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gigglyapples · 2 days
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New Discoveries
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This fic is dedicated to @hype-blue-fixation and @squishyimps for all of their AMAZING audios and contributions to our little community! 🥳
I’ve used a few lines here and there from some of their audios as little easter eggs!
Now feast my little minnows! *yeets fic at you and runs away*
Also, sorry I haven’t been very active! Exams have been beating me up in the alleyway.
Lee!Alastor
Ler!Rosie
Warnings: Tickles/Super fluffy!
It has been a long day for Alastor. He’s only been in Hell for a couple of weeks and was still getting used to everything down here. Sure, there were parts he was admittedly fond of. The violence, the misery, the suffering… It was all a pleasure to witness. However, there were definitely parts of his new undead life he was still getting used to.
His deer form in particular was an odd one. Rather ironic actually… A mass killer on earth is never caught, but accidentally killed by a Hunter while walking home… way to rub it in Hell.
Though Al would never admit it, he was quite disoriented when he first arrived in Hell. Fortunately he picked up on the rules and games of this cursed place rather quickly. Using his cunning and manipulative tactics to get ahead, he was already well on his way to being a powerful overlord. And power of course was a big box to check off his list.
For the most part Alastor has kept to himself, defaulting to his instincts and staying out of the crowds, though, there was one person he’s met that he has grown quite fond of. A cannibal overlord named Rosie, originally he simply wanted to get close to her for the kill. She was simply another soul for him to own. However, Rosie was quick to catch on to his little scheme and made it known. Sure he was a murderer, a sociopath and maniac… but he had standards, so when Rosie made it clear she was had knowledge... He and Rosie’s respect for one another quickly grew into something some might even call, a friendship… both of them having somewhat of an unspoken truce between them.
Alastor had to admit, Rosie was quite like his dear mother, perhaps that is why he has such respect for her… Rosie’s husband on the other hand…. Not so much… Currently Alastor was puttering in Rosie’s living room, waiting for his dear friend to return with tea. They had quickly began a weekly ritual of gossip and sharing hearsay of easy to manipulate souls prime for the picking.
Alastor hummed observing himself in the mirror. He stared at his deer like features as he reached up to flick one of his ears in curiosity.
“Hmmm… curiouse…” He pondered.
“What is curiouse my friend?” Came Rosie’s voice as she entered the room a tea tray in hand.
“Oh! Nothing my dear.” Al responded turning to face the woman his eternal grin never faltering.
“Hehe, if ya spend all your time admirin’ yourself in the mirror, the other overlords are gonna catch up my friend.” Rosie teased sitting down on the couch pouring herself and Alastor a cup.
“Oho please my dear, do you really think so little of me?” Alastor asked, his smile growing wider as he went and joined her on the couch.
“Of course not, I just know how easy it is to slip outta line around here. Gotta keep up.” She smiled as she looked at her friend before taking a dainty sip of her tea. When the usually chatty demon didn’t respond she strained her eyes to look at her friend. She had only known him for a little over a month, but Rosie was a clever woman, she could read people like a book, Alastor included. Something that honestly unnerved the Radio Demon.
She observed her friend as he looked down at his cup deep in thought… in spite of his eternal smile… he looked… troubled.
“Whats on your mind Al?” Rosie asked. Alastor physically flinched a little at the question, clearly not expecting it. He cleared his throat. “Why, whatever do you mean Rosie? I am just chipper.” He chuckled leaning back into the couch.
“Oh come now Alastor, I can tell you’re lying right through your teeth!” She giggled at her pun placing her tea cup down on the coffee table.. “Come come, tell Auntie Rosie whats troublin’ ya…” Rosie smiled gently placcing a hand on his arm
“It does not concern you my dear, do not worry yourself.” Alastor reassured placing his cup down as well.
“Nonono, none of that, you are my guest, and partner in crime! I insist.” Rosie smiled.
Alastor thought for a moment. He knew Rosie wouldn’t let this go, she was a stubborn lady…
“Alright, but this stays between you and I.” Alastor warned.
“Of course Deary! Now, spill! spill!” Rosie giggled guiding him down to rest his head on her lap, something Al surprisingly didn’t object to.
“I am simply still adjusting to my new hmmm features…” Alastor began trying to find the right words.
“Oh! You mean like your adorable little deer features?” Rosie giggled in a teasing tone, making Al’s ears flatten in slight irritation as he looked up at her.
“Yes… that… I am discovering new aspects of this demon form almost daily, some that are certainly interesting…” Alastor admitted twitching his ear.
“Well, I for one find these wittle ears quite endearing!” Rosie giggled before starting to gently pet Al’s head and ears. Alastor stiffened under her touch. He hadn’t let anyone touch his ears yet. It did not feel how he expected… a shiver ran up the demon’s spine.
“Ah! U-Uhm… Rohosie what prey tell are you…?” Alastor stuttered as he felt her nails gently scratch and glide through his hair.
“I’m pettin’ ya silly. Feels nice doesn’t it?” She asked with a knowing smirk as her nails raked up and down against the base of the demon’s ears.
“Hng! R-Rosie- that is quite…”
“Aw, come now Al, don’t tell me you ain’t enjoyin’ this even a little…” Rosie smiled down at the younger demon.
“I’ve lived here long enough to know how these things work my friend.” Rosie snickered, scritching behind Al’s ears. Alastor whimpered slightly as the sensation grew more intense. Rosie watched as he began squirming on the couch his toothy grin growing wobbly.
“R-Rohosie… please, I am nohot- I am not a pehet!” Alastor giggled his ears twitching away from the woman’s touch as he gently thwapped at her hands, not even realizing he let a chuckle slip. Rosie gasped in sheer delight at his reaction.
“Oh Alastor sweetie! How come ya never told me!?” Rosie giggled cupping her cheeks with her hands. Alastor raised a brow at her.
“Hm?… Told you what?” He asked.
“That your ticklish of course!” Rosie teased. Alastor’s cheeks tinted pink as his eyes widened for a moment before he recollected himself.
“Oh please Rosie, do not be absurd! What on earth gave you such a ludicrous idea?” Al denied looking up at the woman, but Rosie noticed how Al’s eyes instantly locked onto her hands. Rosie smiled down at her friend, the blush tinting his cheeks was all the information she needed.
“Hmmm, I don’t know Al… you were bein’ awfully giggly a second ago…” Rosie stated making a claw with her hand as it loomed towards Al’s sensitive ears. He quickly reached up and grabbed her hand before it made contact as the two demons locked eyes.
“N-Now now Rohosie… ” Alastor gasped as Rosie used her other hand making the deer demon yelp as the ticklish fingers returned to their previous location.
“Ha! You’re gigglin’ and I’ve barely even touchin’ ya’! Thats just the cutest thing!” Rosie teased her voice full of endearment for the demon.
“B-Behe quihihiet! Ihit is not!” Alastor giggled tossing his head back and forth in attempts remove the woman’s tickly fingers. Rosie quickly noticed how Alastor hadn’t really made any real effort to move away from her… he could easily make this stop, but for some reason he wasn’t…
“Heh, I’m not the one gigglin up a storm here, Al.” Rosie snickered fluttering her fingers on the inside of his ear now.
“R-Rosie! Rohosie!” Alastor squeaked through his quiet giggling.
“Hm? Aw whats the matter Al? Are these little ears a bit sensitive?” Rosie smiled
“I-IhI’m going to hahave to bite yohou!” Alastor threatened opening an eye to glare at her.
“Oh! Well we can’t have that now can we? Better move to a different spot…” She replied in a mischievous tone, suddenly darting her free hand under his raised arm. Alastor screeched and began kicking his legs as she poked and squeezed at the sensitive skin underneath the fabric.
“Rohohosie nohoho!! Oho stahars!” Al screeched with his own hand still holding hers he quickly pulled his arm down trapping her hand
“Alastor… you’ve trapped my hand. How am I supposed to tickle ya if your arm is stoppin’ me?” She smirked not fully stopping her tickle attack on his upper ribs. Just ever so slightly wriggling them to keep the demon giggling.
“Y-Yohou and I… bohoth knohow thahat… is not true!” The Radio demon said through his giggles squirming under his friend’s fingers.
“Well… if you’re not going to let my hand free then I guess I’ll just have to stay here forever hm? How does that sound Al?…” Rosie teased and started pinching and squeezing the ribs under his arm. Alastor gasped and fell into another stream of frantic giggles and squeaks as Rosie began playfully poking and pinching the skin.
“R-Rohosie! Rosie Noho!”
“Hmmm say Al, if ya got ears and antlers like a deer… ya think ya got 13 pairs of ribs like a deer too?” Rosie smirked as Alastor eyed her with a questioning expression before realizing what she was implying.
“Nononono! R-Rohohosie plehease!” Al protested as she pulled her hand out from under his arm and wasted no time massaging little circles into his lowest rib.
“One…” Alastor screeched loudly, arching his spine and high pitched laughter escaped him. This was a game his mother would play with him often as a child, it never failed to make him cackle.
“Gyahaha! N-Noho! Rohosie!” The demon shrieked kicking and uselessly grabbing at the woman’s hands.
“Two… Three… Four- Alastor!” Rosie scolded when Al managed to grab her hands but he just kind of held them.
“Alastor sweetie, how am I supposed to count your ribs with you grabbin’ at my hands?” Rosie teased still pinching at his ribs.
“R-Rohohosie! Nohot- nohot there! Noho! Nohohoho!!” Alastor squeaked as her fingers moved higher up his ribcage.
“Hm? No what Al? I-“ What neither of them were expecting was a sudden unique high pitched deer like bleat to slip its way through Alastor’s giggles.
Rosie stopped her tickling fingers and looked down at the flustered demon under her with the biggest smile on her face, only making Al’s face grow into a darker shade of red.
“Oh. My. Stars! You fuckin’ Bleat! That is the most precious thing I have ever seen!” Rosie laughed going right back to that same spot to try and get that reaction again. Not a second later another bleat came from the Radio Demon.
“ROHOHOSIE *Bleat* NOHOHO! *Bleat*” Rosie noticed how much more frantic Al’s laughter had become suddenly due to his embarrassment.
“Awww whats the matter Al? Are you embarrassed? Don’t be shy sweetie, lets hear that adorable little noise one last time hm?” Rosie giggled. Alastor’s face could be compared to the color of his suite by this point. As he desperately tried to prevent whatever it was that was causing him to make such an embarrassing noise.
But despite The Radio Demon’s efforts the adorable sound came through again as Rosie’s fingers ventured down to his belly.
“ROHOHOSIE! *bleat* PLEHEHEHEASE! IHI CAHAHAN’T *bleat* CAN’T BREHEHEATH!” Al pleaded through his loud fit of laughter.
To his relief Rosie’s fingers finally stopped tickling and came to rest at her sides. Alastor laid there a flustered giggly mess as he tried to gain what little composure and pride he had left.
