#oh deer he's ticklish

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon (Part II)

(read Part I here!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Ler!Vaggie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

First: MAJOR thank you for all the sweet notes and feedback on Part 1 of this fic! I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response, and it really made my week! So grateful to be part of this lovely community 💕

As promised, here is part 2... This one gets a little more intense than the last, but it's still all for fun (and Al can handle it 🤭) So excited to share it with you all!

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Vaggie is never quite sure what she's going to find when she hears a commotion elsewhere in the hotel - especially when it's coming from the direction of Alastor's room.

But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her girlfriend pinning the most powerful overlord in Hell to the floor, tickling him to hysterics.

"Uhhhh..... Sweetie?"

"He won't tell me where he hid it!"

Vaggie just takes it in for a second. "So you're tickling him?"

"How else am I supposed to get it outta him?!"

"That's an... unconventional method, babe."

Charlie pauses her assault to shoot her girlfriend a deadpan look over her victim (who merely remains sprawled out on the floor beneath her, using his reprieve to take in as much precious oxygen as possible).

"You think I'm stupid enough to threaten real harm on The Radio Demon?"

That remark draws a maniacal little chuckle from the crumpled heap.

"Doesn't sound very effective," Vaggie observes.

But Charlie is too busy growling taunts at her victim again, tazing him in the sides. "Sorry, did I say something funny, giggles? Huh?! Did I?"

Vaggie can't help but smile herself at how hard it is for her girlfriend to keep a straight face during her "interrogation." She pokes and prods and scribbles all over the poor man, until his distinctive cackle echoes from the ceiling. And then she sits back on her heels, practically beaming with delight as he continues to shake with residual giggles.

At one point Charlie flashes her girlfriend a goofy grin. "I really think I'm wearing him down."

"Oh yeah. Absolutely, babe." Vaggie leans back against the doorframe with a smirk. "He really looks like he hates this, doesn't he."

As Charlie goes after his ribs again, Vaggie tilts her head. "He's lost his weird radio buzz."

"Oh!" Charlie abruptly clasps her hands to her chest, eyes wide with sudden worry. "Are you okay, Al?"

"Heh - yes, yes, of course..." While he is indeed too drunk on laughter maintain his usual tinny radio filter, the tiniest hint of a wheeze still edges his voice - which surprises Alastor himself more than anyone. His evil cackle is, after all, one of his signature intimidation techniques, and it's never affected his voice before.

But the uncontrolled, helpless hysterics Charlie's had him clutched in is very different from what he's used to. For all his practice intimidating his victims with a well-timed chortle, it appears his genuine laughter is rather rusty.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Still breathless, Alastor can't help but chuckle at that too. "...Y-you are aware of what an 'interrogation' is, right?"

Charlie's look of concern drops to a mild glare.

"Alright, babe. Step aside." Vaggie curls a dangerous little grin of her own. "I'll handle this."

As he sees Vaggie striding toward him, Alastor scrambles to sit up. "Wait, wait- Vaggie, dear, can't we-" He presses backward, only to find himself cornered between the couch and the coffee table. "Er- can't we talk this over?"

Vaggie crouches down. "You wanna tell me where Angel's speaker is?"

"No."

Fingernails are crawling up both sides before he even registers movement. Poor Alastor is clutched over cackling within seconds.

Charlie may be a surprisingly effective ler, but it quickly becomes clear who taught her: Vaggie is ruthless.

"Get his tummy, that's his weak spot!" Charlie chirps, not even bothering to hide her delight any longer.

"Chahaharlie!!"

Alastor actually feels a spark of legitimate panic as Vaggie's nails find their way to his upper belly, tracing along the lower edge of his ribcage, sending his laughter silent for a moment.

"Hey, if you really want me to stop, you can just tell me what I wanna know."

"YOou cahan-" (gasp) "-PRY it from my-" (brief giggle fit) "-cold, dead-" (wheeze) "-fingers!!"

"Yeah? I'll show you cold, dead fingers..."

Alastor feels a hand slip under his shirt.

"AaaaAAAHH! No, no, Vaggie don't!"

"Oooh, this is a good spot, isn't it?"

"NO don't do that- please please please..."

"What? You don't want me to do this?" Her fingernails skitter across his bare tummy. The poor man can't remember the last time he laughed this hard at anything - which, for someone who literally hasn't dropped his smile for decades, is a pretty high bar to clear. And he's gotta admit, it's the best he's felt in weeks.

"Don't kill him," Charlie pipes up, "I still need him to help run the hotel after this."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Vaggie leans in close. "I'm just gonna keep tickling this sensitive, vulnerable, unbearably ticklish little belly, up and down, over and over, on and on..."

The surge of radio static induced by this one sentence is so intense that it leaves Alastor's own voice virtually incomprehensible for several seconds. He tries to summon a shadow creature, a tentacle, anything, but he's so disoriented the shadows dissipate before they can be directed anywhere.

And that's finally what breaks his resistance. Being rendered helpless under Charlie's fingers is one thing, but being unable to use his powers at Vaggie's mercy is considerably more unnerving.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Vaggie lifts her hands off him, though they remain hovering just a few inches over his torso.

It takes a solid minute for Alastor to catch his breath. "For heaven's sake, you could've just asked me..."

Vaggie scrunches her fingers in the air a couple times, causing the radio demon to fold up like a lawn chair.

"Ack! Nonono I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!" He fights back a fit of nervous giggles.

"Ten seconds to spit it out before I go borrow Nifty's feather duster."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You think you can threaten me with cleaning tools? Don't be ridiculous..."

"Five seconds." Vaggie turns to Charlie. "Hey babe, have you tried his ears?"

A little squeak of microphone feedback. "13th floor hall closet, second-to-top shelf, under a dead rat."

Charlie recoils. "Ew! Al!"

"Pardon, two dead rats." As Vaggie withdraws her hands Alastor sits up, brushes himself off, and reaches for his microphone. "Second one came along as I was arranging the first, and... offered to help."

Charlie just stares at him in horror as he stands and twirls his mic with his usual classy flair, the very picture of eccentric elegance - as if he hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes being reduced to a hysterical mess on the floor.

"Is there any point in warning you not to pull something like this again?" Vaggie mutters, more to herself than the demon.

"No. But you can if it makes you feel better." Alastor grins and offers a hand to Charlie as she gets to her feet. "That was a lovely chat, my dears. Next time I need a good laugh I'll be sure to commit another petty theft."

Charlie rolls her eyes as he turns on his heel and strolls off.

"And let me know if you need help finding the batteries for that speaker," he tosses over his shoulder.

"OH you little piece of-"

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This was such a fun fic to write! Hope you had fun reading it too.... let me know what you think!

💜 - Cozy

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[lex-the-flex]

Astarion finding out reader is ticklish

Ticklish

Oh, Astarion would love this.

He wouldn't stop teasing you. No matter how hard he tried. The day he discovered that you were ticklish was a fun one in fact. It happened when it was time for the two of you to take patrol in hunting for the day. The group's rations and water was running low, so Gale suggested that you and Astarion should track down some deer.

"Why the two of us?" You asked Gale, tying the laces of your boots.

"Because you are an excellent shot, Y/N. And that Astarion can track anything from miles away." Gale responds, crossing his arms.

"Not to mention that he's fast. Incredibly fast." You scoff, trying to shake the shudder from creeping up your spine.

Sure, you liked Astartion. You were still getting used to him and you couldn't deny the new and surprising feelings you had for him. But you weren't sure if he felt the same.

"Come on, Y/N. He's good to have around and I know he enjoys your companionship. Besides, the two of you work good together." Gale replies, helping you from your spot on the ground.

"Alright, fine." You answer, before heading to get your gear ready.

The woods peacefulness felt wonderful amongst all the fighting and missions your crew had to go on. Filling up the few canteens with fresh water from the river, Astarion caught you off guard. Grabbing your sides in hoping to scare you, he tickled you feverishly.

"Astarion, stop! As-- Star!!" You begged through giggles, wanting him to stop.

"Oh why, it's so precious when you giggle for me!" He teases, finally letting go of your waist.

Standing from the river's edge, you both were ready to go back to camp when suddenly, Astarion got an idea. An funny, yet a naughty idea. When the two of you reached the camp's boarder, Astarion set down the supplies that you both had gathered and then proceeded to reach for your waist.

Gently tickling your sides, you're unable to break free from his grasp, and he carefully backs you against a tree. Grabbing his shoulders, Astarion pauses as the two of you silently gaze at one another. Slowly leaning forward, Astarion hesitantly presses his lips to yours, capturing you in a passionate kiss.

Wrapping his arms around your form, he pulls you closer to him, wanting to feel your body against his own. Tangling your fingers in his white curls, he breaks for a moment, relishing in the taste of your lips. Gliding his lips down to your neck, a gasp leaves your mouth just as he makes contact with the sensitive skin.

Parting your legs with his knee, Astarion secretly; desperately wants nothing more than to feel you around him. To have you scream his name while he fucks you so smoothly, and he wanted to be your first. He wanted to be all yours in a clogging wave of lust and love and you wanted it too. You trusted him with everything, so much that you were willing to let Astarion introduce you to a whole new side of him.

Biting your lip, a quiet moan escaped your lips, and Astarion's ears perked up.

"Sshh, not now, love. We'll get to enjoy each other soon enough." He whispers before kissing you once more.

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[hazbin-hotlee37]

Alright. You wanted it, you got it.

Here you heathens.

Giggles and Cuddles

Switch!Vox, Switch!Alastor. Radiostatic (Vox x Alastor)

To the rest of hell, Vox and Alastor were rivals. Enemies. Each others worst nightmare.

To the Vees and other Hazbins...

They were the most wholesome couple in hell.

It was hard to believe, but it was true. Since the little groups found out about their relationship, they stopped hiding it around them. The others knew better than to tell anyone.

The two were all over eachother, and not sexually (much to Angels disappointment)

They were just very affectionate, whether it was simple kisses to full on cuddle sessions. They were always close by each other when they weren't busy. It was really cute to their little audiences.

Currently, the two were in the hotel, Alastors room specifically. The radio demon was laying in bed reading a book and the TV host was clinging to his side. Full on koala hug. Half his face was buried against his boyfriends rib area and his arm was on the Deer demons chest, scrolling on his phone.

It was quite comfortable for them both. They enjoyed being in eachothers company, they didn't even need to speak to feel like this. Everything seemed perfect.

Until disaster struck...

Vox got a message from Velvette, it wasn't anything important but its what happened next that was. When Vox got the message, his screen vibrated and with where his head was, it messed with his lover. The radio demon flinched slightly and his breath hitched, which did not go unnoticed by the TV host, much to the Deer demons demise.

Vox smiled slightly and put his phone down, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends torso and his legs around his waist. He buried his face into Alastors ribs area, and the Radio demon obliviously wrapped an arm around his lover.

