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Don’t Squish the Cat

Summary: Husk gets annoyed with Angel after he helps Alastor squish him

Pairing: Husk & Angel Dust (feat. Alastor and the rest of the gang)

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: This is SFW but Hazbin Hotel deals with mature subjects so some things will be mentioned

A/N: A suggestion from @kirausamaria ☺️💛thank you so much for the request. I decided to use a topic of a funny animation I found on Youtube

Charlie and Vaggie were cleaning with Niffty when the boys suddenly came flying down the hall, chasing Husk who clearly wanted nothing to do with Alastor and Angel Dust. This wasn’t new, Alastor and Angel both had a thing for bothering the cat but nothing became this crazy before.

“ANGEL DUST!!! ALASTOR!!! OHH YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Husk growled, suddenly finding himself squished under the spider and radio demon.

Alastor and Angel were both laughing as they squished Husk to the floor and smiled at Charlie, Niffty and Vaggie. Husk puffed up and growled at the two attackers and gave a good fight.

“Uhhh...what are you guys doing?” Charlie asked, unsure whether to laugh or be confused.

“What are we doing ya ask?” Angel asked, patting Husk’s lower back.

“GET OFF ME YOU BITCH!” Husk growled.

“He clearly isn’t happy...” Vaggie grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Squish that cat.” Alastor said, using his tendrils to hold Husk down along with Angel. “All you gotta do is...”

“Get off of me...”

“Squish...”

“You fucking assholes...”

“That...”

“I’m gonna kill you all!!”

“Cat!”

Charlie and Niffty giggled as Husk stayed squished under Angel and Alastor. Vaggie just sighed, knowing that this was just a way for Husk to seek revenge after. Great, more chaos in the Hazbin Hotel!

“Ohhh!! Harder Husky!” Angel moaned, making Alastor visibly uncomfortable and making Husk more angry.

“Ahh! Get off of me you horny spider!” Husk spat.

“Ohh! But I wanna...”

“GET OFF!! CHARLIE! VAGGIE! NIFFTY! GET THEM OFF ME PLEASE!! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!! I’LL STOP DRINKING BEER! JUST PLEASE GET THEM OFF!”

“Let him go! He’s literally gonna kill someone!” Vaggie sighed, seeing Husk begin to puff up and transform to his demon state.

“Alright, okay! You’re free Husker! Angel is rather disturbing me with the position he is in.” Alastor laughed, letting the very pissy cat up. “Here’s booze for all the trouble.”

Husk snarled and snatched the beer out of Alastor’s hand as Niffty suddenly jumped on him. He could never get mad at Niffty so he simply pat her head but glared at Alastor and Angel.

“You two!!! I’m gonna fucking get my revenge!!” he growled, walking away to cool off and have booze.

After a few hours of relaxing, Husk was ready for some revenge. He began to search for Vaggie who magically knew all the great ways to get revenge on someone, especially Angel.

“Pssstt! Vaggie! C’mere!” Husk hissed when Vaggie passed by his room.

“What?” Vaggie asked.

“Any ideas on how to get revenge on Angel? I wanna get him back before I attack Al...but I don’t wanna hurt anyone.” he whispered, careful to avoid Alastor and Angel since they had rather incredible hearing.

Vaggie chuckled and winked. “Tickle Angel Dust. Actually, tickle both of them!” she replied. “Just a warning, Angel may like it but he does have is limits. Alastor would probably shit himself.”

“And you know this becauseeee...?” Husk asked.

“Dude, Al is a fucking slob and tracked mud in here! Niffty, Charlie and I spent hours cleaning the radio demon and he wouldn’t stop laughing...Angel? I caught Alastor tickling him a few times. I swear that’s why they’ve been fighting less.” Vaggie replied. “Have fun seeking revenge.”

“Thanks! Al’s off the hook...for now since he gave me a bottle.” Husk chuckled, watching Vaggie groan and face palm.