“Y-Yohou are… one evil woman…” Alastor lamented wiping a tear from his eye.
“Thank you! I do try.” Rosie smiled down at him gently scratching his scalp as he calmed down.
“Heheh! Have I ever told ya you’re adorable?” Rosie teased as Alastore relaxed into the touch.
“Ugh… Uhunfortunatley…” Al replied with a roll of his eyes. The two sat in silence as Alastor’s breathing returned to normal.
“So… feeling better?” Rosie asked making Alastor flinch and grumble.
“O-Oh hush you…. This event doesn’t leave this emporium…” Al grumbled his ears pinning back.
“Don’t you worry Al, you’re secrets safe with me, Sweetie.” Rosie smiled.
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dbear2 · 2 days
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okay so like let’s cuddle, tickle each other, and kiss <33
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derdunkleengel · 17 hours
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Never ever mess with the Radio Demon
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Summary: Playing pranks on the Radio Demon himself is never a good idea. Something Charlie has to find out the hard way, when Alastor finally runs out of patience with her childish antics…
Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. Also a little warning for some swearing. And last but not least: Platonic "charlastor", because I couldn't help myself. :3
Word count: Almost 6000 (I swear these stories of mine getting longer and longer XD)
Authors note: It's not exactly a third part of my previous two stories (This one and also that one), but can be seen as such. Even though writing this story flustered the hell out of me, I still had a lot of fun with this. Buuuuuut I don't have the "balls"to upload this one to my Fanfiction.net account (yet), so it will stay on my tumblr account only (for now). I tried to add some "tickle talk" in here (because I just LOVE teasing lers ;3). I think I already did that years ago with some of my Supernatural tickle stories, but I can't remember this anymore. Let's just say I tried and I hope I delivered XD. And now excuse me, but I will go back to hiding under a rock... XD
PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^
By that way, this is for the anon who send me this cute ask:
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I tried to add this and I hope you'll like it. I, for myself, love this idea (but poor Charlie XD).
And now have fun reading :3.
(I am also open for more ideas for new stories, for I am having so much fun writing these fics :3. My ask box is open for you guys :3)
Never ever mess with the Radio Demon
As fast as she could, her hooves carried her through the dark corridors of her hotel. She ran as fast as her surroundings would allow her, taking as many turns as she could to outrun him, because she knew that if he got his claws on her she would be screwed!
A laugh swelled behind her, soon filling the entire hotel corridor and a shudder ran through her body, as flickering lights accompany the sinister laughter.
“Run, darling. Run as fast as you can. You can’t escape from me~.”
She forced herself to run even faster upon hearing this and when she dared to turn her head briefly and look behind her, her eyes widened, for there, in the darkness, two glowing red eyes peered straight at her and she could make out the outline of his broad grin, as he sauntered slowly behind her, hands crossed behind his back, as if this were harmless child's play. And to him it was, because Charlie knew how entertaining this hunt alone was for him. Even if hunting was something he usually didn't like to do, as he had once told her, but for her he made an exception today, it seemed. Great! As if her situation wasn't shitty enough already…
Admittedly, she herself was to blame for this misery, because he had warned her often enough and she hadn't wanted to listen and now she had to face the consequences. But she wouldn’t make it easy for him and she would run away from him for as long as she could.
She quickened her steps, as she turned the next corner and saw the hotel lobby ahead of her, where the hunt had begun.
When she slithered into the lobby, it was empty except for one demon, who was standing behind the bar, looking as grumpy as ever. There was no sign of the others and Charlie knew she was on her own.
Vaggie and her father had left the hotel not too long ago, as the two fallen angels wanted to stretch their wings, as they called it. Lucifer had offered Vaggie to fly with her that morning and for Vaggie it was a huge honor to fly with the King of Hell himself and so she had gone with him earlier, beaming with joy. Angel was at the Vees' to shoot another movie and there was no sign of Niffty either. The little demoness was probably out somewhere in the hotel, cleaning something or chasing after some roaches again.
So there was only one demon left...
"HUSKER!!!"
The bartender flinched, as Charlie literally shouted his name at him and only seconds later, the princess of hell was standing in front of his bar. Completely out of breath, with a wild beating heart in her chest and with pure panic in her eyes, she looked at him, silently begging him to help her out of this situation she has gotten herself into.
"Husker, please! You have to help me!"
Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she knew no other way out than to come to him and demand help. But whether he wanted to help her was a completely different question. Especially when the sinister laughter once again echoed through the hotel corridor from which the young demoness had just emerged. A shadow slowly appeared on the floor. A shadow, with big antlers on its head and a devilish grin on his face and that was the moment Husker knew he wanted nothing to do with the whole thing.
"Whatever you did, I want nothing to do with it. I'm definitely not messing with Alastor!" the cat demon said with a growl in his voice and Charlie's last shred of hope, of getting out of this in one piece, disappeared with such dismissive words.
She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a startled squeak, when she suddenly felt a dark aura behind her and shortly afterwards, two clawed hands placed themselves gently on her shoulders. From the way Husker flinched and how his fur bristled, she knew Alastor was standing behind her, still half presenting his demonic form.
"What a wise decision, Husker. At least someone who knows not to mess with me."
The words were calm and yet they sent shiver after shiver down Charlie's spine, as she could clearly hear the warning in that usually charming voice of the Radio Demon. Especially when the hands squeezed her shoulders to give the words more strength and let her know that he had actually meant her and not Husker.
"Now if you'll excuse us, my old friend. Charlie and I have something to discuss..."
More goosebumps all over her body and she felt the grip on her shoulders tighten. He was silently letting her know that he wouldn't let her get away and that she didn't even need to try.
But that was exactly what she did.
Charlie desperately tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling wildly back and forth and Alastor was so surprised by that, that he actually loosened his grip briefly and she was able to break free. But she didn't get far, as he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, pinning her against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere, my dear!”
"NO! Al, please!!" she shrieked, a laugh mingling with her voice that she could no longer hold back.
Husker, meanwhile, stared questioningly back and forth between the two of them.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you guys starting to lose it too, or what did I miss?" he asked, as Alastor joined in the princess's laughter, as he lifted her slightly off the ground and turned around with that wriggling, giggling something in his arms and tried to carry her into the direction of the hotel hallway they had just come from.
"If you're determined to find out what I am going to do to her, you're welcome to be the next guest in my today’s broadcast."
Husker's eyes widened as these words reached his ears. He suddenly realized the danger Charlie was in, but...why in hell was she laughing so hard? She should be scared for her life if Alastor took her into his radio tower. After all, he knew what he did to his victims there...
"You don't really want to do that, boss? She's Lucifer's daughter! You can’t be serious!"
Alastor had managed to throw the still laughing Charlie over his shoulder and held her tight, to make sure she wouldn’t get anywhere. He gave the cat demon his widest grin and something mischievous sparkles in those red eyes of his.
"Take a good look at her, Husker. Does she look to you like I threatened to maul her, while broadcasting her agonizing screams for whole hell to hear?"
"Not really."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me...as I mentioned, Charlie and I have some unfinished business to deal with. Don't we, darling?"
He didn't even wait for an answer and only seconds later, he and Charlie had disappeared into the corridor from where they had come from, leaving a befuddled looking cat demon behind.
Husker could only look after them with a disbelieving shake of his head.
Yes, everyone in this hotel seemed to be going crazy lately. If even Alastor was already getting involved in some silly games...He couldn't even drink that much alcohol to put up with this shit anymore...
Meanwhile, Alastor had almost reached the door that led to his room. He could have simply teleported into his radio tower with Charlie, but where was the fun in that? It was much more fun to take his time and delay the inevitable on purpose; just to torment her some more. So he walked slowly, almost strolling through the dark hotel corridor, ignoring the playful punches that rained down on his back. The only way for Charlie to defend herself against his strong grip. But the deer demon remained truly unimpressed by these pitiful attempts. He just kept walking, grinning maliciously as the young princess got more and more lost in her laughing fit, even though he hadn't done anything yet.
Oh yes, this was already entertaining for him and he would make sure that it would get even better, once he had reached his destination. It was also a welcome change from the now monotonous life in the hotel. Although he had had a lot of fun pestering Lucifer a little since he had moved into the hotel, but he had to hold himself back a lot as he had promised Charlie and he was a demon who kept his promises...well, at least some of them...
"Al! Please! Let me go! We can talk about this!" Charlie's voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Fingers clawed into his back, pulled lightly at his overcoat and he had to control Charlie's wriggling legs with his free hand to avoid getting kicked.
"Now you want to talk? I'm sorry, my dear, but it's too late to talk now. I warned you several times what would happen if you dare messing with me, but not once would you listen to me. Instead, you play one prank after another on me, provoking me by constantly poking my sides, no matter where I am or who is watching and last night you even had the nerve to send me Angel Dust while I was sitting in the bathtub, because Niffty made me take a bath. Do you know what he wanted from me, Charlie?"
As he asked her this question, the princess's laughter grew louder and she could probably guess what Angel had wanted from him.
"He seriously wanted to oil my hooves...and other parts of my body! And he called me an elk! It was bad enough that he saw me naked, but this? This was the most outrageous thing yet and something I will not tolerate! You seem to forget with whom you’re messing with and I am very happy to remind you of that, sweetheart. When I am done with your punishment, you will think twice of messing with me ever again!"
The last words were accompanied by a low growl, which gave Charlie goosebumps again. She could also well imagine why Angel had come back to the lobby so quickly last night...with a totally distraught look in his eyes. Apparently Alastor had presented him his demonic form, because Angel had sworn last night to never make a single sex joke in his presence ever again.
"I-it was just a prank, Al. Don't you have a sense of humor anymore?”
They had now arrived at his door and he slowly unlocked it, before stepping into his room just as slowly, locking the door behind him and then throwing Charlie onto his bed; only to take off his overcoat and roll up the sleeves of his shirt; just for a dramatic effect, of course, and to tease Charlie a little more.
When he turned to look at her, she squeaked and hid under his blanket, making him roll his eyes. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that the sight didn’t amuse him. And something like this seriously called herself the princess of hell. She didn't exactly behave like a princess. But perhaps that was exactly what he liked so much about her. She was almost always cheerful, had a smile on her face and managed to cheer others up or motivate them. But when it came to playing pranks at his expense, the limit was reached. Princess or not, he would teach her a lesson today which she wouldn’t forget so quickly; he would make sure about that.
"To come back to your question: I do have a sense of humor and understand fun. Only my kind of fun might be very different from your kind of fun," he explained, as he slowly sauntered towards his bed, grabbing the blanket and pulled it off Charlie in one swift move.
"How about I show you my sense of humor? I am sure you will love it, because you will have a lot to laugh about…"
He didn't even wait for an answer, but grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him.
"No, no, no! A-Alastor please dohohohn’t!"
