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yep okay yeah

Let me tickle you and distract you from anything that might be bothering you, let me make being tickled the only thing on your mind, just focus on the feeling of my nails gliding across your sensitive spots until all you can think of is how much it tickles, think you can do that for me?

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Oh god I’d die but also yes

apparently there's a spa like half an hour from my house that does tkl massages ???????

DO I DARE ????

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hi girlie! i love your writing and i wanted to know if you could write some headcanons for the beatles having cute pillow/tickle fights with their partner?

they’re just so cheeky and playful i can totally see them doing adorable stuff like that <3

𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘/𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

꒰ pairing ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ hi love!! omg this is the cutest request.. absolutely... HOPE YOU LIKE!!

꒰ JOHN ꒱

“Oh, you wanna start somethin’? You sure, sweetheart? 'Cause I don't play fair.”

Don't be fooled by the quote. He usually starts it, obviously.

Throws a pillow at you while you’re reading or lying down, pretending it “fell off the couch.”

You call him out. He grins. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

He absolutely tickles first without warning.

Like grabs your knee out of nowhere and laughs when you jolt and nearly fall off the bed.

If you fight back (and you do), he’ll act betrayed.

“How dare you. I’m delicate.”

Has this maniacal, delighted cackle when you get him in a bad spot, like if you manage to get under his arms or sides.

“You little-!” squealing but like, lennon-style: gruff and annoyed but also genuinely losing it.

It turns into a wrestle.

Every time.

He pins you and you squirm and he’s laughing through his teeth but trying to stay composed.

Afterward, he’ll lay dramatically on the floor like he’s been “mortally wounded” and reach for you. “Kiss me farewell, I’m not long for this world.”

Lives for these moments, because you make him laugh without needing to say anything clever.

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“C’mon, love, no fair hittin’ me when m’back’s turned!”

Paul’s the most playful out of the four.

Pillow fights happen everywhere. The bed. The tour bus. Hotel rooms.

Will literally start a tickle war just to make you laugh. “You’ve got the cutest laugh, y’know that?”

He’s a sucker for when you get serious, grabbing a pillow, narrowing your eyes, all that.

You’ll be mid-fight and he’ll suddenly scoop you up like you weigh nothing and just drop you onto the bed while giggling uncontrollably.

He is ticklish.

Very.

Under his ribs and around his neck. If you find out, he’s doomed.

“No no no-no! I’m serious, that’s ILLEGAL!”

Tries to pretend he’s got the upper hand but loses instantly when you surprise him.

Loves the aftermath just as much, messy hair, both of you breathless and curled up in a pile of pillows.

Will 100% nuzzle you and go, “Let’s call it a truce... until tomorrow, anyway.”

Sometimes he makes the excuse that it’s “exercise,” then uses it as a reason to tackle you again five minutes later.

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“I’m not doin’ anything. You’re the one flailin’ round like a goose.”

George doesn’t start the pillow fight.

He plots it.

You tease him earlier in the day, make a snide little comment, and then it comes back to haunt you at 10p.m.

One look in his eyes and you know: oh no.

Smacks you with a pillow once and runs. It’s on.

He’s sneaky, hides behind furniture, pops up and goes “Boo!” with a flying pillow.

When it escalates to tickling, he gets this wicked grin.

He knows exactly where to go to make you yelp.

You get him back and he lets out this startled squawk.

Tries to be smooth about it but ends up giggling like a schoolboy when you chase him around the room.

Gets this low, breathless laugh when he’s actually tickled, it’s very real.

George is the type to instigate under the guise of complete innocence.

You’ll walk past him and he’ll just bap the back of your leg with a pillow and keep strumming his guitar like nothing happened.

“What? That wasn’t me. Must’ve been the wind.”

He’s a pinner. Uses his longer limbs to trap you in place.

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“You hit me in the eye! That’s assault! I’m callin’ the coppers.”

He won’t start the pillow fight, but the second you bop him with a pillow?

“Oh, that’s it. I was bein’ nice.”

Throws one back, then laughs like a little kid when it hits your head and you freeze in mock betrayal.

He screeches if you tickle him. It’s not subtle.

Not particularly fast, so he tries to distract you with jokes and accents.

“Oh no, m’lord, spare me the indignity-!”

You end up collapsing on top of him and he just holds you there, arms around your back, chuckling into your shoulder.

He starts tickle fights more than anyone, especially if you’re trying to be serious. He’ll wiggle his fingers and go, “Are you mad? You look mad. Let’s fix that.”

