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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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Hey do you remember how c!Foolish is canonically a little over 23 feet tall? If we say that c!Dream is about 6 feet, that means that Foolish is almost four times his height. Anyway, brother!Foolish AU —

When Dream is smack talking him, maybe Foolish is shrunk down to a more humanish height — around 7 feet, maybe — something he’s gotten used to doing around the other members of the server to try not to intimidate them quite so much. (Notable exception being the Badlands, who frequently pester him as he works and provoke him into trying to scare him off.) (It never works.) Well, Dream remembers that Foolish is tall, but he doesn’t quite remember how tall. Maybe they’ve been apart for years: he thinks that he’s just remembering things wrong from when he was small. Maybe he doesn’t think that Foolish CAN get bigger than 7 feet tall. Of course 7 feet would seem giant to a little kid, right? But he’s not a little kid anymore, so.

Anyway, he picks a fight and then he dips — but suddenly he hears a thump, thump, thump, thump and then there are two enormous hands clamped around his sides and easily housing him high into the air, turning him around to make eye contact with a very unimpressed Foolish, who is now absolutely gigantic and Dream feels like he’s going to faint. He can’t take on a giant! He can barely take on anyone in the state he’s in, he can’t take on a demigod who’s also four times his size. And oh shit he just provoked him — he can’t imagine how much this is going to hurt —

And then a giant mouth blows an enormous raspberry right against his tummy.

The punishment tickles that follow are pretty intense, but they’re certainly not painful. Foolish is more than aware of his own strength and his little brother might be acting like a pain in the ass right now but he doesn’t want to hurt him or anything: he just wants to remind him to mind his manners a bit. (Him holding his baby brother in the air while he blows raspberries on and nibbles at his little tummy is so cuute…) Eventually he eases up — but instead of putting him back down he pokes around a bit to hear about what’s actually wrong.

(Dream may or may not provoke him again because he wants more tickles.)

After a while, with Dream exhausted and Foolish finally easing off, Dream finally breaks down and tells his big brother everything. Foolish listens, and he’s patient and kind and he’s combing his hair astoundingly gently for someone so big as he rocks him and hums an old melody, and eventually he coaxes Dream into a much-needed nap and tucks him into his bed in his summer home. (It’s enormous and hysterically ill-suited to an average sized human.)

Then he goes out back and punches a rock so hard it breaks in half.

Time to help his baby brother. >:)

@sleepy--anon more foosh + dream sibling hcs

ok so characters that can change their heights isn’t talked about enough in this community. like i’ve only seen it a handful of times (probably coz it’s hard to write 😅). but my god there are some good tropes that can come out of it, especially if the lee has forgotten that the ler pertains that attribute 😵‍💫

(discussion mroeee belowww)

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dream being a provoking lil menace :(( that’s so cute. so like visiting foolish in his summer home and having a somewhat hostile/stand off-ish conversation with him about the fact that he’s been gone for so long. but then also going through all his chests and taking bits and pieces that he finds interesting. just, slowly getting under foolish’s skin. nudging at his incredible patience. he’s not particularly worried because despite foolish’s height advantage, dream notes that the difference between them is significantly smaller than what it seemed to be when he was a kid. he doesn’t consider his brother as much of a threat

and so he keeps on pushing,, eventually wearing foolish’s patients to such a thin strand that dream can almost hear his frustration in his breath. it only takes one more kicked down scaffolding and a sassy remark for foolish to finally snap,, and dream takes the explosion of profanities and insults as his cue to skedaddle. what fun he had had. it had always been one of his favourite ways to pass the time in the past — messing with his brother.

but fun is quickly turned to absolute shock when he hears thunderous footsteps on his tail. he can feel the vibrations in the ground and chances a look over his shoulder.

bad idea.

the shock of seeing his now 20+ foot brother storming towards him is enough to throw him off balance, and he tumbles down to the sandy earth below. and naww his panic 😭 like freaking out about the fact that he can’t possibly defend himself from foolish like that

there’s so many heckin cool tropes and things that come with giant lers??? like first off, not being able to escape. like foolish can wrap and hand around dream and then he’s trapped. there’s not fighting back. but also aHH raspberries and nibbles would cover more area!!! like they’re usually concentrated into such a small area but if foolish is 4x his size then the raspberries and nibbles would take up 4x the area??? like he’d pretty much cover dreams whole tummy and sides with one raspberry :((

the teases and coos are also just so much more fun with the ler is big. like “Naww! Look at your little tummy!!! It’s gone all red!!” just hit different 😂 or like, “Look at your tiny little arms trying to fight back you just can’t do anything :(“ kinda stuff. just foolish gushing over how tiny and little his baby brother is, and dream getting super embarrassed about it :((

i love that foolish knows how far to take it :(( and also cradling aftercare!! like just holding his exhausted brother so safely in his arms. even rocking him a little as he helps dream recover from his giggle fit. i like to imagine that the position is just so comforting and nostalgic, that it breaks down dream’s guard and he just unleashed his worries onto his big (literally) brother.