“You can beg me as much as you want to. It won’t help you, for I won’t show you any mercy and you better save your strength, for you will need it very soon…”
Her cheerful laughter soon filled the entire room, as he wrapped his arms around her middle, lifted her up and then carried her unerringly to his radio tower, which was right next to his room. He had to give her credit for one thing: she really did try to fight back with all her might. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him from carrying her to his radio station. His shadow did the work of locking the door behind them, so that they were undisturbed, before he disappeared again. But not without giving Charlie a sardonic grin that made her stomach do somersaults.
It was the first time she was in his radio tower. He'd had to build it from scratch after Adam had destroyed the hotel. Normally she would have found it exciting to be allowed to see the inside of Alastor's radio tower, but at that moment she had no eyes for the interior, only for the door that loomed closed in front of her sight. Once again, she pounded her fists against his back, but it only earned her a low chuckle from him and, unchanged, he carried her to the small vintage wooden bench that stood in front of his radio desk.
As he sat down with her, Charlie made a last-ditch attempt to escape and climb over his shoulder, but he was quicker than she was, seeming to have anticipated that she was trying to escape from him, because he quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her back. When she came to sit on his lap, he wrapped his right arm around her stomach, pressed her back against his chest and slid the small wooden bench a little closer to his desk.
"NO! AL, PLEASE DON'T!" she squeaked loudly, as he reached with his free hand for the ancient microphone that stood on the desk and slowly pulled it in her direction. And it was at that moment, that she realized for the first time that he was no longer carrying his microphone staff. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen it since the fight with Adam. She wondered what had happened to it? A question she really wanted to ask him later...assuming she survived what was about to happen to her now...
By now, she was laughing so hard that she could already feel tears in her eyes. Alastor hadn't done anything yet and the Radio Demon just sat there in silence, watching her with a broad grin and waiting patiently until she calmed down on her own.
It took a few moments, before her laughter died down and silence returned to the radio tower.
Still giggling softly, Charlie let herself fall against his chest and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt his chest vibrate against her back as he chuckled softly.
"Calm down, my dear. I haven't done anything yet," he teased her and he took great pleasure in noticing the slight blush on her cheeks that his words had triggered.
"You don't have to."
Amused, he raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip around her middle a little, as he felt the fighting spirit return to her body, as she began to fidget again.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to, because you don't seem to want to learn any other way, Charlie. No one messes with the Radio Demon without consequences. Not even the princess of hell. And here we are now. I'm sure you're familiar with the stories they tell about me in hell and what I do with the demons I take into my radio tower. However, it will be a little different for you..."
His words were calm, teasing and yet warning at the same time and they were accompanied by claws that began to walk gently across her belly. The princess immediately burst into another fit of giggles and bend forward at the same time. Her hands rushed to his, trying to push his claws off her belly, but she couldn't do it. A twinge of mirthful panic rushed through her body, as his claws slowly picked up the speed, wiggling softly into the fabric of her thin shirt, since she didn't wear her blazer. Something she regretted now...
"Ohhh, what's wrong, sweetheart? Does that tickle~?" he asked, highly amused, his voice almost being a purr of true satisfaction and his eyes sparkled with mirth as well, as she started squirming in his grip.
"Yehehehehes!"
"Peheheherfect."
Almost immediately, Charlie felt her cheeks catching fire, as Alastor mimicked her teasingly and her fit of giggles quickly turned back into a full-blown fit of laughter that she just couldn't hold back anymore. At the same time, she threw her head back, right against his shoulder, kicking her legs a little and squealed with pure mirth, as his claws continued to move over her belly, tickling softly and yet so effectively, always in search of those little spots, that would make her squeak so adorably.
“What’s wrong, darling? Is this already too much for you to handle? Are you that ticklish~? And why are you looking away from me? Can’t you look into my face right now~? Come on, Charlie~, let me see that smile of yours.”
"Y-you ahahahasshole!" she squeaked out between fits of laughter in response, as his claws hit a particular ticklish spot on her belly.
Immediately the tickle attack stopped and Alastor pressed her even closer against his body, bending his head down to her so that his breath tickled her neck, leaving her in a steady fit of giggles.
"What did you just call me?"
His voice continued to be playful and yet a slight threat resonated within it, but she knew he wasn't really mad, that he was just teasing her, that he enjoyed this little game and she'd be lying if she would say that she didn't enjoy these playful moments too. So she gladly went along with the little power play, but kept her head turned away from him, as she addressed her next words to him.
"Are you going deaf, old man?" she shot back and this response completely threw Alastor off his act for a few seconds. He blinked a few times, before he had processed the words she had just hurled at him.
He really had to hand it to her: she had great courage to speak to him like that. So far, only one demon had ever dared to be so rude to him. A well-known TV demon, whose name was now enough to make his blood boil. But the difference between Charlie and Vox was that Charlie didn't mean what she said. And yet he let her words provoke him. He slid a little closer to his desk with her, switched on the old microphone and then stretched out his free hand towards one of the buttons on his control panel.
"See that button there, Charlie?"
She hardly dared to look, but she did anyway and nodded her head shyly, but still giggling.
"On Air" was written in large red letters above the button, but they weren’t yet lit up, showing her that he hadn’t yet switched her live.
"Shall I push it so all hell can hear how incredibly sweet you can squeal when I tickle you in all the right places?"
The teasing words caused an anticipatory tingling in her stomach and hastily she shook her head, starting to wriggle in his grip again in a pitiful attempt to free herself, but she didn't manage it. When she saw his finger slowly approaching the button, she couldn't stand it any longer. Laughing, she too reached out a hand and grabbed his, clawing at his wrist and trying to stop him from pushing the button.
"NO! Al, please don't! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I promise I won’t prank you anymore, I swear! Please don’t do this!" she squeaked, as she wrestled with his arm, but he stayed where he was, his finger getting closer and closer to the button and she could already see her life flashing before her inner eyes.
"It's too late for that now. If you mess with me, you have to face the consequences. And yours start in three..."
"No, Al! Don't!"
"...two..."
"PLEASE!"
"...Oooooone~..."
A loud scream suddenly cut the air, as the hand, that was still lying on Charlie's belly, came back to life and Alastor attacked her belly button through her thin shirt with his index finger. Laughing loudly, the young demoness let herself fall back against him, arching her back and trying to get his hand off her belly at the same time.
"Oops, I must have pushed the wrong button, hmm?" he purred teasingly into her ear and he had to laugh himself at all those lovely sounds, coming out of her mouth. She twisted wildly back and forth now, trying to pry his hand off of her and all the while laughing her heart out and squeezing her eyes shut, as the mirth rushed over her like a tidal wave.
Apparently he had hit the jackpot already...
"How cute~. The princess of hell has a laugh button on her belly~. That information alone would be worth a live broadcast, don't you think?"
His continued teasing made it so much worse and she almost jumped out of her own skin when the remaining fingers of his hand started moving as well.
"Let's see if I can find any more buttons like that," he whispered playfully into her ear and as his claws scratched gently over her shirt, it happened: a noise that sounded like the bleating of a young goat escaped from her throat; so loud that it filled the entire radio tower. The hand on her belly immediately came to a halt and Charlie, completely shocked by the sound herself, clapped her own hands over her mouth.
An awkward silence suddenly fell over the small radio station and Charlie felt like her head was going to explode from embarrassment at any moment. And it didn't get any better when Alastor started laughing. Quietly at first, but then louder and louder and more and more unabashedly, until the Radio Demon's own eyes were filled with tears of joy.
"What in the unholy hell was that?" he asked through his fit of highly amused laughter.
Charlie didn't answer, kept her face turned away from him and hidden behind her hands. She simply couldn't and wouldn't look him in the face at that moment. It was just embarrassing! It was rare for sounds like that to escape her throat and so far only her father had managed to do that when he had been fooling around with her many years ago. She had thought that it wouldn’t happen again. But apparently she had thought wrong...
Claws broke through her thoughts, tickling her sides and catapulting her back into a fit of laughter in a matter of seconds.
"Do that again," she heard Alastor say excitedly, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction again. She squirmed wildly back and forth, managing to turn around on top of him and quickly hide her bright red face in his chest.
But Alastor was stubborn. He kept tickling her with both hands now, looking for that one spot that would elicit that sound from her again and sure enough, his claws found that one spot one more time. Charlie's fingers clawed into his shirt, as she laughed into his chest and as the claws grazed the sides of her belly, the bleating of a young goat mingled with her laughter once more. And again, and again, and again, until Alastor was forced to stop tickling her, as he was laughing almost as hard as she was by now.
"Stop laughing, Al! That’s not funny!" Charlie grumbled into his chest, as the Radio Demon doubled over in laughter. He held her with one hand so that she wouldn't fall off him and Charlie couldn't help but join in his laughter. It just sounded so contagious to her and the whole situation was so stupid and maybe it was exactly what she needed after all the stress of the last few months. Just letting go, laughing, having fun and forgetting about all the bad things that had happened...
And from the looks of it, Alastor was feeling no different. He seemed to have been through a lot too...and he was probably still going through a lot. When she thought about it, she had rarely seen a genuine smile on his face. One, that even reached his eyes. When she looked up at him briefly and shyly, she saw the cheerful laughter not only on his lips but also in his eyes. Something that filled her heart with great joy. And he seemed to feel the same way, considering that his cute little deer tail was wagging excitedly the whole time, as she managed to get a short glimpse at it, when he was slightly bending forward in mirthful laughter...
"And how funny that is hahahaha! The Princess of Hell sounds like a goat when she is being tickled too much, oh, that's too good!" he said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with his free hand.
A growl escaped Charlie's throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alastor and his laughter died down to giggling. He was looking down at her, as she lifted her face from his chest and looked him in the face again. Staring up at him darkly, she growled once more, before sitting up straight and jabbing her index finger gently into his chest, careful not to hit the scar hidden underneath his clothing.
"Damn big words for someone who barks like a fucking deer when he's being tickled in the right places!"
Abruptly, Alastor's giggles died down and it was now his turn to growl and Charlie to smirk, as he scowled at her.
"I don't bark like a deer!"
"Oh no?"
Charlie very quickly convinced him otherwise, because when she slipped her hands under his arms and moved her fingers, he threw his head back in loud laughter and it wasn't long before the loud, barking sound of an alarmed deer stole itself from his throat, followed by a loud snort, which now made his cheeks catching fire from embarrassment.
"Ha, see? I was right! You sound like a fucking deer!"
He growled darkly, as he managed to grab her hands and holding them away from his body, before looking straight into her eyes.
“You just dug your own grave, my dear…”
A massive shudder ran through Charlie's own body, as she saw how radio dials appeared in his now black eyes and how his antlers started growing, which was never a good sign!
Without saying another word, he spun her around, pressed her back against his chest with one arm and moved even closer to his control panel. She could feel his breath on her neck and she could practically hear the sadistic grin in his next words, as he whispered "Speak clearly into the microphone, sweetheart~," into her ear, while his free hand pushed the button with the "On Air" symbol...