Vox the vibrated his screen against the deer demons ribs, like he was getting another message but it was a bit longer. In response, Alastor jumped and snickered quietly.

"D-Dear-.. Could you please-" His sentence was cut short when the TV headed demon did it again, but this time longer and one of his hands spidered across his partners tummy.

The reactio was immediate. Alastor dropped his book and burst into staticy cackles. Trying to push his partner away but not wanting to hurt him either.

"Whats the matter, Ally?~ Too ticklish?~" Vox says playfully, looking at his boyfriends face for a moment. Relishing in the sight of a genuine smile on the deer demons face.

But... One problem happened. Vox flustered himself. Second hand Lee mood... Fuck.

He stopped his assault and it was clear the Radio demon didn't let this little fact go unnoticed. He quickly switched their positions, now sitting on Voxs thighs and looking down at his lover.

"My, my, how the tables have turned~ Did someone fluster themself? How cute~" Alastor teases with a smile, this one more evil then the one before. He then started wiggling his fingers so close to his partners sides but not making contact.

"Whahahait! Ahal-.." Vox was already giggling and the Radio demon hasn't even made contact yet.

"I haven't even touch you yet, darling~"

"Shuhut it, I knohohw!"

Oh. The squeal that left the TV headed demon after the Radio demon started scribbling his fingers all over Voxs tummy and sides... Alastor winced himself and his ears pinned back for a moment.

"Must you be so loud, dear? Its really not that serious, why make such a fuss~"

"Gahahahaha! Ahahal! Ihihit tihickles! Ihit tickles! Plehehease!"

"Well, that's the point, silly! Its supposed to tickle and make you laugh your goofy little head off! And it seems to be doing just the trick!"

Vox damn near shrieked when his boyfriend tickled his ribs with one hand and squeezed his hips with the other. Holy shit, if thought it tickled before... He was in for it now!

"OHOHO gohohd! Nohoht *Hic!* there! Alahastor!!"

"Thats my name, screen-bean, don't where it out~"

Oh. That got to Vox. His screen flushed and his internal fans kicked on pretty quickly. Alastor wasn't really one for pet names, he found them more demeaning than anything but this little one seemed to stick. It was rather cute to him how much it made his lover flush.

"NOHO MOHORE! *Hic!* *Hic!* Plehehease!"

"Hmmm, alright, alright. Fine, but only because you asked sooo nicely~"

With that the Radio demon ceased his attack, chuckling softly as he watch his lover curl up and melt into a little puddle of breathy giggles. It really was a sight...

"Cruhuel... And evil!" Vox says as he gathers himself.

"Well, you know me, darling" Alastor says with a smile, kissing the top of his lovers screen.

"Yeah... I know you're a piece of shit! A-And a sadistic asshole. And an absolute softie" Vox says with a smile, wrapping his arms around the Radio demon and buried his face into his lovers chest.

"*Sigh* I will not confirm nor deny what you said is true. But.. I think we both know the answer" He says with a softer smile, holding the TV host close.

Things always felt so right in the arms of your loved one, and while they would have to act like enemies once again tommorow. It just means that they'll cherish today all the more.

#hazbin hotel tickle #ler!alastor #lee!alastor #ler!vox #lee!vox #radiostatic #lots and lots of fluff #Soo much fluff

[stardustpinkart]

Lucifer transformed back into his normal form. "Sorry for scaring you. I see you've discovered singing." He mused, sitting next to him.

Adam nodded, grinning. "It's fun, I really like it. I think it sounds nice... Um- ... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Lucifer tilted his head and laughed lightly. "Lucifer. I usually stay as a snake when I enter the garden?" The man perked up. "Oh yeah! The white one! I'm Adam!"

Lucifer couldn't help but grin at the human's enthusiasm. He adored it to be honest. "Trust me, we all know who you are. How are you enjoying life so far?" "Oh, I really like it! I like learning new things about myself. So far I've learned that I like sweet things, like fruit, and soft things like those other horse things- with the.. branches.. on their heads?" "Deer?" "Yeah, deer, I like those."

The angel smiled along with Adam, just as excited as he was about his discoveries. "You wanna know what else is soft? Here, I think you'll like it." He extended one of his wings out for Adam to feel, accidentally brushing it against his side. The human jumped and covered his side, a surprised grin spreading across his face followed by a sweet sounding giggle.

Lucifer gasped and scooted closer. "You're ticklish! I didn't know we were giving that to humans! Oh this is great, you're going to have so much fun-" "What's.. What's ticklish?"

The angel grinned, excitedly. "Lift your arms a little bit, I'll show you." Adam did as he was told, lifting his arms up. Again, Lucifer extended his wings, gently brushing them against Adam's sides. The human snorted and slammed his arms down, laughing. Lucifer pulled his wings back to avoid having them stuck under Adam's arms, instead reaching out and gently digging into the sides of his tummy.

Adam shrieked and threw his head back, laughing. Not wanting to overwhelm him, Lucifer slowed to a stop, and pulled his hands back. After a moment of giggling and catching his breath, the human looked back up at the angel, sitting up and smiling.

"Can you do that again?" -------------------------------------------

Based on this cute lil fic I found on Tumblr :) Theres an abudance of Hazbin stuff at the mo, a lot of it really good!

Its nice to think how it might have been in the early days. I grew up catholic, schools and the like(though we didnet really go to church or anything) so I know a few bits. The basic stories, Adam and eve, etc. I believe Lucifer was gods most beloved angel, even had a diffrent name, untill he fell. And that supposedly it hurt him terribly when his beloved angel did.

So since Hazbin already has an alternate lore, what REALLY happened in the beggining. I'm sure Adam would be a lot more innocent to begin with, more pleasant, after all, being nearly made, exploring LIFE. The worst aspects maybe came later especially if heaven and its angels overlypraised him, "Adam could do NOTHING wrong", which led to his arrongance and rudeness and cruelty. Perhaps in the beggining, Lucifer and Adam were even friends? It was later events that changed all that.

There is NO sexual themes here, just that of COURSE, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden. They coevered themsleves in leaves in shame after eating the fruit of knowledge right?

I was stumped for colours cuz, they do seem to vary. Like, Sir pentious, his new form was a lot less scary and threatening in heaven. SO I figured, when he was still alive and just starting in the world, he would have a more mortal colour scheme yeah? As would Lucifer have a softer angelic colour scheme back then

I really enjoyed drawing this :)

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[ticklytums]

Down Time- Sneak Peek

Charlie and Alastor enjoy some down time at the hotel after work. Quickly, it becomes a battle of wills!

What just happened?! Before the deer could even make sense of the dizzying attack, he felt her playful little fingers spider along his belly. So unprepared for the sensations, there was a brief whine of radio feedback as Charlie’s nimble fingers zipped along his skin.

Charlie giggled, watching as one of his feet kicked up in reflex. She could feel the deer quivering beneath her fingers and watched his smile twitch wider. The feedback was getting louder too. “I can’t believe The Radio Demon is ticklish! This is the cutest discovery ever!”

“I-I’m not…” He quickly covered his mouth, the desire to laugh was getting too strong to handle. Charlie’s devilish fingers had started to squeeze along his sides and that’s when the laughter began.

His cohort’s face absolutely lit up with sheer delight when she heard the first of the cackles. They were loud and interspersed with the hilarious crackle of static, like a bad radio signal. “Oh you’re not ticklish, huh? Could have fooled me!”

Alastor laughed harder at her teasing, His cackles were bright and almost boyish as he squirmed and jerked his body every which way to lessen the maddening sensations. “Wait!” he tried to protest, but they fell on deaf ears. The deer had to suppress an honest to Lucifer squeal when he felt her nails drift further up his side.

An arm flailed, trying to command his tendrils to come at the Princess, but he was laughing far too hard to concentrate. As Charlie’s inquisitive hands traveled higher, Alastor desperately tried to grab the armrest for some sort of leverage. Seeing the new opening, Charlie gleefully plunged her wiggling fingers under his arms, She did not expect the resulting reaction.

Radio feedback screeched before the deer’s voice nearly did as Alastor’s back arched like a bow. His boisterous cackles came in harder and faster as he struggled with more desperation now to get away from her. “CHAHARLIE, DOHOHON’T!” He threw his elbows to his sides, trying to block the most sensitive of his spots, but it only served to trap her fingers.

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[strangleetomz]

22 (“What do you think you’re dOHOING!”) with lee!alastor and lee!charlie? Pls? :3

(Ik u meant ler charlie dw ^^)

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Alastor was just minding his buisness, as one does.

He stood ominously, observing what was happening in his surroundings: Angel flirting with Husk.. nothing new. Niffty running around the room, yelling “Stab! Stab!” while stabbing the bugs that speedily crawled around the floor, fruitlessly attempting to evade the blade in Niffty’s hand. Lucifer was asleep on the floor, of all places. ‘Such a strange man..’ Alastor thought to himself. Vaggie was nowhere to be found.. Typically normal; She has off days and avoids the group for a break sometimes.

But Charlie was nowhere in sight, either.

That was odd.

“Hm.” Alastor hummed, his eyes expressed his slight confusion, his smile not once faltering. It never did. He had to rely purely on his eyes to show his true emotions.

A set of arms wrapped wrapped his torso. His eyes widened and he couldn’t help the way he flinched. He was startled by the sudden contact, though he quickly relaxed once the one hugging him finally spoke.

“Alastor!”

Charlie.

The one person he feels he’d begun to trust, as much as he’d rather die (again) than admit it. Though, it is quite obvious how he feels about the princess.

“Ah, Charlie!” Alastor exclaimed, turning himself around and gently pushing Charlie off. “Where have you been? I don’t believe I’ve seen you since this morning.”

“I’ve been with Vaggie,” Charlie craned her neck to look Alastor in the eyes. “She said she wants to be alone for a little now, so I came to see how everyone’s doing!”

“Oh, trust me, my dear, everyone’s doing just fine!” Alastor kept his usual cheery tone. “Well, maybe aside from Husker; Angel Dust has been pestering him the whole afternoon.” The deer chuckled, the sound of his radio-filtered voice filling the room. It always made him stand out; you could always tell whenever he was around whether you could see him or not.

He liked that.

“Okay, so, I had an idea.. or, a theory, earlier, and I want to try it!” Charlie grinned, seemingly excited. This behavior from the princess was nothing new.

“Well, as I have said before, I am happy to fulfill your bizarre requests, my dear! What is it that you’d like to try, must I do anything to help?” Alastor leaned forward on his microphone, which he typically treated as a cane.

“Okay, close your eyes— You have to trust me, okay?” Charlie put her hands together and bounced on her heels. Alastor chuckled, and closed his eyes.

“My dear, what exactly are you doing hERE!? Chaharlihie!?” Alastor’s eyes shot open, radio static escaping him as his ears pinned down against his head. He looked down at the girl infront of him. “What do you think you’re dOHOING!?”

