make up for her education cut short.
"That salve is derived from a distant cousin of the poison dart frog. Evidently most of the frogs are assholes, because hell has an downright enormous population of them." Trudy's voice is measured and matter-of-fact, with a soft lilt that is both soothing and vaguely unsettling. "Haven't been discovered on earth yet. Which is good, because one whiff of this would end a mortal life in a matter of seconds."
"Lucky you, you're already dead," Rosie chimes in cheerfully.
"Lucky me," Alastor murmurs, without conviction.
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Truthfully, with the pain from his chest wound numbed, the weight of his recent defeat presses even more heavily on Alastor's heart. Someone - probably one of the cannibals who helped transport him from the rubble pile to Rosie's parlor - must have grabbed the broken microphone as they carried him out, because the fractured pieces are sitting on the side table at the other end of the couch. Under normal circumstances the awareness that someone had touched his staff without permission would spark a flash of rage from the Radio Demon, but now he can only stare dismally at what remains of his cane - aware that it's no longer capable of accomplishing much anyway.
It takes only a few minutes for Trudy to stitch Alastor back up and wrap his chest in a stretchy gauze. Meanwhile, Rosie quickly mends the worst of the tears in his clothes - if only to avoid having to watch her friend stare down the couch at his broken staff, with an uncharacteristic half-smile that damn near breaks her heart.
"Alright, sir, that should do it for now. It's a nasty gash, for sure, but the salve should keep it from getting infected."
"Thank you, my dear." He gives an appreciative nod to the surgeon, and Rosie too, as his fellow overlord hands him back his clothes.
"Can't have you going around with a big hole in your chest, can we?" Rosie steps back and scrutinizes her own patch job as he slowly dresses himself again. "It ain't perfect... especially for a classy fellow like you. But I'm sorry to report that I saw my tailor at a Sunday brunch just last week. Inconvenient, but I gotta admit, he made a wonderful casserole."
For the briefest of moments, this aside manages to tweak Alastor's smile into something vaguely genuine. "I'm sure he did."
"One more thing, Mr. Alastor, sir," Trudy jumps in as the radio demon pulls on his coat. "So sorry, I almost forgot. The angel also threw you against a wall, correct?"
At the recollection, Alastor's smile stiffens into something more closely resembling a grimace. His antlers rise between his ears. "Does it matter?"
"You may be at risk for internal injuries." If Trudy is at all fazed by inviting the most powerful overlord in hell's annoyance, it doesn't show. "I really ought to check, just to be safe."
Alastor looks away. As loathe as he is to even acknowledge his own fragility, he truly isn't sure of the extent of his own injuries - given that he's not used to receiving them in the first place. And he'd be damned (well, damned twice) if Adam had ruptured something vital, spelling the radio demon's second death a few hours after the fact.
He grits his teeth. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
"Lovely. If you could just lie back, sir..." As he obliges, she kneels beside the couch. "I'm just going to feel for any swelling..." Her hands hover over him-
"Er, wait." Alastor abruptly sits up.
"It's alright, I won't touch your wound!" Trudy soothes. "I'll just be feeling down here..." She gestures to his midsection (which elicits a sharp flinch).
"No, I-" He hesitates. "I'm... not sure this is necessary."
"Oh, Alastor, stop worryin'!" Rosie reassures him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Trudy is quite picky about her meals. She'd never go for venison."
"That's... not what..."
Alastor pauses, and evidently decides against trying to explain what he meant. He reluctantly lies back against the cushions again.
"I'm going to place my hands under your shirt, sir. If you feel any pain, please alert me."
"Very well."
As Trudy lifts his shirt, he looks like he is going to say something more - but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment her hands make contact with his stomach. He brings one knee up sharply.
"Tender there, sir?"
"No! No, your hands are cold." His words have gone uncharacteristically stiff.
Trudy methodically probes one side of his belly, then the other (which in turn causes his other knee to pop up). This time when Trudy asks if he's in pain, he merely shakes his head.
The surgeon furrows her brow, concentrating. Human-animal hybrids like Alastor already take a bit of poking around just to get a sense for each unique configuration of organs. It doesn't help that the man is bracing for every touch...
"Are you sure this doesn't hurt, sir?" she murmurs tentatively. "You're very tense."
"Yes." The word comes out like a hiss. She glances at the radio demon's face. He's wearing his typical showman's smile, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling with a weird, wide, unwavering stare.
Finally the surgeon sits back. "Well, I don't feel anything concerning. But to be honest, sir, I can't feel much of anything." She turns apologetically to her employer. "His stomach is all clenched up..."
But Rosie is simply standing there pressing a huge grin into her glove. She's known Alastor for decades. She can read his expressions like a magazine.
"Alastor, darling," Rosie drawls casually. "Are you ticklish?"
From the radio demon's reaction, you'd think she'd asked if he was an Exorcist. He scrambles to sit up. "No! Why would-"
"You're ticklish. That's..." She catches herself just before the word precious.
"...What?!" There's an edge of defensiveness to his voice that Rosie very rarely hears from him.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I'm not emb- That's not- what-" Oh, she's giving him that look. "I'm just- I wasn't-"
As he speaks, Alastor's voice suddenly goes thin. His gaze turns inward. "I'm stuttering. I don't stutter! I've never stuttered!" He clutches his coat closer around himself. "I am the RADIO DEMON, for heaven's sake, I don't sta-AHH! Haha-!"
Evidently a scribble to the ribs is a very effective way to interrupt a panicking demon. Rosie runs her fingers from his hip up his side to his arm and back a couple times for good measure.
The amount of startled laughter she is able to draw from just this surprise touch delights her - the poor man is so ridiculously sensitive that a five-second one-handed tickle leaves him fully breathless.
"Okay! Okay, okahay! Keheh- Rosie!"
"Sorry dear, couldn't resist." She holds her hands up, still beaming like a stadium light. "I'll stop torturing you."
Alastor clears his throat. "You're not torturing me, dearest." He straightens his bowtie, clearly attempting to salvage his dignity. "You know what I always say, laughter is a powerful sign of-"
He cuts off with a sharp inhale and defensive flinch as Rosie perches on the edge of the sofa beside Trudy. She grins.