It had been a tough day of shooting for Angel Dust and he was glad when he stepped through the front door and saw his favorite bartender, cleaning some glasses. With a smug grin, Angel sauntered over to the bar, sat down on one of the bar stools and gave Husker a cheeky look, who only commented this with his usual eye roll.
"Are you alone, whiskers? Where did the others go?"
"Hopefully far away..." the bartender answered with a low growl in his voice, which made Angel laugh.
"Good mood as ever, eh?"
"Can you blame me, with all you weirdos around?"
Angel was about to say something appropriate as a reply, but he didn't get that far, when suddenly the intercom speakers and the old radio, that Alastor had placed in the lobby, came to life all over the hotel.
"What the...?!"
That was all the porn star could get out, when shortly afterwards loud laughter filled the entire hotel, interrupted here and there by Alastor's highly amused voice.
"Greetings to all sinners who can hear me. The latest news from the Hazbin Hotel: not even the Princess of Hell is safe from the wrath of the Radio Demon. Listen carefully to what will happen if you dare to mess with me."
His voice was interrupted by a loud squeal from Charlie, which was immediately followed by loud, but happy laughter.
"Well, I have to admit that's not really my style, as you're used to a very different broadcast from me. One with less laughter and more of this..."
A loud scream from Charlie was heard and her laughter faded into silence for a few seconds.
"...but a little variety in my broadcast really doesn't hurt, don't you think so too, my dear listeners?"
Another loud burst of laughter was heard and something seemed to fall over in the background.
"Oh no, no, no Charlie. You can't just knock over my microphone. That's pretty rude. Our listeners want to hear you, so I ask you kindly to speak clearly into the microphone...if you can still do that, of course."
More squealing was heard, which turned into hysterically giggling and Alastor’s sinister laughter mingled with the mirthful sounds.
“What`s that? Did I find another sweet spot of yours? Right here on your siiiiiiides~? You’re shaking your head? But how can you deny this? I can clearly see how much it makes you giggle when I drag my claws slooooooowly down your sides. Just like that~.”
More happy squealing from Charlie and amused laughter from Alastor was heard.
“How about I check how ticklish you are under your arms? I am sure our listeners want to know about that too, right? Now let’s see…Ohhh, it seems like you’re even more ticklish here, hmm?”
“G-get your hands out of thehehehere!”
“I am afraid I can’t do that. They seem stuck there now. Why don’t you just lift your arms a little to help me? Or…should I try to wriggle them out? Mayyyyyybe like…that?”
Loud shrieking was the response to Alastor's question, followed by almost hysterical sounding giggling.
“Oho, what is that? Did you just try to bite me, my dear? Oh, I can’t have that. Maybe I should bite you back for that impudence? And I must say…this neck of yours looks delicious. Let me get a little taste…”
Charlie’s giggling quickly rose in volume and pitch, as playful growling sounds mingled with her happy giggling and it sounded like a knee colliding with a wooden table.
“S-stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”
“Stop? But Charlie, dear. We just started~. And how can I stop when you’re giving me such a wonderful broad smile, hm?”
More loud and sugar sweet squealing was heard from Charlie.
“Oh no, no, don’t hide your pretty face from me. Come on, Charlie. Let me see that cute smile of yours…aha, there it is. Now keep your hands away from your face and stay close to the microphone, will you? After all, our listeners are eager to hear you.”
“Nohohohoho! T-turn it ohohohoff!!”
“Now, why would I do such a thing, hmm?”
“I-it’s embarassihihihihng!”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about this before messing with me?”
“I a-already sahahhaid I was s-sohohohohorry!”
“Oh, I know. But I am not convinced yet. But I am sure you will be sorry, once we are done here.”
The sounds of a fist, hitting repeatedly against a table was heard.
“Now, come on, my dear. It’s not my desk’s fault that you are so ticklish~.”
“Y-you are evil!” Charlie managed to press out between her giggles.
“Heh, tell me something I don’t already know. And now hush. Less talking and more laughing~.”
He must have targeted a sweet spot, for Charlie’s giggling rose in volume and pitch.
“Awww, if you could see her now…she looks soooo adorable~. Especially with that deep blush on her face. But at least you can hear her. Buuuuut I personally think we should change the volume of that giggling of hers, don’t you think? Turning it into laughter again. Mayyyyybe if I tickle riiiiiiiiiiiight here…”
“NAHAHAHA! A-ALASTOHOHOHOR! DOHOHOHOHN’T!!!” Charlie screeched and her giggling quickly turned into full blown belly laughter.
“That’s much better. Keep on laughing, my ticklish, little darling. Make this to the sweetest broadcast hell has ever heard~.”
Angel raised an eyebrow questioningly, as he turned his face back to Husker, who could only roll his eyes at what he was hearing.
"What's wrong with these two? Are they on drugs?" the spider demon asked as another loud shriek cut the air, followed by a very amused sounding "Oho, we have a little squirmer here too. How cuuuuuute~," from Alastor.
“I don’t even ask anymore…” the bartender growled, as he listened to Charlie’s and Alastor’s laughter.
“I thought he was a monster, feared by everybody in hell?”
“Oh, he is, buddy. Better be careful when you’re around him. I am sure he has given you a taste of the monster that’s sleeping inside of him when you were messing with him last night, right?”
Angel shuddered at the memories.
“Don’t remind me…” he murmured.
Another loud shriek echoed through the lobby and Husker rolled his eyes, as Alastor’s slightly sadistic laughter reached his ears right afterwards.
“He is only going soft on her. If it was you or me up there, he would broadcast our screams all over hell, while torturing us slowly to death. I still remember his old broadcasts. In one of them he was asking his victim which finger he should bite off first. You can be glad that he didn’t do anything like this to you after what you’ve done last night.”
“Okay, okay. Got it. No messing around with him. Understood.”
“You better keep this in mind, kid.”
A loud banging sound was heard again and more slightly hysterical laughter from Charlie, as Alastor seemed to find all of her worst spots by now.
“I thought I was clear about you not knocking my microphone over? If you don’t want to listen to me, you have to deal with the consequences, sweetheart~. Let’s see how loud I can make you laugh and maybe, just maybe, I can make you bleat like a goat one more time…”
"I need a drink..." Husker said, grumbling, shaking his head, as Charlie's loud, but happy, laughter continued to echo throughout the entire hotel and was shortly interrupted by the sound of a bleating goat.
“Make it two…” Angel replied and he could only sit there and shake his head in amusement, as he kept listening to Alastor’s broadcast.
What Charlie didn't realize at this moment, was the fact that Alastor had only put her on live through the hotel speakers, so only Husker and Angel could hear her.
The Radio Demon may be a sadist when it came to others, but there were very small exceptions that could softened his otherwise cold heart...and Charlie had become one of those exceptions for him in his time at the Hazbin Hotel...
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0mistymystery · 3 days
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Okay but... Tickling as an interrogation? (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)
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thecutestler · 2 days
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What if I slowly wiggle my finger down towards one of your tickle spots and say " I'm gonna get ya, it's coming!" And then suddenly attacks that spot?! I really want to do this to someone not even joking 🙊💕
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starlight-write · 3 days
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....lee!Husk () ler!Vaggie and ler!Charlie?
The others come in at some point idk (adorable sight though)
"Need some help there?" Vaggie laughed at seeing the cat sprawled out on the floor.
Husk yelped at the sudden voice before looking up at the exorcist standing at the side side of the bar. The cat's ear flattened in embarrassment and looked away.
The girl shut the door behind her as she approached him. "How did you even manage to get yourself stuck like this?"
"I was doing a little 'Spring Cleaning." He sighed. "I was sweeping under the shelf and the head of the broom broke off. Honestly, we need more cleaning supplies this thing was ancient."
"And you really thought your beefy arms could reach that and not get stuck?"
"Hey, I did get it!" The cat said before flicking the tool out towards the other.
"Good for you, hun." The exorcist noticed her girlfriend walk into the main living space.
"Hey babe, check this out!"
"Oh come on!" Husk whined as Charlie approached the bar. The princess peeked over the counter and shot her girlfriend a confused look.
"Look who got his arm stuck under the counter." Vaggie laughed. "You think we should call the fire department or something?"
Charlie laughed softly at the other. "Aww, poor thing. Does the kitty cat need our help?"
This was beyond humiliating. The cat thought to himself and banged his head on the floor.
"Yes, please." He groaned in defeat.
Charlie hopped over the counter and crouched down to face the two.
"Oh so you do have manners," The princess smiled. "Where was that a few hours ago during our last conversation? What was that you called me again? A shit-faced wannabe?"
Vaggie gasped dramatically. "Husker, how could you?!" The two girls giggled at eachother.
"For the last time, Princess, Hell or not, you're still not old enough to drink." The cat argued.
Said princess rolled her eyes before shooting an evil smile at the other girl.
"Y'know...Angeldust told us something pretty interesting about you the other day~" Charlie began running her fingers along the cat's arm.
Vaggie perked up, realizing where the other was getting at. "Yeah. Let us in on a secret on how to deal with your scrooge ass."
"Would you two just get me out alre-ADY- Hehehehey!-" The bartender squeaked when fingers began wriggling under his trapped arm.
Husk shot an angry look at the smiling princess. "Don't you even think about IT!- AHAHAHA- QUIT!!!" He shouted, squirming when Vaggie began tickling his sides.
The poor cat twisted and turned as he fought to get away from the absolute children who were wrecking his shit right now. He tried flapping his wings viciously to shoo them away. Unfortunately, this only resulted in each of the two pinning one down before attacking them as well.
Husk wished he could've said he kept his composure, but that would've been a damn lie.
"GET OHOHOHOFF!!! GET OHOHOHAHAHAHA-AAAA THIS ISN'T HEHEHELPING!!!!" Husk screamed and thrashed uselessly against his attackers.
Angel walked into the living space at hearing the commotion, followed by Alastor who had poofed himself beside the bar.
"What the absolute Hell are you guys doing-oh?" Angel laughed as he realized what was going on. The two girls looked up at the others, laughing as they got off their victim.
Alastor looked over the counter as well, looking slightly disappointed. "Yes, I heard screams of torment and got quite excited. My mistake."
The cat gulped in air, beyond embarrassed at this point.
"He got himself stuck." Vaggie explained. Angel nearly fell to the floor laughing so hard.
Alastor gave a small chuckle before snapping his fingers and the cat was suddenly poofed out of the bar beside Angel who caught him before he fell.
"Next time, call the fire department." The Radio Demon said before vanishing.
"You ok?" Vaggie asked when Husker had seemed to catch his breath.
The cat just huffed. "You guys are the worst."
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A/N: This was a fun pairing to write. Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed.
