#hazbin content blog

[angst-king]

Yo hazbin fandom, Luci lovers, i don't care what ship you do with him but please. I wanna see more of Luci being a lil maniac. Yes I love him being a soft duck loving, gentle father but also....We all know he's crazy in more ways than one, right? I'm not the only one who thinks Luci is a bit of a lunatic and is genuinely an absolute sadist. I'm sure Luci would look so good losing his shit and killing someone or tearing them apart with his bare hands. He's the king of hell for christ sake! (this is not a dig, believe me I love all the luci content whether its Lucililith, Lucidam, Radioapple/Radioking)

I just wanna see a lil more of Lucifer having 1: a back bone and 2: a lil more of a sadistic streak

[crispyliza]

It's a real struggle

[voxobsessed]

ART NOT MINE @Tentabills on Twitter

(CW THEY ARE A NSFW ACC)

[crooked-wasteland]

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[onesidedradiostatic]

continuation of my "alastor thinks asexual means asexual reproduction"

so I mixed up calling flowers asexual in my original post (although some plants can asexually reproduce), but the thing I was thinking about was them being unisexual and bisexual

and it just made me think

vox: I am bisexual alastor, in his head: is vox secretly a plant????????

putting it together he also has now come to the conclusion that rosie may think he is a plant too (she called him asexual once and he had to go through every organism in his head that can asexually reproduce)

he now thinks being a plant is just a metaphor for media/broadcast demons

and as I'm typing this it's getting even worse as I remember alastor says "now I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast" (<- I have no fucking clue what this implies in this plant context but it sounds like he's making fun of vox for being a flower without a style (vox: "SINCE WHEN DID I SAY I WAS A FLOWER!?!??!?"))

someone should just teach him what they actually mean before it gets worse.

[radio-writes]

Keep All Your Worries Aside

Alastor on his partner's birthday - Headcanons

Warnings: implied power imbalance, slight manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, fluff, self indulgent as hell

MDNI

Alastor used to adore birthdays when he was alive. It was the perfect time to get to know people; friends and targets alike.

He also got the chance to earn the person's favor, which was never a downside to him. He never knew when it would be useful to have those people on his side, after all.

Whenever he had partners in his lifetime, whether just for show or out of genuine care for their company, he spoiled the ever living heart out of them. Dinner, gifts, dancing, his absolute undivided attention—whatever they wanted and more he made sure to give it all to them.

It was unconsciously an addicting habit for him. He loved the way it made them so happy. How he knew he was the cause of their smiles and hence could just take it away any time he wanted to. How it made them so thankful to get to spend such a special time with him.

After he died, however, the excitement over birthdays was all but left behind in the mortal part of his existence.

Alastor didn't see the point of celebrating a birthday, specially when in Hell. After all, he was hard pressed to even find anyone that was happy about being born into this world, only to be stuck in such a miserable cesspool in the end.

And besides, not a lot of wandering souls even revealed that much of themselves anymore. Something as personal as a birthday was often kept a secret, in fear of it being used against them somehow.

Perhaps, sarcastically, he has brought up the idea here and there. If he knew it brought some sort of anguish or misery to some lowly sinner, why wouldn't he? 

But when it was his darling partner who just openly shared such information with him? Oh, he just couldn't help but to be interested.

Such a little act showed how much they trusted him, and he couldn't just let that go unpaid, could he? It would mean he would owe them, after all.

Alastor found that his old habits came back a lot faster than he expected them to. He found himself dragging his darling out all around the pentagram—whether they wanted to go or not—showing them off, showing them the sights, showing them a generally great time with his arm looped around theirs.

He bought every single thing they even glanced at, but he didn't dare burden their arms with holding it all. No, he had his shadow creatures trailing behind, carrying all his gifts for them.

Couldn't he just simply bring them into their room at the hotel? Of course! Easily so with a snap of his fingers. But that wouldn't be as fun as getting to show off just how well he could provide for his partner.

It's only when his dear finally asked him to ease up on the fanfare—they feared the trail of shadows would cause a traffic accident at this point—did Alastor finally stop and just transported their gifts to the hotel.

He took them out dancing, shopping, drinking. Always had a hand on them no matter what, to keep them close.

He found that old giddy feeling in his chest seeing his darling smile because of him—knowing he alone caused their happiness.

And when they thanked him at the end of it all? Said those oh so humble words

"I have no idea how to repay you for all of this."

Well, no one could blame him when his grin stretched just a tad bit wider. Eager, excited, thrilled. He hadn't exactly set out to earn any favors on their birthday, it was simply to pay back the trust they gave him.

But hey, he wouldn't turn down having his darling in debted to him. And he could certainly think of a few ways they could return the favor.

It is my birthday and if I say I want fluffy Al, I'm getting fluffy Al.

[huuuussskkk]

You all should know that Husker here is quite sensitive when it comes to tickles! Especially with the wings or stomach!

-Alastor

N- NO THE FUCK IM NOT?!?!

[prodigalbadger]

Maybe You Just Need More Convincing

Adam gets his everloving shit wrecked from some of the Hotel Staff in order to convince him sinners really can be redeemed. Charlie also recruits Lucifer to give them a hand, in more ways than one.

Warnings for foul language, some violence, suggestive humor (nothing extreme, just some totally in chatacter comments), my shitty grammar/punctuation, and lots of fluff/tickles. I hope you enjoy!! :3

It was no secret that Adam was heaven (and hell's) resident douchebag. He was stuck up, conceited, and completely self-centered. He had no real intentions of giving Hazbin Hotel a shot. He hadn't even shown up in person to the meeting in which was arranged originally between himself and Lucifer. And after Lucifer's daughter had stood in Lucifer's place at that meeting, well, Adam just couldn't take anything the princess of hell had to say seriously.

Charlie Morningstar was less than pleased to discover that the angels were going to be on a new six month extermination schedule. How was that even fair? It was so frustrating that Adam had flat out refused to listen to reason or even take Charlie's pitch of redemption even halfway seriously. He spent most of their allotted meeting time making sexist comments, talking about himself, interrupting anything Charlie had to say, and eating his pile of ribs in the most obnoxious and rude way possible.

Charlie had to think of a way to truly convince the head angel to call off the extermination and redeem those who were taking their path to redemption through the hotel seriously. But no song, no dramatic speech, no amount of begging or pleading could convince the dickhead that her Hotel would ever actually work.

"How could we actually convince heavens top angel to take our Hotel seriously?" Charlie had asked the staff and two meager residents in a meeting that was originally to be comprised of forgiveness role-playing and trust exercises. The change of routine was much welcomed by all, though they'd never explicitly tell Charlie that.

"We could just kill him?" Alastor suggested, his grin broadening and eyes darkening at the thought.

"That wouldn't be a good way to exemplify our goals or show redemption," Charlie paused. "We just need to figure out a weakness, you know, find something that we could use against him! Does anyone have any... less violent ideas?" She shoots Alastor a sympathetic smile.

"Vicious blackmail?" Angel suggests casually. He has the day off, and while he'd rather be scoring drugs or drinking at the bar with Husk's sole company, this discussion is far better than trust exercises.