"You're right. That's certainly your specialty, isn't it?"
Alastor forces a nervous chuckle. "Never fully dressed without a smile, you know."
"Well don't worry, darling. I understand." She pats his knee. "Just because you've got the scariest evil cackle in hell doesn't mean you appreciate having it tickled out of you."
Rosie had expected this assurance to put him at ease, but if anything, he seems more troubled.
"Why would I mind a little, ah..." Tickling. Tick-ling. He can't bring himself to articulate two syllables. Is this all he's left with without his staff? "...Er, a little bit of levity? Can't let things get too serious, can we?" With another quick cough, the radio demon finally manages to get his voice to fall back into his familiar breezy cadence. He turns to Trudy. "Now, are we... quite finished with that examination?"
"Nothing seems amiss, from what I can feel." Trudy takes a step back. "Which is not much, but I think I've already made you uncomfortable enough..."
"Nonsense! I'm perfectly at ease!" He lies back again and smooths his coat. "Please, finish your little checkup. I insist."
Trudy regards him curiously for a moment. "Right." Her hands hover over his belly again. "But if you want me to stop, sir, just say the word-"
"I assure you that w-won't be necessahary..."
Trudy watches him seize up before her fingers even make contact. This time she presses a little deeper into his belly, trying to feel around his defensiveness.
"You are punching holes in my couch," Rosie remarks dryly, watching the poor demon's claws bury themselves in the cushions.
"I kn... ohow, I'm just-" He squeezes his eyes shut as Trudy hits a particularly bad spot. And then another. And another... hell, his torso one big bad spot.
"What do you think, Trudy?"
The young doctor just shakes her head.
"Alastor. Darling. You have GOT to relax."
"I am!" Alastor's composure is dangling by the thinnest of threads.
"Maybe it would help," Trudy says, with infinite caution, "to just go ahead and laugh, sir."
A beat. And then Rosie bursts into laughter.
"Giving new meaning to the 'deer in the headlights' expression, my friend." She scoots closer. "I thought you just said you don't mind a little 'levity'..."
"I don't!"
"In that case. Carry on, Trudy - Auntie Rosie is gonna help our patient out a bit while you work."
Too late, Alastor realizes what his fellow overlord has in mind. "Wait, wait! Ros-"
A delicate set of nails find the region just under his ribs - and it's all downhill from there.
"Ah! Fuhuck!" Alastor chokes on a curse before he can catch himself. He twists sideways, collapses into muffled giggles, and briefly manages to pull himself together - just barely - with a few hyperventilated breaths. "Rosie, really! This isn't- please- ack! I can't-" There's that damn stutter again. He hadn't even stuttered when Adam slashed him.
And now, Great Alastor the Radio Demon, undone by some scribbles? And a medical exam?!
Meanwhile, Trudy can feel even less now than she could before, her patient's belly now quaking with silent, suppressed mirth. But she takes one look at Rosie's delighted expression... and continues probing anyway, curling a subtle little smirk of her own.
It seems Rosie has picked up on a slightly less tangible injury than anything Trudy can address. But fortunately, they've just stumbled upon a promising potential treatment.
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Part 2 is already pretty much finished - my brain is just too mushy at this point to contend with Tumblr's shitty text interface any longer, and this feels like a good stopping point.
Lemme get a good night sleep and another dose of Prozac and I'll have the rest out shortly 😅
💜 - Cozy
#lee!alastor#ler!rosie#ticklish!alastor#oh deer he's ticklish#ticklefic#tickle content#hazbin hotel tickles#hazbin hotel tickling
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Swear Jar (Reader x Steve x Tony)
A/N: SUPRISE! hello everybody! i have been gone way too long! i just started college so I have not had time but tonight I was feeling motivated to finish this fic that has been in my drafts since forever! this fic was inspired by “the douche jar” in one of my favorite television series, new girl. if none of you have not seen it I would recommend it since it is hilarious and super addictive comedy to binge watch.
warnings: swearing/curse words
“Oh shit!”
“Y/N!”
Your head shot up from the place in your book and faced the voice in which was Tony’s.
“What?”
“Jar. Now.”
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes and reached into the pocket of your jeans. Pulling out a dollar, you got out of your chair and walked over sluggishly to where the jar was, dropping the dollar and pushing it in with the others.
“You would not have to do that kid if you just watched that mouth of yours. You are lucky it was me and not Steve that heard that.”
This was so fucking stupid. You hated that stupid jar. Over the years both Steve and Tony had been on your ass about your cussing but last week Tony had came up with an idea on how to bring down your habit of swearing by making the “Swear Jar”. Anytime anyone in the compound (whether that be Thor, Steve, Tony, Peter and so on) hears you swear you are forced to put a dollar in the jar. Sometimes when you don’t Jarvis always ends up snitching on you and you are forced to put twice the amount you are expected to put in (thanks to Tony).
“You both are sooo god damn old,” you say under your breath and head towards the door.
“Excuse me?”
You stop a few feet away the door and turn towards Tony with his arms crossed, “I mean, I don’t even understand why this stupid jar is even a thing.”
“You should not be swearing as much as you do, Y/N,” a figure states and you don’t even have to turn around to know it is Steve.
You sigh, roll your eyes and make no move to turn towards Steve. “Why do you guys care so much?”
“It is not healthy how much you swear.”
You turn towards Steve with a cold glare in your eye, “It is the way I cope with all the stress that going on. It’s like a relief. I mean can’t I just let off steam?”
“No,” they both say in union.
“I hope you know, Y/N, that there are many other ways to blow off steam besides having that sailor mouth fly.”
“Well, trust me, I have tried,” you turn your back around towards Tony and gritted your teeth, “but, nothing ever works.”
“I’m sure you can find something, kid.”
Ignoring the comment you huffed and chuckled to yourself, “I hope both of you gentlemen know that this stupid jar is not gonna do anything.”
It has been a month of using the jar and now that Steve thought about it you haven’t been really making any progress.
“You know they are right, Cap.”