You’ll be halfway through folding laundry when he pounces. Or in the middle of brushing your teeth. Nowhere is safe.

He laughs so much it becomes contagious.

He loses all pillow fights. Will loudly accuse you of cheating every time.

Ends with him laying across your lap, still breathless, grinning up at you. “Next time I’m bringing reinforcements.”

He never does.

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(Messy sketch alert) Don't you love just innocently cuddling someone before turning them into a giggling mess?

Because I unfortunately do.

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Still alive!

I'm alive

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I'm alive

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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do y’all like a grumpy stoic ‘i’m not ticklish and don’t even try it’ lee or goofy sunshine already giggling before you even touch them lee

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Excuse me while I go SCREAM

hi @gladdygirl18 I’m your squealing santa!! I chose the pairing Bucciarati/Abbacchio and the prompt “Bratty and annoying Lee + annoyed and vengeful Ler (nuff said)”

thank you to @squealing-santa for hosting this year!!

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I’m really into Hazbin Hotel lately as you can see. I had this silly idea where I could do some teasy audio in Alastor’s voice, thoughts?

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give me a minute while I scream

A grand old time!

A/N: Alright! Now that I finally have some time to myself, I can get back into writing! Doing prompts in the order the idea comes to me! For @giulscomix who requested Charlie finding out Alastor's ticklish! Ugh, your prompt was adorable darling, thanks for sending it in! I know I already established this with a fic a while back but for the sake of prompts, I'M DOING IT AGAIN! Hope you like it!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Charlie and Alastor

Warnings: Fluff and tickles. You've been warned!

Pairings: Slight Chalastor if ya squint

Summary: Charlie's intrigued by Alastor's ears. He allows her to touch them only for a well guarded secret to surface...

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With another day at the hotel in full swing, Charlie was out and about greeting and talking to guests. Everything had been going smooth, thus far. There hadn't been all that much trouble.

Alastor was out as well, enjoying Charlie's company and a drink at Husk's. The princess was always fun to have conversation with. She was so energetic and bubbly, it was contagious!

Currently, they were having a conversation about... cute things. Inwardly, Alastor cringed but for Charlie, he’d endure it. Well, he’d endure it for those he considered ‘his people.’

They were now conversating about his ‘deer ears.’

"Wait. So they're actual ears?" Charlie inquired, practically going starry eyed.

Alastor chuckled at her reaction. Ah, the princess was so cute. "Yes, as a matter of fact," he confirmed. “Well... I can make them so, with my Hell powers. My actual ears are under my hair!”

Charlie was grinning like an excited kid. She always wondered but this just made him cuter to her.

"Uhhh..." She lifted a hand hesitantly. She knew he hated being touched. "May I...?"

Alastor thought a minute. He trusted her, yes and they were alone...

"You may."

The princess squeed, making Alastor raise an amused eyebrow. Such a fuss over something so simple but that was Charlie!

He snapped his fingers. The tufts of hair sticking up, became more 3D in a sense. More like actual ears, rather than just hair.

She reached up and lightly petted an ear as if he were an animal. Then something peculiar happened. He snickered.

Charlie stopped, wondering what made him laugh, before resuming. Once she did, another choked back snicker came hissing out through clenched teeth.

"What's so funny?"

Alastor shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. Charlie looked at him quizzically before a lightbulb went off in her head.

"You're ticklish?!"

"Absolutely nahahat!" The Radio Demon lied.

"Then why are ya laughing?" Charlie responded, poking him once in the ribs.

Alastor flinched hard with another snicker.

Ok. Maybe. Maybe he'd trust her with this well guarded secret. He was a powerful, demonic overlord with a reputation, though with her, he felt more at ease. He couldn't explain it.

"Mahaybe a little," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

Charlie's smile was teasing and mischevious. She wiggled her fingers teasingly at him and his grin became a snarl.

Alastor’s stomach churned with a nervousness, he’d not known, since he was a boy, when his mother tickled him silly.

“I won’t, if you reeeeally don’t want me to!” Charlie spoke up. “I know how you are with others touching you.”

The Radio Demon thought a moment. Yes, Charlie could keep it discreet and secret but could he let his guard down enough to allow her?

Yes, he decided, he could.

Alastor snapped his fingers. They were in his room in an instant. “Here.” He stated. “We may continue here.”

Charlie’s grin widened. He was actually gonna let her tickle him?! This. Was. Gonna. Be. FUN!

“Okay, okay, lay down!” The princess instructed.