"That's a less violent alternative," Charlie comments, "But still shady..."

"Listen toots, we aren't gonna convince Adam or anyone else to take us seriously if we don't play at least a little bit dirty," Angel tucks his upper set of arms behind his neck in a bored gesture.

"Angel has a point, Charlie. They wouldn't listen to reason, and the angels are notorious for not playing fair. I know you're trying to find a way that isn't violent or unconventional, but we might not have much of a choice. Especially if we want to defend our people," Vaggie steps closer to Charlie to embrace her briefly.

"Blackmail... nonviolent... unconventional... playing dirty..." Charlie thinks briefly about the options that fall under all these categories, and suddenly her face breaks out into a wide and evil grin. "I know exactly what we have to do! And I know just the person to call to ensure this plan will work. But I'm 99.9% positive, and it'll be foolproof!"

••••

"You want to what?" Lucifer's voice raises an octave. Unsure of what exactly this favor was his nearly estranged daughter had asked of him, he couldn't tell her no. But he hadn't known this was the specific favor in question until he arrived to the hotel. And Charlie had intentionally left out a few key details.

Had Lucifer known his precious daughter and hotel patronage had planned to exploit his ticklishness, he would've very well declined and spent the afternoon with his vast collection of rubber ducks.

"But that's only part of the favor. We also need you to arrange a meeting with Adam face to face. But first we need to know if this plan will work," Charlie's voice at the end was near pleading. Lucifer almost felt sorry for her, but what did this have to do with tickling him?

"I can arrange him to meet you all in person," Lucifer spoke slowly' "but what the hell does this have to do with tickling me?" His voice rose to a strangled octave, indicating that he was indeed ticklish.

"Mr. Morningstar, erm, your majesty, Charlie pointed out that you and Adam have similar angelic traits... so we figured that if you were... also inflicted the same weakness... We might actually have a shot at bringing that Adam prick down a few pegs," Vaggie nervously stepped forward to shake her girlfriends father's hand.

"I'd like to peg him," Angel murmered, earning a few looks of utter horror he quickly added "Adam, I meant Adam! Besides haven't you heard of hate fucking?" Angel grumbled defensively.

Lucifer turned back to Charlie.

"So you're asking me... if you can find various sensitive spots on my body... to use on Adam... in hopes of getting him to call of the next extermination?"

Charlie nodded enthusiastically and damnnit, Lucifer just couldn't say no to her.

"Okay, okay, okay... But a few things first... I'm only letting you do this as part of that favor. If anyone here ever tries to tickle me outside this one stand alone instance, consider yourselves to be absolutely wrecked. As ticklish as I am, I will ensure to pay you back in kind tenfold if any of you pull a stunt like this outside this small window of time. I'm only doing this because it would be nice to knock that dickhead down a few pegs."

His threat clung to the air a few moments. The king of hell was known to be ruthless, and he was a force to be reckoned with.

"Thanks dad!" Charlie reached over to hug him. Something the two hadn't done in such a long time but their embrace felt familiar. Normal even.

"A couple of other points..." Lucifer told the group, "an angels wings are the most sensitive, pretty much everywhere. Between the feathers, shoulder blades, wing pits, I mean, it's lethal... Lilith used to..."

Lucifer couldn't help but turn a blushy pink color at the mention of his former wife. He hadn't been properly tickled since... well, it had been quite some time. Lilith wasn't a stranger to tickling Lucifer to tears, but she was the only one to ever indulge in his weakness. He was never tickled by anyone other than Lilith. And cetainly not by this many people. Charlie had grown up with witnessing Lillith tickle him to pieces. Faint memories of her father squealing, shrieking, and downright begging Lilith not to tickle him while laughing helplessly. But Lilith had always been able to easily overpower her much smaller husband. But Charlie also knew how Lucifer could hold his own. She knew what a fierce tickle monster he could be in her own experiences and knew by watching her parents in her much younger days that Lucifer almost always sought revenge.

Lucifer kept reminding himself that this was necessary. He knew this was to help his people of hell, his daughter even, but being demon royalty and exposing his most innate physical weakness and allowing others to take advantage of it was downright terrifying. It had been bad then, but now? Lucifer let out an involuntary shudder.

"For Adam, specifically, I'm led to believe that he would have another weak point aside from his wings. But if his wings are anything like mine, then you shouldn't have much trouble!"

Lucifer tried his hardest to ignore the shit eating grins forming on the faces of both Angel Dust and Alastor. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But he remembered his favor to Charlie, and all the memories of his past tickling experiences and thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Please, do tell us of any other weak spots you think the angel will have, your royal higness!" Alastor chimes in, eager to have something to use against both Adam and Lucifer.

"God removed one of Adam's ribs to create his new wife. And being touched by that amount of power would absolutely cause that spot to be more sensitive... It's basically a given."

"So torture the guys wings and ribs, got it," Angel smirked.

"Torture Adam's wings and ribs," Lucifer clarified "you motherfuckers better go easy with me." Lucifer couldn't help but back away nervously from the group. Unfortunately for him, there was only so far he could back up before his back collided with the wall of the Hotel lobby adjacent to where Husk was sleeping at the bar. At least Nifffty and Husk weren't involved in this scheme.

"Anything else we need to know before we tickle you to death?" Charlie asked almost sympathetically as Vaggie, Angel, and Alastor closed in on the king of hell.

"Sixty seconds. Do NOT exceed sixty seconds." Four against one was definitely not a fair match.

Lucifer wasn't given time to think while the group circled around him. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

"Sixty seconds," Charlie clarified, "starting in 3..."

Why the fuck did he agree to this again?

"2..."

This really had better work on Adam. Otherwise Lucifer knew he'd be totally fucked around Alastor, Angel and Vaggie, who all seemed to take pure delight in discovering the king of hell was ridiculously ticklish. Why did Charlie have to tell them?

"1..."

Shit. And he was lost in helpless, screech filled laughter. Lucifer had curled into a ball as ten arms and countless tickling fingers dug into almost all his ticklish spots.

"WHAHAHAHAHHAHT THE FUHUHUHCK AHHAH STAHAP!" Lucifer pleaded, knowing it hadn't even been 10 seconds yet.

Alastor had taken the liberty in casting a temporary paralysis spell on Lucifer so he couldn't even protect his worst spots. He had taken this opportunity to also tickle the smaller demon's shoulder blades which shook helplessly as his six magnificent wings unfurled.

Angel and Vaggie started to explore his wings and Lucifer had severely underestimated just how much it would tickle.

"OohoHAHAhaA, IHIHIHT tiHIHihihCkles HAhahHa soHo mUhUHUHUCH AHAhaHa!" Lucifer squealed as Angel and Vaggie had tickled the soft skin beneath his feathers, Angel's extra set of hands had made quick work of his wing pits which caused his laughter to shoot up an octave.

"That's kind of the point, short king," Alastor teased as he had switched to taser his sides while Charlie had been scribbling at his ribs, grinning madly as her plan had seemed now that it could be executed without fail.