“Don’t get too drunk. We don’t wanna come to your rescue.” she said, walking away to find the girls.

All was going according to planned as Husk watched Angel like a hawk from his perch. An unsuspecting Angel Dust was lying on his bed, clearly happy and petting his adorable pet pig, Fat Nuggets. Husk did a cat-like shimmy before he pounced, scaring Fat Nuggets away and causing Angel to shriek in shock.

“SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKER!!” Husk shouted, landing on Angel Dust and quickly subduing the spider demon.

“AAHHHH! WHAT THE?? HUSK??” Angel shrieked, stopping all of his struggles.

“You little bitch, you deserve what’s coming to you!” Husk growled, not hesitating to dig into Angel’s sides.

Angel shrieked and immediately began to flail about, giggles and squeals escaping at each moment. Husk was very pleased by this and it only encouraged him to continue.

“WAIT!! W-WAHAHAIT!! HUSK!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Angel pleaded, summoning his third set of arms and covering his torso. “WHY AHARE YOU DOING THIS??”

Husk scoffed and pried Angel’s arms away from his sides, deciding to use his wings instead and smirked when Angel screeched.

“You and Al decided to squish me...I think a little revenge never hurt anyone.” he replied, laughing evilly as Angel thrashed underneath him.

“FUUHUHUHUCK!! WHY DOHOHO YOUR WINGS WORK SO WEHEHELL?!?!” Angel laughed, snorting suddenly and covering his mouth. He couldn’t make these noises around Husk when he had a itty, bitty, tiny baby crush on him.

“Cuz it does! Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop.” Husk taunted, seeing no signs of Angel submitting to him.

Angel never wanted Husk to stop doing anything...unless he was like Valentino which of course he wasn’t. Husk was nicer than Val any day and Angel would put up with anything the cat threw at him, especially if it were tickles.

Surprisingly, Angel really likes being tickled. It’s one of the few things that he doesn’t find sexual. He had experience being tied and tickled thanks to kinky clients who wanted to figure out if Hell’s number one porn star was ticklish. Val and Vox tickled him and he hated that but this was Husk. Husk was a cool dude and Angel could handle Husk’s tickle torture. Angel would let anyone at the hotel tickle him and Husk’s tickles were nothing compared to the other types of tickles he felt.

“NOOHOHO!! NEHEHEVER! I WILL NEHEHEVER GIVE IN!” Angel replied, stubborn as hell and wanting to endure a good tickle. “HIT ME WITH YOUR BEHEHEST SHOT!!”

“Aiya...alright then. Tickle torture it is.” Husk said, holding Angel’s first set of arms and ticklish his underarms with his wings. “Gotta get under each set of arms.”

Angel was a laughing mess as Husk worked his way up to the next set of arms, using his wings to torture Angel. With all the squirming, Husk found it a bit tricky since he had only one set of arms, but Angel was taking it like a champ.

“HUHUHUSK!! ST-STAHAHAP!! STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI WILL FUCKING PISS ON YA!” Angel screeched, curling up as Husk began to use his claws to attack his hips. “NOHOHO! NOT THE HIPS! AAHAHAAA!! AHAHANYWHERE ELSE!! DOHOHON’T GO DOWN!!”

“Aww! Can you not take it anymore? All you gotta do is apologize to me you son of a bitch.” Husk sang, squeezing at every spot he knew would be a ticklish spot.

After a few seconds, Husk had Angel screaming with hysterical laughter and begging for him to stop. Husk found it interesting because Angel seemed to enjoy it and didn’t want the torture to end, he was just begging out of nature.

Husk puffed up and winced when Angel let out a rather loud scream and paused to see where in the seven rings he touched. Looking at Angel’s body, Husk realized he had touched Angel’s thighs.

“Husk! Dohohon’t you dare!” Angel warned, curling in on himself further.

“Someone has ticklish thighs...” Husk teased, gently scribbling on Angel’s thighs.