Alastor chuckled, removing his monocle, jacket, and even shoes. His freed feet wiggled slightly in his socks. Charlie was a bit disappointed. Through his socks, his feet looked human. She always thought they’d be hooves!

“Dear, I know how tickling works. I just haven’t been on the receiving end in an extremely long time.” He stretched out on his back, on his bed, allowing the giddy princess to have her fun.

“...So, do you remember where you’re ticklish?”

Alastor gulped and nodded. “I do, princess, yes.”

“Oooh! Where?”

The demon threw his head back, laughing heartily and loudly. Like he was just going to just give up his spots!

“I’m afraid you’ll have to figure that one out yourself!” He teased.

Charlie curiously reached both hands out and began squeezing his sides like lobster claws. Alastor jolted instantly, chuckling a bit, gripping at the sheets, so he wouldn’t lash out.

Pretty good start, the princess thought. Switching tactics, she ran her manicured nails up his sides and ribs. Alastor clamped his lips together to not laugh and give her the satisfaction.

“Aw, c’mon, lemme see that smile!” Charlie teased lightly. “Never fully dressed without one, ya know! Tickle, tickle, tickle!~”

Shit, that did it. Damn her teasing! On command, Alastor unpursed his lips and started giggling.

Wait. Giggling?! No, no, no! He threw his arms over his face to muffle the awful sound. The Radio Demon did not giggle!

Charlie saw this as an opportunity and dove her nails into his armpits. Vaggie had successfully gotten him to bathe today... which was impressive. So, he was clean.

Alastor made an undignified nasal noise and cackled in surprise. “FUHUHUHUCK!” Her nails were absolutely devastating! He couldn’t stop the constant, high pitched giggles and cackles, she coaxed from him.

Charlie was laughing right along with him. She always did like others laughter and his was highly contagious!

“Good spot?”

“HAHAHAHAHORRIBLE!”

“Want me to move?”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

She could hardly believe it. One of the most powerful overlords in all of Hell, was allowing her and trusting her to tickle him into a stupor.

And he was so giggly! Not at all what she expected! Experimentally, she buzzed her nails between some ribs, making him yelp and buck.

How were her nails so nimble and gentle?! Though, suppose Charlie had plenty of practice with Vaggie!

“Aaaany better?” Charlie laughed, plucking at his ribs, like a harp. His voice buzzed with a bit of static.

“N-Nahahahat reheheheheally...” Alastor snickered. Behind him, his tail wiggled.

“Hmm. Sorry! You better settle in! ‘Cause I’m not stopping anytime soon!”

Oh... what had he done?! He squirmed and bucked as her nails continuously pinched, danced, or poked along his rib cage, giggling helplessly as a leg kicked up in the air.

His giggles were heavy and hearty but Charlie noted that he’d not asked her to stop one time. His back arched up as she tickled the top most sets.

“I think you’re having fuuuuuun!~” She sang, slowly, tortuously walking her fingers down his ribs.

Alastor shook his head. He’d never admit it.

“No, huh? What if I just stopped tickling you all together? Do you want that?”

“Nohohohoho... Plehehehease...”

Charlie cocked an amused eyebrow at him. “Sooooo... keep going?” She surprised him with a sudden attack on his armpits, rubbing the muscle.

“YEHEHEHES! YES! HAHAHAHA!”

Part of her loved this power. It was fun being the tickler rather than the ticklee for once! That again, it was Alastor at her ticklish mercy!

“Well then, don’t lie to your boss!” Charlie said, fluttering her nails in the crook of his neck, making him giggle stupidly and shrug his shoulder up.

She stayed on his ribs and sides for a good minute, before pushing his suit out of the way, revealing his scarred belly.

Her smile fell for a second as she looked at the multitude of scar tissue. What did this? Or who?

Alastor tutted, cupping her cheek. “Now, now, don’t frown, darling. No need to concern yourself with that nasty business,” he comforted.

Charlie leaned into his large hand and her smile returned. He placed his hands back on the bed, bracing himself. In life, as a child, his stomach was one of his worst spots.

Didn’t take much for his mother to utterly destroy him with tickles. Just her tickling that little tummy was enough and he’d be a happy, ball of giggles.

He wondered if that had changed with age. Alastor hoped so or he’d be in for some shit!

“I’m gonna get your belly!~” Charlie sang with a snicker, spidering all ten nails across his belly, just as her dad did when she was little.

Oh, this spot had not changed! He was fucked! A whine of mic feedback gave way to an honest-to-Lucifer squeal, as he was thrown into near belly laughter. His head was thrown back in wild, high pitched cackles as his feet beat the bed.

