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2 lers 1 lee?

Sandwiched between them both?

One whispering teases in your ear?

When you lift your arms to try and move his head, the other is attacking your unprotected sides?

Teases about your blushy face being thrown left right and centre?

Compliments about your smile and giggles as if you aren’t crumbling before there eyes?

No?

Just me?

I guess I’ll just go……..🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

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Ok, no, I get it, you're ticklish and you can't stand it and you're begging for it to stop. 100% with you. Totally on board. Yes. Understood. But, and I need you to hear me out here, the thing is... you didn't safe word, and I'm not going to stop tickling you. Cool? Cool. Glad we talked this through~

#reblog dump q #inspo #correct jahsdghsj

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thinking abt how pentious would have a really silly laugh

#sir pentious the love of my life #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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Where's That Smile? || A Gustholomule Tickle Fic

Summary: Gus notices that Mattholomule is especially grumpy while they're fortifying the Illusionist Graveyard and tries to put a smile on his face. This is a tickle fic, you all know where this is going 😏

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It wasn't that off-putting that Mattholomule never smiled. Admittedly, it would have been more startling if he did. He must have been destined to be a miserable little agent of chaos. But still, everyone has to smile sometimes, it's witch-nature. It's uncontrollable and contagious, like a yawn. A yawn but for happiness. Mattholomule must be capable of smiling, and Gus was going to prove it.

Luckily enough, he had the perfect setting. Him and Matt were spending their Saturday like they usually did, continuing to reinforce the Looking Glass Graveyard. It had become an unspoken agreement, that they would return every weekend, and work till the sun went down. It was a lot more fun than it sounded. They laid out illusion boobytraps and pranks to frighten off unsuspecting looters. And of course, they needed to be tested. Matt would "accidentally" trigger the traps and scream dramatically to make Gus laugh. But all the lab rat offered in turn was a smirk, which was not the same as a smile.

On that particular Saturday, Mattholomule hadn't even given him that. He seemed deflated and irate, whereas his usual self was at least a little cheeky. Gus wasn't about to let his new friend go home with the blues. During one of their breaks, he plopped himself down next to Matt where he sat on a bench, and turned to face him.

"You alright? You don't seem like yourself", asked Gus cautiously.

"Why? Did I forget to tap my heels during my peppy musical number?", was Matt's reply, abundant in sarcasm.

"You don't have to be such a jerk, you know. No one's here to make fun of you." Gus's feelings weren't hurt. He willingly spent time with Matt despite his cold cover, but he was concerned about his cru-friend. His friend. The boy who used to be his enemy, now his friend. His new friend. The one he was worried about. Yep.

Mattholomule gave a small sigh and averted his gaze to the ground. He spoke as kindly as he could, "I'm fine, Augustus. Nothing happened. It's just one of those days, you know."

The illusionist decided not to acknowledge the decency Matt showed him, for fear he would revert back out of nervousness. Instead, he lightened the tone.

"Maybe I could help cheer you up!"

The boy next to him rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious! C'mon, there's gotta be something I can do to make you smile!", Gus grinned.

"You're sweet, magician boy, but I don't need cheering up", Matt's voice suddenly took on a gruff, melodramatic tone, "My soul is cold, rock-hard, untouchabLE-"

His monologue was interrupted by a double poke to his sides, courtesy of Augustus 'fed up with your bullshit' Porter. To be perfectly honest, Gus didn't actually know what he thought would happen. But seeing his cocky friend jump at his touch gave him an idea. This would definitely make him smile.

"So you're suuuurrree nothing can make you smile~?, the illusionist teased.

Matt had a bad feeling about where this was going, and summoned the strongest grimace he could muster.

Gus slowly pinched up and down the boy's sides, "Are you suuuurree you're not... ticklish?"

Mattholomule was in deep water now. This was the last thing he wanted to happen in front of his cru-friend. His friend. The boy who used to be a nuisance, now his friend. His new friend. The friend who was sitting very close. Yep. His face grew red and he turned away, hoping the boy in question wouldn't notice.

But oh he definitely noticed!

Gus grinned with excitement, "Ohhhh I think you are~! I think you wanna laugh~"

The sparkling sensations on Mattholomule's sides were starting to get to him. His chest shook with suppressed laughter as the corners of his lips turned up.

"I think I see a smiilllee~!", teased Gus.

Matt shook his head sternly. He was not about to be humiliated in front of Augustus Porter of all people.

"No?", asked Gus dubiously, "Guess that means I have to do this!"