“No! Nono, my thihighs ahahren’t a-AAAHAHAHA OKAHHAHAY!! OKAY THEY’RE TICKLISH!! THEHEHEHEY’RE TIHIHICKLISH! STAAAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI’M SO SORRY!! SO VERY TRULY FUCKIN’ SOHOHORRY!! SHIHIHIT!!” Angel all but howled as Husk squeezed all over his thighs.

“Are you sorry?” Husk asked, stopping his tickle torture briefly.

“Not really...but I can fake it if it’ll get your dick leakin’, Husky.” Angel replied in his normal, vulgar manner.

“Riiigghhttt...anyways, I’ll just tickle you until you’re sincere.” Husk growled, attacking Angel’s ribs.

“Oh bite me!” Angel challenged, suddenly shrieking with laughter as Husk actually began to bite his tummy. “I DIDN’T MEHEHEAN LITERALLY!!”

“Hey!! Stop tickling Angel!”

The two looked up to see Charlie and everyone else in the doorway either smiling, confused or giggling. Vaggie was watching them with a smug look.

“Husk, let Angel go. He is almost about to pass out.” Charlie giggled as Husk gave Angel one more tickle to his ribs and let him up.

Immediately after being freed, Angel curled up and let out a happy squeal as he rolled off of his bed and began to roll towards his friends. Everyone laughed and looked down at the spider.

“Now that - that is a demon who got wrecked!” Husk chuckled, dusting his hands off and walking away. “You’re next Alastor!”

Everyone giggled and looked at Alastor who suddenly seemed to have stopped functioning for five seconds. Angel burst into giggles when Alastor looked at him and then at the direction Husk walked in.

“Is he serious?” Alastor asked.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Angel replied, hugging his sides. “Better run while ya can, Smiles.”

Alastor has never avoided Husk so much in his entire life in Hell.

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Imagine being pinned down/manhandled in someway that you can’t cover your face or ears so if your ler wanted to they could tease you into a blushing mess so that you can’t fight at all when they start to tickle you hhhhhh

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MMm that wing tickling art got me thinking…

As I mentioned, wing tickles are SEVERELY underrated! Think about it, two huge flappers with plenty of room for new tickle spots, especially the ‘wing’ pit, which I imagine is ultra sensitive ,,,,

 A winged lee trying so hard not to slap their ler with their wing as they laugh, or their other wing just going ballistic as they squirm from the sensations ;;0;;

And don’t get me STARTED on winged lers…that is some power. Especially lers with feathered wings 👀. Imagine someone with huge feathers, and probably thousands of them, able to brush them up and down their lee’s body, and with two whole free hands to hold them with!!!!! Imagine a ler just giving their lee a biiiig wing hug, wrapping them in all that tickly softness ajsjskak

So good, so cute 🥺🥺

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When the hell did this get over 500 notes-

Started thinking about this and I won't be able to sleep if I don't delve into it more.

Angel Dust is /extremely/ ticklish. Anything can get him cackling, from light traces to rough scratches and it drives him utterly insane. More than once a 'customer' of his has requested his time for this exact purpose, just to tickle the living daylights out of him. That said, Angel is also an amazing ler. 6 arms and all that fluff? You better be prepared to get wrecked.

Alastor, on the other hand, doesnt respond to intense tickles. Angel tried only once, and it actually caused Alastor some pain. It took a long time for Angel to get over his guilt of that and instead try softer tickles. Alastor laughs at the misery of others often, but the one thing he /never/ does it giggle. So when Angel finds that taking off the radio demon's gloves and tracing his palm, or drawing shapes on his back, or even just blowing on his neck can reduce Alastor to a puddle, he obviously wouldn't let it go.

Oh god, and when Angel finds out Alastor snorts, he loses his mind

Of course, Alastor got revenge on Angel plenty times. It was a sworn secret between the two: no one else was to know of Alastor's weakness, and in return Angel would be spared from Alastor's merciless destruction.