“Tickling you! And my theory was right; You are ticklish! Oh, this is so cute, why did you keep this hidden!?” Charlie almost squealed from her excitement at this new discovery, her fingers scribbling up and down the deer’s sides.

“Dohon’t be so lohOUD ABOhout ihit, my dehear!” Alastor lightly grabbed onto Charlie’s hands, though he didn’t make much of an effort to push her away.

“Aww, Alastor!” Charlie cooed, “You’re so ticklish, this is adorable!” She brought her hands up to his ribs, eliciting radio static followed by a fit of loud laughter.

“ChahAHARLIE! Ohoh, nohot thERE!” Alastor doubled over and his knees buckled. Charlie caught him before he hit the ground and gently layed him on the floor.

“Oh, is this a good spot?” Charlie teased and vibrated her fingers on the spaces between the bones. “I can’t believe how ticklish you are!”

“Okay, okAHAHAY! Mehercy, CHAHARLIE! PLEASE!” Alastor pleaded, and Charlie obliged.

“You know, you didn’t really ask me to stop during that..” Charlie smirked as she noticed Alastor’s eyes widen for a quick second. “Did you like that?”

Alastor stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “You tell no one, or else I will not have mercy.” He warned, leaning forward to taser Charlie’s sides. The look on the deer’s face went smug as she squealed.

“Point taken! Your secret is safe with me..” Charlie put her hands up in surrender.

“Good girl.” Alastor patted Charlie on the head as he stood up.

“Well, my dear, as much as I’d love to continue this interaction, I do have some errands to run,” He brushed his hands on his coat, smoothing it out a little before placing his hands behind his back. He turned and made his way to exit the hotel before calling out behind him, “Tell Vaggie I wish her well!”

Alastor’s secret was definitely not safe with Charlie; She immediately went and told Vaggie about what happened.

She was sure she’d be fine, it’s not like Vaggie would go around saying anything.

Right?

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[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Unforeseen of events- (Hazbin Hotel tickle fic)

A/N: To the people who saw the video I posted, yes you already know what this is about.

Summary: Charlie thinks of the perfect way to get Alastor. A good old fashion tickle attack. But what happens when the odds aren't in her favor?

Ler Alastor Lee Charlie

Charlie giggled silently, an evil grin on her face as she slowly crept up behind the Radio Demon. The demon princess was in the mood to tickle her radio friend. She had already gotten Vaggie, Angel, and Husk. Her next target was Alastor. Ohhh she was so excited.

The Radio Demon silently stood near the bar of the hotel, minding his own business as usual as he hummed a soft tune. Charlie was now inches away from the unsuspecting demon, her fingers wiggling with anticipation. Once the princess was close enough, she struck.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" she giggled as her fingers made contact with Alastor's sides. Alastor flinched and let out a small squeak but that was as close as the princess was going to get. Alastor slightly turned his head and raised his brow as he watched Charlie attempt to tickle him. He allowed her to try for a few more moments until he cleared his throat. Charlie tilted her head in confusion, squeezing his sides to see if this was a joke. The princess gasped. "You're not ticklish Al?" she asked in defeat. This time, the Radio Demon did laugh. "No my dear. I haven't been ticklish in a long time."

"Hmph!" Charlie said with a pout. She really thought she'd get them all. But then one of them just happened to be...not ticklish. How is someone NOT ticklish?

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction when he suddenly got an idea of his own. "Oh Charlie~" Charlie raised her brow this time as Alastor slowly stalked towards. "What did I say about you not smiling?" Charlie opened her mouth to answer until she noticed the glint in his eyes. "Oh shit." she cursed, backing away a few steps. Alastor only stalked closer. "H-Hey Al. I-I know what you're thinking."

"You do, your highness?" he asked so casually, only a few steps away from her now. Charlie gulped and gave him a nervous smile and almost matched his. "Al, please don't I'm-AHHHHHH!" There was no warning from the Radio Demon. Alastor's hands struck the princess's sides and soon, Charlie was now a giggling mess.

Alastor couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Oh look at you. You're so ticklish princess."

"Nohohohohoho I'm nohohohohohohot!" Alastor didn't even bother to comment on her pathetic lie. Charlie tried and failed to push his hands away, but whenever she's make contact with them, Alastor would switch it up, attacking her armpits and her lower ribs.

"Goochie goochie goo. Who's our ticklish princess? Who's our ticklish princess?" Alastor began to tease as Charlie all but screamed when he moved to her stomach. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING!!!!" Charlie cried as Alastor only laughed. "Oh but Charlie, you know it's only fair."

"NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT'S NOHOHOHOHOT!!!"

"Yes it is. But I'll show you what isn't fair." Alastor replied before swooping up the giggly princess and placing her on the couch. Charlie giggled and wiggled to get out of the deer demon's hold, but he was stronger than he looked. "Hold her down boys." he said as she shadow grabbed her arms and tied them together above her head. Alastor smirked when he saw Charlie's scared but also excited face. "Please Al. Whatever you're doing, don't do it."

"And what makes you think I'd listen to you?" Alastor asked as Charlie only gulped. "B-Because I'm the Princess of Hell. A-As your princess, I-AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Charlie didn't finish her threat, for her serial killer friend had already began to stroke his fingers all over the princess's belly. "Awwww, is the little princess's belly her most ticklish spot?" He didn't get an answer from her. Charlie only laughed freely, struggling to get out of his shadows' hold. Alastor silently commanded one of his shadow's to cover her eyes. Charlie screamed when she could only see darkness. "ALASTOR!!!" The Radio Demon slowly lifted the princess's shirt, allowing the cool air to make her shudder. "W-What're you doing?" she asked, but Alastor didn't answer directly. Instead, he only stroke his fingers on her bare tummy, making the princess really laugh her ass off. "I'm gonna get your belly~" Charlie knew that teasing voice all too well. He said it the same way he did when he and him made that deal. At this point, Charlie's struggles began to increase. "Al, no please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"There's no mercy in hell dear. Even you should know that." Alastor said before he engulfed a breath of air and slammed his mouth down on the princess's abdomen. Alastor's ears twitched when her high pitch scream went up an octave. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" Charlie screamed for dear life, her arms tugging hard on the shadows. Showing some mercy, Alastor released the bind from her wrist, allowing the princess to attempt to push his head off. It was futile though for whenever she thought Alastor was finished, he'd blow another raspberry just to make her scream. It wasn't until the princess started banging on his head like a drum that Alastor decided to call it quits.

The Radio Demon gave one last short raspberry on her bellybutton before pulling her shirt back down and staring at the teary eyed princess. Charlie was still in a fit of giggles, the shock clearly still there. Alastor smirked. "There you go. Now, you're fully dressed." Charlie only rolled her eyes as the Radio Demon got off the couch. Alastor intentionally grasped her tummy, making her squeal and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Just remember dear~" he began to say before he left. "Make sure you're always fully dressed. Or else, you'd like for me to...help." he said before Charlie squealed and raced out of the main lobby of the hotel, eager to escape the tickly fingers of the Radio Demon.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee charlie #ler alastor #the radio demon #princess of hell #tickle #tickles

[totally-not-a-tickle-blog]

Alastor’s shadow straight up guiding your hands to his most ticklish spots after he refuses to admit what he wants. Ears all twitchy and he’s all antsy. Breathless from laughing so much you can actually hear him drop not only the radio filter but the fake accent for just a moment in the aftermath.

also alastor with little deer tail is something that can actually be so wonderful to me

Stimming stimming stimming stimmingnsjhfsjfjdkjdkf /vpos

THE VOICE ONE GOT ME SM BECAUSE I LOVE HIS VOICE WITHOUT A FILTERRR imagine it being just a soft "Oh God" or "Oh My..." while he recomposes himself 😞💞💞💞

#tickling #tickle #tickle community #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #lee!alastor

[justaticklishdeer]

Ticklish Fawn

Hi! This is my first tickle fic in forever, feedback is amazing! Enjoy! Word count is 670.

CW: teasing, tickles, obv, restraints.

Lee!Alastor, Ler!Lucifer

“Hey, Bambi!”

“What could you possibly want?” Alastor hisses irritably at the fallen angel. Lucifer grins and leans against him, earning another hiss. “Get off!” “Nuh uh, Bambi,” Lucifer hums. Alastor would’ve gladly thrown him across the room, but…well, Charlie had forbidden physical injury. Instead, he starts to ignore the blond leaning against him. “Bambi,” he hums, “Ya can’t ignore me.” “Well I am.” The Radio Demon looks around, hoping Charlie or someone would walk in to get this damn thing off of him.

He squeaked with surprise as Lucifer’s hand went to his side. “Don’t.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t like–being touched,” Alastor growls. Lucifer grins and pokes his side again, getting another muffled squeak. Alastor scoots back, pushing Lucifer off of him. “Don’t,” he tried, but Lucifer had him pinned down with golden magic. Alastor’s ears flattened with distaste. Lucifer unbuttons his coat, making Alastor hiss at him. “Bambi, cut the attitude,” Lucifer warns. “Never, your royal shortn–!” His word was cut off with a sharp gasp as Lucifer’s claws trailed down his sides.

He wriggled slightly. The fact that Alastor’s coat was off made the sensations worse. ”Aww, is someone a ticklish little fawn?” Lucifer teases. Alastor shakes his head, his ears twitching. “N-no,” The deer gasped out, wriggling again as his body tensed up at the stupid sensation. Lucifer’s claws dig a little harder, scritching below Alastor’s ribs, which got a screech of microphone feedback, just for a moment. “S-stop!” he growls, trying to yank free from the bonds Lucifer had put on. Alastor was doing quite well at holding in all the little giggles and laughs that threatened to come out. 

“Aw, poor ticklish little Bambi is already asking me to stop? Well, I gotta admit–you haven’t even giggled, but I know I’m getting under your skin–or rather, fur?” he teased, slipping his fingers just under Alastor’s shirt to stroke at the fur of his stomach, earning a loud snort from the demon beneath him. “Oh, come on, Bambi, you know it tickles.” “I-It does not–” Alastor started, and decided to keep quiet once Lucifer’s claws came out of his shirt to scribble at his underarms.

“How the hell are you keeping it together?” Lucifer muttered to himself. “I'm n-not t-ticklish!” Alastor gasped, his hooves digging into the couch as he tried to arch away from the sensations. Lucifer’s fingers scratched at his ribs softly, gently, earning a crackle of radio static from the demon below him. Lucifer grinned and kept scratching at the spot, before fully tickling him. Alastor barked like a deer out of surprise before laughing loudly, “Fuhuhuck!” Lucifer laughed and dug deeper into the deer’s ribs, making his laugh all staticy for a second. 