foolish listens and soothes him through his outpour, and gives him a room to sleep for the night (with so many pillows and soup). he then punches a wall >:( because how dare these mortal server dwellers make his brother feel this way >:( vengeful foolish is activated 🙌🏼

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#llama asks #your minnndddd #so many thooouugghhtttss #how long have you being bottling for you’ve got so so many amazing thoughts and yet you’ve only just started sending asks!!!!#soup the destroyer #lee!dream #ler!foolish #Soups Brotherly Foolish AU

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ask-the-sock-ler · 9 months

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I’ve been informed by my team I don’t interact with the public and humans as much as I should. One of my co-Workers invited me over for a party I’ll send any notable pictures here.

I’m having Sora-Ler take me to the party in his backpack. I hate traveling this way, but it’s the most efficient.

#onceler oc #the onceler #ask the sockler #ask blog #the sockler #sockler #sock-ler #the lorax #the lorax 2023 #sora ler #I’m next to a bottle of kool aid

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kufluoje · 2 years

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Bottles and chat!.. #detayı #gören #ler #beste #pub #bestepub #ankara #bottles #and #chat https://www.instagram.com/p/ChXEkMtoEhO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#detayı #gören #ler #beste #pub #bestepub #ankara #bottles #and #chat

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bimobuddy · 3 months

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Cut the Cat-itude

sfw Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Husk, Ler!Alastor

CW: feet, kinda? It's more 'bean' related since they're paws

Summary: Husk is grumpy and doesn't think Alastor's jokes are funny, but the Radio Demon is determined to get a chuckle out of him.

Husk groaned and let his head thump against the bar counter. Alastor must have been in some sort of mood that day, he hadn't stopped telling awful jokes all morning. First most people were laughing with him, then it was just Charlie and Nifty, and now even Charlie was trying to excuse herself because "Oh you know, Hotel Stuff, ahaha.."

Husk looked over at Nifty who was still giggling away at everything the boss said, but then again he didn't know what went on her feral little head. He reached for his drink again only to have it yoinked away by a familiar looking shadow.

"Hey!" He sat up, reaching for it back, but Alastor's shadow just grinned and stretched upward, holding it out of reach. Husk grumbled. He knew this game. "I ain't flyin' for you, give it back." The shadow wiggled it over his head, taunting.

"Alastor, put this damn thing on a leash. Only you would somehow manage to lose control over your own shadow." He muttered the last part.

"Oh Husker, I didn't 'lose control' over him, he's free range." The host grinned, looking at Husk a bit longer than usual. Husk didn't know why he was staring at him until it suddenly clicked and he sighed. "Was that supposed to be another joke? Al, that wasn't even a real joke."

"Oh you're right, that was a total cat-astrophe!" A laugh track played off his cane, followed by Nifty who enjoyed the joke a little too much, "Ahahahahaha! Becahause he's a cahat!" She laughed. Husk folded his ears back and groaned.

"Oh relax, old friend, I'm just kitten around!" He grinned at Husk, who frowned in response. Alastor strutted up to the bar and leaned against it. The Shadow disappeared, taking the bottle with him, only making Husk grumpier.

"Clearly those weren't funny enough for you.. maybe I ought to put my thinking-cat on and come up with some more!" He let out a laugh, followed by the classic laugh track again. "Or maybe you just don't have a sense of humor. I mean just look at darling little Nifty, she's hiss-terical!" Of course this was followed up by Nifty losing her absolute mind.

Husk only sighed and rolled his eyes. "You done yet?"

"Not yet. What's a cat's favorite book? The Great Cats-by! Oh, why did the cats ask for a piano? To make mew-sic, of course!" He laughed and looked back at Husk, who somehow looked even grumpier than he did five minutes ago.

Well this wouldnt do.

"Why don't you cut the cat-itude, dear friend?" He snapped his fingers and two shadowy tentacles rose up from the floor behind Husk. Before he could react, the wrapped around his upper arms, hoisting him up about a foot off the floor, and proceeded to wiggle the tips into his underarms.

Husk had started to kick, biting his lip, cheeks puffed out, as he didn't want to give Alastor the reaction he wanted. The Radio Demon didn't seem to mind though.