At that moment, he scribbled his fingers all over the poor boy's torso, scritching and scratching over his belly and sides.

Mattholomule doubled over, flopping right onto the ground like a fish.

Gus roared with laughter at the less-than-graceful whale breach and followed after him, tickling him still.

"I know this tickles! I'm not gonna stop until I hear a giggle. I'm going to tickle you all day if I have to~"

Poor Matt was barely keeping it together. He clapped his hands over his mouth to keep any noises in. The illusionist took notice of this.

"Are you embarrassed?? It's just me. I want to hear the real you. Pleeeaase??", Gus cooed affectionately.

Mattholomule's face burned like the sun. He COULD NOT believe this was happening to him. He was embarrassed beyond help. But at the same time, he knew Gus's words were spoken out of sincerity, and he knew if he really asked, Gus would stop. Maybe this dork really did just want to make him happy. Even still, Matt hated his own laugh. It made him sound like a loser.

Gus paused for a moment and made a show of pretending to be puzzled.

"Hmmm... oh I know! Your giggles must be buried in your belly! I better dig them out~", the illusionist said as he lowered his wiggling fingers toward their target.

As they clawed softly into the front of the Mattholomule's tunic, Gus could've sworn he heard a few jittery giggles muscle their way out the former bully's lips. He almost had him.

"C'mon Mattyyyy, cootchie cootchie coo~"

Hearing that corny petname after so long caught Matt off guard, and in that brief moment of flusteredness, the dam broke.

He couldn't fight it if he tried. He giggled so hard his body shook. He squeaked and squealed and squirmed and even snorted unintentionally, causing him to try to hide his face.

Gus was beaming with glee. He hadn't expected the bully's laugh to sound so... sweet. It sounded like a child's almost, which made sense considering they were children. It was the happiest noise he had ever heard.

He wasn't blind, though. He could see that Mattholomule was feeling vulnerable and embarrassed right now (which as to why Gus couldn't understand. His laugh was so charming, who made him feel like he needed to hide it??) and smiled assuredly down at him.

"Awwww Matty~! There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your laugh is adorable! It suits you..."

Gus was being honest with him. Matt could hear it in his voice. His words brought a rush of relief throughout his body, which just made him laugh more. This wasn't actually that bad. It felt really good to laugh like this, even if he still thought it sounded stupid. At least Gus didn't think it sounded stupid.

Mattholomule bubbly giggled, not only because he was still being tickled, but also he had never felt so safe and carefree in his life.

Eventually, Gus had to stop. The poor boy had started to wheeze. They laid together in the dirt, the loopiness in the air slowly fading out.

Gus was the first to speak.

"I promise not to tell anyone. This'll be our secret."

"Thanks, Gus. I appreciate that", Mattholomule said warmly, still smiling from ear to ear.

He looked over to find that his wonderful friend was already staring agape at him.

"What?", queried Matt.

The illusionist suddenly bore a grin almost as big as Mattholomule's. "You just called me Gus."

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FIRST TICKLE FIC! WOOO 🍾! Of course there is still room for improvement, but I had SO much fun writing this! Hope you like it!

#SO CUTEEEEEEEE #toh #reblog dump q

[oliviaischillin1204]

Ready, Set, Go! - Hazbin Ficlet

(in which Husk can't give the Angel the starting signal <3)

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"Alright, ya ready?"

"No no, wait wait! Shit- just- oh god" Husk groaned. He couldn't believe that he was having THIS much difficulty keeping still. And Angel hadn't even started tickling yet!

Not that the actor minded. He was plenty happy laughing at Husk's trouble. It was fun watching him twitch and pull away from hands that he, ironically, wanted on his body.

He tried again to speak, his voice a tad quiter. His whole body was contorted away from Angel's like he was being tortured. "O-okay okay, I'm ready. Just go," he said, squeezing his eyes shut, waiting.

He waited still, after what felt like an eternity. There was no shriek, no yelp, no barrage of prods triggering a spasm. No nothing.

Husk cracked one eye open to discover that Angel hadn't even raised his hands into position.

"ANGEL!"

"Oh wait was that my cue? Oops, sorry~" Angel feigned innocently.

"You fucking asshole!! I told you I was ready!" Husk cried, grumbling the last part, "Now I gotta psych myself up again..."

Angel finished his giggle fit. "Alright, alright. Are you ready now?"

"Um..."

"Ready for me to tickle tickle tickle you alllllll over?"

Husk growled into his palms. "Fuck you."