Charlie was nearly vibrating with glee. “No. Way! This is your worst spot?!”

“AHAHAHA! O-OHOHOHONE OHOHOHOF THEHEHEM! HEHEHEHAHA!”

Charlie giggled, giving the tummy light spider tickles and scratches, basking in his laughter. She loved it! He pounded the mattress with both fists, shifting side to side.

Hmmm... if nails were bad, what about...

The princess inhaled loudly, hoping this was not improper to him, before landing her lips on his bellybutton, blowing a loud, long raspberry.

Alastor shrieked! It had been so long since anyone did it to him, he was shocked but laughing too hard and too much to care! His shriek tapered off into more gleeful cackles as she did it again.

His head was thrown back again, eyes screwed shut in absolute mirth, he bucked once or twice but stilled himself out of concern for accidentally hurting the princess.

“CHAHAHAHARLIIIE!”

“Yeah?”

Laughter was his only reply. He couldn’t think straight! His head was in such a flurry. But he was enjoying himself. He felt lighter and happier.

It was when she started nibbling, was when he was starting to break. He couldn’t take much more. He was nearly a puddle.

“Need me to move again?”

Alastor nodded frantically, blubbering out more giggles.

“Plehehehease, cheheheher!”

Charlie nodded, taking his seriously. He had a very ticklish belly, she observed. She’d have to use nibbles and raspberries sparingly.

She summoned a bottle of water for him to drink. Alastor sipped steadily and gratefully.

“May I try your feet?”

Alastor took in her request. Much to his chagrin, he knew good and god damn well, that his feet were his worst spot. That hadn’t changed.

After his drink, he nodded. He trusted her enough.

But he already so giggly, he started giggling in anticipation as his sock was removed. Charlie moved positions and sat at his feet, ready to see how bad they were.

As she found out, his feet were indeed, his worst spot, worse than his belly. Her nails on his arches and soles, made him snort-giggle and his voice crackle with static.

She traced little designs with her nails and Alastor could barely withstand it, it was so tickly.

Though with Charlie, this was quite fun!

Once her nails hit his toes, he began to squeal more frequently to his embarrassment. He really should hate this but... he doesn’t. Yes, it made him feel EMOTIONS but they were good emotions. He was happy. No longer stressed from overlord work.

All Alastor could focus on, was the princess tickling him into oblivion. His laughter turned shrill when her fingers held two toes apart and invaded in between, gently scraping the sensitive skin there.

How he screeched! Worse than a banshee getting its wings tickled! It tickled so bad, a radio signal came through!

“NOOOOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT- I’m the man in the box! Buried in my shiiii- EHEHEHE!”

Charlie’s eyes widened before she laughed so hard, a tear came to her eye. She stopped, giving him another breather.

“Are you okay, Al? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Alastor panted happily, getting his breath back. He shook his head. “No, my dear, not at all! I’m right as rain!”

Charlie nodded. “Good. How are you feeling?”

“Rather happy, if I do say so myself!”

The princess beamed. “Really?! That’s great!”

Alastor chuckled. “Dear, I hate to be an old fuddy-duddy but I must ask, you keep this our secret. Nobody else needs to know that I’m ticklish.”

Charlie looked at him quizzically. “Why?”

Alastor took her hands in his, looking her in the eyes. “My reputation is very crucial to this hotel, you know that.”

“Yeah but... Al, we would never tell anybody outside!”

The Radio Demon thumbed her cheek. “Cher, I know to you, I’m being silly but please... for now anyway, keep it between us?” He implored.

Charlie kissed him on the cheek. “You’re not being silly, Alastor. I promise. Until you’re ready to tell everyone, nobody will know. I swear.”

Then he did something most peculiar: He kissed her forehead. “Merci, mon cher. It is deeply appreciated.

Charlie blushed but smiled. “Anything for you Al.”

“The feeling is mutual, princess.”

The rest of the day, they spent in the lounge, forgetting paperwork, overlord work and vice versa. It was time for some relaxation.

The Radio Demon felt freer than he had in decades. Perhaps... he’d go for tickles from her in the future.

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(Please try your best to ignore the title.

@milly23 here ya go! Hope this is alright!😊)

Warning: this is a tickle fic so if your not into that stuff you don’t have to read!

“Alastor...”

“Yes Angel??”

“For the last god damn time... turn off. The mother. Fucking. Jazz music.”

This had been going on for about 20 minutes now. Alastor was in a bit of a ‘I’m going to be the most annoying little shit in annoying little shit history probably ever’ mood, so he just figured he would go in angels room and blast obnoxiously loud and annoying jazz music, all while dancing around like a goof. How delightful....