Lucifer was in absolute tickle hell. Literally. The sensation of Vaggie and Angel mercilessly tickling his wings, scritching the skin beneath his feathers, digging into the sensitive wing pits and occasionally poking and scratching at his shoulder blades combined with Alastor squeezing his sides and Charlie torturing his ribs had nearly caused Lucifer to break. He couldn't move to protect his tickle spots. And all he could do was laugh and shriek and hope the ticklish assault would end whenever the alloted minute was up.

"I didn't think you'd still be this ticklish!" Charlie cooed.

"OkAYHAHAHhahAH! SEhehee? IHAH- I TOHOAHAHHOLD YOUHOO AHAHhahah it WOHOULD WORK!" Lucifer cackled.

He never had four people tickle him at once before. It was the most ticklish he'd ever felt in his entire life. It wasn't fair to have all his tickle spots exploited at once!

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of cackling, the minute had passed and as promised, Charlie called off the experimental tickle attack. Alastor reversed the spell and Lucifer had crumpled to a giggling panting mess on the floor, overstimulated from all the tickles and trying to rub away the residual ghost tickles.

"So was that 60 seconds of getting your everloving shit rocked, short king?" Angel grins down at Lucifer.

"Seriously, fuck you guys," Lucifer giggles.

"Think this will actually work on Adam?" Vaggie turns to Charlie beaming as she helps her one day father-in-law off the floor.

"It has to!" Charlie says with pure confidence.

"Thanks, dad, for helping us prove our theory to be true. Adam won't stand a chance against us." Charlie hugs the still giggling Lucifer around the middle.

"I don't mind seeing that loser taken down, I'm... glad I could help, but seriously, that was awful," Lucifer says, hugging Charlie back.

"I'll arrange for Adam to arrive here tomorrow and then you can convince him to listen."

●●●●

Adam was irritated. Sure, the king of hell was able to order him to meet in person to discuss business matters, but that didn't mean he wanted to. If it were up to him, he would meet through holographic magic, but Lucifer had strictly forbidden it for this meeting only.

So here he was, at the hotel's doorstep, expecting to meet with Lucifer and returning to report back to heaven as soon as this mandated meeting was concluded.

What Adam wasn't expecting, however, was to be met with Alastor, opening the door positively beaming at him.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Why, you must be Adam, we've all been dying to meet you! Well, if it weren't for the fact that we are already dead!" Alastor chuckles at his own joke. "Do come in!"

"Who in the fuck are you?" Adam glares at Alastor, wary of the taller demon.

"Why, I'm Alastor, the infamous radio demon of hell and manager of this fine establishment! Allow me to show you around hell's only rehabilitation center for lost souls!" Alastor grabs Adam's wrist and drags him through the hotel lobby toward the bar.

"Allow Husker to pour you a drink, on the house!" Alastor grins at Adam's sheer befuddlement. He was out of his element here in unfamiliar territory. Husk pours an unmarked liquid into a glass and slides it toward Adam.

"...uh, thanks... but when am I supposed to meet with Lucifer?" Adam looks at the drink as if it were poisonous.

"Don't be a silly! We would never think to poison the one and only angel who had the power to permanently end the exterminations of hell's residents!" Alastor laughs as if he could read Adam's mind.

"And Lucifer will be here soon, but we have other eager candidates to speak with you before hand!" Alastor continues smirking as Adam slowly begins to drink from the glass.

That's when Adam turns and notices Vaggie, Charlie, and Angel behind him, a bit too close for comfort. And suddenly, Adam finds himself unable to move, thanks to Alastor's demonic power and curse of immobility.

"What the actual FUCK, Charlie?" Adam tries to writhe away but is unable to do so.

"Adam, thank you for joining us today! We thought it might take a team approach to convince you that our redemption center deserves a chance to save sinners from extermination," Charlie smiles.

"I already fuckin told you that hell is eternal damnation, I'm not changing my mind and I think that your hotel is a worthless waste of time!" Adam spits angrily.

"Maybe you just need more convincing..." Angel smiles, excited to be able to have one over on this pompous angel prick.

"I said Noho!" Adam let's out a startled Huff as Charlie prods his side near the bottom of his ribs.

"I don't think you're in a position to refuse our quite reasonable requests." Alastor chuckles.

"What are you all playing at?" Adam sneers, albeit nervously.

"Well, we can't harm you, obviously, but we found a rather unconventional method of torture to utilize to convince you to take us seriously," Charlie explains.

Torture? Adam now realized three things.

One: he was outnumbered.

Two: he was completely immobile and couldn't move from whatever power was keeping him trapped.

Three: The poke Charlie had administered to his side had been... well... ticklish... Adam had started to realize that they intended to tickle him. They couldn't. They wouldn't, actually, could they?

"No, no, Charlie. I demand you to release me!"

"Maybe this will help convince you not be such a pompous asshole," Charlie smirked down at Adam evilly.

And suddenly, Adam felt her dig all ten fingers into one of his most ticklish spots, his ribs. And he felt Angel and Alastor tickle into his sensitive shoulder blades, causing his wings to expand.

"Nohohoho, what thehahahhah FUHAHAHAHAHUCK?" Adam squeals.

Vaggie had hopped in to help Charlie tickle his stomach and hips and Adam was in absolute ticklish hell.

"Fuhahahahuck YOHOU GUYS, AHAHAHAHAHA!" Adam can't even squirm away from their torturous fingers. His laughter shoots up an octave as Alastor and Angel tickle into his wings.

No tickle spot was spared on the guy and he couldn't even move or writhe away from the ticklish touches. It wasn't fair!

"Think you'll give the hotel another shot?" Charlie asked, digging sharply into Adam's lower rib cage. Adam's laughter doubled.

"NohohahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Oh shit, Adam! It feels Ike one of your ribs are missing!! Maybe we should count them to see how many are there!" Charlie teases, enjoying how much power they have over Adam.

"FUHUHUCK OHOHOHOHOOFF!" Adam screeches as Charlie proceeds to count and recounts his ribs.

"We've got all day, tough guy!" Angel digs roughly into Adam's wing pits as Alastor digs his claws beneath the feathers to torture the delicate skin beneath. How long had it been? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Adam quickly realizes that he is utterly fucked.

Adam's laughter goes silent. It's not fair to have them all tickle him to pieces. He couldn't even fight back or try to get away. All he could do was lie there and take it. His eyes begin to water as they continue their ticklish onslaught. And Adam just can't handle much more.

"Think we can renegotiate now?" Charlie asks and Adam quickly nods despite his silent hysteria.

"Okay, I think he's had enough," Charlie slows her hands and pulls them away, and the rest of the group follows suit.

Adam lays there panting giggling, still feeling the ticklish assault through his nervous system.

"I hope you won't forget this, as we are easily able to convince you to do exactly as we want," Alastor chuckles darkly, removing the immobility curse.

"Seriously, fuck you guys," Adam flips them off as he uses his magic to dissappear. His tough guy facade had been broken.

Adam would call off the next extermination, out of fear of what would happen to him if he continued to refuse. Now, his greatest enemies knew of his ticklish weakness. He would never be able to live it down. And maybe a part of him didn't want to.