"Well, that's a real shame! Only good boys get tickled!" Angel admonished.

The kinky undertone was not lost on the bartender.

"Ah, dammit! Yes! I want you to... do the.. thing..."

Angel grinned. "The tickle thing?"

"... yes."

"Okay!" Angel cheered excitedly, "Heeeere weeeee go!"

And so started the madness.

Just as Husk desired.

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#this is SO GOOD FUCK OFFFFFFF #lee husk is my fucking weakness #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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Can we see it? Can we- Can we see the vision?

Just a doodle that has been plaguing my head for literal days

#hey. i fucking love this. #the stomach swooping fear that the ler *will* make his broadcast go live #all while he's being tickled beyond belief #hazbin hotel #fucking perfect man #reblog dump q

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game idea: try not to laugh challenge but you watch the funny vids while being tkled so it's harder :3

#inspo #reblog dump q #this is so silly sjdfhdjsk

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Big brain concept !!! Sitting a lee in my lap and making them play Dont Scream while I give them soft tickles. Between the actual scares and the tickles, how long will it take before they lose? (nsfw and proship dni pls)

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2 5 and 6 for huskerdust?

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

I don't know if those would be considered unusual or not, but Husk has super ticklish ears, which Angel loves to take advantage of. His little heart patterns on the inner shell are particularly sensitive!

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

Angel's ticklishness was revealed by Cherri during a game of truth or dare (see my fic for details, haha), with Husk's own sensitive being brought to light immediately afterwards by Alastor, who couldn't pass up the opportunity to embarrass the poor man.

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

Angel can't STAND them (in the best possible way)! You'd think for a guy in his profession he would have a bit more resistance to them, but nope, you'd be dead wrong! They get him HOWLING in seconds!

#huskerdust my fucking beloved #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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#4 for CharVag (do they have a ship name? I’m really asking), #10 Huskerdust and #5 snakebomb? For the tickle ask meme

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

They both do! While I feel like Charlie is more likely to use this type of attack (especially when Vaggie is groggy from first waking up and too sleepy to fight back), Vaggie has definitely turned the tables on her a couple of times, because how could she NOT with a girlfriend so cute?

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

I feel like Pentious walked in on Cherri and Angel having a tickle fight in the lounge area, immediately got super flustered, then got dragged into the fray when Angel commented on "how fuckin' ticklish" PENTIOUS is!

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

Angel, definitely! Husk is the type to suffer in silence when he is in a lee mood, praying for the feeling to go away on its own. Angel, on the other hand, becomes the BIGGEST BRAT IN HELL, constantly bugging and prodding at you until you are forced to retaliate and knock him down a few pegs.

#THIS IS SOOOOOOO GOOD #i love all of these sm #the pentious one is fucking killing me i adore him #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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how ticklish is soft Val?

if very, what about Vox tickles HIM this time?

Very, and he loves it

So for a bit of context, I hc that Soft!Val has both antenna. It's not specified how canon!Val lost the plumage on one side, but I'm pretty sure it is canon that he did have both at one point, so I'm just gonna go ahead and create a Soft!Val au where he kept both, and doesn't wear his wings like a coat, thank you

This is kind of short, sorry ^^"

Softie

coming up with titles is fun /s

CW: Restraints and suggestive jokes, but nothing explicit happens

Lee!Val, Ler!Vox

Summary: Val asked for this (I didn't know what else to write, I'm sorry, it's just affection basically)

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Let’s be real, Val can orchestra hard core tickle torture films but if he was in the position, he’d break down in less than a minute. Guy can’t take what he dishes out

OH, he couldn’t STAND being put in the shoots he puts his actors into! The man would DIE five minutes in!

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Progression

aka 2 times angel didn't tickle husk + 1 time he did (with implied timeskips to different stages of closeness)

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“Did you just… giggle?”

Husk flushed at the question, ears folding back as soon as Angel released them. Angel had only wanted to see how they felt. Husk himself had allowed it… until he realized…

His ears were ticklish. Especially the insides, where Angel’s attention inevitably wandered. Husk had kept it together for an entire 5 seconds before Angel’s thumbs were sweeping over the hearts.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned after, scowling to cover up his embarrassment. He braced for a taunt, or a real attempt at tickling… only for Angel to back off entirely.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t meant anything by it!” Angel soothed with the offending hands raised. “Thanks for lettin’ me touch ‘em, though. They’re really soft!”

Husk blinked, bewildered.