“Who’s a ticklish baby? Tickle tickle baby deer!” Lucifer teased as Alastor tried to curl up to get away from the tickles. The fallen angel’s fingers went to Alastor’s deer ears, stroking along the edges. “Tickle, tickle, Bambi…” Alastor lost it. He squealed and kicked, pleaded and threatened. “Stahahahap! Stahahahap, dohohohon’t!” he screeched, trying to buck Lucifer off. Alastor felt his fingers move off of him for a moment. “Hey, Bambi?” 

“What?” Alastor growled, ears pinned with an unrecognizable tone. “How ticklish is this deer tummy? Hm?” “Luhuhcifeher, do nohot–!” Alastor tugged at the bonds again, finding that he was utterly fucked. The fallen angel slips his fingers under the deer’s shirt. “Nononono dohohon’t!” Lucifer started to mercilessly scribble his fingers along and under the downy deer fur covering Alastor’s stomach. Speaking of Alastor, his laughter had gone silent. He managed to drag in a breath and scream with laughter. 

Lucifer looked down and saw how badly Alastor was taking this whole…thing. He gets up off of him, undoing the bonds. Lucifer lets him curl up and pant as he holds himself. “See ya at dinner, Bambi!” He walks out the door, leaving a disheveled Alastor to clean himself up. 

Lucifer wasn’t getting out of this that easy, no. Perhaps another day Alastor would get him back. 

#lee!alastor #ler!lucifer #ticklish!alastor #sfw tickling community #tickle content #tword community

[kaerichan-yatta]

Prohibite no longer.

(Alastor & Rosie)

Summary: Not only he teases, not only he constantly smiles, not only he hates technology, not only he loves his mother. Oh no, he has much bigger reactions, when he's in the specific mood... A/N: first Hazbin Hotel fic!! Don't hate, just correct in case<3 Enjoy!

"My, God must've had a ton of fun in making you so sensitive, darling..."

Gosh, how much he was feeling stupid. The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, one of the most powerful and dangerous beings in hell...now reduced to a fit of giggles and, surprising his friend as well, with a good layer blush on his cheeks.

"D-Don't say thahahat...it's even more e-embarassing..."

"Oh! Embarassing...why dear, you look like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, no?"

Well, in a way or another, deep inside, he was.

"Rohohosie..."

"There you go! It's always music to my ears to hear you giggle!"

The deer demon scrunched up his nose and his usual grin extended to his, well...where human ears would be. Rosie beamed, keeping her playful assault. Her nails skittered along his ribs, up and down his sides, eventually reaching his upper ribs close to his armpits. And that was the absolute worst for him, but being honest-

"Just remember you asked for it, dear..."

Exactly. Alastor had been in a mood for way too long, and of course the way he had decided to write down his own destiny was by taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa beside Rosie with the arm on the headrest, leaving his torso unprotected.

"I- gah! I knohohow..."

"Oh? Would it tickle you more if I were to pinch here? Or give it a small squeeze there? Ah, who am I kidding...of course it does!"

Alastor's body gently squirmed side to side. Rosie's touch being so delicate, her tickling feeling so soft and slow, not to mention the teasing...if that would've driven someone up the wall, he was already at the ceiling this time.

It was actually pretty frequent for them to have this kind of activity. Basically Alastor being bratty enough to doom himself for the following minutes...or hours, sometimes. Soon finding himself on his back, laying horizontally on the sofa, his torso staying right in Rosie's lap where she could easily reach, where her fingers and nails could go down town on his most sensitive spots.

But obviously, just with Rosie.

And when her fingers found a small opening through his shirt, where they reached his skin, he was done for.

"Gh-! R-Rohohosie! You- hahaha! You know i-it's so bahahahad here!"

Rosie knew he wasn't the type who giggled often, but that cackle he just let out was enough to statisfy and encourage her even more.

"Oh, I do know, Alastor, and I-" she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed his little deer tail wagging happily, as well as his legs kicking a bit, and she smiled even more, softly yet teasingly.

"And I don't plan on leaving your tummy untouched, especially after noticing the cutest details about your reactions..."

Alastor mentally cursed himself and his deer-like behavior that showed up whenever he had his stomach tickled. But well...if that was making Rosie happy, in a way...maybe asking for it hadn't been that much of a bad idea.

"I really don't see the point of prohibiting the others to tickle you silly, dear...you're basically hiding such endearing reactions to your beloved ones..."

She let a giggle escape, which went completely unheard since she had moved her fingers to the side of his stomach, making his laughter raise even more.

"Y-You knohohow how to be geheheHEHEntle!..."

Rosie blinked twice, that soft smile still stuck on her lips.

"Gentle? From my point of view, it doesn't seem like this is gentle at all...or could it be that you're too sensitive and ticklish around your little tummy?"

Bingo. Alastor threw his head back on the sofa, bright laughter coming from him, his knees bending in an attempt to curl up as Rosie's fingers sped up the tickly torment.

"Come now Alastor, dear..."

"M-Mahahaybe!"

"Maybe what, mhh?"

"M-Maybe I AHAHAHAM!"

Now these were cackles: Rosie knew he was close to his breaking point.

"Maybe you're what? I don't remember...would you be so kind to refresh my memory?"

And here Alastor thought she was so gentle...but the exact moment he formed his answer, Rosie's fingernails found the back of his ribs on his left side, and a radio static-like screech came from him.

"Oh stars! So this is the spot indeed?"

The deer overlord started squirming around more, desperately trying to curl up, but soon giving up in doing so as he noticed it was only encouraging the cannibal overlord to dig deeper in the ticklish spot.

His hands went up to cover his flushed face, eventually muffling his cackles and squeals, which led Rosie to sneak a finger under his armpit for a quick scribble, making the smiling laughing demon suddenly arch his body to the side, squealing again, lowering his arm.

"Uh-uh, don't hide that smile! By the way, you're always smiling...what's the sudden need of hiding it? Hmm? Could it be I'm tickle, tickle, tickling you a bit too much?"

"Y-YES! Y-Yes it's- AHAHAH! St-stohohop!"

Rosie held in the urge to just chuckle upon hearing all that radio static in his voice, between his laughter, almost close to wheezing, his head was now shaking and his ears were adorably folded back flat in his hair.

"Alright, dear..I feel like your little itch has been scratched enough, am I right?"

Her tickling came to and end, slowly so that he could catch his breath back better, her hand resting on his stomach now.

Alastor nodded his head, quickly recovering, his usual smile now back on his face, though it certainly looked more happy now.

"Consider yourself quite lucky, darling..." he said, regaining his composure back and sitting up on the sofa, at her side "you're the only one allowed to do this, so far, as I told you the other times as well"

Rosie softened her expression, though a question couldn't help but come to her mind.

"But why might that be, I wonder?"

Alastor fixed his monocle, sighing a little.

"Others tend to...let's say, overboard" he confessed.

Rosie frowned a bit. Well, being honest, she could understand. Some people he stayed with at the hotel could get a bit...energetic, sometimes. Especially a certain spider, or a princess. But her frown got quickly replaced by a relaxed expression, as a silly tease popped into her head.

"Well..." she said "you could always stabilish boundaries"

Alastor thought for a moment. He could, for when he'll be feeling in a mood again.

"Doesn't sound too bad, honestly..."

"So that means you actually enjoyed our little playful time earlier?" Rosie giggled, hearing his breath get disturbed by radio static once again.

He shook his head slowly, chuckling at her phrase.

"Well, you got me there. Quite a good one, darling"

Maybe, he was really going to give up his thing of prohibiting the others to tickle him in the future. Maybe...asking for it really hadn't been a bad idea at all.

#kaeri writing #sfw tickles #tickle fic #hazbin hotel sfw tickle #lee!alastor #ler!rosie #hazbin hotel

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

This is my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, so any feedback would be welcomed and deeply appreciated! (also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future work - I'm quite sure this'll be FAR from my last fic for this fandom hehe)

Hope you enjoy!

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Ever since he'd discovered glam metal, Angel has been blasting it nonstop from his room.

Unfortunately, his room happens to be directly beneath Alastor's... and the insulation in the hotel's walls leaves an awful lot to be desired. The Radio Demon's eye had been in a constant twitch for three days by the time he'd finally had enough.

"Alastor? Have you seen Angel's speakers?"

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When Charlie appears in his doorway, the demon in question is sitting comfortably on his couch, sipping a mug of black coffee and reading a newspaper (though Charlie isn't sure how he acquired it - the local paper has been out of print for weeks).

"No. But I've certainly had the displeasure of hearing them."

"They've gone missing. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

"Far away, I hope."

Charlie rolls her eyes and leaves to go consult the other guests. The deer takes a long draw from his mug.

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To Alastor's slight irritation, he only enjoys a few minutes of peace before the princess' voice echoes from the hall again.

"Oooh, Al...." Charlie sings.

"What is it, my dear?" the Radio Demon sings back absently.

"Nifty says she saw you with Angel's speakers yesterday."

"Did she?" He flips a page of his newspaper.

"Look, all I need to know is where you put them."

Long pause. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Alastor."

"Whaaat?" Though his eyes haven't left the page, his grin has widened slightly. "You think I'm lying?"

"You're always lying. That's your thing."

"...Touché."

Charlie perches on the sofa beside him.

"Are you gonna tell me where it is or not?"

"Fine. I'll be completely honest with you."

She perks up.

"I would honestly die a second death before subjecting myself to one more note of that infernal garbage."

Alastor's eyes flick up from his paper for the briefest of seconds, just to watch the bubbly princess' face fall into a delightfully exasperated scowl.

"You can't steal someone's stuff just because it annoys you!"

"On the contrary. That's exactly what I did."

Charlie narrows her eyes. "Alastor. You tell me where Angel's speakers are or else."

Alastor chuckles in spite of himself - Charlie's attempts to be intimidating never fail to amuse him.

"What's so funny about that?"

"My dear, I say this with the utmost respect and admiration for your many talents: there's a reason I tend to be the one called upon to scare off demonic threats."

Charlie huffs and crosses her arms. "Just because you're creepier and... more sadistic than me, doesn't mean I don't have ways of making you talk."

"Oh?" Alastor arches a skeptical eyebrow at his paper.

"So you better watch your step, Mister."

"Hmm. You make a compelling case." He flips another page. "Maybe I should tell you where Angel's poor excuse for music is."

Charlie brightens. "Really?"

"No."

The princess deflates.

He's right, of course: even if Charlie figures out a way to make herself legitimately threatening to the Radio Demon... he's the fucking Radio Demon. She may be the Princess of Hell, but she doesn't want to have to rebuild the hotel from rubble all over again.

The two sit in impassive silence for a few minutes - Charlie glaring at Alastor, Alastor staring stubbornly at his paper - until she finally stifles a sigh and slouches against the cushions. He's enjoying this, she just knows it. Sitting there with that stupid grin. He's probably been laughing to himself all night, imagining poor Angel waking up and finding his most prized possession missing.