[xxtheophilusxx]

Tickled Pink (and Flushed Red)

Description: In this playful tale, Angel Dust brings out a rare moment of laughter from the usually grumpy Husk, revealing a softer side of their dynamic. Through teasing and antics, the story highlights their contrasting personalities and deepens their relationship. Warnings: Tickling Word count: 1.5k

Angel Dust was sprawled out on the battered old couch in the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby, his long legs dangling over the armrest as he flipped through a magazine with a bored expression. The hotel was its usual chaotic mess—demons of all shapes and sizes going about their business, shouting, arguing, causing trouble—but Angel had decided to take it easy today. The noise of the hotel faded into the background as he admired the latest fashion spreads, his mind wandering to how he might pull off some of the daring outfits featured on the glossy pages.

Behind the bar, Husk was nursing a cigarette and a glass of bourbon, his usual drink of choice. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his feathers ruffling slightly as he tried to ignore the chatter and chaos around him. Cleaning a glass with an old rag, he kept one eye on the door, wary of the next troublemaker who might wander in. His eyes flicked to Angel now and then, watching the spider demon with a mix of curiosity and irritation. Angel was always up to something, and Husk wasn’t in the mood to be dragged into it.

“So, Husky,” Angel’s voice broke the relative calm, “when are you gonna let me give you a makeover?” His tone was playful, laced with the usual teasing edge. He turned another page in the magazine with a flourish, clearly more interested in getting a rise out of Husk than in the fashion he was pretending to admire. “Maybe a little trim, a splash of color… You could stand to liven up that look, y’know?”

Husk gave a low, gruff snort, not even bothering to look up. “I ain’t interested, Angel. Last thing I need is to look like some… fluffy, glittery mess.” He took a drag from his cigarette, his tone flat and uninterested. “I’m fine just the way I am.”

Angel let out an exaggerated sigh, tossing the magazine aside with one of his many hands. “Come on, you old furball! Live a little! You’re always such a sourpuss. Maybe a new look would put a smile on that grouchy face.”

Husk finally glanced up, fixing Angel with a weary stare. His crimson eyes were half-lidded with the fatigue of someone who had seen too much, yet there was a sharpness there, too—a warning not to push his buttons. “I smile plenty. Just not around you.”

Angel narrowed his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh really? When was the last time you cracked a real smile, huh?”

Husk’s ears twitched, his tail flicking slightly in irritation. He could sense where this was going, and he wasn’t in the mood. “None of your business, Dust. Just drop it.”

But Angel wasn’t about to let it go. He slid off the couch with a fluid, graceful motion, his multiple arms stretching out as he approached the bar. Each step was calculated, his hips swaying with a confidence that only someone like Angel Dust could pull off. “Oh, but I think it is my business,” Angel purred, his voice dripping with mischief. “And I think I know just how to make you smile.”

Husk’s eyes narrowed as he set his glass down with a deliberate motion, his body tensing. He didn’t trust that look on Angel’s face one bit. “Don’t even think about it, Angel…”

Angel’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his fangs gleaming as he closed the distance between them. “Too late, Husky! I’m already thinkin’ it!”

Before Husk could react, Angel had vaulted over the bar, landing nimbly on the other side in front of him. Husk barely had time to register the movement before Angel was on him, all four of his arms wrapping around the cat demon in a tight, almost affectionate embrace. Husk let out a startled grunt, instinctively trying to push Angel away, but the spider demon held on tight, his fingers already at work.

Angel’s touch was light, almost teasing, as he began to tickle Husk’s sides and ribs. “C’mon, Husky! Don’t be such a grump! Let’s see that smile!”

“A-Angel, what the hell—?” Husk’s voice came out in a growl, but it quickly broke off as Angel’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just beneath his ribs. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver through his body, and he bit down hard, trying to suppress the reaction.

Angel’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with playful malice. “Oh, what’s this? Don’t tell me the big bad Husk is ticklish!”

Husk’s immediate response was to deny it, but the words caught in his throat as Angel’s fingers danced along his sides, sending electric jolts of sensation through his body. His tail lashed behind him, a clear sign of his growing irritation. “Knock it off!” Husk snapped, his voice strained as he tried to twist out of Angel’s grip. But Angel held on with surprising strength, his fingers moving with practiced precision, tracing patterns over Husk’s ribs, sides, and even his neck.

Husk’s ears flattened against his head, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back the laughter bubbling up inside him. He could feel his resolve slipping, the tickling sensation becoming too much to bear. “I mean it, Angel! Cut it out!”

But Angel was relentless. “Oh, no way! Not until I see a big ol’ smile on that grumpy face of yours!” His voice was a sing-song taunt, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the normally stoic cat demon.

Despite himself, Husk could feel the corners of his mouth twitching. He tried to shove Angel off again, using more force this time, but his strength was quickly waning under the relentless assault of tickles. Finally, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped him, followed by another, and before he knew it, he was laughing—a deep, rough sound that seemed almost foreign coming from him.

“Hahaha! A-Angel, y-you’re a real pain in the ass! Hahaha! Quit it already!” Husk’s deep voice was laced with laughter, the sound rough and unpracticed, as if it had been years since he’d last laughed like this.

Angel giggled, his grin widening at the sight of Husk’s rare laughter. “There it is! I knew you had it in you, Husky! Who knew you had such a cute laugh?”

Husk’s face flushed beneath his fur, both from the tickling and from the embarrassment of being caught so off guard. He struggled to push Angel away again, but the spider demon was stubborn, continuing his ticklish assault with unrelenting energy.

“You’re a bastard, Angel! Hahaha! S-Seriously, stop! I c-can’t—hahaha!” Husk doubled over, his laughter growing louder despite his best efforts to contain it. His deep, gravelly voice echoed through the lobby, drawing the attention of a few nearby demons who looked on with a mix of surprise and amusement. Husk’s tough exterior was cracking, revealing a side of him that few had ever seen.

Angel’s grin was positively wicked as he leaned in closer, his breath tickling Husk’s ear. “Admit it, Husky, you love this! You’re always so grumpy, it’s about time someone got you to loosen up a bit!”

Husk was laughing too hard to respond, his body shaking with uncontrollable giggles. He could barely catch his breath, his chest heaving as he tried to fend off Angel’s relentless fingers. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the laughter that poured out of him, each ticklish touch sending another wave of uncontrollable mirth through his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Angel decided to show some mercy. He slowly pulled back, his fingers easing up on their ticklish assault as he released Husk from his grip. Husk immediately stumbled forward, leaning heavily on the bar as he tried to catch his breath. His fur was ruffled, his face flushed, and his ears were pinned back against his head in embarrassment.

“You… are the worst,” Husk panted, glaring at Angel with as much venom as he could muster, though it was clear that his usual edge was dulled by the lingering effects of laughter.

Angel just giggled, clearly pleased with himself. “Yeah, but you love me for it, right? C’mon, admit it, Husky! You haven’t had that much fun in ages!”

Husk grumbled something incoherent under his breath, his feathers slowly settling back into place. He grabbed his glass and downed the rest of his bourbon in one go, hoping to wash away the embarrassment along with the lingering ticklish sensations. But even as he did, Angel’s words echoed in his mind, and despite himself, he couldn’t deny that there was a small kernel of truth in them.