That rule became more flexible with their public relationship. Though, Alastor did have a reputation to uphold. The hotel knew. But any further, and Angel would be hoarse and seeing stars.

Not that either of the two would mind.

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I started thinking about Ollie's fic and things,, escalated

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tickle interrogations r so gr8, here’s bullet points:

when all other methods have failed and the idea of tickling the informant just seems silly, but it turns out they’re super ticklish and the interrogator lights up with sadistic glee

when the interrogator just happens to brush the informant’s side and is deviously surprised when they see a flinch

“we have ways of making you talk” and any variant thereof

“i’m very patient, darling, i can do this all day~”

slow, methodical tickling with soft, sly tickle talk

the interrogator casually threatening to let the informant’s other enemies/rivals know about how damn ticklish they are

fingers hovering over the death spot as the interrogator asks a question, diving right in if the answer isn’t satisfactory

the informant crying out “i’ll talk! i’ll talk!” or “i’ll tell you everything!” between hysterical laughter

the interrogator gives them a break to confess but the informant just steels themselves and whimpers ‘do your worst’

the informant being given a choice between, say, spilling the beans or having a raspberry blown on their ticklish ribs, with only frantic 10 seconds to make that decision

the informant tells false information just to get a break from the tickling, is punished severely

playfully punishing the informant for withholding information for so long

the informant’s buddies swoop in at the last minute and either gleefully note their friend’s ticklishness or dish out punishment on the interrogator

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The worst thing is when you’re being teased and the teaser says something about how you’re blushing or they can see a smile and stuff like that. Like “look at how red your face is! N'aww was that a smile? I think I saw a smile.” Shit like that kiiiiiills me in the best way possible.

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Commission for @bigjohnnycool

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Hello! Hope you’re having a good day! Something I’ve been wanting to see for a while if you can is Vox tickling Alastor. Seems like something the radio demons rival would use against him lol

Vox was fun to draw :0 

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Rainy Day

(So I know I don’t have any followers who are even…remotely interested. But I woke up to the sound of rain today, and I had an idea. First fic on this blog, sorry if it’s not deserving of being here. Tagging @oliviaischillin1204 and @little-lee-stories as they were the writers who most inspired me not only to write this, but to post it as well.)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Roceit

Characters: Lee!Deceit and Ler!Roman

Words: 1404

Deceit was lying down on the couch in his usual spot, cocooned up in several blankets and preparing for his daily afternoon nap. His bowler hat was off to the side on the arm of the couch, and he felt fidgety and uncomfortable.

You see, it happened to be raining that particular day, and rain only made things harder for Deceit. He loved to lay in the sunshine as it streamed through the curtains, warming his scales and putting him to sleep with ease. The dreariness that came with rain only annoyed him and made him wish it would go away. Even the gentle sound of raindrops outside vexed him further.

Logan, who loved the rain (but never went outside anyways), told him it would be fine and that he could just cuddle up with plenty of blankets. The yellow side was grumpy about this, but took Logan’s advice, which brought him to his current situation. It was still impossible to sleep. Just wonderful.

“Hello, Deceit!~” a familiar and cheery voice sang out.

“Well,” Deceit mumbled, “the day just got a bit better.”

Roman sprung over to the couch, clearly excited for whatever reason, and Deceit sat up to greet him. Even with how annoyed and tired he felt, he still cuddled up to his boyfriend and gave him a small kiss on the cheek…somehow with all of those blankets still covering him like a fluffy shield.

“How are you today, my love?” he purred, and Deceit flushed a lovely shade of red.

“The sun’s not out,” was his only answer. Roman chuckled and cuddled further into him, already making him warmer and much more comfortable. He pulled Deceit back down onto the couch and snuggled him from behind.