Angels eye began to literally twitch at this point. He just wanted a peaceful afternoon but no. Al just had to be a bitch today, didn’t he. He covered his ears and groaned in annoyance, flopping down dramatically on his bed.

“Oh come on angie~” Alastor whined turning the music off What’s gotten you in such a rotten mood today? Where’s that smile of yours huh?” He asked grinning sitting down on the bed next to him poking Angels side.

“Your never fully dressed without one!”

Angel jerked away from his friends cursed pointy ass finger with a stuffed squeak he kept hidden with his hand. However he was relieved that the music was off, he knew exactly what was about to go down.

“Dont ya fuckin dare. Ya prick.” Angel tried to keep a serious glare on his face but failed miserably as he cracked a small smirk.

Alastor would almost ALWAYS tickle the feminine demon at any chance he got! Angel really shouldn’t be surprised anymore but he can’t look at anyone with a straight face and say the ‘t-word’ so I guess it’s pretty self explanatory. He didn’t mind being tickled at all actually. To be honest he thought it was fun! And something he could let someone do without it being sexual.

And Alastor knew all of this MUCH too well. He gave angels side another poke, emitting another shriek from the spider demon

“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” Angel remarked gaining a little too much confidence.

“I’m not sure what your referring to Angel~” Al said in a satanic, yet innocent tone while copying the same devilish smirk as his friend.

“Oh it’s on you son of a bi- AAH” the spider squealed as Alastor wasted no time tackling him onto the bed while digging his fingers into his sides.

And.... the war has officially begun..

“W-WAHAIT! Ahal- I wahasn’t reahady!!” Angel whined trying to cover his mouth to prevent any embarrassing noise escaping.

“Please forgive me, I guess I just didn’t seem to notice~” Alastor teased still smirking, all while scribbling his fingers up to angels ribs sending him into helpless giggles. What a bitch.

Angel gave up on trying to conceal his laughter and was now attempting to slap the radio demons hands away. But every time he’d manage to get his hands away from his ribs he’d just move from his ribs to his sides to his belly then back to his ribs and to his belly again then his sides.

“AhahaHAHALLL!!!!!!” Angel squeaked out as soon as Alastors hands touched his ribs.

“Angehellll!!!” Al copied in the same squeaky tone as Angel, now poking at his ribs which turned him into a giggly squirmy mess.

“GOHOD DAHAMN IT FUHUHUCK OFF!!” Angel screeched now reaching up and rapidly squeezing the others sides.

Alastor made an ‘oh-shit’ face struggling to contain himself still torturing the poor spiders ribs. He himself was actually surprisingly more ticklish than you’d think for ‘the radio demon’. But frankly he didn’t really mind the whole tickling thing. As long as it was with his friends or someone who he trusts.

He gave temporarily let up on tormenting Angel by trying to push his hands away from his sides

*cough cough* big mistake *cough*

Just as al took his hands off, Angel put on the most bitch smirk and took the opportunity to flip Alastor over, straddling him.

Still wearing the same smirk Angel stared his friend down. “Sorry ally, cant let this fight stay one sided forever~” he sneered beginning to drill his thumbs into the red demons hips which only caused him to turn even MORE red and let out this adorable girlish screech.

Alastor fucking lost it. Practically screaming with laughter, desperately trying to throw Angel off.

“noHOHO! STAHAHA- FUHUCK” al pleaded looking redder than a tomato.

Angel rolled his eyes laughing along with him. “Hey pal, you started this remember?”

This went on for about 5 more minutes (which felt like forever) until the now tomato demon got helplessly tired and tapped out.

Angel hesitantly relented “Aww~ already? I was beginning to actually have fun!” He teased giving Alastor one last Scribble to the neck

Al scrunched up his shoulders and slapped the others hand away. “Shutthefuckupasshole” he grumbled, however he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face.

Angel knew Alastor wasn’t mad. They could never be angry at each other for more than 30 minutes-

“Yeah, yeah whateveeerrr~” the spider replied teasingly. He got up walking to the door with his friend spread out on the bed still trying to catch his breath.

“Just don’t do it again dipshit. Got it? You know what’ll happen if you do~” he winked at the still looking tomato demon as he stood in the doorway.

“Fineee, fine..” Alastor sat up crossing his arms with a pouty look on his face

Just then Angel blew him a lil kiss before disappearing disappearing into the hall causing the other to roll his eyes.

Alastor sat on the bed pondering what had just happened for a few minutes. But there was one thing for sure.