“Yeah I know, Tony,” Steve sighed heavily and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, thinking.
“You both should just give up at this point.”
“Who says we are giving up? We might have an idea on how to get you to stop.”
Steve froze, removed his hand from his face and started chuckling making you look at Tony in confusion, “Oh, I think I know exactly how.”
“Oh, really Capsicle? How so?”
“Tony. Grab them.”
“Grab th- wait-“ Tony didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arms around you tightly, securing your arms to your sides with your feet hanging just above the ground. “What are you doing?!”
“Oh, you’ll see,” Tony whispered in your ear.
Steve stalks towards you and stands right in front of you with his arms crossed and smiles sweetly at you.
“What?!” you yell at him, your nerves getting the best of you.
Steve looks at Tony, “Give them to me, Tony.”
“Wait-“ you say, and squeal as Tony tosses you to Steve. He grabs you and starts to carry you bride style, walking over to the couch. “What the hell is going on!” Steve sits down on the couch with you still in his arms and glances at you.
“Hey, Tony?”
“Cap?”
“Count how much money is in the swear jar please,” he says look directly at you as he asks the question.
You don’t put up a fight because you had the feeling if you were, it would result in even more trouble for you.
“It’s about 10 dollars Cap,” he says smiling.
Why was he smiling? Your heart started to pick up, nervous on what their plan was.
“So, should I do one minute or ten minutes?” Steve asks.
“Start off with one.”
“What are you guys talking about?! You’re scaring me!” you look at Steve with confusion in your eyes, pleading him to tell you what’s going on.
“Well,” he says as he grabs your hands, “remember when you were younger?” he starts to slowly raise your arms above your head and tighten his hold on you.
Your eyes widen as you realize what he was about to do. You immediately start to squirm. “Oh hell no!”
“Make that two,” Tony adds.
Steve smiles at your squirming figure, “Sweetheart,” he leans close to your ear, “You’re not going anywhere,” he starts to wiggle his fingers slowly into your armpits.
You start to giggle and move your head towards your armpit, blocking it from his devilish fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve tsks, and shoves his head into the other side of your neck, rubbing his stubble into your neck.
“NO!” you start to cackle, remembering that this was what he would do to you as a kid all the time. Every-time you misbehaved he would pick you up and rub his beard into your neck, knowing that it could easy reduce you into giggles. “Steve, stop!”
He laughs at your shrieks, making it even more ticklish with the vibrations. He lifts up his head and stops tickling your armpits but still keeps your arms pinned. “How much time we got left?”
“A minute and a half,” Tony says teasingly and looks directly at you and you glare back at him.
“Perfect!” He moves his hand right above your stomach, slowly curling it, watching you as your eyes widen in panic.
“Steve!” He smiles at you and starts to wiggle his fingers, lowering his hand towards your most ticklish spot.
“I can’t control it, Y/N. I have been taken over!” He dramatically states and darts his hand on your stomach, making you yell but you don’t feel him move his hand. You look at him in confusion. He smiles wide and stares at you in silence.
“Stev-“ he finally attacks, using his hand to claw into the middle of your stomach, vibrating his hand making you throw your head back and scream-laugh.
“Wow. I’ve never seen the kid scream like that! That’s new!”
“SHUT UP!” you yell at Tony.
Steve gasps, “How dare you?!”
Tony walks over to you still cackling with laughter as Steve scribbles his hand all over your stomach and your sides. He stands over you and puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch, Y/N, that stings”
“Wanna join, Tony?” Steve looks at Tony and smirks.
“See, I wasn’t going to but not that you insulted me like that now, I have to!” He throws his hands up dramatically and huffs.
You feel Steve let go off your arms and stops tickling you. You let out a deep breath but soon you feel Tony grab you and throw you over his shoulder.
“Where are you most ticklish?” Tony asks and looks at you upside down.
“I’m not saying shit!” you yell.
Tony sighs, “Well I guess i’m gonna have to figure it out!” he then starts to claw his hand into your stomach, scrubbing his fingers all over, making you squeal and try to squirm but it’s impossible especially with you on his shoulder. “Why are you laughing so much?!” You cackle as he starts to squeeze your sides fast and quickly, making your body jolt with each squeeze.
“TONY!”
He smiles at you, “Yes, booger?”
“PLEASEEE!” you giggle, feeling his hands start to claw into your stomach like Steve had done minutes ago.
“Please what?”
“PLEASE STOP!”
Steve stands in front of you two, smiling down at your giggling figure, “Are you sorry?”
“YES! IM SORRY!”
“Hmm,” Tony starts to slow down the tickling, lightly poking your sides and stomach making you squeal and giggle, “I don’t know Steve if she learned their lesson.”
“I know something that will make her think twice before swearing again,” he smirks at you. Tony paused tickling you and took him off your shoulder and handing you back to Steve. He carried you bride-style again and looked at you smiling, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head again but slowly lifting your shirt with the other.
“No! No! No!” you start to squirm violently in his arms, “Please!”
Steve lifts your top up and starts to lower his head to your stomach, his breath making you giggle slightly, “Let me think about that… how about no!” He then blows a massive raspberry on your stomach, shaking his head to ensure you feel his stubble.
You scream very loud and laugh very hard, throwing your head back with tears in your eyes. “STEVE!” You start to hiccup as you feel him give you another raspberry, nibbling your skin lightly and rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin.
He hears that you start to hiccup so he stop as you soon start to have silent laughter. “Okay, okay,” he releases your arms and lifts you up into a sitting position on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you close. He looks at you, “Are you okay?”
You nod your head, still giggling from the attack. Tony sits back you and smiles at you, putting your hair behind your ear, “You sure you’re okay, kid?”
“Yeah i’m okay,” you smile at them. “I’m sorry for swearing, I’ll try to tone it down I guess.”
You squeak as you feel a poke to your side and look at Tony, smiling at you and pointing at you accusingly, “You better,” he gets up and leaves you and Steve alone.
“I’m glad that I could see that smile and laugh of yours,” you blush at Steve’s comment.
“Me too,” you look at him and smile.