“Guess I’ll just have to warm you up then!~”

Deceit sighed and stayed where he was, slightly concerned that the other sides would see him being so openly friendly, but he shrugged it off. His shoulders relaxed, and Roman pulled him closer to his chest. Though he still wasn’t tired, this was definitely an improvement.

A few gentle kisses to his ear startled him, and he jolted at the touch. It was unexpected, yes, but not unpleasant. As if he’d ever audibly admit that. Roman hummed a bit, and as Deceit relaxed again, more tickly kisses were planted along the shell of his ear. With this only came very slight shaking and the quietest of sweet giggles.

“Are you…laughing?” Roman suddenly asked, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. Deceit flinched and buried his face in the blankets.

“Abssssolutely not. As if I ever would.”

Raising an eyebrow and thoroughly amused, Roman held Deceit as close as he could and resumed kissing his ear, though now those kisses also trailed down to what parts of his neck he could reach. And, thanks to the angle the two were lying in, those kisses were pressed very gently into Deceit’s scales.

This prompted a soft squeak, and Deceit squirmed with embarrassment. He was already ticklish enough, but his scales were so much more sensitive. That only made the situation more flustering and ridiculous. The yellow side decided that this was, in fact, too ridiculous – he would not laugh. He would not let Roman know about this silly little part of him. He was stubborn, and he had outwitted Roman before, so why not now?

“Because this is unbearable, that’s why.”

“Come on, luv,” Roman whispered gently, his hand slipping through the folds of the blankets without Deceit noticing. “It’s alright, there’s no need to be so tense. I can really stop if you want me to.”

Oh god. He had to admit it. Deceit groaned and hid his face further, trying to make a choice – tell Roman that this was bothersome and keep his secret, or sacrifice his dignity for a few minutes of joy. He bit his tongue so as to not speak too early and turn into a stuttering mess. Deep in thought, it took him a few moments, until he decided.

“I…I want you to stop.”

The strange inflection on the word “want” confused Roman for a second, until he figured it out. That voice was one Deceit used often, even in his presence. It was the kind of voice that had given him away when he first appeared to Thomas. A small smile crept onto his face, and he kissed the back of Deceit’s head.

“So you don’t want me to stop, is that it?” Deceit’s ears burned with crimson, and Roman chuckled. He began scribbling his fingers along Deceit’s stomach, which prompted a quiet snort. “Aw…with pleasure, my dear.”

Deceit was instantly a mess, not broken into laughter, but extremely flustered with no way to recover from it. The blankets were falling away and slipping onto the floor, so he took to hiding his mirthful giggles in his hands. Unfortunately, this allowed Roman even easier access to his stomach, which he immediately took advantage of.

“Rohohomannn!” Deceit whined. “Nohohohohooo!”

“No?” Roman asked, feigning shock. “But dear, you asked me to tickle you! So why no?”

Somehow, it was possible for Deceit to blush further. It was getting harder and harder to contain his laughter, and Roman’s teasing was just making it worse. Worse as in better, as Deceit’s own thoughts told him.

He yipped in surprise as Roman’s hand slipped up his shirt, then went back to squirming and giggling as his stomach was gently scratched. The fanciful side was surprisingly good at this, and it would have even been peaceful if Deceit wasn’t so embarrassed. His giggling turned into slightly pitched laughter as his scales caught his boyfriend’s attention.

“Rohohohomahahahn! Nahahahat the scahahahalessss!”

“Not the scales?” the creative side mused, the hiss and laughter giving him a smile of his own. “But you seem to be so happy! You’re laughing, aren’t you?”

“Sssshahahahaddup!”

At that statement, Deceit managed to roll over and face his mischievous boyfriend, but he immediately realized that it was a mistake. First, Roman could see exactly how flushed he was, and could also see the wobbly smile on his face. Second, Deceit could see Roman’s face as well, and the delighted glint in his eyes paired with a devilish smirk. And third, with Deceit being so close and leaving no room to attack his stomach…Roman’s devious hands went to his lower back instead.