"What's a cat's favorite cereal? Mice Crispies!" The tentacles wiggled down his ribcage, starting to get little huffs and muffled noises.

"If cats taught schools, what do you think they'd be called? Purr-fessors!" The tentacles traced and wiggled down his sides, causing him to hold his breath, his face and ears going red from how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

"What do you call a cat that likes to bowl? An alley cat!" Finally the tentacles found their way to his tummy and he couldn't take it anymore. Husk tossed his head back and laughed, reflexively flapping his wings to try an get away, much to the delight of the Shadow, which had been trying to make him fly earlier.

"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahalast- Alastohor!" He tried to growl to cancel out the laughter but it came out as more of a panicked, choked giggle.

"See, I knew you'd come around!" Alastor said cheerfully. "Now, why dont cats shop online? They prefer cat-alogues!" Husk's laughter kicked up a notch when one of the tentacles started to wiggle into his lower belly, where there was a bit more pudge. His tail whipped around trying to smack it away but it was no use.

Husk suddenly made the mistake of trying to kick out at Alastor, across the counter. A third tendril rose up and caught his ankle before he made contact, as Alastor leaned back just a bit. He stepped to the side a little to make eye contact. "Now, Husker, is that any way to thank someone who's only trying to make you smile?" He chuckled.

The third tendril started to wiggle into the heart shaped pad at the bottom of his paw. Husk, a little startled, let out a high pitched, squeaky giggle that did not sound like himself at all.

Even Alastor was caught off guard enough for the tendrils to disappear and let him go, letting him drop with a soft thud. Husk groaned as he hit the floor and panted. "Damn you, Alastor.." He grumbled, sitting up.

"Too late, we're already in Hell!" Alastor laughed. Husk chuckled a little then quickly stopped himself. But of course the radio host heard it. "Oh? Did I finally get a genuine laugh out of you?" He asked, leaning on his can to be eye level with the bartender.

Husk sighed, folding his ears down. "Shut up... I gotta get back to work." He muttered, starting to wipe down the counter.

As Alastor turned to walk away, Husk called out again. "Slapstick Comedy. Just for future reference, so you don't have to tickle me next time, I tend to like Slapstick Comedy."

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Author Note

Aahhhhh I couldn't figure out how to end this naturally I'm sorrryyyy!!!

Though I do already have another idea for a Lee!Husk fic that I'm gonna start writing immediately after posting this one, so I MIGHT post it tonight, but it might wait until tomorrow, we'll see :)

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #lee!husk #ler!alastor

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greenticklerdreams · 1 month

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The ler sitting on your arms finishes rubbing baby oil into your stretched out armpits.

"Give it here," says the ler straddling your hips, and they hand off the bottle across your body.

"It's so slippery!" coos the ler on your arms, and you feel one finger drag - no, slide - in the hollow of your armpit.

"Hey now! I'm working here!" says the other ler, slightly annoyed, and their warm, oily hands start rubbing down your exposed tummy and ribs. "Don't start without me. And YOU," they add, looking directly into your eyes, "you hold still until I'm done. Got it?"

"They're so bossy, aren't they?" the ler on your arms murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. You feel their fingertips resting on your armpits again. This ler smirks into an upside-down grin. "Don't move, now. You heard them."

"And YOU'RE unfair," snipes your other ler, working the oil into your hips. "There, all done." They give your tummy a light pat with each hand, slap slap. "NOW I'm ready. Are you?"

"You know it."

"I wasn't asking you."

"Uh huh."

"ANYWAY. You're allowed to move now. Let's begin."

#which ler am I? I'm honestly not sure...#drabble #tickle fic #tickle writing #green's dreams #multiple lers

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cozy-cinnamon-roll · 2 months

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We Interrupt This Broadcast...

(Another two-part-er! Stay tuned for part 2 very shortly!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). One comically graphic description of cannibalism (first paragraph). Also, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect a lil angst sprinkled in there (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

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

Ok... I'm gonna be honest folks, I have no idea if this fic is even coherent. This ain't my Best Work™ - this is literally the coping mechanism I've been relying on to put myself to sleep every night this week because HOLY SHIT my life is stressful at the moment. 😅

But anyway, I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, because 1) the world needs more lee!alastor, and 2) I'm not here to do my Best Work™, I'm here to write cute self-indulgent little stories about Alastor getting tickled to bits by his platonic wife. I'm here to decompress my hypervigilant ass at the end of long days by imagining my favorite endearingly creepy characters get wrecked by my other favorite endearingly creepy characters.