“You promise to not swear as much right?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised with his pinky out. A pinky promise. You smiled at the previous memory of you and Steve making pinky promises to each other. Like when he would leave for missions, you would make me do a pinky promise to come back home.
You look at him and hook your pinky’s together, “I promise, Steve,” you smile at him.
“Good, because I will not hesitate to do that again,” he playfully threatens you.
“I know, old man,” you giggle.
You feel the air get tense as soon as you called him that. You turned towards him and saw a shine in his eyes which was never good.
“What did you just call me?”
“Uh oh,” you say and get up quickly, running away from him.
You knew that he would get you back but you didn’t care. After all, you loved to push his buttons even if it meant that he would be chasing you around the compound for a while. You have never been happier and you wouldn’t change a single thing.
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EMPORIUM OF HANDS
FINALLY IT'S DONE. RadioRose ticklefic, complete with fear chases, horror, exploring their deranged and complex little relationship, and overall just being really self-indulgent. It turned out being too long for Tumblr to conceive its thiccness, but Ao3 is here to save the day.
Hope you all enjoy! This was my big project and now I can focus on some smaller and fluffier writing pieces ehehe :>
#ticklefic#sfw tickle community#Platonic RadioRose#lee!alastor#ler!rosie#hazbin hotel tickles#fear chases#intense#Queerplatonic#my writing
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Etiquette Lesson (Alex/Henry)
Summary: Alex finds purposefully disrespecting the crown funny, so Henry quizzes him on proper royal etiquette. (I just watched the movie and WOW, I certainly felt every possible human emotion during it!!! This was based on an anonymous prompt and written in a 1am haze, so I hope you enjoy it! P.S. I have no idea if the little royal factoid I included is true, but I read it in like 5 articles so fingers crossed I wasn’t lied to!!!)
Alex Claremont-Diaz is many things: A son, a brother, an activist, a bisexual icon. He is also a fucking menace. At least, according to Zahra, June, his mother, and most recently, Henry.
“I stand by what I said at the wedding,” the prince says. “You need a serious lesson in etiquette.”
Apparently it’s not appropriate to try and seduce your boyfriend in the bathroom of a charity dinner, or so Henry claims.
Alex grins. “You could teach me a lesson any time,” he practically purrs.
Henry’s cheeks are pink and he clearly has to wrestle with his instincts to keep it in his pants and not teach Alex that very lesson right here, right now.
“When we’re back in our room,” Henry replies, straightening his suit jacket. He gives Alex a wink and slips out of the bathroom before his partner can protest.
The rest of the dinner is agonizing for them both, desperate to get their hands on one another.
Once they reach their hotel room, though, Alex is already unbuttoning his jacket and tossing it to the floor before the door has even shut all the way.
“You are a menace.” Henry points an accusatory finger with one hand, while the other makes sloppy work of his tie.
Alex flashes a grin. “And you love me for it, Your Majesty.”
Henry takes two steps forward and pushes him against the mattress, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. “How many times must I remind you, that title is reserved for the King?” he asks, pinning Alex’s hands.
“But it’s so fun to call you by the wrong honorifics, baby.”
“Alright, here’s how this is going to work: it are going to answer my question, and if you get them right, you can do all the things you promised to do to me in that washroom. If you get it wrong, however, I’m going to punish you. Understood?”
Alex lets out a breath. “How exactly do you plan to punish me, Your Majesty?” he asks, fanning the flame.
Henry chuckles, leaning down so that his lips brush Alex’s ear, making goosebumps rise on his brown skin. “I’m going to tickle you until you beg for mercy, obviously.”
It’s not the answer Alex was expecting, and he flushes, immediately beginning to squirm. “Oh, baby, come on, you don’t—”
“We can always just go to bed, if you’d rather not take the risk,” Henry cuts him off.
Alex knows that's Henry’s way of reassuring him they don’t have to do this. That if Alex hates the sound of that, they can pretend it was never said and move on. They’ll probably even still fuck if he taps out now, because they are both half-hard and a little bit tipsy.
But Alex hates backing down from a challenge, and he supposes there are worse punishments Henry could have suggested…
“Deal,” he finally says.
Henry grins down at him in the sexiest way possible and Alex has to bite his lip to keep from whining.
“What flower do royal women traditionally include in their wedding bouquets?”
Alex blinks at him, disbelieving. “Are you serious? Why the hell would I know that?”
“Are you giving up already?” Henry asks, resting his fingers on Alex’s belly.
“No, no, wait—Uh, lilies?”
Henry’s fingers start moving without warning, scribbling up towards Alex’s ribs. “Want another guess?”
Alex has already begun giggling like mad, the anticipation and champagne in his bloodstream making him twice as susceptible to the ticklish touch. “Violets?” he guesses between laughter.
Henry clicks his tongue with mock disappointment. “No, sorry love. I’ll give you one more guess.”
He’s scratching at the spot between Alex’s top rib and the hollows of his armpits, and the First Son is a cackling mess because of it. “Fuck, I don’t—Uh, tulips?”
Henry shakes his head. “That’s too bad, dear. Clearly you need to read up more on my country’s traditions. I’ll have Shaan put together a file for you,” he teases, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across Alex’s neck, and sneaking a cheeky nip to his collarbone for good measure.
Alex kicks his legs, his laughter bubbly and joyful and absolutely adorable, as far as Henry is concerned. He’s known that Alex is ticklish since the third time they hooked up, and he got his head crushed between the American’s legs after touching his inner thighs too softly.
“Baby, c’mon,” Alex gasps, scrunching up his shoulders in a lame attempt to protect his neck.
“Begging already?” Henry asks.
Despite the desperation in his laughter, Alex shakes his head, defiant as ever.
“Suit yourself.”
Henry quickly grabs at his hips, squeezing in a way that always makes him turn to jelly. The squirming and kicking stops as Alex becomes boneless on the pristine hotel sheets, his laugh breathless and wild and beautiful.
“Okay, okay, I’m begging,” he babbles. “Please, baby, no more.”
Henry stops immediately, running soothing palms up Alex’s arms, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks. “You are such a brat,” he mutters.