She finds herself wishing she could make the old deer laugh himself sick sometime, just to teach him a lesson.

...Which is a horrible thought! Charlie's eyes widen, her brow furrowing in self-disgust. She could never bring herself to hurt Alastor, even via laughter.

In fact, she quite likes his laugh - it's a little maniacal, sure, and certainly hard to truly enjoy amid the gory contexts that typically trigger it. But if she knew a way to make him laugh at something other than another person's expense, she'd probably do it all the time... it's just that the things that make him laugh also tend to make Charlie nauseous.

Once again, the princess finds herself completely baffled by her own subjects. How one could be so tickled by anything that goes on down here - the pain, the violence, the gore...

Charlie tilts her head. She may have just gotten an idea.

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If Alastor had happened to cast a quick glance down the couch, the smile creeping across Charlie's face would've been enough to give him real pause.

But since he is instead stubbornly focused on his paper, he is completely unprepared for the fingers that suddenly begin crawling oh-so-gently up his side.

To her initial disappointment, Charlie finds at least three layers of fabric dampening her touch, and aside from a subtle flinch at first contact, Alastor himself remains perfectly still.

But then a low buzz of radio static swells around them. As she probes up his ribs, she can hear a soft crinkle of paper as his grip tightens.

"Charlie..." His voice is oddly clipped.

"Mm?" Charlie takes one glance at his face, and her smile deepens - even Alastor's signature grin can't mask the effect. He's still technically staring at the paper, but his eyes have gone wide and blank. He opens his mouth to continue just as her fingers reach his armpit - and his jaw quickly clamps shut. It's clearly taking everything in him not to squirm.

"Got something to say, Al?" She starts pinching back down his ribcage.

"Mmph!" The giggles start in his chest, bubbling up and fighting to escape through clenched teeth. Soon his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding them in.

"...Maybe about the location of a certain object?"

No response. The radio demon just curls forward a little, hiding his face in his paper.

Taking advantage of this new posture, Charlie slips her other arm around behind him, and gives a good pinch to both sides of his slender waist.

The demon straightens right back up with an audible gasp and tiny squeak of surprise (that he quickly tries to cover with a cough).

"Charlie! Are you s-seriously trying to-"

"Are you seriously ticklish?"

"No!"

In response she delivers another series of pinches to the same spot. His posture crumples again, until finally he loses his grip on his paper and twists to face her.

"No?" she giggles. And squeezes him again.

"Stop that!" He fumbles at her fingers, trying to pry them off his sides.

Instead Charlie swaps her hands, wrapping her fingers around his waist with both thumbs resting lightly on his stomach... and begins digging them right under his lower ribs.

That finally does it. He flinches back with a little snort, followed by soft but utterly helpless giggles pressed shyly into his hands.

"Awww!" Charlie coos.

"Keheh- f-fuckin'- heheh! - quiet!" His voice cracks amusingly on the last word.

There are about fifteen different things Charlie is dying to say as Alastor goes to pieces with laughter, but she can't think of anything that wouldn't risk embarrassing the poor guy - and humiliating him is the last thing she wants to do. The fact that Alastor hasn't instantly dissolved into shadows (or cursed her across the room) hasn't been lost on the princess; she is NOT about to jeopardize this moment by making him uncomfortable enough to do so.

That said, she is conducting an interrogation here.

"What was that about not being ticklish?"

His clutching at her wrists becomes more frantic. "Don't-!"

Alastor hyperventilates a couple times, trying to get ahold of himself - but then she continues squeezing down the sides of his belly, and he can only collapse into even worse laughter.

"I think I know just how to get you to talk..."

"Nohoho- ahagh, Charlie! Shihihit!"

Charlie shifts onto her knees for better leverage, gives him a gentle push backward, and pins him (surprisingly easily) against the couch. Her snaggle-toothed grin looms over him...

For a split-second, Alastor gets a flash of what his victims must've seen moments before they debuted on his show.

But he's pretty sure this isn't quite how they felt about it. He's already shaking with anticipatory giggles, grinning back at her wider than ever. And the giddy panic behind his eyes quickly forms an unlikely union with defiance.

"Do your worst, my dear."

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To be continued... pt. II is already in the works, so stay tuned!!

Until next time - hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕

💜 - Cozy

#lee!alastor #ticklish!alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel tickles #oh deer he's ticklish #ler!charlie #hazbin hotel tickling #ticklefic #tickle fic #tickle headcanons #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel spoilers

[booz-lose]

Giggles Unearthed

Hey! This is my first fanfic! I'm super sorry if it's really bad... please, if you want, give me any suggestions or ideas on how to become better at writing, thank you!! I also apologize for being bad at coming up with story titles.😅

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Author's note: This is a ticklefic! If you are not interested in this, please scroll. | This is kind of an Alastor and Angel Dust friendship, then leans into a Huskerdust story...

Summary: Angel Dust can't shake off the urge to touch Alastor's ears, not realizing just how ticklish they really are.

Characters: Alastor, Angel Dust, and Husk.

Words: 1,136

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Angel and Alastor have been lounging on the sofa for some time. Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer stepped out, Husk's at his usual spot at the bar, and Niffty's off battling dust and bugs. Angel's gaze fixed on Al for a solid three minutes.

"Y'know, it's very rude to stare, Angel." Alastor looked at Angel with a big grin on his face.

"Well, I guess I'm pretty fucking rude then," Angel joked, shrugging nonchalantly. After a brief pause, Angel asked, "Could I pretty please tou-" Alastor swiftly interrupted, "Nope."

"Pleeease, just a quick touch! They seem so fluffy!" With no response from Alastor, Angel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a huff.

"5 seconds." Alastor suddenly said.

"REALLY?!" Angel couldn't hide his excitement. He scooted closer, and as Alastor tilted his head down, Angel used his top hands to softly pet Al's ears, making them twitch from the sudden sensation.

"Ah!" The Deer Demon let out a little squeak, and Angel yanked his hands back. "My bad! Did I hurt ya?" Angel checked in. He usually wasn't intimidated by Al, but he sure didn't want to cause any harm... it's unpredictable. "No, my dear. I'm all good! No worries." Alastor grinned wide as ever, and Angel continued to gently stroke on Al's ears.

"You have three seconds." He added. As Angel gently touches his ears, Alastor is doing his utmost to hold back the chuckles that threaten to escape. His ears wouldn't stop twitching and radio static filled the room.

Angel paused, breaking into a big grin. "Ohh,~ are the Radio Demon's ears... ticklish?" Alastor straightened up, causing Angel's hands to slide off his head.

"Your time is up." Is all he said in response. Angel teased, "I didn't hear a noo...~" Alastor grew tense, "I don't know what you're talking about, Dear. A powerful demon like me doesn't have any weaknesses." He said confidently.

"We'll see about that..." Angel said quietly, then stood up to walk over to Husk. "Hey there, Whiskers~"

"Hey, Legs. How's it goin'?" Without waiting for a request, he quickly fixes Angel a drink. Their friendship has grown stronger since the last extermination... though, there has been some tension between them lately.

"When's the last time you heard Mr. Creepy Voice genuinely laugh?" Angel gestures towards Alastor, who's oblivious to him and Husk. "Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard him laugh if I'm honest," Husk pondered. Angel glanced at Alastor, then turned his gaze back to Husk, "I might have just the trick to get him howling with laughter," he said with a playful tone. "Oh really, and how is that?" Angel didn't answer, but just got up and slowly moved closer to Alastor.

In that moment, Angel launched himself on Alastor. Both of them were now laying on the couch, Angel on top of Al. His extra arms were perfect for the task; his lower ones encircled Alastor, trapping his arms by his sides, while his upper hands playfully danced on Al's ears. Alastor exclaimed in surprise, "Gah! Angel, what are you doing my dear?" as he tried to wriggle free, a rare chuckle escaping him despite his efforts to stay composed.

"I'm proving you wrong!" Angel grunted, trying to keep Alastor in place. With a mischievous grin, he playfully tickled Al's ears. "Come on, deer, you know you can't resist a good laugh!" He teased, waiting for Alastor's reaction. He made an effort to free his arms, but even for a powerful Overlord like him, he couldn't manage to escape Angel Dust's grip.

"A-Angel... whaaht are you dohohoing!? Get off ohoof meheheh!!" Alastor's ears fluttered as he couldn't help but giggle, the sound of radio static mingling with his laughter.

"Ohoho! Looks like someone's ticklish!~" Angel teased. His fingers reached the base of Al's ears, causing him to jolt and let out a giggle.

"AhahAngel, I am gohohohing to kihihihill you!" Alastor threatened- or.. at least tried to. Angel wasn't thinking about the future consequences; he was just reveling in the fun of the moment!

"Oh, really now, Creepy Voice?" Angel playfully taunted, his fingers dancing around Alastor's ears, eliciting a contagious fit of laughter. "N.. Nohohoh mohohohre!! plehesse!!"

"Oh, so now the big, bad, powerful Radio Demon is begging? How absolutely adorable!" Angel couldn't help but tease. This was such a rare sight.

"Stohohohp! N-No mohohore!! Hahahahah!!!" Alastor shakes his head, trying to get Angel's hands off of him. Suddenly, he loses his balance and tumbles off the couch, still caught in a small giggle fit. "Y-you bihihihtch!" he manages to say between laughs.

"Ha! To see you like this, all vulnerable and powerless. Who would've guessed someone as formidable as you could look so defenseless?" Angel taunted. But as he turned around to head back to Husk, he felt sharp fingers suddenly wrap around his shoulders.

"Nah-ah-ah! You can't just dish it out and not expect to pay the price! It doesn't work like that, Sweetheart." Alastor said while still giggling a little. A chill ran down Angel's spine. He glanced at Husk, who just offered a faint smile and a nonchalant shrug before he began to walk over to Angel.

"Husk? W-what are you doing, Whiskers?" He sounded nervous... "Oh, nothin'." He had this huge grin on his face, like he couldn't contain his excitement. Alastor used his tentacles to grab ahold of both sets of Angel's arms and held them high above his head.

"No! Wait! Al, I'm sorry!" Angel spoke quickly. Alastor's grin grew wider. "Ahh, look who's all defenseless now.~" Alastor gave back Angel's "teasing" manner. "Oh, you're a real comedian," Angel deadpanned.

"You don't appear to find this amusing, do you?" Alastor smiled, "allow me to assist you, my friend." Suddenly, two furry paws started to squeeze Angel's sides.

Angel immediately burst into a fit of laughter. "Wh-whahahait, Whihihiskers, whahaat are you dohohoing!?" Alastor held Angel’s arms aloft, immobilizing them, as Husk dug his claws deep into Angel's sides.