He was SO. Blasting jazz music in angels room tomorrow.

(KENXKJWW sorry if this was too short or a little lazy! I’ve been caught up in school and I’ve been working on this as best as I could haha! But I hope this is ok!! qwq)

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The "Worst" prompts sounds fun! What about #19 with Alastor? Pls 🥺

I’m slowly working my way through these, bare with me. I loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was composed. It’s what he always portrayed himself as: the scary, stern demon who ran the joint, no matter how much Charlie said she was the boss. He knew who was really running the show.

He loved to put on a show for others, and that normally entailed scaring the shit out of them. And scary people were either completely unhinged, or totally composed. And he preferred the latter. Angel however, did not.

“Hey toots, where you off to in such a hurry?” he purred, slinging an arm over his shoulder and changing the direction Alastor had been walking.

“That’s my business, not yours,” he said, trying to slip away. Angel had a surprising grip.

“Y’know, I was talkin’ to the girls an’ we seem to be in agreement on somethin’.” Alastor rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“And what is that?”

“We don’t like how you’re tryin’ to pull the rug out from under Charlie,” he snapped, pointing a stern finger in his face. Alastor barely controlled an eye twitch. His smile stretched wider as he folded Angel’s hand back in a fist.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been nothing but helpful with her endeavors! I’m her prime sponsor!” he cheered.

Angel crossed all four of his arms, even tapping a foot. “Look, you may have her fooled, but Vags an’ I aren’t so naive as to trust ya.” Alastor’s patience was thinning, but he mustered a condescending smile.

“Look at you, using proper grammar! I’m so proud,” he cooed, reaching up to pat his head. Angel gawked and stumbled back, snatching his wrist.

“You think I’m playin’ but I’m not! We don’t know what your angle is, but we don’t trust you for a second. So just do us a favor, and let her run things herself without swoopin’ in to steal her thunder, alright?” he asked, shoving him back. Alastor waited for him to turn his back before he spoke.

“And what if I don’t?” Angel stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“Excuse me?”

“What? It’s a simple fact that there’s nothing any of you could do to stop me if I decide to get out of line,” he said, the last words mingled with static and a piercing ear ringing.

Before he knows it, Angel is right in front of him, glaring daggers down at him. From this perspective, he could imagine how intimidating he could’ve been in life. He didn’t know much about him from before he died, but he did know he was in the mob. And he had enough sense to know what they were capable of.

Which was why he was stumbling backwards and stuttering. He saw him rolling up his sleeves, probably planning to beat the shit out of him. There was a reason why he was the sly, devious… cunning kind of murderer, and that was because he was a wuss when it came to actual fights.

“Now w-wait a second.”

“Nah, I’m about sick an’ damn tired of your attitude.” And just like that, his hands were pinned above his head. What was really humiliating was the fact that Angel only had to use one hand to keep them there. He was just about to protest when he felt fingers skitter over his ears. He was caught by surprise and a startled giggle slipped out. Followed by another. And another.

“S-stohohop this ahahat once!” he demanded. Angel shook his head and tsked.

“I really would, but I don’t want to. I gotta say, seein’ you like this really douses what fear and respect I had left for you!” he teased, attacking his torso with his second pair of arms. Alastor shrieked and doubled over, staticky laughter pouring from his mouth.

“Ihihi will behehe sure to i-invoke thahahat fear tenfold!” he managed to growl out. Angel just laughed at him, using one hand to boop his nose before scribbling along the backs of his ears.

Alastor shook his head back and forth, desperately attempting to thwart his tickling hands.

It must’ve been ten minutes before Angel stopped. Alastor was a flustered, panting mess. Angel looked him up and down with a satisfied hum and a shrug. He leaned in and purred, “Back the hell off or else I’ll teach you another lesson.” He gave his cheek a pat, perhaps a little harder than was necessary. He sauntered off, leaving Alastor leaning against the wall.

He called after him, “You are by far the worst demon in hell!”

Without looking back, Angel said, “Aww that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

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OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING HOLY

I'd love to see anything with Alastor! If you don't mind, of course ❤️

I had a few requests for Alastor piling up! Nothing too wild; but he's a funny fella! And it felt appropriate, after the redesign reveal

Thank you!

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OH MY GOD???

Admittance and Angels

A/N: Hey! So thank you to @milly23 for sending me some of my first writing prompts! I loved writing this fic and I hope it turned out good enough!! And sorry for the wait!!