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"Ticklish, My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader Oneshot
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"Knock-knock, my dear!" Alastor was waiting for you to open you bedroom door. He sought you out to help calm himself down after dealing with Angel's raunchy flirts. He nearly destroyed the lobby with his tentacles, but thankfully Charlie was able to stop him before he went to far and nearly send Angel to double hell. "Its open Al!", you yelled out from the other side of the door. Entering inside, Alastor saw you next to your bed, holding up a black dress, along with other clothes laying on the bed. Smiling wider, he made his way over to you: "Salutations, my dear! What are you doing on this fine evening?" Smiling back, you held the dress closer to your body and faced the mirror: "Nothing much. Niffty happened to have gone shopping and she got me some cute clothes, so I wanted to try them on, but I don't know which one to try first." Alastor continued to stare at you as you stayed facing the mirror, then he turned his attention to the dress in your hands and the others on the bed. The dresses on your bed was a short gothic black dress with long lace sleeves, a blue and white polka dot front dress with a bow, and a short red cocktail dress with a black lace front. (Dress images are below)
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His eyes were drawn more to the cocktail dress, so he grabbed that one and approached you. Turning around, you saw Alastor holding up one of the dresses: "Try on this one, my dear!" Thanking Al, you grabbed the red dress and headed towards the bathroom to put it on.
As Al watched you leave to the bathroom, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked over your room. Eyeing the wall, he saw the photos that you had taken of him and the others. Some were of Charlie and Vaggie being an adorable couple, some were of Husk and Angel passed out together, and the others were all group photos. Alastor smiled at the photo you had taken of him. He was inside his radio tower, leaning back against the chair, smiling as he gave his broadcast. The both of you had become the best of friends when he first arrived at the hotel to offer Charlie his services. The both of you bonded over your love for music and also had a love for pranking people, which came in handy when you both wanted to annoy Angel. Lost in thought, Alastor's ears jolted when he heard you call his name. Turning around, his eyes grew wide as he saw you walk out wearing the beautiful dress. Smiling shyly, you had tried on the dress, but you were not able to reach the zipper, so you asked if Al would be able to help you. “Of course, my dear! Allow me!", he said as told you to face the window to give him better access to the zipper.
*Zipppp*, Alastor had succeeded in zipping up your dress, and placed his hands on your hips: "There we are my dear! You look extravagant!" Jumping up from the contact, you moved away from Alastor: "WAH! Don't touch me there!" Wrapping your arms across your abdomen, covering your sides, you backed away from Al, who was staring at you confused. "Why the strange reaction my dear? Are you injured by any chance?", Alastor said as he tiled his head at you, still frozen in shock at your reaction. Shaking your head at Alastor, you told him you were fine and said to him what the real reason was: "S-orry for overreacting. Its just I'm very ticklish there." Alastor took a second to process your words, then he inched closer to you, his smile turned mischievous and his eyes were locked on you like you were prey. "Ticklish, my dear?" Realizing what was happening, you backed up against the mirror and pleaded with Al. Alastor inched closer and closer to you, as he was wriggling his fingers at you. Trying to find a way out, you sidestepped him and rushed for the door. *SNAP* Hearing a snap from behind you, your body teleported and landed on your bed. Trying to get up, you were then felt something wrap around your legs and arms, and realized Al was using his black tentacles to hold you in place: "AL! LET ME GO!" Craning your head up, you saw Alastor at the foot of your bed, smiling as big as the Joker, before he sat down and crawled his way on top of you.
"*Evil cackling* No can do, my dear!" Alastor then placed his hands on your sides, and began to rapidly tickle you. "NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOPPPPPPPP!!" You screamed out, while squirmed around trying to break free from the tentacles. "Laugh my dear!", Al said as he was finding this very entertaining, enjoying the sounds of your laughter. You were starting to run out of breath from Al's tickle attack, as you kept trying to move and screamed out: "AL! ENOUGH! PLEASE! UNCLE! UNCLE!" After a few more minutes, Alastor stopped tickling you, and allowed you to breathe. "HAHA! Enjoyed yourself my dear?" Alastor smiled down at you, as he snapped his fingers, releasing you from the black tendrils. "Pant-pant Your an a**." You panted out your answer, as you glared at Alastor. Alastor smiled wider: "Incorrect! I'm a dear, darling!" You noticed that Al was still sitting on the bed, and your arms were free now. Feeling it was time for some payback, you placed your hands on his torso and tickled him back: "PAYBACK!" You continued to move your fingers, but Alastor was not squirming in the slightest. Looking up at him, you saw that he was still smiling at you with his eyebrow raised. "Are you not ticklish?" you asked him, as you dropped your hands down, stopping your tickle payback. Shaking his head was a clear answer to you that he was not ticklish. "Afraid not, my dear! Looks like your plan for payback failed!", he said while smirking down at you, leaning closer to your face as he was still hovering over you.
The both of you said nothing as you stopped and stared at each other. Your heart was going a mile a minute as you kept staring at Al's eyes, wondering what the heck was going on! Before you knew it, you felt a peck on your forehead, and Al quickly removed himself from the position, and got off the bed, facing away from you with his hands behind his back. "Well I must be off, darling! Time for another broadcast! Au revoir, my dear!", Al said as he made his way to the door, and walked out, leaving you in a state of shock. "W-w-what was t-hat? Did he j-j-ust kiss my forehead?!, your thoughts were in shambles as you were trying to peace together what just happened. It felt like it was a million degrees in the room, based on how hot your face felt. You knew Al wasn't interested in relationships or anything involving romance, so why did he kiss you on the forehead. Heaving a sigh, you fell back against the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on your face, as you kicked your legs up and down.
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switchypanic · 2 months
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Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)
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Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.
Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).
Word Count: 3,669 words.
Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.
His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.
Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.
Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.
Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.
Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.
How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.
More; he wanted to hear more.
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The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.
Giggling, pure and hysterical.
Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"
Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"
Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"
Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"
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Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.
Only the best for this occasion.
"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."
Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.
"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."
Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"
The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."
Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.
Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!
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Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.
The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!
'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.
Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.
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"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.
The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.
"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.
Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.
"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.
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"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"
Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...
The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...
Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.
Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.
Alastor was TICKLISH...
'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?
Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.
"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.
"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.
"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."
Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.
"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."
Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"
"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."
"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"
Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.
"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."
The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."
Shit.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.
"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."
Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."
Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"
"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."
Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.
"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.
"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.
"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch upwards, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"
The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.
"Oops, too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.
Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"
Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"
The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!
Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.
"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"
Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.
No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.
Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.
"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"
As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.
"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.
"What now?"
Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"
Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"
"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-
The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.
He might have a different daydream to worry about now...
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gelo00 · 3 months
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I just want to tie someone up, naked, blindfolded, with their whole body exposed at my mercy. I’d trace the lucky girls sides with a makeup brush, eventually teasing their armpits to warm them up. Your nipples start to stiffen up, a sign that you’re ready. I’ll tease your nipples with the makeup brush, tickling them until you start losing your mind. Once you’re drooling in more places than one…I’ll move down to your pussy, tickling your lips with the brushes, teasing your ass in between. I’ll ignore tending to your clit until you beg for it, and once you do, I’ll tickle it all night long until you turn into a hot, giggly and wet mess~.
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dokidoki-muffin · 5 months
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Tickletober Day 27: Monster
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Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom | Link x Zelda
This is a collab with the lovely Ginny @otomiyaa 🥰✨ (previously @otomiya-tickles) We've been working on this for a while but given the recent circumstances we decided that I will post both, the two artworks and fic, on my blog as one. You can also read it on her 👉 AO3!! Word count: 1173
Zelda rubbed her eyes. How long had it been? Her stomach answered the question with a loud growl. Right. Past lunch time. For hours she had been sucked into her books and notes, investigating her latest discoveries about Hyrule and the Zonai. It was always like this when she was spending time at home, at her cozy shared house in Hateno, together with Link.
Speaking of Link… 
“Link, I think I might say yes to that lunch offer from earlier,” Zelda called out to Link who had been busy downstairs. She had heard him prepare lunch, turned down his offer to eat together despite the delicious smell. She had heard him eat, then the distant sounds of him rummaging around, and she kind of forgot that somewhere, in between all those moments, Link had announced to her that he would be going on a hunt. 
Not that the knowledge of his plans could have prepared her for the sudden sight of a… monster. Though, not a scary monster.
“Link?!” Zelda covered her mouth and literally held back a laugh. Barbarian armor. The most hideous Lynel mask she had ever seen… Link was looking absolutely hilarious.
“W-whahat are you dohohoing?” Zelda blurted out, failing to muffle her laughter as she continued to admire her boyfriend’s “monster attire”. 
“Going on a mission,” Link reconfirmed. He spread his arms. “Do you think they will fall for it?” he asked.
Well, one person was literally falling and it was Zelda, sinking to her knees as she couldn’t stop giggling.
“You look ridiculous hahaha!” she laughed. Monster Link cocked his Lynel head and scratched himself in a totally uncharming way.
“Do I?” he asked, and he slowly approached her. Eep! Zelda could immediately recognize his mischievous mood, but she couldn’t really do anything but laugh hysterically. Although, if that was laughter… Well, she wouldn’t know what to call what came next from her very own mouth. 
Squealing, shrieking, howling, whatever. But it was definitely loud. All because Link calmly lowered himself on top of her, straddling her while his fingers unleashed a merciless tickle attack on her poor stomach and sides. And Zelda happened to be very ticklish. 
“LIHIHINK! Ahahaha nohoho!” With the crazy mask that stared at her with its ugly eyes, and the relentless tickling on her lower torso, Zelda was suffering from a double laughing fit right now, and it was taking all her breath away.
“AHhhehehe Liiiiink whahaha!” Zelda cackled. Her hands failed to pry off her boyfriend’s hands that crept under her blouse, moving the fabric up to tickle her bare tummy and sides. Link’s monster act was definitely better than the looks of it. He remained quiet and proved to be an excellent tickle monster, with speedy fingers that carefully tickled their way from Zelda’s stomach all the way up her ribs and under her arms.
“EEEHEHEe nooooo Liiiink!” Zelda cried, but monster Link was serious about his little revenge - at least, that was what she thought it was. One does not simply laugh in the face of the Hero of Hyrule. 
“I gihihive! Plehehease!” Zelda laughed hysterically as Link kept scribbling persistently at her sensitive underarms. She could hear him break character under his mask: a playful giggle. Link finally stopped his attack on her and sighed. He still sat on top of her and watched her with that silly mask.
“It was that funny, hmm?” he commented when Zelda greedily caught her breath, blushing like crazy. Zelda nodded tiredly.
“Yeah,” she wheezed. They both giggled softly when her stomach suddenly growled again.
“Ah. Right, lunch. Late lunch,” Link muttered. It was so funny to hear him talk, still with that silly mask on. 
“I will get you something warm to eat,” he offered gently, moving off her, as he grabbed his mask.
“So, you’re staying around a bit longer then, Mr. Monster?” Zelda said teasingly, getting up as well and watching him walk to the kitchen.
Link nodded. “Yes, yes, I can stay a little longer. We can eat together first, and… uh…” Zelda watched him fiddle with the mask. He was tugging it, looking like he was trying to take it off, but… Zelda snorted once again.