“Uh… sure… but don’t expect this again. It was one-time deal.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

With the subject settled far more easily than expected, Husk returned to his work… oddly unsatisfied.

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#this fic is so cute im going to pass out #angel/husk is. so fuckig good. #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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Lee!Alastor Headcanons Let's Gooooo

so sorry for the word wall... but I cannot be concise about the scary demon man 😅

Words cannot describe how much I love the idea of Alastor's accent slipping when he's tickled. It's hard for me to picture it in my mind because it never really slips on-screen (although his "WELL! Looks like I need a visit t' the TAY-ler!" line gets pretty close lol) but GAH the man was born and raised in Louisiana, he's gotta have at least a little southern drawl buried under that Transatlantic thing he's got going on.

{ helps that I grew up in the south, and I know how common it is for folks with very faint/non-existant accents to suddenly go FULL TWANG if something gets them riled up (or, ya know, ✨flustered✨) I don't even have a southern accent myself but I still start to drawl my vowels a little bit if I get wound up enough. }

I'm also a huge fan of the hc some people have suggested that Al loses his static filter when he's tickled, falling into genuine laughter. I have a bit of a hybrid version: I feel like as he resists and tries to suppress his giggles the radio filter gets thicker and thicker, the way it sounds when you're losing a radio station... but then once you REALLY get him good and he can't fight back the hysterics anymore, it'd just drop out completely, and all you can hear is his genuine laughter.

I expect there'd definitely be more and more of that crackling radio background static too (not the voice filter, but the lil buzzy crackle noise that happens when he's not speaking) the more flustered he gets, since that seems to happen pretty consistently when he's nervous.

Ya know that lil squeaky noise Al makes at the very end of "Stayed Gone" (literally the last sound you hear before Vox's "FAHAHAHAHACK!!")? I picture his voice doing a lil compressed version of that noise if somebody sneak-attacks him at juuuust the right moment. Basically his version of a squeal of surprise.

That said.... Alastor seems to have a pretty strong hold on his startle reflex. I mean, a fucking chandelier falls directly in front of him and his expression doesn't falter. So I have a theory that Al is able to keep such a tight hold on his startle reflex because his knee-jerk response to being startled isn't fight or flight, but freeze... a literal "deer-in-the-headlights" if you will 🦌

THEREFORE I feel like that deer-in-the-headlights instinct means that he'd be completely disoriented by tickling, anticipated or not. So few people touch him at all that the mere sensation of being tickled would likely overwhelm him very quickly. Add the tension between his panic and the equal and opposite reluctance to stop it (because, lee)... being tickled would just completely short-circuit the poor guy's brain.

I'm SURE there will be a part 2 to this in the future, so stay tuned! 😁

#OMG HE FREEZES thats so real op #skdjfhdjsjdhjska deer in the headlights getting tickled bc he cant figure out how to move LMAOOO #hazbin hotel #reblog dump q

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Person a just standing and minding their business and person b coming from behind and dragging nails up person a's arms

Maybe even going up their neck , person a just scrunching up all cute

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GUYS I LITERALLY WIN.

I MAY NOT HAVE AN IRL LER BUT ONLINE I KNOW AN ECLIPSE FICTIVE AND WERE CLOSE (⭐️ BTW HIIII) AND HE LITERALLY LET ME LAY IN HIS LAP IN VRC AND GAVE ME TICKLES IM HAVING THE TIME EVER EEEEE

ALSO ANOTHER THINGY I HAD GUTS

SO I GOT HIM TO ADMIT HE LIKED BEING “POKED” BC THATS OUR CODE WORD RIGHT, HE SPECIFICALLY USED THAT WORD AND SO A BIT LATER I GO

“Never in a million years did I think I’d get the big bad eclipse to admit he liked being tickled!”

AND HE LITERALLY HID HIS FACE!!! I GOT HIM TO BLUSH AND HIDE HIS FACE

HE NEVER RLLY HAD THAT KIND OF REACTION TO THE WORD BC I USE IT OFTEN ENOUGH WHEN IM TICKLING HIM BUT FOR SOME REASON THAT USAGE GOT HIM AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THAT

TLDR i love my older brother

#op ur teasing was extremely good KDJFHDJSKDJFHDJSK good job #reblog dump q

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Fiancé: *Starts tickling me in the middle of a Lowes Hardware.*

Fiancé: What’s the matter? Are we in PUBLIC? 😏

Me: *SWITCHY.EXE HAS CRASHED*

#reblog dump q #op ur so lucky w ur fiance sdjfhghdjs