Angel watched Husk with a satisfied smirk, his fluffy pink tail swaying behind him as he leaned casually against the bar. “You know, Husky, you really should smile more often. You look kinda cute when you’re not scowling.”

Husk shot him a glare, but it was softened by the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hated to admit it, but Angel had a way of getting under his skin—both literally and figuratively. And as much as he wanted to stay angry, the lingering warmth from the laughter made it hard to hold onto his usual grumpiness.

“Don’t get used to it,” Husk grumbled, trying to regain some of his usual gruffness. “Next time you pull something like that, I won’t be so nice.”

Angel just chuckled, clearly unconcerned by the threat. “Sure, sure, Husky. Whatever you say.” He gave Husk a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you know you had fun, whether you wanna admit it or not.”

Husk huffed, turning away to hide the small smile that was still lingering on his face. He grabbed another glass from the shelf and started cleaning it, more to give himself something to do than anything else. But as he worked, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little less burdened by the usual weight on his shoulders. Maybe Angel’s annoying antics weren’t so bad after all.

As Angel hopped back over the bar and sauntered back to the couch, humming a tune under his breath, Husk couldn’t help but watch him go, a bemused expression on his face. Angel Dust was a handful—annoying, obnoxious, and way too full of himself—but there was something about him that made it hard to stay mad. Maybe it was the way he could bring a little bit of chaos and laughter into even the most mundane days. Or maybe it was just that, deep down, Husk knew that Angel wasn’t as bad as he liked to pretend.

With a sigh, Husk shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’re a real pain, Angel… but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

Angel just waved a hand over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. “Love you too, Husky!”

And despite himself, Husk found that he couldn’t help but smile.

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Hello hello,dearie!!

How are you,good?

My name is Nina or Weewoo,self proclaimed platonic (Hazbin) asker!

I have seen your platonic works,and I have to say,you've peeked my interest,darling!

The way you write is very wholesome and cute,so please,indulge me in an ask!

May I request a Zestial,Rosie,Alastor,Vox,Husk,Charlie and Carmilla (you may remove,replace or add character as you so please! I simply like to give a character list so you can choose!) with a platonic!child!reader that loves art but gets really messy with it? A little energetic artist.They're all giddy and happy getting everywhere with the rainbows and sunshines. Maybe one time they get really upset because they messed up,and they start to cry? (If you need an age approximate,maybe 6-10 years old?)

I hope that not too much info!!

Have fun writing this,don't forget to drink,eat,and take breaks!!

Have a fantastic day,honey!

Stay proud.

-Nina <33

A/n: My shift key fell off so I'm having a hard time with that. Sorry if I accidentally didn't capitalize something! (I planned to also do Vox but I couldn't think of anything, I'm so sorry!)

!!not proofread!!

Roise: Doesn't care that you are messy with art at all! She'll make sure you don't stain or break anything but besides that she lets you go wild. Would probably give you your own art room. Is also very sad when you mess up. She hates seeing you sad. She draws with you to help you feel better.

Alastor: He likes you but stay away from him when painting. He would rather keep having a red suit, rainbow wouldn't suit(ha) him. Though he does give you room to paint and draw where you want. All those spaces are suspiciously close to Husk. Tries (and likely fails) to comfort you when you mess up. Might draw with you to help you smile again. After all, you're never fully dressed without a smile.

Husk: Talks to you while you draw. Kind of like you are a drunk bar patron lol. But instead of their insecurities it's what animals you like (or maybe about your insecurities too.) Very grumpy especially when you get paint on him but he does care deep down. For example, when you mess up he helps you calm down. Gets you some chocolate milk or apple juice or whatever you want <3.

Charlie: Very supportive! She'll draw with you!!! Happy to help get you supplies. While she gets that you're a child and usually wouldn't be that upset about making messes, Nifty keeps giving you death glares and she doesn't want to risk anything. Feels bad when you're upset. She'll get you anything that she can help to make you calm down, and also does a group session on learning about healthy coping mechanisms. It's supposed to help you not break down but everyone in the hotel, including her, could use it.

Carmilla: She has two kids so I'd imagine she has some experience. Hangs your art on the fridge like a true mother. While she does like you being hyper and happy she doesn't think the house needs a new paint job. She'll try to make sure you get most of your paint and markers on the paper. Like I said she has two kids so she is great when comforting you when you mess up. She'll encourage you to try again and might even draw with you if that helps.

[huuuussskkk]

- Introduction -

about husker :

- bartender of the ‘hazbin hotel’

- owned by the radio demon(unfortunately.)

- former overlord

- total grump. pretty straight forward and blunt, not afraid to be rude to anyone.

- (if you’re an alastor roleplay account and are interested on the “owning” half(not in a weird way HELP), please ask first. don’t just say shit)

- 60% lee & 40% ler.

- don’t force to ler or lee. you won’t get either if you do.

- SFW only.

- say what you want, I do block freely.

(before anyone asks, I know he’s like 75 technically I js forgot at the time I was doing it.)

about the mod :

- my original account is @1gigglebug

- I’m a MINOR. so once again, SFW only. don’t be a fucking weirdo.

- I go by any pronouns, but you can js use he/him if messaging me on this account so it’s easier.

- I get pretty in character when doing things like this, so don’t dm me or speak to me if you can’t handle someone being a bitch or blunt with you

[prodigalbadger]

Molting

Hazbin Hotel tickle fic incoming!

Ler!Lucifer x Lee!Adam

Adam's wings molt due to him respawning in hell as he loses his angelic attributes. Lucifer assists in this process and Adam learns just what a ticklish process that molting really is.

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When Adam slowly began to rouse from what felt like a very long slumber, he realized that something was very, very different.

He had vague memories of his angelic death. He knew that the Hazbin miscreants must have been behind it all, somehow or another. He registered that he wasn't in pain almost immediately, which was odd considering that he still felt... off...

As he sat up, he realized he's in some filthy alleyway surrounded by derelict buildings and vehicles. There was garbage aplenty with oozing splotches of oil and blood pooling in potholes in what used to be a very old street. He peeked at the glimmery oil seeing almost an outline of himself, one that he could hardly recognize. Rather than his golden wings, he realized they were now scruffy and gray mixed with oily black feathers. He was molting.

Oh.

That made sense. Beings that were killed in previously "holy" forms would morph into more demonic like beings with... Less desirable attributes... Only if those beings were killed within the realm of hell. Adam cringed at the thought. How could he have been so careless? And had Lute and the rest of the angels abandoned him since he was no longer a holy figure?

He was still in disbelief at his smeared reflection in the oil. It was like him but it wasn't. He wasn't used to seeing himself this way. The sight of himself made him choke back a sob. The sound of an oddly familiar voice pulled him from his shaken state.

"Hey there, are you okay?" a soft voice asks.

Adam turned and was taken aback by the figure. Lucifer, the king of hell himself was looking down at him but once Adam had turned to face him, he appeared just as shocked as Adam felt.