Alex snorts between gasps of air. “You never told me the answer.”
“Hm?”
“To the question you tortured me over? What flower is it?”
“Myrtle,” Henry replies.
“What? How was I going to guess that? That’s not a flower, that’s a ghost from Harry Potter!”
Henry laughs. “Maybe I didn’t want you to guess it correctly.”
“You set me up, you dick!”
Alex is on him in an instant, fingers finding the curve of Henry’s waist and digging in until the room is filled with laughter once again.
Alex might be an absolute menace, but Henry supposes he can be one as well.
#rwrb ticklefic#rwrb tickle fic#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#firstprince tickle#firstprince#tickle fic#ticklefic#raspberry writes
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The Cold of Winter
Link and Zelda are spending time alone together after defeating Calamity Ganon. Zelda tells Link some family backstory, which leads to some playful silliness between the two.
Hi @feathergil! Surprise! I was your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy your christmas fanfic!
It was the middle of winter, and Link and Zelda were sitting out on the snowy field under a tree. It was freezing out, and they were eating cream of mushroom soup in front of a campfire.
“Goodness…It’s very cold out here…” She said, blowing some air out of her mouth and looking at the cold, visible steam that left her mouth.
She looked at Link, and widened his eyes. Link was visibly shivering, his cream of mushroom soup shaking from his shivering hands.
“Oh goodness, you’re freezing!” She grabbed the blanket from her own shoulders, and wrapped it around Link. “Here…” She adjusted it on him and smiled. “This should keep you warm.”
Link wrapped the blanket around his front and held his right hand out with the bowl of soup. He sipped a bit more of the mushroom broth of the soup, before eating some more of his soup with his spoon in an attempt to get himself warm.
Zelda grabbed the last bit of her soup in her spoon and ate it before placing the bowl onto the log beside her.
Link slurped up the last of his soup, before placing the now-empty bowl of soup down onto his side of the log. With his hands free, Link bundled himself up more with the blanket. He could feel his energy coming back slowly, but his body was still quite cold. The soup was warming his belly, but not his entire body…sauteed peppers would greatly help him right now…but he didn’t have any on him. So he supposed he would just have to make due.
“You’re still freezing…Did that mushroom soup not warm you up enough?” She asked.
He shook his head.
“Oh…I see.” She replied, not really offended but still disappointed. “What else could we do to warm you up further?” She asked.
Link shrugged his shoulders. He knew what would warm him up, but neither had them on their person. So with that off the list, Link had no idea.
Zelda sighed and looked at the campfire for a while. “The wintertime was a breathtaking season for me and my family.” She told him. “My mother used to take me on walks outside of Hyrule Castle. The winter was the hardest time to travel due to the endless snow that covered the ground.” Zelda explained. “The cobble around the castle was easier to walk on, and I always insisted that we walk there…” Zelda chuckled. “But my mother insisted that we walk in the snow to ‘strengthen our legs’. She told me that ‘the cold of the snow makes her feel better’. And I suppose the snow made me feel better too, even if I didn’t want to admit it.” She told him with a giggle.
Link’s face showed a sense of calm and love as he listened.
“My mother and father had many different ways of keeping me warm in the winter.” Zelda continued. “My mother used to cuddle with me whenever I was visibly chilled…Her body heat and her loving embrace always helped warm me up.” Zelda explained.
Link smiled a bit at this. It sounded really sweet. He placed a hand on her shoulder to show his condolences for her dear mother.
Zelda placed her own hand on Link’s, to reciprocate the appreciation. “What are your thoughts about cuddling?” She asked rhetorically.
Link looked at Zelda with surprise at first. Was…was this a rhetorical question? Or a hint? Link’s facial expression turned soft as he wrapped his arms around her.
Zelda was thrown off guard by this at first, but she let him hug her and eventually hugged him back. “I suppose that means you like cuddling too?” She asked aloud.
Link nodded his head and closed his eyes as he felt his body warming up slightly. She was warm and cuddly…almost as if she had earned her mom’s ability to keep people warm with her body warmth. Perhaps this was what made her stay warm for a lot longer than him? He couldn’t be sure.
“It’s funny…I remember something else I used to do when I was cuddling her.” She admitted, before gently poking his left side. “I used to tell her jokes.” She admitted.
Link looked at Zelda, almost with a curious expression. Tell jokes? Really? He tilted his head as he began wondering: What kind of jokes?
“They were bad jokes, but they never failed to make her laugh.” She explained. “Do you want to hear one?” She asked.
Link shrugged his shoulders before nodding his head with a smile. He wanted to know what kind of joke she was talking about. And now, he gets to hear one.
Zelda cleared her throat. “Someone in Clock Town told me about a map maker who had grown tired of making maps and riding around Termina on a balloon.” She started to tell him.
Link raised an eyebrow. A story joke? Where is this story going?
Zelda smiled. “Word is, the reason he took a break was because his feet started to Tingle.” She told him happily with a few laughs.
Link closed his eyes with a grimace on his face. He looked very unimpressed. Of all the types of jokes to enjoy…
Zelda’s laughter doubled upon seeing Link’s facial expression. “Wahahas ihit that bad?!” Zelda asked.
Link looked away, showing slight guilt for having given Zelda such a disappointed look.
“What about this one:” She let go of Link and looked at him. “Why doesn’t Hestu cook anymore?” She asked next.
Link thought for a moment, attempting to come up with an answer. But he didn’t know, so he shrugged his shoulders.
“He lost too many seeds.” Zelda replied with a giggle.
Link blinked and sighed. He looked down, and visibly tried not to chuckle out of pure pity.
Zelda saw this, and smirked. “I know you want to laugh.” She teased. “I can see your breath hitching.” She told him.
Link widened his eyes and looked at Zelda, before looking away almost desperately.
This reaction alone only made Zelda giggle. “You’re not going to laugh at my joke?” She asked.
Link raised an eyebrow, before looking away as if saying ‘no, why would I?’.
“Don’t make me tickle you.” She warned with a smirk, poking his belly. “I know you’re ticklish.” She reminded him.