"Nohohoh!! Husky, plehehease!!" Angel's voice was a mix of laughter and mock desperation as he tried to squirm out of Alastor's grip. But no matter how much he wriggled and twisted, Alastor's grip was unyielding.

"A little late for that, Legs." Husk smiled and moved his paws to Angel's under arms. Alastor remains to just stand there, smiling as the two lovebirds giggle with each other. Angel unexpectedly found himself released and shoved onto Husk, both tumbling to the ground with Angel landing on top.

"Whoa, I am so sorry," Angel said, attempting to stand, but Husk tugged at his arm, urging him to remain close. "Stay here for a while," Husk suggested, grinning. A rosy blush spread across Angel's face. Alastor chuckled and melted away somewhere, leaving the would-be couple to doze off on the floor in each other's company.

The End.

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#alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #tickle fic #lee!alastor #lee!angeldust #ler!alastor #ler!angeldust #ler!husk #huskerdust #radiodust #cute #helluva boss

[hazbin-hotlee37]

Lee alastor ler vox mabye?

Any scenario, up to you 🤭

Hmmm, I would love to do Radiostatic... But- I know how much you heathens prefer RadioSilence... So. Enemies it is

Weaknesses

Lee!Alastor, Ler!Vox

Well shit... To say things escalated quickly was an understatement. The two barely glanced at eachither before the chaos broke out.

Alastor was in the V tower now, fighting with his nemesis. Vox had surprisingly gotten way better at fighting... (Probably because he watched the fight...)

"I must say, old friend, you're not as pathetic as you used to be!" The radio demon says with his signature perma-grin. He was actually kind of tired...

"The only pathetic thing here is you! You've gotten slow, old man" The media demon says with a smirk as he managed to knock Alastors microphone across the room and pin the radio demon down.

"Fuck-"

"Not gonna lie... Never thought I'd get this far-" Vox says as he uses his cables to tie down Alastor. His hands accidentally brushing against the Deers side and he froze as he watched the demon tense and flinch.

"Why are you looking at me like that-? DON'T-" The demon squealed when he felt his enemy squeeze his sides.

"No fucking shot! You're ticklish, Al? Holy shit, this is good!" The media demon says with a smile as he attacks the deers sides and tummy.

"Nahahaha! Cease thihis ahat ohohonce! Ohor Ihill-"

"You'll what? Giggle? Squeal and laugh yourself silly?~ Yeah, you're not so scary like this, pal, hat to tell ya"

Vox moved his hands up to attack Alastors ribs, which caused the deer demon to suddenly bleat out like a fawn, which made Vox stop in surprise.

"Ho-ly SHIT! That was fucking adorable! I didn't think I'd ever say that about you but it's true!"

"Shuhut ihit..."

"Hmm, nah. I wanna hear that again!"

Vox continued his attack, tickling anywhere and everywhere he could and damn was he enjoying this! He made one of the most powerful overlord become a weak giggly mess under his hands... And it was really cute.

Eventually, Vox decided to have mercy. He may hate this guy, but he has some morals. He stood up and watched the radio demon melt into a puddle of breathy giggles.

But all too soon, Vox felt the tendrils wrap around his wrists and ankles. He squeaked as he was lifted into the air, looking down at the angry and mischievous Alastor, who was ready for revenge.

"Oh, shit-.."

"Oh, shit, indeed, old pal~"

Let's just say... The sound of laughter did not end for a good while that day.

#hazbin hotel tickle #ler!vox #lee!alastor #radiostatic #kinda #radio silence #i guess #idk..

[amazingmsme]

This is for basically whatever hatcherfield/spies are forever characters you wanna write for!

How do you think they would react in those few seconds when they know theyre about to be tickled

Got a lot of characters to talk about so buckle up!

Curt: giggles & backs away & tries to talk himself out of it but he just digs his grave deeper

Owen: has this cute lil nervous smirk, eyes darting to every possible exit as he tries to come up with an escape plan but by then it’s too late

Tatiana: straight up deer in the headlights, spitting out threats til the last second

Now onto Hatchetfield! (Under the cut cause this got long)

Paul: his eyes get as wide as saucers & he holds his hands out in front of him while backing away & tries to change the subject

Emma: slowly backs away & threatens you, but she’s smiling the whole time

Bill: curls in on himself with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen & chuckles nervously (YES there’s a difference between chuckles & giggles)

Charlotte: bites her lip to hide her smile & tries to act like she doesn’t want you to tickle her she is a bad actor

Ted: lips twitch in a nervous smirk & he holds a hand out to keep out at bay but when he realizes you’re actually set on tickling him he gets this adorable “oh shit” look & books it

Tom: doesn’t actually believe you’re gonna tickle him so he just stands there all smug, but the realization slowly dawns on him & by the time he turns to run it’s too late

Becky: is all giggles & gets really jumpy & runs away so you’ll chase her, stops to make sure she’s being followed & does the cat & mouse thing where you keep a piece of furniture between you & mirrors your movements to stay away until she lets herself get caught

Linda: scoffs & makes vague “do you KNOW who I AM” threats & her voice gets higher pitched the closer you get

Alice: clams up & just STARES at you hoping T-Rex logic will work here & if she just doesn’t move she’ll be ok

Deb: panics & tries to tickle you first (is easily caught by the wrist & taught a lesson)

Peter: tucks his arms close to his sides & curls in on himself, giggling the whole time & trying to talk himself out of it

Steph: backs away with a huge smile, anxiously looking away & back at you

Richie: rambles on about how this is a bad idea, he’s totally gonna hurt you if you even try! Seriously don’t even think about it!

Ruth: starts stuttering & backing away, looking everywhere for an exit while having an internal battle about whether or not she should just let it happen because then at least someone would actually touch her but by the time she decides it might not be worth it, her fate is sealed

Grace: insists she isn’t ticklish as you slowly get closer & her voice gets higher pitched & more frantic as she realizes you really don’t believe her

Max: has this goofy ass dopey grin & laughs like “go ahead, try it & see what happens” partly because he really thinks he’s that invincible & partly because he really does want to see what happens!

#asks #anon ask #saf headcanons #spies are forever headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #tgwdlm headcanons #black friday headcanons #npmd headcanons #spies are forever #saf #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #npmd

[wreckingtickles]

Kaminari & Mx Rake (NSFW)

In which Kaminari learns that electricity and water don't mix.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 4,274

Water slides. From that singular observation, Kaminari’s short-circuited brain began reconstructing its usual patterns. That thing is a water slide. And so is that one. When did I last go to a water park? Summer, was Kiri there? And Kyoka? That’s a very small water slide. It’s not a real one. It’s a model. So many water slide models. Functioning, with water running down them. Why are there so many water slide models in this room?

Why I am in this room?

The ceiling and walls alike were draped in darkness, so Kaminari had no idea how large the room actually was. He could only make out the gray floor, concrete-like, and dozens, if not hundreds of colorful water slide models of different sizes and shapes. All of them poured water directly onto the ground.

But far more alarming was the fact that he was fully restrained, wearing aught safe for a pair of bright yellow boxers and white ankle socks. He was lying on his back on some padded apparatus, his legs raised vertically and his knees bent so his shins were parallel to his torso, if at a higher elevation. His ankles were enclosed in two padded metal rings topping spikes firmly planted into the ground. Similar tools held his biceps and wrists, which were bent so they were just above his head, and connected to a metal ring around his forehead that prevented him from lifting his head. Two leather straps secured to his inner thighs prevented him from bucking or sliding up and down the padded device he was lying on.

The moment he realized he was restrained, the gale of memories came rushing back, and he remembered the horrid tickling he’d experienced earlier. He started struggling against his binds with no second thoughts. He had a slimmer build than many of his more muscular classmates – Greek god Kirishima, V-shaped Bakugo, stocky Midoriya, broad-chested Ojiro – but he was no less toned, with slightly broader shoulders than swimmer-bodied Todoroki, though that still failed to score him babes. In fact, his classmates had all grown quite fed up with him constantly flashing his abs to impress the girls, which was how the latter found out his abdominal muscle was off-the-charts ticklish.

And as his lean muscles bulged fruitlessly, he heard a splash. He froze in terror, and between his raised thighs he saw a tall shadow standing mere inches away from the lower half of his body. The shadow leaned down, bringing into view a mask that was like a massive deer skull, massive antlers sprouting from its top.

“Calm yourself, Yellow. None shall hurt thee,” both threatened and promised a deep, echoing voice.

“Don’t tickle me. Please, mister, don’t tickle me anymore!”

“Mixter. I am called Mx Rake.”

“Mixter Rake, please, sire, please please please, let me go, don’t tickle me, I can’t stand it, I’ll die, please!”

“Thou shan’t perish. Thou shan’t even be hurt. The plain crown thou wearest shan’t allow thee to fulminate thine brain.”

“Please no, please… What?”

“The thing around your head won’t let you short-circuit yourself, you dumbass!” snapped Mx Rake.

That was very bad, actually. It meant Kaminari would be fully conscious through his torture. He resumed mewling with even more fervor. “Please please don’t tickle me, I’ll do anything!!!”

“Anything?” enquired the voice pensively.

“Yes, anything!” Kaminari would have nodded furiously if his restraint allowed it.

“Wouldst thou lend thy services in titillating thine friends till they lost consciousness?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Kaminari, starting enthusiastically, then doubt creeping in the last letter.

“Who wouldst thou torment? Red?”

“No, Kirishima’s my friend! Granted, he might enjoy it…”

“Orange?”

“Oh god no, he’d kill me!”

“Green? Gray? Pink?”

Denki stayed silent and gulped. None of them deserved it.

“Mayhaps White? Or Black?”

Kaminari really didn’t know Inasa and Shindo well enough to feel much sympathy for their current predicament… or so he thought before they were offered up as alternative victims. What kind of hero would accept that offer?

“No. I won’t do it. Do your worst,” he forced himself to say with as resolute a face he could put on.

“I am pleased. Forsooth, your agreeance would not have spared thee mine fingers,” uttered the shadow, two long arms protruding from its dark form, massive hands tipped by metal claws.

Denki went pale. “No no no, I changed my mind, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“Too late,” proclaimed the figure as the hands retracted… and all 10 claws immediately got to work scratching at the bottom of Kaminari’s socked soles.

Kaminari instantly burst into laughter. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHHEHEERE!!!”

“Wouldst thou favor a different target?” teased the shadow, fully aware that Kaminari was in no condition to understand irony.

“HAHAHAGAHAHAHH HAHAHA HAHAHHA AHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!”

Denki’s classmates had noted how he’d always scream at the top of his lungs when he was tickled. It didn’t matter where or how, if it tickled even a little bit, Denki was out. It was like he was fully unable to rein in his response, even when the tickling wasn’t as bad… and from what he remembered, the metal claws raking at his arches weren’t even half as bad as what his abs had experienced prior to his last short-circuit.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA IHIHIT TIIIICKLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSS!!” he shouted as Mx Rake focused on his arches more, which he’d found to be more sensitive than the balls of his feet and his heels, scratching down repeatedly and giving extra love to Denki’s instep.