"You?!" They spat in unison, disgust permeating the once gentle atmosphere.

"What the fuck happened to me?" Adam looked pitifully into the king of hell's eyes, his voice breaking.

And Lucifer stopped for a moment remembering when he had fallen, and how he felt the same way. He was still angry with Adam, but couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the guy.

Lucifer looked at Adam and sighed.

"It's not as bad as you think, I promise. It's usually the shock that's the worst part," Lucifer murmered.

"You mean I'm... damned here?" Adam whispered, anger seeping into his words.

Lucifer only nodded slightly taking in the sight of Adam's sorry state. Adam's usual golden wings were now a much darker hue.

Adam had noticed as well as he looked at them in the oil pool and started weeping.

Damn Lucifer and his empathy.

"Hey, it's not so bad! Black looks sharp on you, kid," Lucifer moved to place a comforting hand on Adam's shoulder that he nearly expected the other man to jerk away from the unwelcome affection. Adam remained still.

"I wasn't supposed to die. I don't want to be stuck in this God forsaken cesspool!" Adam shouted between sobs.

"I know the feeling," Lucifer replied sarcastically, "But I make it work. Besides, be careful how you speak about my kingdom, this is my turf," Lucifer grinned darkly, still feeling a soft spot for Adam as much as he loathed to admit it to himself.

"My poor wings! They look awful!" Adam replied again, sobs lessened now, but he still was crouched in the alley, hugging his legs to his chest.

"Ah yes, you are molting!" Lucifer stated, looking at the loose feathers surrounding Adam's once glorious wings. They were shabby, greasy and in much need of being groomed.

"Molting happens after you fall, as your wing color naturally changes. The black really does look sharp, er will look sharp, once we get you cleaned up, that is!" Lucifer continued, reaching over to adjust the feathers on Adam's left wing.

What happened next shocked the both of them, as Lucifer's fingers grazed over the soft down feathers, Adam jerked away quickly.

"S-sorry," Adam mumbled shyly.

Adam was quite familiar with the sensation. It tickled like hell. His wings had always been ridiculously sensitive, something Lute discovered and constantly took advantage of whenever Adam was in a pissy mood or being so much as mildly irritating. He couldn't bear it if the king of hell discovered his weakness too.

"Did I hurt you?" Lucifer asked, genuinely concerned for a moment, but figured his touch was delicate enough not to pull the feathers or hurt the skin beneath.

Suddenly his face broke into a wide shit-eating grin.

"You know I also molted right? And while it was definitely necessary, it really fucking tickled. I should've warned you ahead of time," Lucifer had to bite back an evil chuckle.

"Fuck, no, Lucifer, please," Adam tensed as he felt Lucifers hands resume the preening of his feathers.

The way his fingers moved between the bones, tracing the skin beneath with his claws gently, searching out every sensitive spot his wings offered, Adam couldn't help but screech and giggle an absolutely adorable high pitch giggle. A giggle that wouldn't stop. The feeling of Lucifer's hands in his wings (and that they were now definitely doing much more than just preening) was unbearable. The way his hands manipulated the molted feathers to brush the skin of his wings was downright evil.

"YOUHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUCKING BAHAHAHASTARD!" Adam squealed as Lucifer found a sweet spot beneath the curve of his wing. He allowed his other hand to scritch at Adam's shoulder blade for a moment as he relished his squeals.

Adam tried to flap his wings with no avail just to try to escape the maddening sensations.

"Ah ah ah," Lucifer tutted playfully. "Remember, you're on my turf! And kings don't take too kindly to namecalling!"

Lucifer really picked up the pace, the preening nearly forgotten as he focused on tickling Adam senseless. And all poor Adam could do was lie there and take it.

Lucifer used his power to create sensations within Adam that made him shriek and fall back into hysterical laughter.

If Adam could speak, he would say that it felt as if there were a feather on the inside of his ribs, tormenting each bone, laced between each bone, sawing gently, creating the absolute (best?) worst kind of tickling sensations Adam had ever felt. Especially since Lucifer was still paying close attention to his ultra ticklish wings.

"YoHOUHOUHOU MOTHERFUHUHUHUHUHUCKER!"

Adam was grateful, at the very least, that the alley was long deserted and hoped his loud bolsterious laughter wouldn't attract any unwelcome onlookers.

The tickling didn't let up, as Lucifer had quite the vengeful and merciless streak.

After a few minutes, Adam couldn't form coherent words much less thoughts as he was tickled into oblivion by the king of hell himself.

"Say uncle and maybe I'll show you mercy!" Lucifer taunted.

He couldn't let the guy off easy, what kind of message would that send to his loyal subjects?

"UHUHUHUHUNCLHEHEHE!" Adam wheezed, struggling from in Lucifers grasp, the tickling was unbearable.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Lucifer chuckled, ceasing the ticklish assault.

Adam was left a giggly puddle, trying to rub away the residual tickling sensations from his ribs and wings, blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact with the king.

"Besides... I still have to help you molt!" Lucifer grinned as he continued preening Adam's feathers, the tickling much lighter and less intense. Adam still giggled a bit as the king helped him manage his new wings.

Maybe things weren't as bleak as they seemed. And not that Adam would ever admit this to anyone, but maybe he could get used to his new wings.

Lucifer was right. The black wings really did suit him.

[random-tkl-shit]

SFW Lucifer Morningstar TK headcanons

Lee

-This man exudes so much switch energy it hurts. As a lee he either giggles softly or cackles and shrieks loudly. No in-between.

-Death spots are his lower back and especially his wings. He can hardly preen his own wings without at least smiling. They’re *that* sensitive.

-If you’ve got him to a cackling/shrieking point he shouts so many “fuck you”s you’d think he actually hated you for this.

-Before she disappeared, Lilith would often turn wing preening into a tickle session.

-Lucifer can’t handle being tickled for longer than ten minutes at a time.

-He needs quite a bit of time after being tickled to fully recover. He doesnt talk hardly at all while tickle drunk, he usually just lies there giggling.

-If he’s not actively being tickled he can be very bratty. “That’s all you’ve got? I can tickle *myself* better!” And what have you.

Ler

-He builds up anticipation slowly, starting at less ticklish spots and working towards the death spots.

-SO MANY TEASES. HE WANTS TO SEE YOU BLUSH.

-Mainly uses his hands to hold you down and his wings to actually tickle you. Though if he thinks he’ll get a stronger reaction he’ll use his hands more.

-“Oh, is it bad here~?” Or “Wow, so ticklish! It’s adorable!” As he targets a death spot.

-Smiles and laughs evilly the whole time.

-Amazing aftercare. Offers to bring you a drink or tuck you in. Gives amazing cuddles inside his wings.

-Whenever he sees you casually he’ll run a finger along your side or up your back to keep you on edge.

[pepper-luv]

🌼~No Regrets~🌼

This is a tickle fic! If that's not your cup of ☕, ignore this!