Description: Alastor finds himself feeling a bit of romance towards Angel, after the others confession. Upon going to confess, he finds himself more flustered than he could’ve imagined!

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Ever since joining the Hotel of Hell’s Princess, Alastors life had begun changing quite dramatically.

Never before had it occurred that in the nine circles of hell, he could actually have found something he enjoyed being apart of.

The hotel was originally just a place to set out onto since things had been so slow in hell. Alastair however found himself in many more strange situations before he knew it.

Angel Dust had been the biggest shock to him.

Not only had the spider demon improved over time, but he had actually developed feelings for Alastor. I mean yes, of course, Angel made advances from the start. But after some time spent working together, the porn star had actually become much more reserved and nervous.

It was only in the hotel, yes, to uphold his reputation, but at his core; he was different.

It made Alastor think. He did for a long while after shortly realizing that Angel’s new mannerism seemed to take affect more often around him.

After finding him drinking one night and many sob stories later, Angel had to admit his feelings despite knowing how Alastor felt about others. He apologized profusely, which is fucking weird for a demon, but somehow it seemed to affect the Radio Demon in a way he hadn’t felt in decades.

He gave it another day after that, avoiding the other because he just couldn’t wrap his head around this. Next thing he knew, he found himself at Angel’s room and had already knocked without a second thought.

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After brief knock, Angel Dust opened his door.

“Oh! Al? What’s the strawberry pimp himself doing here?” The porn star propped himself in the door frame.

...

“Uh...Al? Hell to Demon over here~” He waved a hand in front of the others face.

Alastor’s eyes suddenly shot up to his and he began to turn an even darker shade of red. So quickly, he pushed Angel Dust aside and made his way into the ‘blondes’ room.

“Alastor, what the he-“

“Angel, I may have feelings for you.” The red hued entity spoke, his static voice cutting through the air. It’s like the words had frozen time itself.

His eyes wandered back to Angel Dust again, taking in the other to see if even the slightest hint of happiness sparked. If anything, the spider demon almost looked amused.

“W-what?” He stuttered out, wide eyes with an unbelieving grin. Angel slowly began to laugh to himself a bit.

“I- pffft- ahaha! I can’t fucking believe this! HA-“ A pair of his arms crossed over his torso as he doubled over in laughter.

Alastor was bewildered. He watched Angel Dust laugh, but he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it at the moment.

He felt....embarrassed at the fact Angel was laughing at the confession he had just given.

“A-Angel...why are you...?” He gulped, swallowing his pride and asking in a small voice, “laughing?”

“A-aren’t you the one who- pffft- says you’re nehever fully dressed without a smile?” Angel Dust opened an eye at him, quickly stifling his reactions and walking over to Alastor.

“Wait- Baby, I didn’t mean-“ He reached out his hands to Al, pleasantly surprised at the fact he let him take his hands so easily. He guided him over to his bed, sitting the two down so they could talk.

“I completely understand if you don’t wish to-“

“NO! No no no, hey, you got it all wrong, baby~” Angel purred, cupping his face with one hand. “It’s just such a shock hearing someone so....” His other hand went to wrap around Alastor’s waist, looking at him to make sure it was okay beforehand. “Powerful~ And strong could feel so...sweet for me.”

He shrunk in on himself slightly, embarrassed at how straightforward and teasing the other could be. He wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable.

“It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Oh but it is, shnookums~” Angel’s smile turned into a more devious grin. “And I think the sweetness needs a bit of a spotlight~ Why don’t you let me extort some from you, huh?” He placed a small kiss to Alastor’s cheek, “If you’ll let me put a smile on your face that is. Show you...I would like us to be...intimate and sweet...together..? As cheesy and dumb as that shit may sound. I’m not all that classy but baby, you’re just...wowza~”

Alastor looked at Angel with probably the most nervous but gleeful smile an all powerful demon could make.

“T-that was...endearing. I wouldn’t...m-mind...but please just be....gentle.” He laughed softly for a moment, looking at the new love interest of his with a hopeful glance. “I haven’t really let anyone touch me in centuries.”

“I’ll be sweet as can be~” Angel chuckled to himself, two of his arms carefully holding Alastor’s a bit out of the way, while the other set began to slowly move along his sides.

As the fingers began to trace at the sensitive skin, Alastor felt a rush of tingles begin to stir as well as he did. He felt a tad childish in this, having let his new found love tickle him in order to relax him or make him smile.

But he decided to let his laughter go, smile and all.