“Wait, are you stuck?” she asked when Link continued to struggle with the ugly beast covering his face. Link shook his head wildly.
“Stuck? No, no. I just - I can’t get it off,” he muttered. Zelda slowly approached him with a smirk on her face.
“That’s the meaning of ‘stuck’, Link,” she said, and she wiggled her fingers from his exposed underarms down his sides. A delicious shriek filled their little house. 
“Hehehey! Nonono,” Link giggled nervously, stepping back and tumbling to the floor. Zelda followed him down and had him right where she wanted him for a nice and fitting payback.
“What’s this? Could it be that the tickle monster is in fact… ticklish himself?” Zelda sang, attacking Link’s tummy with fast scribbles. That’s one thing the barbarian set did well: it exposed his tickle spots and sensitive bare skin well. Way too well.
“Zehehehelda! Nohoho I’m sohohorry!” Link was quick to apologize for his tickly prank. He continued his attempts to take off the mask, flailing his free arm and kicking his legs. Link was so ticklish it was actually funny, but also the cutest thing in the world. Zelda smiled fondly, but went back into battle mode when she managed to snatch Link’s hand that tried to defend his tickle spots.
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“Now I got you, little monster,” Zelda said, holding his hand tightly while her other hand tickled Link’s exposed underarm. 
“HAAAaaahh!” Link’s loud screech must’ve scared the birds away around their house, and Zelda laughed along with him. Link, who wasn’t usually this vocal, now officially sounded like the monster he tried to be.
“Convincing,” Zelda said with a smile. 
“Just one more time,” she encouraged. It didn’t matter if Link would stake his attempts at taking off the mask. She tickled his armpit and drew out the loudest most precious squeals.
“Zehehehelda ahahaah! You wihiihin hahahha!” Link laughed. It was never a competition to begin with, but Zelda decided to accept his words of defeat. She grabbed the mask and tugged it off Link’s head. 
Link let out a tiny wail in pain when the mask got finally unstuck, probably stripping his head from a hair or two, but he let out a sigh of relief. Zelda admired his bright red face, and she giggled. The mask still between her hands, she leaned down and kissed his lips. And Link kissed her back.
“Let’s eat,” she suggested when they moved apart, and Link nodded.  “G-great idea,” he said with a cute blush on his face. The mask stayed off, for now, and Zelda was more than pleased to enjoy Link in his cute barbarian outfit a little longer before he would leave for his hunt. She couldn’t stop smiling. Well, well. Maybe this whole monster dress up was something they had to do more often!
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anxious-lee · 2 months
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Not That Kind of Touching || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||
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A/N: ficlet for huskerdust, you know I had to do it
Warnings: brief mention of sex with no details and like 2 swears
Word count: 954
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Angel Dust had many impressive skills, but his two favorites were sex, and making out.
And as Husk would soon come to learn, he was very good at both.
The two hazbins were enjoying a peaceful night in, with no morale-building activities, and taking in the silence that they occupied within Husk's quarters. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of Angel kissing Husk gingerly and tenderly, with Husk's back pressed into the wall and Angel towering over him.
The spider's hands were moving everywhere, slowly and surely. Husk had to admit, the man knew how to make a lover feel precious. There was no surge of passion or urgency with their kissing. No showy moves or seductive wiles. Just two souls connecting with each other, and lazily melting into each other.
Angel's face was in Husk's neck, worshipping it. Lost in the throes of his admiration, Angel's hands moved from cupping his lover's face to holding the other's arms above their head. It gave easier access to him that way. Not that Husk minded. He knew Angel would treat him gently.
Another pair of hands popped out and were winding their way down Husk's chest and sliding down his sides.
Husk squirmed only a little, but it was just noticeable enough.
Angel, having seen this reaction many times before, raised his head with a grin.
"You ticklish?" The spider asked, now looking coyly into the cat's eyes.
Nothing Husk could say at this point would make a convincing lie. "A little" he relented quiety.
"I'd say that's more than a little, babe, seein' as how hard ya flinched."
To further prove his point, Angel flexed his fingers into Husk's sides softly.
Husk took in a steady breath. "You always have to... ruin the moment?" he choked, with a slightly embarrassed grimace present on his face, which, unfortunately for him, was directly in front of Angel's.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be delicate~" Angel whispered and continued exploiting this newfound information. With his first pair of hands still keeping Husk's pinned upright, his second set of fingers wiggled up and down the length of his sides at a leisurely pace. He was, after all, not about to disrupt their tender moment. His face returned to his lover's collarbone and went back to its original task.
Husk fought a smile as his lips wanted to open and release a chuckle. The sensation wasn't so intense that he couldn't not-laugh, but intense enough to evoke a snicker now and then.
"You are tense as fuck. C'mon, relax~. I got ya~," Angel encouraged sweetly. His new objective? Get a laugh out of Husk. He moved his hands to crawl over his belly, while two more hands took over brushing his sides.
Husk was really in no position to protect himself, so he surrendered. It was rare times like these when he regretted not wearing a shirt. What started as one or two deep chuckles quickly became quiet laughter. It was all so silly. How quickly an intimate make-out session had turned into him getting tickled was laughable. The tingly touches on his skin were laughable. The fact that Angel was still necking him like nothing was happening was laughable. It was all just so funny. His laughter rose higher as he let himself go, his eyes squeezing shut from just how much mirth was behind them.
It was all worth it. That's all Angel could think. Husk's laugh was happier than he had ever heard it. And he didn't laugh often. But eventually, Angel became enveloped once again in desire for his Husky's lips. He released his hold on the cat's arms and stopped tickling in favor of holding him closer instead. His lips reconnected with Husk's greedily, and Husk found himself doing the same. He wrapped his arms around Angel's back and flipped them both over so that Angel was now against the wall.
Everything that just happened had seemed to be forgotten about, until a few moments later, when Husk suddenly pinned Angel's top two hands above his head with one paw, like Angel had done to him.
The spider instantly panicked and opened his eyes, only to meet Husk's sinister ones.
"Oh, but... you haven't had your turn yet~" Husk drawled with mock sympathy.
Already, Angel was tittering to himself, knowing what scenario he had trapped himself in.
Unlike Angel's hungry method, Husk took his time in tormenting his captive. He wiggled his remaning claws just above, but not yet touching, Angel's armpit. He'd inch it closer and closer, but then pull back at the last second and start again.
This cycle repeated until Angel cried out through giggles, "Would you just doho ihit alreadyhy!"
"Well, since you're askin' for it" Husk purred. He finally lowered his paw onto the skin and scritched at it softly.
Frantic, bubbly sounds filled the room as Angel threw his head back and squirmed under the touch.
This amused Husk, almost incredulously. "How do you make a living selling your body when it's so sensitive?" He laughed.
"Wehehehell my clihients aren't usuhually tickling mehehe, duhuhumbahahass!" Angel retorted.
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you~" Husk uncharacteristicly teased. He quickened the pace of his fingertips.
The reaction was immediate.
"OKAHAHAY OKAHAY ENOHOUGH!" Angel cackled.
Forgivingly, Husk slowed his claws to a stop and released Angel's hands.
Yet, he remained inches away from him.
"How about we call a truce and... get back to what we were doin'?" Husk offered.
"Gladly," Angel agreed. Every one of his wiry limbs wrapped themselves around his lover, and he kissed him with all the breath that he had.
They both slept quite soundly that night, tangled in each other's arms.
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Just something to make the wait for the next episodes easier 👍😉
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gigglyapples · 1 month
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Mr Tough Guy - HuskerDust
(I made some edits, I knew I could do better and it needed some more fluff so I did, so if ya read the old one, surprise you get to read it again! 💕)
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Summery: After the ordeal with Alastor, Angel can’t control his curiosity about a certain kitty.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Warnings: Tickles, Swearing.
Characters: Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty.
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“He’s escaping!!! Split up!” Angel exclaimed as Husker sped down the hall. Niffty gave Angel a thumbs up before darting down a separate hall. Husk was fast and sneaky, but his two attackers had an advantage. They both knew the halls of the hotel better than him and Husk knew this. He frantically looked around trying to find a place to hide.
Maybe if he could just get to his room, maybe he could lock them out! He spun around a corner barely keeping his footing. Something about this strange game of chase excited him though…
Maybe it was just the overall playful nature of it all? Was he happy to be playing around with Angel? Or maybe he just had a bit too much to drink today and it got him acting giddy… Yeah definitely that one. He could see the door to his room at the end of the hall. He picked up the pace and swung into his room, luckily the door was slightly ajar.
He quickly went to close the door but he suddenly felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders.
“Agh! Shit!” Husk exclaimed. “Haha! Gotcha!” Angel cheered happily using his second set of arms to wrap around the cat’s torso.
“Holy- how the fuck did ya?!“ Husk questioned in a panicked tone but Angel could see the playful smile on his face.
Hehe… what was that about sneakin’ up on ya?” Angel snickered as the cat managed to get the upper hand and pin Angel to the wall. While Angel had the height advantage, Husk was stronger.
“Damn daddy~” Angel snickered, making Husk roll his eyes. God why was Angel so cute… wait…
“Come on Husky gimme those ears!” Angel teased with a seductive tone. Husk stayed silent for a moment, looking Angel up and down…
“Maybe later legs…” He smirked suddenly grabbing around Angel’s waist. “For now… is’ your turn.” Husk chuckled with a hint of a growl in his voice before he suddenly began skittering his claws up Angel’s sides.
Angel, not expecting this had no chance of hiding his reaction and let out a shriek before collapsing into giggles.
“Aahahaha!! H-Huhusky!!??” Angel snickered squirming and pushing at Husk’s hands. Husk simply hummed in acknowledgement clearly very focused on his current task.
Thihihihis ihisn’t fahahair!! Gyeeeeeaahahaaa!!!” Angel shrieked when Husk’s claws found his hips.
“Funny, I’m strugglin’ to see how this ain’t fair legs…” Husk chuckled honing in on the Spider’s hips.
“Ya can’t stand there and tell me ya weren’t plannin’ on doin’ the exact same thing to me.” Husk growled pinching up and down Angel’s sides.
“I-IhI wahahas juhust gohohonna go fohohor yeheher ehehehears ahahsshohohole! NO! WAHAHAHAIIIT!!” Angel squealed when Husk’s fingers got comfortable under his lower set of arms.
“Which I’ll have ya know, are mighty sensitive, much like this spot right now…” Husk chuckled digging deeper into Angel’s underarms. Angel threw his head back in frantic happy laughter pushing on Husk’s arms.
“AAAHAA!! HUHUSKY YOHOHOHOU FUHUHUCKIN’ DIHIHICK!!” Angel cackled as his legs gave out from under him taking them both down to the floor. Angel quickly took this briefe break from the tickles and quickly wrapped a leg around Husk flipping them over reversing their positions on the floor.