“To what extent does it ‘tickle’? Answer me.”

“HAHHAHAHAHAHAA! TOOMUAHHAHAHAHAHACH! HAHHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA GHAGHAGHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!”

“Answer me, or thou shalt be tickled forevermore.”

“A THOHAHAHAHHAHA! A THAHAHAHAHAHOUSAHAHAHAHND!!! TEHEHEN THOHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!! ONE MIHIHIHLLLLIOHOHHOHOHNNN!” Denki tried to answer mid-hysterics.

“Comprised between 1 and 10, the number of the claws currently scratching under your wiggling toes.”

“HAHHAAHHAAH TEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!! TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAH TEHEHEHEHEEHN TEHEHEHEN!!”

“It does not, Yellow. I know it,” replied the shadow matter-of-factly as the metal claws raked at the white cotton. Denki could curl his feet and even wiggle them from side to side, but Mx Rake didn’t mind. They weren’t his primary target; and once he’d start really being mean, restraints wouldn’t matter, he’d been assured.

Short on stamina as he was, Denki’s struggling became weaker, though no less desperate, same as his laughter: as Mx Rake had been informed, that confirmed that his feet weren’t even that ticklish.

Even so Denki screamed “NIIHIHIHHIIHIHIIHHINE! NIHIHHHIHAHHAAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH NINIHIHAHHAHAHANINE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

The shadow didn’t relent. “Dost thou seek to deceive me, child?”

“NO NONO HAHAH NOHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NAOAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Not even Denki knew if he was answering Mx Rake’s question. “EHEHEHEHEIGHT!! HAHAHAH HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIGHHIHIHIHIHIHI!!”

“Such underhanded machinations warrant more torment,” proclaimed the shadow’s rumbling voice, thundering even above Denki’s crazed laughter, immediately before he went back to scratching at Denki’s insteps, causing his tortured vowels to stretch even longer.

“GHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! SEHEHEHEHEHEVEEHEHHEHHHE!!! SEHEHEHEHHEEHVEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

“Thou needst to speak clearly, Yellow.”

No. Not these stupid games. He hated the, hated being teased about his ticklishness, but even more, he loathed being asked to do something while being tickled, because he simply couldn’t. And yet… he’d got enough training from Bakugo and Kirishima that he managed to eke out a “HAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAH! SEHEHEHEHEHEHEVHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAH! SEHEVEN! SEVEHEN!!!!”

Surprised, Mx Rake actually paused, and Denki never thought he’d find himself being grateful for the tickling his two sadistic friends put him through on a semi-regular basis.

“That is correct,” confirmed the shadow, though that didn’t sound at all right to Denki. With a flash of fire and Sulphur, a partially unrolled scroll appeared in Mx Rake’s large, clawed hand. “I hold thine ‘Tickle Chart’, Yellow. Your feet rank a 7. Only thine armpits and chest art less sensitive. Thou art a ticklish one, verily.”

Normally Kaminari would have flushed with embarrassment, but now he was groing even paler. Because that wasn’t just information, it was a threat. Or worse yet, a promise.

“No more, please I--"

“Silence!” command Mx Rake, his clawtips making contact with the cotton again. Denki whimpered and complied.

“Thine luck is bountiful, Yellow, for my targets art few,” proclaimed the shadow, and Denki almost dared to be relieved. “Where thine good fortune be deficient, however…” Mx Rake began as his arm stretched several meters to grab at the closest water slide model. He lifted it over Denki’s right foot, letting the water it spontaneously produced run down the cotton of his sock. “…is thine own power.”

Denki didn’t understand, but he kept his mouth obediently shut. The water was almost soothing, washing out the lingering phantom tickles and cooling down a body part that had got far too much heat.

When his right foot was thoroughly drenched, Mx Rake tipped the water slide so it’d do the same to the left. The fabric grew more tight-fitting, though Kaminari knew from first-hand experience that being tickled on his bare feet would have been worse… especially with those hellish metal claws, and that was before his own damned Quirk reacted to it!

When Mx Rake laid the water slide back on its pedestal, Denki’s nerves got the best of him. “What are you going to do?”

“Demonstrate,” replied the shadow, and suddenly, all ten claws were back to work ruining Kaminari’s life, scratching at the damp cotton that had taken a pink hue.

“GHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH ANANANANANANAHAHAHAH!!!! NAHAHAAHAHHAHA AHAHAHAHANOHOHAHAHAT AGAAHAHAHAHAHAINN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!!”

Denki’s laughter came back full-force… and it would stay much, much longer. For where Mx Rake was still somewhat exploring before, he was now honing in on the most ticklish pots on Denki’s soles, meaning his arches and, especially, his insteps bore the brunt of his fury. The shadow only ever targeted his heels, or the balls of his foot, or his toes when he sensed that Kaminari was getting too accustomed to that targeted torment, and would switch back as soon as the sensations were fresh once more.

Denki laughed, screamed, begged, promised as the minutes tickled by, but Mx Rake took his loquaciousness to mean that he was nowhere near his true breaking point. So he kept tickling, raking, scratching, until…

Clck. Zzap! Zzap!

Sparks began arcing off Kaminari’s drenched socks, crackling as the metal fingers made contact… and Kaminari experienced a completely new sensation: every single micron of his feet being poke-tickled at once. His laughter, which had been diminishing, skyrocketed. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HAHAHA HAHAHHA HAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

His Quirk was tickling him. But not just focusing on the same spots as the metal claws like before, no. It was wreaking havoc over his entire sole.

Water. That was what the water was for. It was conducting his electricity, and tickling the hell out of him as it did. It was almost like being bombarded with insanely ticklish vibrations, but that wasn’t quite it, because the sensation was much more uneven than that; and through it, he could still distinctly make out the metal claws, like ten dazzling lines in a luminous sky.

Even so, he missed them retracting several minutes after the thunderstorm began, because even when Mx Rake stopped tickling him, his own sparks didn’t, ensuring his soles would remain shrouded in a ticklish cloud that fully dispersed about a minute afterwards – which was experienced as much longer by Denki himself.

Overdramatic as always, he was left panting and whimpering as ticklish tears rolled down the sides of his head and along the peaks and valleys of his ears. His neck cramped from the effort to raise his head so he could get a better look at what Mx Rake was doing to his feet, but his restraints ensured that his feet would be at the very bottom edge of his vision, taunting him.

Suddenly, one of the water slide models was hovering right above his face.

“Drink,” commanded the shadow before water flowed the model into Denki’s parched mouth. “Thou art parched, art thou not?” he asked and, without allowing Denki to answer, he positioned the model on a pedestal right next to the electric blond; in fact, the shadow hadn’t remained idle while Kaminari was busy tickling himself, as all the models were now looming much closer to him on their pedestals, pouring water to the sides.

Mx Rake snapped his fingers, and all the water slides rotated, pouring water directly on Denki’s body, cooling him off and drenching him from the shoulders down.

“Thanks,” uttered Denki before he could stop himself. With all that thrashing and screaming, he had worked up quite a sweat. Granted, the feeling of the drenched underwear clinging to his most private parts wasn’t altogether pleasant, especially as they made his barely concealed form even less obscure…

“Hast thou not comprehended yet?” asked the shadow, and though his deer-skull could not smile, Denki recognized his bemused tone. That’s when it dawned on him.

The shadow relished in the horror that showed on his face. “Endeavour to restrain your power, should thou wish to forestall utter torment.”

“No, no wait, you can’t--!” started Kaminari before being abruptly cut off by all ten metal claws landing on his outstretched, vulnerable, terribly ticklish abs. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HAHAHA HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH AHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHA AHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Though even louder, Denki’s laughter was, perhaps surprisingly, lower-pitched: that was because all performative agony was gone. What Kaminari was feeling was genuine, unadulterated ticklish agony, and the laughter bursting forth nothing other than the sound of a ticklishness 10 spot being exploited by capable, metal-tipped fingers.

The hands were so large and the fingers so long that they could cover the whole expanse of Denki’s stomach with ease, from the waistband of his soaked underwear to his sternum, side-to-side; and what was even worse, each of them could move independently from the others, so one thumb was circling and dipping into his bellybutton while three other fingers raked at his lowest set of abs, just above his waist, while other fingers still ran up and down his lats and along the bottom of his ribcage.

It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. Only that time Sero had taped him to the common room floor and all their classmates had ganged up on him with rubber gloves compared, and barely. they had been vicious, but not many had been this skilled, this precise. And somehow, throughout it all, he was supposed to hold off his Quirk?!

The scratching got faster, even faster, and Denki dipped into silent laughter, and somehow he knew it hadn’t even been 10 seconds, so he forced himself to laugh himself crazy again, because even that tiny bit of release helped him fend off the spontaneous manifestations of his own Quirk, the weapon that the metal claws and water would turn on him…

“……………………………………………..HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

It was thanks to all that hostage training, controlling his Quirk so he wouldn’t harm the pretend-civilians, that he’d been able to hold out that long, when normally his shocks would have freed him from the hands of any sadistic classmate. The effort was superhuman…

As he kept raking at his taut belly, drawing the outline of each muscle, savoring the vibrating mirth, Mx Rake leaned down, his deer-skull mask an inch from Kaminari’s mirth-filled eyes, and he proclaimed “20 seconds have passed. 20 minutes still.”

Two things happened almost simultaneously. First, sparks began to trickle out of Denki’s skin, attracted by the metal fingers, and making the tickling that much more unbearable; and since Denki was already at his breaking point, that extra dose of torture tipped him over the edge, and he short-circuited: the whole room was lit by a flash as thunder crackled…

But he didn’t derp out: the circlet holding down his head sent the electricity back down his body, and a massive surge of ticklishness enveloped him from the neck down.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHA……………………………… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH AHHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

What came out of him could barely be called laughter, it was mirth-filled shrieking. His everything tickled: his feet, knees – god, his knees – thighs, torso, even the underwear-clad portion, everything was subjected to agonizing ticklish vibrations, pure and unfiltered. And even through all that, he could feel the claws trace their horrid patterns on the sensitive skin of his stomach.

Mx Rake made sure to make every single promised second the absolute worst it could be, the ever-changing patterns on Kaminari’s abs never allowing themselves to falter below the cloud of sensation that his own Quirk was inflicting on him, and kept inflicting on him for a solid few minutes after the promised time elapsed.

As soon as Kaminari was able to feel surprise again, he marveled that he made it through without passing out, since being tickled for that long and that hard without short-circuiting was uncharted territory for him. There be monsters.

But the second surprise was unveiled to him by the shadow’s tilted head, as Kaminari realized that among all the soreness of his thrashing, there was unexpected tension.