Link widened his eyes and jumped a bit, trying not to let any giggles out at first.
“Come on, Link…” She switched her finger tactic to skittering all over his belly and sides. “Laugh for me!” She told him.
Despite his ability to stop himself from laughing, Link could still feel his lips morphing into a wobbly smile. He could feel the giggles filling his lungs little by little. His lungs needed to let it out, but he was refusing to let it happen. He didn’t want to laugh at her bad jokes. But he had to admit…the tickles were working on him.
“Laugh, Link, laugh!” She said before squeezing his belly.
These squeezes were enough to make his laughter finally free itself and take over his entire being. “HahahahAHAHAHA!” He wiggled around in her grasp, unsure if he should push her away, or let her tickle him.
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~” She teased. “There’s your wonderful laugh.” She said.
“HAHAhahaha- Heehehehehe!” Link let go of Zelda and hugged himself to stop her. But she just kept following right behind him and sneaking tickles everywhere she could reach. Soon, Link got up and ran several steps backwards in an attempt to get away from her. He had his arms up in a defensive position with a visible smile on his face.
This told Zelda he was fine with her continuing her rampage. “Trying to get away, huh?” Zelda teased, wiggling her fingers. “You can’t escape the tickle monster for long, Link.” She said to him with more excitement building in her body.
Link gasped and did a full 180, taking off running from her.
Zelda gasped. “GET BACK HERE!” She reacted, taking off running after him.
Link attempted to run up the field as far as he could go, but he had only so much endurance until he inevitably had to slow down. And not only that, but Zelda wasn’t very far behind him.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Link, Zelda was a lot faster than she looked. All those years of walking in the snow with her mother had clearly paid off…And within a matter of minutes, Link was tackled right into the snow. “I got you! Now fear the wrath of the tickle monster!” She declared as she tickled all over his sides.
“BAHAhahahahaha! Hahahaha-HAHAHA!” Link laughed loudly almost immediately.
“Goodness, what a reaction!” She reacted with a giggle of her own. “Ihit makes me want to tickle you more!” She added.
Hahahahahahahahaha! HAHAhahahaHAHAHA!” He reacted, his laugh moving up and down octaves depending on where she tickled.
“Now let’s see…” She poked in his lower rib, which earned her a little giggle. “If my knowledge on Hylian anatomy is correct…” She started to count up his ribs. “There should be 12 ribs on each side.” Zelda explained.
“HahahahAHAHA! HAHAHAHAAAHAHA!” He covered his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laughter.
“1…2…3…4- Link, please!” She held on a little tighter. “In the name of scientific discovery, can you please sit still?” She asked him.
“HAhahahaha-hehehehe!” He giggled.
“Let’s try this again.” She started counting again. “1…2…3…4…5…” She adjusted herself. “I know it’s hard, but try to keep still.” She encouraged. “This is number 5…so this is 6…and 7…8…9…” She kept going.
“HAHAHAHA- BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Link’s laughter, as well as his wiggles, had almost doubled. It seemed like the higher that she went up, the more ticklish he was.
“Okay-Link!” She grunted and moved her fingers back down. “Great…Now I must start all over again.” She told him, giggling a bit.
Link giggled and shook his head with a wide smile on his face. Come on…How is that fair?!
“Listen-” Even Zelda couldn’t stop her own laughter from leaving her mouth. “Ihif you cannot sit still, then my scientific evidence will be futile.” Zelda told him, attempting to be serious, but failing miserably.
“HAHAhahahahaha!” The man was still laughing, even though he wasn’t even being tickled! He couldn’t help it! He couldn’t tell what was making him laugh more: Her teases? Or the phantom tickles?
She giggled a couple more times before resuming. “1…2, 3, 4, 5…” She smirked and wiggled her finger on the next rib. “6! That’s the halfway point.” She declared.
“HAHAhahahaHAHAhaHA!” Link cackled.
Zelda giggled at his laughter before resuming her counting. “7, 8, 9, 10…11…” She wiggled her finger on the very last rib, cheerfully saying the word “12!”.
Link’s laughter doubled and turned hissy the moment his last rib, and therefore his armpit, was dug into with strong, ticklish intent.
Zelda smiled brightly. “It looks like the anatomy books are correct! All the Hylians of this generation appear to have 12 ribs on each side!” She declared. “That also means…” She stopped her fingers. “-That the Hylians’ anatomy has not changed in over a hundred years!” She added.
Link went completely limp on the ground, visibly tired from the tickles.
Zelda just giggled with a smirk. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” Zelda asked.
Link huffed slightly and shook his head.
Zelda smirked and crossed her arms. “This is he?” Zelda asked, before walking up and tickling his sides, making Link guffaw in surprise. “This is the man who is destined to protect me from the dangers of this world?” She asked, moving her fingers down to squeeze his hip. “This is the Hero of Time who saved the Kingdom of Hyrule from the wrath of Calamity Ganon?” She asked next.
“BAHAHAhahaha- HAHAHAAhahahaHAHA!” He cackled, attempting and failing to stop her hands a multitude of times.
“I must say, my protector is much too ticklish to be given such a profound responsibility.” Zelda teased before moving her fingers to the inner hollow of his right hip.
“Hahahaha-HEHEEEHEEHEHEE!” Link fell onto his back and turned to his side, kicking his feet rapidly.
“Ooooh, is the legend true? Does the Hero of Time have a special sweet spot?” She asked with an evil smirk, digging into the spot a slight bit more.
“HEEHEEEHEEEHEHEEHEEE! HAAAHAHAHAA!” Link shouted with laughter, still kicking his feet like a hyper little child.
“I’ll lessen the tickles a little bit. I wouldn’t want to kill my protector, after all.” Zelda told him. She moved her fingers away from his hips, and started to gently drag her fingers against his belly once again. Only, she used her one index finger rather than all 5 of her fingers. “Is this a little easier for you to handle?” She asked.
Link’s laughter managed to die down to just giggles in only a couple minutes. His kicking had lessened, and it felt easier for him to breathe again.
“Link, can you feel my finger?” She asked, tracing her finger up and down.