Lee!reader x Ler!Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

NSFW and 26+ DNI! 🫶

Reader decides to pull a little prank on Adam, thinking it would be "funny". Adam, thankfully unfortunately,does not quite agree.

unedited, good luck soldier 🫡

You smile as you look at your finished work. Yet again, Adam fell asleep in a meeting, and Sera was too fed up with his bullshit to even bother trying to wake him up. He slept through the meeting, and now lays down on the table with drool pooling out of his mouth and your artwork displayed in sharpie on his face.

You try to stifle a laugh at the sight of his new, jet-black and 2d mustache. Of course, he could always cover it up with his mask, which is why it is now in your possession. He fell asleep on the table without properly securing his mask, of course, so when it fell off in his sleep, how could you resist?

You decide to get out of there before he wakes up and tries to murder you for your artwork. Snatching the mask off the table (and your sharpie, lest he decide to 'beautify' your face aswell), and are almost at the door when you hear a sleepy groan from behind you. Slowly turning your head, you see Adam rubbing his eyes and wiping the drool from his mouth on the corner of his sleeve. Fuck.

"It's finally over?" he asks sleepily, trying to look for his mask with squinty tired eyes and patting around the table. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he looks up at you. "Whatta ya got my mask for, sugar tits? Give it!" You stare at him, pressing your lips tightly together in an attempt to hide your laughter. He looks ridiculous with the sharpie on his face, and it's even funnier that he hasn't seen it yet.

"But everyone wants to see the gorgeous face of Adam, the original man!" You exclaim with fake admiration. He rolls his eyes.

"Of course they do, sweetcheeks, I'm the original dick! They gotta earn seeing the dickmaster's face. Now gimme my mask!" he grumbles, standing up and walking towards you. You flash him a quick grin before sprinting out the door, slamming it in his face and giggling. You quickly dash to your room, running into the bathroom and hiding behind the shower curtain. It's better than the closet or under the bed, those are easy spots!

You try not to laugh as you hear Adam barge in, not bothering to knock. "Where the hell are you? Gimme my mask!"

You hear his footsteps sound on the tile of the bathroom, and suddenly come to a stop. He's silent. You've never heard him be this quiet in your life, and you don't know whether to laugh or be afraid.

"You drew. On the ORIGINAL DICK'S FACE. With MARKER?" He exclaims, and you can't hold your laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you giggle. The shower curtain comes flying open, and you slide down the wall, giggling on the floor. He towers over you, a mix of fury and bafflement on his face.

"Aha- Adam, I'm sohohorry! It's just- funny!" You manage to giggle out, dying laughing at his decorated face and baffled expression. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he snatches you up from the shower floor. Your eyes widen as he carries you into your bedroom and tosses you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel his fingers scribbling all over your ribs.

"You wanna laugh? Hmm? Yeah, you wanna laugh? Go on, let it out!" He mocks at you, grinning at your desperate giggles and squirms.

"NAHA- Nahaha Adam!! I'm sahaharry!" you squeal, wiggling around in an attempt to escape his torturous fingers.

"It's your own fault for messing with the dickmaster!" he responds, switching between drilling his fingertips against your stomach and in between your ribs in an unpredictable sequence.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" your giggles echo throughout the bedroom, and you look up at him to see his grin. He looks like he's having fun, despite the sharpie art across his face.

"Oh come on, you can handle it, sugar tits!" he teases, adjusting himself so that he's hovering over your belly. Your eyes widen as he smirks down at you.

"No- no, Adam, plehehease! Have mercy!" You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes through giggles.

"But you love this face sooo much, you even put your artwork on it! I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just used it to..." he brings his face down to your belly, nuzzling his stubble into your ticklish skin.

"NAHAhaha!!! Adam!" You squeal, eyes becoming big as saucers as you feel him taking a deep breath against your belly. "Adam- don't you dare.." But he doesn't listen, making you nearly scream with laughter as he blows a big ass raspberry against your belly. "ADAHAHAM!!"

"Aww, what's the matter sweetcheeks? Can't handle it?" He teases, blowing raspberry after raspberry all over your ticklish skin. By now you're a giggly mess, squirming and shaking with laughter as he finally relents his torture on your belly.

"Look at ya, all red and blushy!" he smirks, going back to his fingers' torture on your ribs. The tickles make you giggle uncontrollably, pushing at his chest and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Finally, you manage to roll out of his grasp, and straight off the bed. You tumble onto the floor with a thud, making him laugh as you let out an "OUCH!" and try to catch your breath on the floor.

You eventually drag yourself up off the ground, glowering at the sight of Adam laughing his ass off. "Having fun, shitface?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking and wiggling his fingers at you, making you shrink back. "Okay, okay!"

"Regret your decision to mess with the original dick?" he taunts, and you grin at him.

"Nahh, I don't do regrets- and anyway, it was SO worth it." you respond. He steps towards you, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, you want a round two, don't cha sugar tits?" he mocks, making you back against the wall, blushing.

Worth it.

[crooked-wasteland]

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[huskscumsock]

“ don’t disobey me , pet .”

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lee! husk & ler! alastor

tw: abuse, assault, choking, slight torture(?), tickling, swearing

note: I’ve never wrote alastor, so if he’s out of character that’s why! also, this is more intense than my other fics! this is also NOT a ship. idk what sick fuck would think that but uh yeah!

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it was unfortunate, having your soul owned.

especially when your soul owner was an absolute dick.

an annoying one at that, one that never shuts the fuck up.

if you didn’t already get the memo, we’re talking about alastor. and technically husk.. yeah also husk

so.. maybe you know where this is going, so enough of random yapping!

husk was doing his normal thing at the bar, cleaning bottles, making drinks, etc etc.

it was mostly peaceful, until he heard a voice he hopped that he wouldn’t hear.

“husker!~” alastor exclaimed, sitting down at the bar.

fuck. great, just fucking great.

husk sighed in irritation, then turned to the other.

“mind fetching me a water, old friend?” alastor grinned.

a water? JUST water? why the hell didn’t he just get water from someplace else?

“that’s it?” husk asked in an unamused tone.

“that’s what I asked for, is it not?” alastor said as he tilted his head(that rhymed.. heh)

husk groaned, turning his back to the deer then grabbing a bottle of water from behind the counter, pouring it in a glass then sliding it to the other.

alastor caught the glass before it slipped off the counter, his shitty grin never flattering once.

“you should be more gently with your costumers, you know. you could’ve broke something.” alastor stated.

husk just groaned under his breath, going back to cleaning bottles.

alastor tilted his head as the feline turned away from him, slightly annoyed.

“it isn’t very polite to turn your back to someone when they’re speaking with you, husker.” alastor stayed yet again.

husk didn’t reply.

this pussycat was testing his luck.

a small radiostatic noise could be heard, then alastor spoke again.

“remember who you’re being so inconsiderate with, husk.” alastor spoke in a more intimating manner.

husk then could feel the phantom of a chain around his neck, even though it wasn’t there.. he knew it was yet to come.

yet he still tested his luck.. or afterlife at that point.

“fuck off.” husk growled.

husk then felt something tighten around his throat. alastor had finally summoned the green chain he used to remind husk where he stood.

alastor tugged hard on the chain, which pulled husk against the bar counter, practically almost over it.

“you forget what place you’re in, feline. I own you. you will follow my rules, and treat me with decency.” alastor warned.