Deceit positively shrieked, and the sound must have startled anyone else within earshot, but Roman was filled with glee at the sound. “Ahahahahahaha! N-nahahahat there! A-ahahahanywhehehere buhuhut thehehere!” His laughter grew to a humiliatingly high pitch, and only got louder as the tickling continued.

“Awww, did I find a soft spot?~” Roman cooed, his hands gently kneading around the spine and skimming his sides every so often. Deceit couldn’t answer – he was in hysterics at this point, and as one of Roman’s hands snuck to press into his shoulder blades, he found himself unable to think. He was just there, cackling while squirming and with his eyes filling to the brim with tears.

It was wonderful.

After a few minutes, which felt like a blissful hour to Deceit, his boyfriend slowed and stopped tickling. Instead, he rubbed his back with a soft touch, something akin to a tender massage. Deceit’s hiccuping and flinching turned into slight trembling, then slowly calmed into just stillness and leisure. He rarely ever felt such peace.

“Did you enjoy yourself, luv?” Roman asked sweetly, taking a very comforting tone to his voice. Deceit could only nod as a kiss was planted on his forehead. Thoughts of humiliation and shame were far behind him – he was just here, with Roman, warm and cuddled up while raindrops still rapped on the window.

Roman snatched the fallen blankets off of the floor and draped them back over Deceit, though he was now under the covers as well. Deceit yawned quietly and buried his face in Roman’s chest, wrapping his arms all the way around him and cuddling with such free elation.

“I will get you back eventually,” he hissed, but his threat sounded much less menacing from his current position. After a few more moments of just quiet, Roman was surprisingly asleep – he must have tired himself out. Unable to force away a smile, Deceit kissed his nose and felt himself begin to drift off as well.

Perhaps rainy days weren’t so bad after all.

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I was rewatching the series and I noticed that pre aa! Virgil had some big tough guy energy. I had to change that :3

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can we see some more lee kirishima 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 baby boy being destroyed u know ?

baby boy being DESTROYEDDDDD

i really suck at dialogue lmaofdd pretend hes like. begging and wheezing and his laughter gets all high pitched after a while and STUFF 

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i decided to draw a ticklish Logan because he deserves it and he’s such a cutie 🥺🥺💜

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Ok. So just imagine this. Logan is ticklish boi. So just imagine all the Sides (and Thomas) just poking his sides and him trying to be serious and pull himself together

Virgil: *poke*

Deceit: *poke*

Patton: *poke*

Roman: *poke*

Remus: *poke*

Thomas: *poke*

Logan: Pfft! *poke* Stahap! *poke* No! *poke* Wait! *poke*

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I either want to be interrogated with tickles and have my pleads ignored or have someone under my hands and make them beg for mercy. There’s...no in between. This is fking ridiculous 😤

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TICKLE GAME IDEA

Trying to kiss your Ler while they tickle you

Like imagine trying to put your lips in the kiss shape but not being able to cause you’re laughing so hard

So you end up just giggling into their face

Oh god

(Should I ask my gf?? If she’d wanna try???)

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Some things that are undeniably cute.

~ Ticklish squeaks when a new spot is suddenly discovered.

~ Blushing when complimented about your ticklish laughter.

~ Kicking you feet when your’re face down as skittering fingers slowly walk up your sides.

~ Pursed lips when you try and stifle your giggles.

~ The way your eyes get wide with anticipation at the sight of wiggling fingers.

~ Ticklish squirms right before you get wrecked.

~ Whining when complimented about how adorable you are.

~ Not-so-subtlety burying evidence of how ticklish you really are in the tags.

~ Rolling around and laughing when skittering fingers roam across your tummy.

~ The way you embarrassingly lean into light tickling when cuddling.

~ Curling up and trying to protect your ticklish spots

~ Being called your favorite petname while being tickled.

There you have it. Undeniable!