“Oh? Was that a giggle I heard, Mr.Stoic~”

“H-Huhuhush thehere, love...I m-might have to attack yoho- aH! A-AhahangeheHEL!” Alastor’s giggles changed into slight laughter as the spider demon scribbled underneath his arms for a moment, then moving around his stomach.

“Don’t try to act cocky! I’m giving you a smile! Don’t hate me for making sure you’re fully dressed, my Darling Demon~” Angel chuckled right along with Al, his nails slowly drawing little circles along the top ribs, making the other squirm underneath it.

“I-Ihihits- I’m juhuhust- I cahahahan’t!” Alastor peered up at Angel with one eye, trying to suppress his tickle-forced grin but failed miserably.

“You’re what, Al~? Hm? Adorable~? Yes~ Aaaand I think you’re tiiiii-“

“NO! N-nohoho! I’m n-nohohot! B-Be quiEHEHET- ANGEHEHEL!”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking about you~ Especially if I’m being all sweet like I am now, Baby~” Angel teased, his hands having gone to Alastor’s neck and underarms. “I was saying....you’re tiiiiiickle tick ticklish, Smiles~ Care to admit it? Or do you have a hard time saying it?”

Alastor wished he could bring himself to stop Angel but the new found feelings made him far too...distracted by the others presence. He couldn’t focus on anything other than Angel and just how deathly ticklish he was.

His blush grew tenfold with the words Angel spoke.....because no. He can’t say it. He’s an all powerful demon who is ticklish, why would he admit that?

Apparently, he would if Angel Dust willed it hard enough.

“Come on, Al~ You know you are! Just say iiiit~ Cause I know you’re smiling now but I think I deserve to hear you admit it. Y’know~ For cheering you up so well! A reward!” The pink colored one of the two continued, his hands changing pace and switching around. He was quite talented at keeping Alastor in ticklish agony under his wiggling fingers.

“Why wohohould I gIHIVE YOHOU A R-rehehewaHARD?!” Alastor shrieked out a bit high pitched, his laughter picking up everytime the others hands moved even the slightest bit.

“Well~ I’m sitting here with a very ~nice~ looking demon who seems to like me just as much as my gay ass likes him! And I’m cheerin’ ya up too! Now gimme it!”

“N-nAhAHaAT THAHAT A-AHAHANGEL!”

But pleading was absolutely useless. Angel had already found Alastor’s weak spots beforehand, he knew exactly where to attack. Which sealed the stubborn demons fate when it came to this dilemma.

Another set of Angel’s extra arms popped out and went to his hands, softly tracing at the radio demon’s palms. And to add insult to injury, he also began nibbling his neck as the other set of hands focused under his arms.

Poor Al~

“Admit iiiit~ Ticklish little Radio Demon.”

“QUIET! T-tHiHIHIS iSNT F-fAhAIR!”

“I think it’s pretty fair~ Just give me that little admission and I’ll stop!”

“I C-CAHAHAN’T!?”

“Well that’s too bad baby~ For you, at least. I’m having a blast fun ticklin’ you~ making ya give off your raspy-static like laughter that’s damn adorable! Don’t mind me~”

Alastor was losing it. And that may be an understatement. It wasn’t bad though.

He had trusted Angel with this before, and wouldn’t push any limits. He would tickle him like hell though.

“P-PLEHEHEASE!”

“He asks nicely!”

“A-ANGEHEHEL! O-Okahahay! P-PLEHEHEASE S-STOHOP-“

“What are you~?”

“I-IM T-TIHIHICKLISH! OKAHAHAY?! N-nOhO MOHORE!” Alastor finally squealed out, squirming against Angel as it became to be too much for him to bear anymore.

“What was that~?”

“ANGEL!”

“Okay Okay~” Angel released Alastor from his ‘restraints’ and let him breathe, but kept holding his hands with two of his own.

“You know....it’s okay. I didn’t mean to laugh at ya.”

Alastor chuckled softly, still catching his breath for a moment but regaining enough composure to be able to talk.

“It’s quite alright dear...I’m just relieved it wasn’t due to rejection or mockery.”

“Oh never! I’ve always liked ya, Smiles~” Angel leaned closer, flashing a flirty smirk at Alastor.

“S-stop calling me that!”

“Make me~?” Angel raised an eyebrow at him, almost inviting him to retaliate.

“Oh it’d be my pleasure~”

And the Radio Demon was at peace again.

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Hope whoever reads this enjoys!! Thanks for reading! 💖

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i want someone to nuzzle/kiss my ears and neck until i'm giggling and blushing too much to speak/

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Scorpio

ok i want to see something. if you’re part of the tickle community reblog this with your zodiac sign