Husk gasped in surprise at the swift movement but didn’t really make a huge get away as Angel used his upper arms to pin Husk’s above his head. Angel loomed over him for a moment to catch his breath and simply enjoying the view.
“Heh, not bad legs…” Husk complimented, honestly impressed by Angel’s ability to get the upper hand. Angel chuckled leaning in close.
“You’re turn kitty cat.” He said with an evil smirk before ruffling and scratching at Husk’s ears.
The cat demon gasped when he felt Angel’s fingers make contact, his shoulders rolled up as he felt his fingers explore his sensitive ears. Husk bit his lip trying to keep himself composed as Angel’s fingers scratched along the fur.
“Come on Husky, don’t be shy~” Angel smiled not holding back on the teasing tone.
Husk’s ears twitched and squirmed trying to escape the sensation, but admittedly, the feeling wasn’t all bad, it honestly felt nice, but it also tickled like hell! No wonder Al was so giggly! His body was so confused, it wanted to squirm away, but it also never wanted this to end?
“A-Ah! Shit!…” Husk groaned, a few giggles slipping out before he melted into the touch beginning to pur once again.
“Ha! There it is!” Angel laughed as his fingers scratched at the outer sides.
“Sh-Shuhuhut it legs…” Husk mumbled his tail beginning to thwap about.
Husk could feel his cheeks burning under his fur as his ears leaned further into Angel’s touch eventually giving into the feeling. He just couldn’t help it… Angel began to see his eyes grow heavy almost as if he was gonna fall asleep. Well he couldn’t have that before some revenge now could he? Angel continued exploring, trying to find a spot that made him tic. Angel smirked when Husk suddenly jolted out of his sleepy daze, his lips quirking into a somewhat goofy smile as he began to squirm slightly.
“F-Fuhuck!…” The cat choked out, a few snickers slipping through as he squirmed and began kicking his leg making Angel laugh.
Husk jumped slowly beginning to come out of his sleepy daze as Angel’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot making the cat demon let out a giggly screech.
“Nnnnoohohoho….” Husk denied as his ears twitching increased.
“Hm? Whats got ya so giggly Husky?” Angel asked. As his fingers fluttered on the inside his ears right where the little heart print was.
“GHehehheehrrr! F-Fuhuck yohohou!” Husk chuckled twisting and turning his head.
“Hmmm, I wouldn’t talk ta me like that if I was you mister…” Angel chuckled beginning to nuzzle his nose against the base of Husk’s ears. Husk’s fur stood on end shivering before he fell into a consistant uncontrollable stream of giggled and squeaks.
EEEHEAHahha!! A-Ahahangel!! Shit! Wh-Wahahait! AAHA!!!” Husk whined shaking his head but that only made it easier for Angel.
“Gaaahaaa!! AHAHANGEHEHEL- N-Noho nuhuhuzZLIHIHING!!!” He screeched digging his heels into the carpet.
“Ahaw… why not Husky? Does it tickle more when I do that?” Angel teased into his ears, the vibrations from his voice only making it tickle more for Husk.
“ShhhuhuHUHUT UHUHUP Dihihick Hehehead!!”
Husk’s kicking and squirming became more frantic as Angel’s fingers began to trail further down to his neck.
“Aaahaa! SHIHIHIHIT!!!! Ohohok!! Ya got me! Yahha gohot meehEHEHEEE!” The cat squealed as Angel’s fingers began to gently scratch the sides of his neck. Angel was honestly surprised by Husk’s reaction. His laugh was far more high pitched and squeaky than usual, probably because of how flustered he has become. But still, Angel would be lying if he said he didn’t love it.
“Aawahaww!! But Husky~ You’re laugh is just the cutest thing!!” Angel teased nuzzling deeper into the fluff.
“AHAHAA! ! ANGEL! DOHOHON’T- Don’t you dahahAHARE!!” Husk snorted as he felt his cheeks burn darker.
“Hm? Don’t I dare what Husky?~ Does teasing you make it worse for ya? Hmmmm?” Angel snickered now blowing on his ears just to see them twitch.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!! Yohohou dihIHIHICK!! GAAHAA! HOLY FUHUHUCK!!” Husk screeched out small tears beginning to well up in his eyes from all the laughter as Angel’s fingers gently explored his sides.
“Heheh, alright alright Whiskers.” Angel giggled lifting his head up leaving the poor bartender’s wars alone.
“Heheheh, calm down, I’m done baby~.” Angel smiled looking down at the flustered mess that was Husk while his breathing calmed. What Angel didn’t expect however was Husk gently pulling him down to lay on his chest.
“Y-You’re… an asshohohole… ya know that?” Husk sighed, his smile never leaving his face.
“Heheheh, I know… but ya love me.” Angel giggled burying his cheek into Husk’s fluffy chest.
“Yeah… sure Legs…”
It didn’t take long for Niffty to find them asleep together on the floor.
End.
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My first tummy Tuesday <33
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supershyticklee · 1 month
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Ticklish Revenge
OK! Here we are! The long awaited Dogday tickles reader fic! Enjoy!
"Are you ticklish?~" the question had caught you off guard as you could feel your cheeks turn pink from the flush of blood rushing to your cheeks. You could feel the deep rumble from the dogs chest as he chuckled "Angel~" he sing-songed. "Answer me~" he teased letting his fingers wiggle against your stomach, the feeling caught you off-guard as you began to giggle and protest. "I-'m not ticklihihihihihihish!" you denied but your giggles gave you away to the evil dog that had been spooning you, you were trapped. "Oh really?~ Then why are you giggling?~" he teased in your ear making you blush more as you continued to giggle from the tickling and the nervousness that crept up your spine. The critter only smirked seeing you off-guard as you suddenly felt the critters fingers dig between your ribs. The rough tickles suddenly came without warning and you burst with laughter curling up, kicking, squirming, pushing at his hands, any and everything you could do to try and stop him. "Awww is my angel ticklish?~ poor angel~" he teased tickling between your ribs as your blush only worsened as you laughed. "Dog-dogday plehehehehehehehease! I'm sohohohohohorryhyhyhyhyhyhy!" you apologized trying to appease him to escape this ticklish prison that you were in. "Oh now your sorry are you?~ Now your sorry!~ Yeah right!~" Dogday replied as he got up pinning you on the bed beneath him as he began squeezing your sides. Your head shot back screaming with laughter as you kicked and squirmed pushing at the critters hands desperately "DOGDAY NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I SAID I WAS SORRYHYHYHYHYHYHY!!" you managed to say through your loud fits of laughter, but the dog only chuckled. "Awwwww look at you angel~ You look so beautiful when your happy~" he teased but also complimented as you covered your red blushing face laughing "SHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!". Silence. Everything suddenly stopped, as you lied there panting you removed your hands form your face and looked up at the critter above you and froze. This dog had the biggest smirk on his face as he looked down at you "I'm sorry angel~ Care to repeat yourself?~" ohhhh you done goofed up. "I-I didn't mean it!" you quickly sputtered as Dogday tilted his head keeping his smirk "you told me to shut up?~ Angel?~" he teased from above. You could only lay there in fear yet slight excitedness as the dog shook his head kissing his tongue "tsk tsk tsk~ Oh angel~". He teased from above as you jumped giggling feeling a claw trace down your tummy, wait... HE HAD CLAWS?! Panic ran through your body as you went in fight or flight mode. You chose flight. You quickly got up and tried to run laughing but were caught. "Oh no you don't!~ C'mere angel!~" Dogday called out as he got up and grabbed you from behind laughing with you as you squirmed in his grasp "Dogday plehehehehehease! I said I was sorryhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy!" you giggled as Dogday laughed "I haven't even touched you and your already giggling!~ Such a ticklish angel you are~" he teased. Your giggles only increased form your flustered state, but it soon turned into laughter as you felt his claws dig into your tummy. Dogday chuckled watching you melt in his arms laughing as he teased in your ear "thought you could run did you Angel?~ Not this time~ Your mine angel~ My ticklish angel~" he purred tickling you as you just continued to blush and laugh. After a while your laughter began to get weak and Dogday lent up, slowing his ticklish assault on you. You panted giggling from the ghost tickles as you felt your form be picked up and put back on the bed and a hand pet your hair. "You alright angel?" Dogday asked as you nodded catching your breath. Once you were back in bed again Dogday had been holding you as you buried your head into his chest. You suddenly heard a yelp and laugh as you looked to see a flustered Dogday after you had squeezed his sides. "ANGEL!!" he cried flustered as you got up and ran off laughing from the playfully angry dog as he chased you laughing to get his revenge. Safe to say, neither of you were getting sleep that night~
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queenendless · 6 months
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😂Ticklish Remedy(Student!SatoSuguxStudent!Fem!Reader)😂
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out! I gotta write more JJK tk fics in the future. This one I rushed, it's true.
Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, more exposition than tickles but obvious tickles, mention of reader gaining seer vision cursed technique powers for possible future plot development, Shoko Ieiri cameo, and SatoSugu poly loving.
Credit for characters and art used goes to Gege sensei.
* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.
I hope you enjoy.
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Why were you in such a pathetic mood?
Waking up from a messed up dream in a cold sweat?
Coming back from a mission where more damage than saving was done?
Or a hard downpour out of nowhere soaked you and would be around for the remainder of the evening?
All of the above.
In this life, you are the quiet, sweet protective being. But it takes certain things to set you off. All of the above, for instance.
Another big one would be the only friends turned found family you ever had and known getting harmed in any way, whether from slander from those foolish higher ups or certain corrupted humans you were obligated to save and not harm for retribution despite getting injured on the job because of them. Those indeed pissed you off.
That wasn't the case this time.
Nah, you're just having one of those days.
You had just left the shower, clad in a dry tee shirt and short shorts, going stomach first flopping on your dorm room bed in a downtrodden sense, when a loud knock on your door made you moan in refusal, smothering your face in your pillow.
"L/n? Sweetie? Y/n-chaaaaaan~?!"
Satoru's loud rambles; his voice always making you smile, now sounded irritating to you. "Go away." Your muffled yell made a new voice join in.
"Y/n? Honey? Are you alright?"
Suguru's concerned voice made you feel bad at behaving this way towards them when it wasn't their fault at all. "Not really."
"Excuse us. We're coming in." Suguru's warning was followed by your dorm room door sliding opening as their heads popped up through behind the door, your weak wave giving them the prompt to just come in.
They were both still in uniform but also in socks and slippers, as Satoru flopped down, jostling the bed, before spooning you from behind and Suguru sliding your door closed before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you and held your hand in his; rubbing comforting circles on your knuckles with his thumb when he asked.
"How bad?"
Your hesitant sigh didn't bode well. "I was sent alone to exorcize a second-grade curse spirit after it ended several regulars working at a cemetery."
"Yaga-sensei told us." Suguru's pitying gaze made you whine weakly. "We're sorry we couldn't go with you."