“big talk for someone at the same stake.” husk growled once again.

and that’s what finally made alastor snap.

alastor’s demonic for slowly became more and more horrific, tugging husk forward once again as he tighten the chain even more, choking the cat.

“you’ve snapped your lifeline, you blasted little-“

“AL!!”

charlie yelled from the top step as she saw what was going on.

alastor tensed as he heard the girls voice, surprisingly, he made the chain vanish and shrunk back to his original form.

husk gasped for air, thankful as FUCK that Charlie had came down in time. otherwise he’d be at his double grave.

charlie ran down the steps, quickly dashing behind the bar counter to make sure husk was okay.

while she tried her hardest to comfort the cat, she gave alastor a look of both shock, disappointed and disbelief.

“what the hell were you doing?!” charlie exclaimed.

though, alastor looked unbothered. crossing his legs when he sat back down on the barstool.

“the ratchet thing was being a pest. had to straighten him out one way or another.” alastor shrugged.

“and that way was KILLING HIM?!” charlie yelled, then looked back at husk.

“are you okay?!” charlie said in a worried tone.

husk grunted as he rubbed his sore neck with his paw.

“I’m- ugh. I’m fine.” husk grumbled.

charlie frowned, helping husk stand up the glaring at alastor.

“you can’t just choke him because he badmouthed you?!” charlie argued.

“it’s in my nature, my dear. what’d you want me to do? let him off with a warning? HAH!! don’t make me laugh.” alastor rolled his eyes.

charlie huffed and walked back around the counter.

“don’t try to kill him again! use some form that ISNT torture!! please?” charlie pleaded.

alastor thought for a moment.. then got an idea.

“fine. I won’t murder him.. atleast anytime so.” alastor smirked.

“thank you.” charlie huffed.

the princess walked off, back up the steps.

alastor hummed, turning his head to the other.. who still looked horrified.

“I.. suppose I won’t kill you quite yet.” alastor reassured in a.. weird tone.

husk untensed a tad.

“but. that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook.” alastor said as he stood up.

husk looked up at the deer, confused on what he meant.

that was.. until he felt something push him out from behind the bar.

he turned to see alastors shadow against the wall, stupid shit was practically husks worst nightmare aside from alastor himself.

alastor then summoned two tendrils up from the floor.

they wrapped around husks wrists and jerked them upward, lifting the bartender up about a foot from the floor.

“you see, my friend.” alastor began a sentence.

he stepped closer to husk, dragging one claw down his side. causing him to jerk a little.

“charlie stated that a mustn’t murder you.” alastor reminded.

alastor then squeezed husks side, making a small ‘snrk’ like noise escape the bartenders lips.

“she never said I couldn’t torture you.”

fuck. just fuck. husk was so FUCKED.

“I- c-cahant you thihink of something ehelse?-“

husk asked in a wavering tone.

alastors grin got more smug by those words.

“hm.. no. don’t suppose I can!” alastor said in a fake innocent manner.

alastor scribbled his claws up husks side slowly, causing husk to squirm like a mad man in an insane asylum.

“wahait!- waitwaitwait- thihis ihis stuhupid!! i thought YOHOU!- yohou were supOHOSE!- tohoho be intimidating?! thihis is chihilidish!” husk exclaimed through attempted stifled giggles.

“suppose you aren’t wrong. though it’s a great way to put you where you stand. also, you’re never fully dressed without your smile, pal.” alastor teased.

alastor then moved his claws to husks tummy, tracing random shapes on it just to make the cat jerk and squirm.

“AHAGH!- alahastohor!-“ husk yelped.

alastor tilted his head with an amused ear twitch.

“hm? what’s the matter? I thought cats liked their belly’s scratched?~” alastor asked “innocently”

“thahat- thahats dohogs you dihick!-“ husk yelled through giggles.

“well I’ve never been that much of a fan with K9’s, so how should i know?” alastor shrugged.

alastor used his free hand to squeeze husks hip, which made the cat shriek.

“WAHAIT!- NOHOT THEHERE!!” husk exclaimed.

alastor’s grin somehow widened sadistically.

“oh? not here you say? well then, i must examine this particular area!” said alastor.

alastor moved his other hand to husks other hip, then dug his claws firmly into them, making husk squeal.

“NAHAHA!- SHIHIT!- YOHOU DIHICK!-“ husk insulted.

“ah ah ah.. that’s not very polite, now is it?” alastor said.

and as if on cue, husk felt alastors shadows hands on his tummy, scribbling away.

“FUHUCK!!- NONONOHOHO!- THAHATS NOHOT FUHUCKIN’ FAHAHAIR YOHOU PRIHICK-!!” husk shrieked.

“life isn’t fair, husker. you should know.” alastor replied.

husks paws(feet) kicked, one tried to go up far enough to kick alastor away.

no luck. the only thing that brought was trouble.

alastor summoned another tendril just in time to catch husks ankle.

shit.

“you should learn not to result to violence, my friend!~” alastor said in a teasy tone.

the tip of the tendril wiggled on the bottom of husks paw, right on the pawpads center.

“FAAHAHAHAHCK!- NOHOHOHO!-“

well.. alastor was write about the torture thing. husk was now being tickled on his hips, paw, and tummy. it was definitely torture for the poor guy.

alastor on the other hand? he was having a BLAST. this was hysterical.

“whats the matter? can’t take it?” alastor asked sarcastically, he didn’t care either way.

husk tried to respond, but just squeaked and let out another string of giggles when he felt alastors hands move to his ribs, along with his shadows hands moving to his hips instead.

“wonderful answer. truely mindsetting!” alastor said.. again.. sarcastically.

“SHUHUT UHUP YOHOU FUHUCKIN- PFFFSHHHIIHIHAHHAHA!- STAHAHP!-“ husk yelled.

“why should I? you disobeyed me. this is a fair punishment for your horrendous behavior.”

alastor scribbled his claws down husks ribs, then to his tummy once again.. except this time it was more around his bellybutton.

and when I tell you that made him scream bloody murder. which delighted alastor’s sadistic ego to a max.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHA!- YOHOHOU!- SIHIHICK FAHAHAAHACK!-“ husk cried out.

tears welted up in husks eyes as he thrashed around in the tendrils grip. It was amusing.

but, unfortunately.. alastor had more to do than torture his feline friend.

the tendrils suddenly vanished. making husk fall face first onto the hotels floor with a grunt.

“learn your lesson, pet?” alastor asked as he leaned on his staff.

husk looked up at alastor, still giggling a bit. but he nodded.

“y-yehes.. bohohoss.” husk said.

“good!” alastor grinned. “well then, I best be off! don’t get yourself into much trouble, pussycat!~”

alastor leaned down and patted husks head, earning a low growl.

alastors straightened his posture once again, then vanished into the shadows.

husk stood up shakily, grabbing the bar counter for support as he walked back behind it.

(woah, that was a rollercoaster.. SHORT.. but wild.. also sorry I couldn’t get this out sooner! I was trying to write it while in a lee mood.. and I got stuck half way through typing out the tummy tickles… phantoms are my worst enemy…)