Link giggled and squeaked as he nodded his head. He certainly could feel it! And though it wasn’t as ticklish as his hip, it did leave him feeling vulnerable and extra giddy.
“Okay, good. Do you recognize these symbols?” She asked, drawing out symbols against the right side of his belly.
Link giggled as he felt them, and nodded his head. He recognized them as letters from the Hylian alphabet.
“Good. Can you understand what I am writing?” She asked.
Link continued to giggle as he attempted to understand the letters she was writing out on his belly. To say it was ‘difficult’, was a massive understatement.
…T…i…c? T? No, N…No, K? What was that le- Okay, E…What was the word? He hadn’t figured it out yet. And she was already done.
“I take it you cannot understand my writing yet?” She asked with a giggle.
Link nodded his head. He couldn’t decipher the word yet. He was very lost.
“Very well. I will spell it out for you again. Focus on my finger.” Zelda spelled out the letters a lot slower this time. Link’s giggles started up again as he attempted to decipher her spelling.
T…I…C…okay, K…Oh! L…and E. Okay! He got it! It spells tickle-
...Oh…
Link widened his eyes and let out a high-pitched whine as a blush formed on his face.
“HAhahaha! Do you understand now?” She asked.
Link squeezed his eyes shut and hesitantly nodded his head.
“Good! Now decipher this one.” Zelda declared before starting right away.
C…o…o…c…h…f? No, y. C…Coochy?
“There’s word one.” She said. “Do you understand?” She asked.
Link nodded his head.
“Okay good. Here’s the next one.” She said before spelling out the next word. He felt the giggles bubble up in his lungs and flow out almost immediately.
C…o…o…c-h-y? She spelled out the same word! Why?! Coochy coochy- Wait…There was no way she was-
“And here’s the last one!” She declared.
Link giggled as he felt it.
C…O…O…Is she spel-nope…She’s done. C-o-o…Coo-
Link gasped and turned to look at Zelda the moment he got it. She had really spelled out ‘coochy coochy coo’!
Zelda, why?!
This darkening blush mixed with his sheepish facial expression, had told Zelda everything she needed to know. “You understand?!” She asked with a laugh, clapping her hands excitedly. “Yay!!” She cheered, before taking one better glance at his face. Zelda gasped and howled with surprise. “Oh my goodness, your face!” She hugged her own belly and absolutely laughed her heart out. Zelda hadn’t focused on his face the first time! And when she did see Link’s once-in-a-lifetime reaction, she had quickly lost herself in the sea of her own laughter. She was almost tempted to pull out her Purah pad and take a picture of his face, so she could never forget it again.
Link’s blush only deepened as he watched Zelda laugh beside him. Her laugh was really adorable to listen to…he could only imagine how fun it would be to tickle Zelda back…but, he didn’t dare try it, especially now when they were laying in the middle of the snow field.
But on the other hand…The snow had never stopped Zelda from tickling him…
Zelda started to calm herself down as she rolled back over to look at him. “How long has it been since you have heard those childish words?” Zelda asked.
Link blinked once at her…and slowly looked down as his blush deepened a little bit.
This made Zelda laugh all over again. “Your flustered face has got to be the best thing I have ever seen on you!” She reacted. She bit her lip and looked at Link for a moment, before bringing her hand up and booping his nose with her mitted index finger. “Boop!” She added for extra effect.
Link went cross-eyed as the blush spread out on his face. By this point, his blush was coating all his cheeks, and had spread out to the tops of his pointy Hylian ears! It was super adorable to see, and Zelda was grateful to be one of the only people in his life to experience such a reaction out of him.
She scooted herself closer and danced her thin fingers all over his belly and sides. “Your reactions alone are encouraging me to keep tickling you.” She admitted.
Link squealed and doubled over, attempting to cover up his belly again.
“Don’t make me tickle your hips again, Link. I know just how outrageously ticklish they are, and I will use it to my advantage.” She teased.
Though he knew his hips were worse, Link refused to uncover his belly…so, Zelda ended up throwing him into endless hysterics.
Link shook his head as he laughed and cackled helplessly. Though the tickles and laughter were super embarrassing for him, he had to admit…the laughter was making him feel amazing. Not only that, but the tickles were warming him up as well! And best of all? Zelda looked like she was having a blast just toying with him! So that only made him feel even better!
But alas, he did need to properly breathe again. So he reached for her hands and pulled them off himself to tell her ‘PLEASE STOP! IT’S TOO MUCH!’. And Zelda seemed to understand that sign right away. She moved her fingers up and gently felt his cheeks. “Oh! Your cheeks are warm! Are you no longer chilled?” Zelda asked.
Link chuckled and nodded his head. He felt warmer now, and he had Zelda to thank.
“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” She declared. “Are you okay to walk back to the castle?” Zelda asked.
Link nodded his head and got back up onto his feet. He felt a lot better now, and was ready to take on the cold weather once again.
Perhaps chili peppers and armor aren’t the only cold resistant remedies out there…
#squealing santa 2k23#ss2k23#link needs a hug#post-breath of the wild#fluff#cuddles#rib counting#hylian culture#ticklefic#ler!zelda#lee!link#teasing
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For the fic ideas/requests, I think lee!Vox and ler!Velvette would be cute :3
Here you go anon! Hope you liked this, I tried my best :)
Dont you dare!:
Hazbin Hotel |Tickle fic|
Lee!Vox
Ler!Velvette
Summary: Vox says a little cocky remark which triggers Velvette to teach the Tv host a lesson.
It was normal day for the V’s as usual, the group separated to do their own work for the day. Vox ended up being the first one to finish work and do his own stuff in his own time.
Vox got home, made himself a cup of coffee, and retreated to the living room area, where he sat down and turned the tv on, relaxing out as his gaze averted to the tv screen.
One habit Vox had was just not watching tv, but it was watching camera CCTV of the Hazbin Hotel, just so he could hopefully get a glimpse of Alastor or have some intel that he could use for his own personal use and advantage, he hated the radio demon after all.