Flashes of your nightmare from early morning resurfaced; your pinched expression being a sign of your discomfort. "The same nightmare happened again. Just … bloodied corpses … of those I care for …that shadowed, stitched forehead bastard's smile ... and I'm unable to move or scream or do anything …" Your voice wavered as your form trembled with a deep-rooted frustration and pain on this particular dilemma.
You still had no freaking idea who or what it was; human or cursed spirit, let alone why you kept having these dreams. A warning? Perhaps. You were slowly climbing up the ranks in terms of developing your Innate technique; as odd as it was in getting impactful visions followed by side effecting migraines. And this was yet another unknown future threat standing in your way.
"Plus I got rained down hard coming back here. So there." You pouted, taking Suguru's hand in your own, just to splat it over your face, amusing the latter despite the gloomy vibe.
"That bad, huh? God, quite the depressing mood bundle you are!" Satoru sighed loudly.
You jammed your thumb over your shoulder into Satoru's cheek, dryly retorting. "Obnoxious creep." You thrusted your pointer finger of the same hand forward in Suguru's face. "Weird bangs guy."
"Now sweetie, I know you're just saying those things because you're down in the dumps… but it still wounds me!" Satoru mockingly cried out, ruffling your hair, further driving the point of getting stabbed in the feels.
"Honey, you're wrong. About my bangs, I mean. Satoru … nah that's right on the mark." Geto poked your nose, smirking like the smart ass he is, rubbing salt in the wound.
"Hey!" Gojo flared up, dagger eyes on his bestie at the betrayal.
You snorted at their interaction. Satoru's face stubbornly set in a pouting expression, when the sound you just made gave him quite the amusing idea as he kissed your forehead down from up above you. "So, what you need right now is some serious cheering up, 101."
A twisted smile suddenly wormed up on his face. It makes your gut squirm with nerves.
"Suguru~" The sing-song tone to his name snatched the younger man's attention. "It seems our lovely girlfriend is too grumpy for our liking~!"
The same twisted feeling inside you doubled as Suguru smiled at you in the same manner.
"Yes … we should remedy that right away."
Able to read each other's thoughts down pat; synced as the best friends they are, meant they were both on board for their evil agenda.
"Uh, chotto matte," Your Nihongo Jouzu reflexes came spilling out as nervous giggles did as well, fidgeting as your attempts to get up and pull away from Satoru's hold were futile for his arms tightened around your waist and pulled quick enough to flush your back against his front. "Not that. Anything but that!"
"Y/n-chan … if you plead more, I'll consider it." Suguru calmly mused as he climbed up on your bed, trapping your legs in between his knees, coyly smiling. "Maybe~"
A squeal sprung free from your lips as the spider-like fingers of Satoru squeezed your sides before wriggling into your ribs. "I'd rather she beg. After all, she wants this so much~!" Satoru smugly taunted, that fat ass smirk plastered on his face when you jabbed your elbow hard in his side.
"Liar liar pants on fire – AAH~!" Your retort was cut off by your own shriek as Satoru's fingertips slithered around to deeply drag across your belly.
"Oh ho, you're gonna get it now!" Satoru's deepened tone spoke doom for you. Suguru's snickers only added to it.
Your spastic, laughing form was kicking, flailing, and bouncing to both their inner amusement and glee; the bed squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall many times in the process.
"Cootchie cootchie coo~!" Satoru's fingers slid through your shirt sleeves to pinch and wring the bare skin of your armpits.
"Tohohohohoru you ahahahahahass~!" You slam your shoulders into his in another attempt to push him off, but that lean skinny bode hid such strength beneath.
"Hey! I have a fine ass, I'll have you know!" Gojo's pursed lips were made to good use as he began doing raspberries from the crook of your neck to the base of it to under your ear, speaking in between every tingling blow. "Very. Fine. Indeed!" His snowy hair added to the ticklish sensation as his puffy locks brushed your cheek.
"You twohoohoo beheheheheter stahahahap or I swehehehear I'll – EEK~!" You squeaked harder as Suguru exchanges wiggling squeezes between your shaking kneecaps and your thighs. "Suhuhuhuhugu qu – quihihihit it~!!"
Geto snorted. "Jackass is more like it."
"Your face up my ass the other day spoke otherwise, if you recall~" Satoru's buzzing wet lips pulled from your neck to give bedroom eyes to Suguru.
Who returns the look, just as gluttonous for another go. "The face you made proves you enjoyed it just as much~"
Their raunchy talk was halted as a pillow got whacked in Suguru's face, followed by said pillow being thrown to Satoru's, who barely caught it in one hand. But that enough commotion lets you slip free from his loosened grasp.
Though the truth was he let you go free for now, laughing slowly at the look of sheer disbelief on his raven haired lover's face at what you just pulled, the more bangs loosely gracing his forehead from the commotion.
"Ooh, you're in trouble~!" Gojo singing spoke of doom.
Your panting, pink cheeked self could only have a moment's reprieve as chills raked your skin at the dark edge tainting Suguru's almond eyes. Unlike the smile in your nightmares, bearing callousness and insanity, Suguru's bore a more eerily calm smiling face.
"Indeed … it's on."
He dodged the kick to his face by your freed foot, toothily smiling as he caught your ankle, viewed your squirming foot with scrutinizing intrigue, before dragging his finger up and down your sole lightly enough to have you become a cute chortling mess.
Your other foot moved to kick his arm to free yourself when Gojo snatched it straight away, clicking his tongue to scold you. "Naughty, naughty~"
The two looming devils you love jumped you!
Shoko Ieiri, twirling her non lite cigarette between her fingers, jumped at the ear-piercing scream striking the air of the dorm, high tailing to the source as curiosity beckoned her.
Discovering the loud slamming ruckus jumbled in as well, it all is coming from your room followed by your jumbled cackling wordplay in the mix had her sliding the door open, her cigarette nearly slipping from her grasp at the sight she just witnessed.
You were flipped to lay on your stomach, laughing your sweaty red face off, as both those bastards each straddled a thigh of yours, with a footsie for each to tickle savagely.
"And this is why I stopped questioning why this is your norm now." Shoko shrugged.
"She whacked us with her pillow!" Suguru gruffly complained as his fingers wringed through your toes.
"Hilarious move on her part but she did wound my pride." Satoru's mirthful grin then drooped as his pride did deflate. "So, retribution!" Killing your restraint as he nibbled on your padded piggies.
"SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKO~!!! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE THEHEHEHEHEHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP~!!!"
Your flailing calves nearly whacking them were immediately taken care of as their forearms wrapped around them to hold them in place, their hands squeezing your ankles in their ironclad grip. Suguru nibbled and dragged his teeth and tongue down your wrinkled sole while Satoru's lips and tongue suckled and wriggled between your toes.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHESE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY~!!!"
"Yeah, as the resident healer of our group, I see the telltale signs she's gonna pass out at this rate." Shoko nearly toppled over you as your hands needed some support to dig and squeeze your fingers in something to keep your unhinged self-grounded.
Suguru hummed in contemplation. "Hmmm … while seeing and hearing our love in this state does please me greatly, this overall was supposed to cheer her up."
"Your cheering up brand is quite savage indeed." Shoko's apathetic tone made them both stifle a groan; Satoru's vibrating through your foot made you squeal louder, as he finally popped his mouth off your saliva covered minies.
"Alright, alright! We will," Satoru gave a big wet smooch to your topside. "I'd say we're even now."
Suguru kissed your other topside in the same manner, before their arms released your calves, moving off your thighs so they could lay your legs fully down on your rustled sheeted bed.
You breathed in and out your relief as tranquility came at last; giggles from ghost tickles slipping in, releasing your hold on Shoko's arm to fold yours and use them as your personal resting pillow. "Ah … f … freedom … thank you." You were now more exhausted but less depressing. Pro? Perhaps. For now, anyway.
"Y/n." You leaned your head into Satoru's smooth warm hand as he brushed your hair strands sticking to your forehead aside, rubbing your forehead before brushing your hair back in gentle motions, as he flopped down on his stomach on your right side, resting his cheek on his free forearm, the vibrant Six Eyes looking at you over his lowered shades, straightforward truth teeming in them. "In this life, you can't save everyone."
You frowned at that, blunt and to the point, when Suguru also flopped down the same way on your left side, his giant firm hand rubbing massaging circles on your back, surging with tender care, bringing blessed sighs out of you, as his eyes met yours next, teemed with solace. "Nor will the fear of the unknown go away just like that."
"We can't promise that nothing will happen to all of us later on down the line, either." Satoru's distaste for it showed.
"But we can promise that when they do, come what may, we'll give it our all." Suguru's empathy shined through in his beautiful almond eyes.
"We have to in order to be the strongest duo, after all." Satoru chuckled as his cheek nuzzled yours.
"Eh? And me?" You pouted.
"Then trio." Suguru pecked your lips just to see that smile of yours blossom.
"Ahem!" Shoko fake coughed, sitting against the front of the bed on the floor, plopping her head back, lips puckered and batting eyes at you all in fake sadness.
"Okay, squad then! Point being! Whatever comes our way, we face it together, as best we can. We are there for each other. None of us should be alone. Right?" Satoru's sincere toothy smile sealed the deal.
You sighed deeply. "Fine … but any more savage tickling cheering up schemes in the future are off the table! I swear to God –!"
"Hai hai." The duo agreed in unison as they each pressed a deep noisy smooch to your cheeks.
"Ehem." Shoko pointed at her own face, wanting smooches too. That brought laughs out of all three of you before you kissed her forehead, and the guys kissed her cheeks.
The downpour had finally ceased, and you fell asleep from the tiring experience that toppled the rest.
"Too precious for this kind of life, she is." Shoko smiled faintly as the guys kept their eyes on yourself, softly breathing, slowly lifting and lowering your slumbering self.
"Suguru? Those dreams of hers …"
"Premonitions, you mean?"
Satoru nodded. "It's been happening for weeks now."
"She could be a cursed Seer of sorts. See the future and all that." Shoko interjected.
"Her cursed energy has been increasing. Her output as well. Still … I say we keep close to her. Keep our guard up." Suguru suggested.
"And if Yaga-sensei sends her out solo tasking again?" Satoru dreaded that possible outcome.
"We should inform him of this. If a possible dire threat does arrive in our future, I'd suggest one of us go with her on missions just in case. We both can handle solo missions just fine."
"Then I call dibs~!"
Suguru's eyes narrowed intensely. "My idea, my dibs."
Satoru flared up. "Eh~?!"
Your groggy stirring mumbles alerted the bois to keep it down, your settling down leaving them puffing out their reliefs.
"Compromise then, Satoru~?"
Said man groaned. "You're lucky you're you."
Suguru chuckled at that before smooching his snowy haired lover over your resting head.
"Your throuple is a cursed miracle in and of itself, alright." Shoko murmured, toying with the cig between her lips.
Your throuple life story.
Cursed miracle indeed.
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thecutestler · 11 hours
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Trying to trap you in a tickle hug and scribble all over your sides and give you some back tickles 🙊💕!
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