Kaminari was hard. Not a half-assed boner, he was fully erect in his soaked, still crackling underwear, or he would have been if the yellow fabric allowed him to grow to his full length – average, maybe even slightly above average, though he felt small.

He instantly knew what happened. That fucking water. His nipples weren’t ticklish, though his groin was a bit, but the continuous discharge had had a secondary effect on those areas, one that he hadn’t been able to focus on while every strand of laughter was pulled out of him.

“A surprise, to be sure. Yet a welcome one,” muses Mx Rake, his massive palms resting on the inner side of each of Denki’s thighs.

“It’s!! It’s not my fault, the electricity--!!” protested Denki, but the shadow’s imperious palm silenced him.

“Wishest thou for deliverance?” ask the hollow eyes. Kaminari doesn’t understand the literal meaning of those words, but the amused tone is eloquent enough.

Kaminari mouths unintelligible words before a timid “N-No!” He’d always had to take care of his own arousal. Well, there was that one time where he was so desperate he almost asked Kirishima to help him out, he knew his friend wouldn’t judge him… but he certainly wasn’t going to say yes to some shadow demon or whatever hell-bent on tickling him!

Mx Rake nodded, and two water slides swiveled, drenching Denki’s chest, each stream aimed directly at one nipple.

“I shall bide my time, then. A thousand rotations, I would say.”

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“GGGGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! OKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAHAHAHHAHAKOKHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!” desperately pleaded Kaminari as 4 fingers completed their thousandth rotation along his lower belly, while the other 6 glided clockwise along the edge of his ribcage, which he’d painfully learned was the most sensitive spot on his extremely ticklish midsection.

Throughout the rotations, the water slides had kept pouring water on his nipples, which crackled with electricity. Kaminari wasn’t normally ticklish there, and the light tickles he felt were perfectly negligible compared to the electric hell that were his abs, with the metal claws acting as lighting rods that further enhanced his torment… but another part of him was responding very strongly to the attention to his erect nubs, soaking his damp underwear with pre-cum.

But even stronger than the endlessly frustrated arousal was the need for those damn claws to leave his horribly sensitive abs alone. He’d come to regret every single crunch he’d done.

“HHAGHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!! DEHEHEHELIVER DEHEHEHEHELIVEROOOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!”

The clawtips stopped for a moment, though the electricity kept crackling.

“A thousand more rotations.”

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Kaminari had never been that exhausted, sweaty, or horny. In fact, he was convinced the arousal built by the relentless nipple stimulation was the only thing keeping him awake. That and the discomfort of the damp underwear constraining his erection.

“Wilst thou embrace deliverance?” thundered the echoing voice.

Denki tried to nod, too tired and raspy to answer, but the circlet prevented it. So, eyes closed, he simply mouthed his answer.

A splash of cold water on his nether regions revitalized him, the slight pressure more than enough to wreak havoc on his excited system.

But his eyes opened when he felt the claws on his abs once again.

“No, please…!” he whimpered as the claws glided ever so lightly, ever so slowly up and down his ticklish flesh.

“I have paid the toll. I am owned my time in full,” lashed the shadow, but his touch remained gentle. It wasn’t pleasant by any definition, except it wasn’t anywhere near as torturous as before, but it forced Denki to maintain a steady stream of giggling, on the very cusp of laughter but without getting enough stimulation to be allowed that release.

It didn’t take long for Denki’s Quirk to manifest again, and he gasped when the tickling intensified and the vibrations spread to his groin.

“Oh. Oh… ohohahaha oh! Ohhahaha oh! Oh! Oh!”

Even as it was indirectly fueling his arousal, the tickling was also distracting Kaminari from it. Those claws, those damned claws…

But the electricity around his cock felt so good, like a vibrating sleeve, that he didn’t know what to beg for. He kept moaning and chuckling for what to him was an unbearably long time, but was really probably less than a minute, until…

“Ohoho ha haha oh! Oh! O—Ooooooooooohnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh! OH! OH! OH! OH!!!” he cried as he spurted in his underwear, the pressure being far too much, and for those massive seconds, the claws almost felt pleasant on his skin…

And as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him, Denki passed out.

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When Kaminari opened his eyes again, he was lying face-down on the wet floor, elbows propped up, belly adhering to the cold surface, and his cock… wait, his cock was dangling through it?! Like in some sort of hole filled with liquid. Why was he naked?!

He was secured to the ground through his forearms, waist, thighs, and ankles, so he looked like his plank position crumbled and he’d remained stuck there.

He looked around. No water slides. No shadow. Nothing. He’s alone. Or so he thought until he glanced down and saw a deer skull looking back at him from below the surface. The antlers pierced the water, rising up from the ground, the head, until it was level with Kaminari’s.

“Please. Let me go,” begged the blond, though he already knew he wasn’t getting any mercy.

“I have paid the toll. Thine vanishing spells shan’t keep thee from what I’m owed.”

And the cold touch of the metal claws makes itself known once more, dragging up and Kaminari’s exposed buttocks.

“Oh no come on no no, nohot there!”

“It shan’t be there,” Mx Rake responds, oozing mischief. The claws trail down Kaminari’s legs…

“Oh no wait wahahait!!” Kaminari panics as they glide down his kneepit, stopping at the top of his shin muscle.

“I have stopped.”

“Nonononono, keep goihing!!! Tickle my feet, my, my armpits, my thighs, my belly – no wait, not my belly--”

“Thou hidest more than one ten,” remarks Mx Rake, and he reverses course, dragging the claws up Denki’s kneepits, then down again…

“NonoNOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

All control lost right away, sparks immediately fly off Denki’s buttocks, traveling along the water’s edge so they crackle against his balls, waist, and much more tragically, his abs; and down into the water, enveloping his entire flaccid length.

“GOOOOOHAHAHAHAAHAD!!! HAHAHA HHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!”

Thus begins a new cycle where Mx Rake gently glides his claws up and down Denki’s kneepits, often lingering just beneath it, in the interstice between the two muscles, which is just as sensitive, just as torturous as his abs; and as Kaminari laughs his head off, sparks fly, stimulating Denki’s abs again, as well as his scrotum and his entire length, soon growing into an erection, which makes it even more sensitive.

The ticklish agony slows it down, but the arousal keeps building up, up, a two-steps-forward-one-step-back proposition between the two contrasting pulls that keep Denki on the edge for way, way, way longer than he’s ever experienced – then again, he’s never been tickled that hard or that long either…

Until the pressure is too much, and Mx Rake hears his voice cut off abruptly. He doesn’t need to see the blond’s slack jaw or his unfocused pupils to know what’s going on, he simply continues wreaking havoc on those kneepits and shins, so Denki’s Quirk will continue to torment his abs and cock… allowing him to discover just how much more ticklish one gets after an orgasm, especially on their cock.

Denki screams, laughs, coughs, wheezes, hiccups, but the shadow doesn’t stop for one moment, and neither do the sparks. And when Denki feels himself growing hard again, having learned what will be in store for him once he cums, he begs Mx Rake not to let him cum, which is tantamount to pleading with him to stop with twice as much emphasis, so it’s all wasted effort.

Kaminari peaks again, and again, and again; all struggling, laughter and even pleasure steadily leaving him, but still, Mx Rake doesn’t stop; when he knows his time is almost up, he sets up one of his trusted water slide models so the water will run down Denki’s back and into his buttcrack, gifting him a more powerful and ticklish orgasm that rouses him from his near stupor, before he passes out once again.

When the Interdimensional Auctioneer appeared to set Denki free and return him to his world, he notices that Mx Rake still has a little time left.

The shadow’s voice betrays a smile. “I am satisfied. Keep the change. Mayhaps I shall reclaim those remaining few minutes in the future.”

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[azulejo178]

Smile dear!

This fanfic takes place after the events of chapter 7 of hazbin hotel

Warnings: this is a tickle fanfic, if you don't like it keep scrolling.

I'm sorry if it's very short, I've been busy with exams. When I finish taking them, I'll try to upload content more often. You can leave me ideas in the comments. I hope you enjoy it. ♡

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- "What's got you all worked up, dear? Is there more on your mind than just angels?" Rosie asked, concerned.

- "What do you do when someone you love lies to you about who they are?" Charlie replied.

- "Romance is my specialty, come on, give me the details."

- "My girlfriend is an exorcist angel and she was never able to tell me."

- "Damn, what a secret. How does that make you feel?"

- "Um, I feel angry. I thought we shared everything."

- "And she always supports me in my ideas and... and now... I don't know if all of that was true or a lie... that thought is horrible. Do I really think like this? Yes, no... maybe?"

- "But do you love this girl?"

- "Um, I don't know... yes."

- "And have you ever doubted that she feels the same way?"

*Charlie shook his head no.

- "So what's the problem?" Rosie asked.

- "That she was part of those people who have caused us so much trouble."

- "But... doesn't your silly hotel try to redeem people?"

- "Yes..."

- "Maybe that girl is also seeking redemption."

- "No, because she knows better than anyone that I believe in second chances, why hide it from me?"

- "Because it's hard to admit things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love. She messed up, of course, she's not perfect, but dear, nobody here is. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that words are meaningless, but actions reflect the heart."

"Thank you, Rosie," Charlie said as he gave her a tight hug.

"Hey, I know what will cheer you up."

"What thing?"

"Something I haven't done to Alastor in a while." Charlie opened his mouth to speak but only giggles came out as Rosie began tickling his sides.

"Haha Rohosie."

"That's my name, dear," Rosie replied as she pinched his ribs.

"Noho-"

Charlie tried to escape the ticklish sensation by kicking Rosie with his legs.

"Oh no, you won't get away," said Rosie as she magically conjured some flowers to hold his hands.

"Much better," Rosie said as she went for his armpits.

Charlie burst into laughter.

"Look, it seems like I found your spot," Rosie said with a chuckle.

Charlie was a small and cute puddle of giggles. Although he had to admit that it felt good just to laugh and let go.

Years went by without her laughing like this. The whole issue of angels and extermination had her very overwhelmed. Rosie noticed that she didn't even make a real attempt to escape. In reality, being Lucifer's daughter, she was 100 times more powerful than Rosie, but still, she sank into the feeling without complaining and lost herself in her emotions.

When Rosie noticed that his laughter had stopped, she decided to stop and got up to bring him a glass of water.

"Do you feel better?" Rosie asked.

"Yes, thank you," Charlie said with a smile.

Rosie returned the smile.

"Hey dear, now let's go. We have to convince them. But before that, let's go visit a certain deer," said Rosie raising her voice slightly knowing that Alastor was behind the door and had heard everything and quickly went out to chase after him.

"Then the only thing that was heard were giggles and squeals throughout the room, the inhabitants of the cannibal city looked at each other with a smile, except for Susan, who thought to herself: Ash, how ridiculous, when will they tell us the news?"

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