Not too long after Vox got home, the shortest, and most stylish of the V’s came home, opening the door and walking through, shutting it behind herself, though she had not noticed Vox yet, she was too busy texting and tapping on her phone.
Vox looked back to see the overlord stood there texting away. Speaking out. "You use your phone too much." Vox spoke, a little grin growing on his screen.
Velvette looked up from her phone to see the Tv host starting back at her, a little smirk on her face as well. "Good afternoon to you too, Vox." Velvette said, walking over and sitting next to him.
"Where’s Val?" Vox questioned, cocking a brow in question. Velvette relaxed in her seat before she responded.
"Valentino won’t be home until late tonight, he still has some shoots to finish before he can go home." Velvette told Vox, looking over at the television now seeing what Vox was watching, scoffing at this. This habbit was annoying to Valentino and Velvette sometimes, each time something would happen for example, the radio demon appearing on screen, Vox would rant and rave about how he hated Alastor and how he wanted him dead.
"Again with this?" Velvette asked, folding her arms, narrowing her gaze towards Vox.
"What?" Vox asked, saying it like he had no idea on what Velvette was talking about, as if that the Hazbin Hotel wasn’t on screen, blaring at the two.
"You know what, Vox! Alastor isn’t just going to appear on screen you know! You’re very obsessive of him aren’t you?" Velvette asked, earning a scoff from Vox.
"Oh fuck you, I am fucking not!" Vox growled, his Tv voice coming in to play when he spoke. "I need to know what he has planned, he wouldn’t just be running a hotel for no reason.." Vox mumbled, Velvette snickered in response to this.
"That just sounds like you’re obsessed with him, if he was on the screen right now you would be whining about how you hate him." Velvette said.
"Oh fuck off, that’s better then bitching over models not wearing a few dresses that you don’t like." Vox had really done it when he said, Velvette narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me a bitch?" Velvette asked, placing her phone down by a nearby coffee table.
"See? You’re already stressing out just from me talking about him and now your being rude…" Then an idea popped up in Velvette’s head, a sinister one at that.
"I think I’m going to have to destress you for this." Velvette said in a low tone, Vox’s eyes winded, immediately scooting a bit away from her.
"Don’t you fucking dare.." Vox said in a warning tone, Velvette had known him long enough to know what his weaknesses was, and this certain little weakness, mortified him, and Vox had known Velvette enough to know what she would do if he annoyed her.
"Don’t I dare do what? What exactly do you think I’m gonna do?" Velvette asked, unable to hide that grin that was growing on her face, scooting closer towards the other V.
Vox could feel that nervousness building up in his body, leaning back away from her, leaving him in a very vulnerable spot to get attacked. "Y-You fucking know what! Look I’m sorry, I-It was just a slip of tongue.. you know?" Vox mumbled, he smiled sheepishly, unable to stop that blue blush glowing across his screen.
But it was too late, the shorter overlord pounced onto Vox, reaching down and digging her fingers right into his tummy, earning a nice sharp squeal from Vox, already giggling up a storm.
"EHEHHEEK! Wahahahahahahait, hohohohohohold ohohohohon! Vehehehehellvette!" Vox begged but Velvette just couldn’t stop now! Vox’s pitched giggles were too adorable to resist.
"Hmmm, what was that? I’m sorry, Vox you’re gonna have to speak properly! Mind turning on your subtitles?" Velvette cooed, her sharp her scribbling all over Vox’s tummy, with no remorse, making the tv host hiccup through his giggles, already becoming a flustered mess.
Vox shook his head in question, blush attacking his screen as he struggled to handle the tickles that were already destroying him. "Ohohohohohoho fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohohoff stohohohohohohop tihihihihihickling m-mehehehehe!" Vox giggled away, Vellette traced her nails town from his tummy down to hips and squeezing the hipbones, rewarding herself a sharper, high pitched squeal from Vox.
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHE HIPS!!" Vox screeched, Velvette now had this playful little smirk on her face as she tickled the very sensitive overlord’s hips. "Not where? I can’t hear you, you’re screaming way too loud!" Velvette teased, the hip squeezing intensified quickly, determined to tickle the Tv host to a giggly little puddle.
Vox let out a girlish like shriek, kicking his legs as he was being tickled to a pulp, his blue blush attacking his whole screen, he began to now buffer out a little as he was tickled. "EHEHEHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHAHAHAHHAHAA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAH-AHAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!" Vox began, already tearing up from the tickles. Velvette smirked and thought for a second.
"Hmm you’re right.. I am getting pretty bored of tickling her, how about… here?!" Velvette reached up and held Vox’s antennas, fiddling with them with her thumbs, scratching along them. Fucking jackpot. This caused Vox’s whole screen to go to a static for a few seconds before returning to now a big smile, and loud cackling.
Vox reached and gripped on Velvette’s wrist in defence to stop her tickling his poor antennas. "VEHEHEHEHEH-EHEHEHEHELVETTE! NOHOHOHO-OHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE OHOHOHOHOHO FUHUUHUHUHUHUHHUCK! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY! MERCY!"
"What was that? Did you say something?" Velvette asked, her grin growing sharper as her little prey began to plead and beg for mercy.
Vox shrieked out squeezing his eyes shut as he got absolutely WRECKED. "I SAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAID FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING MERCY!" Vox screamed, feeling his screen overheat as his whole screen flushed.
Velvette finally spared poor Vox, leaving him a little giggly mess, sinking into the couch. "I-I’m sohohohohohohorry!" Vox apologised.
"All is forgiven, you just need to watch your mouth when you speak to me like that, or else I’ll just tickle my favourite Tv host until he cant see clearly!" Velvette teased, moving off of Vox and seating herself back on the couch. "Though we both know you liked it~".
"N-NO I-I FUCKING DID NOT!" Vox whined, the blush that was fading, coming back and attacking his screen again.
"I’m only messing with you!" Velvette giggled, looking at the sight she caused.
"Now let’s both relax now. Valentino will be home soon." Vox nodded in agreement as he sat up, using his power to change the Tv channel to something else other than the Hazbin hotel. If he ever wanted to be tickled again he might just have to make snide remarks Velvette more often…
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