In summary, I'm here to have a good time, and I certainly did with this fic. So I hope you do too!

Featuring my new oc! (Rosie and Al still take center stage though, don't worry lol)

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It's a little-known fact that cannibals make terrific doctors. When you spend every meal tearing the human body apart with your face, you end up with a pretty comprehensive intuition for demonic anatomy.

So Alastor supposed he should consider himself lucky to have Rosie and her loyal posse so close at hand after his battle with Adam.

He was certainly relieved when Rosie had stumbled upon him, barely conscious from blood loss on the floor of his wrecked radio tower - and especially a few hours later when, having been rushed back to Cannibal Town, he was whisked into a warm, familiar parlor and deposited on a comfy couch.

Within minutes Rosie had summoned a woman in a white coat who swooped in, produced a bottle of a strange, foul-smelling gel from her medicine bag, soaked a rag with it, and pressed it firmly against Alastor's wound. The searing pain evaporated almost on contact.

"What is that?" Alastor breathes, visibly relaxing against the arm of the couch he's propped against.

"Anesthetic." She begins preparing a needle and thread.

"Didn't know such a thing existed down here."

"Of course! We're demons, not barbarians," Rosie scoffs, watching from the sidelines.

Cannibals, as a rule, rarely last long enough to need a doctor, but Rosie is no ordinary cannibal. And Dr. Trudy Sawblade - a young surgical resident in life, and Rosie's personal physician in death - is the best of the best. While she hadn't quite completed her medical training before her untimely death, in Rosie's service she's gained more than enough experience to make up for her education cut short.

"That salve is derived from a distant cousin of the poison dart frog. Evidently most of the frogs are assholes, because hell has an downright enormous population of them." Trudy's voice is measured and matter-of-fact, with a soft lilt that is both soothing and vaguely unsettling. "Haven't been discovered on earth yet. Which is good, because one whiff of this would end a mortal life in a matter of seconds."

"Lucky you, you're already dead," Rosie chimes in cheerfully.

"Lucky me," Alastor murmurs, without conviction.

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Truthfully, with the pain from his chest wound numbed, the weight of his recent defeat presses even more heavily on Alastor's heart. Someone - probably one of the cannibals who helped transport him from the rubble pile to Rosie's parlor - must have grabbed the broken microphone as they carried him out, because the fractured pieces are sitting on the side table at the other end of the couch. Under normal circumstances the awareness that someone had touched his staff without permission would spark a flash of rage from the Radio Demon, but now he can only stare dismally at what remains of his cane - aware that it's no longer capable of accomplishing much anyway.

It takes only a few minutes for Trudy to stitch Alastor back up and wrap his chest in a stretchy gauze. Meanwhile, Rosie quickly mends the worst of the tears in his clothes - if only to avoid having to watch her friend stare down the couch at his broken staff, with an uncharacteristic half-smile that damn near breaks her heart.

"Alright, sir, that should do it for now. It's a nasty gash, for sure, but the salve should keep it from getting infected."

"Thank you, my dear." He gives an appreciative nod to the surgeon, and Rosie too, as his fellow overlord hands him back his clothes.

"Can't have you going around with a big hole in your chest, can we?" Rosie steps back and scrutinizes her own patch job as he slowly dresses himself again. "It ain't perfect... especially for a classy fellow like you. But I'm sorry to report that I saw my tailor at a Sunday brunch just last week. Inconvenient, but I gotta admit, he made a wonderful casserole."

For the briefest of moments, this aside manages to tweak Alastor's smile into something vaguely genuine. "I'm sure he did."

"One more thing, Mr. Alastor, sir," Trudy jumps in as the radio demon pulls on his coat. "So sorry, I almost forgot. The angel also threw you against a wall, correct?"

At the recollection, Alastor's smile stiffens into something more closely resembling a grimace. His antlers rise between his ears. "Does it matter?"

"You may be at risk for internal injuries." If Trudy is at all fazed by inviting the most powerful overlord in hell's annoyance, it doesn't show. "I really ought to check, just to be safe."

Alastor looks away. As loathe as he is to even acknowledge his own fragility, he truly isn't sure of the extent of his own injuries - given that he's not used to receiving them in the first place. And he'd be damned (well, damned twice) if Adam had ruptured something vital, spelling the radio demon's second death a few hours after the fact.

He grits his teeth. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Lovely. If you could just lie back, sir..." As he obliges, she kneels beside the couch. "I'm just going to feel for any swelling..." Her hands hover over him-

"Er, wait." Alastor abruptly sits up.

"It's alright, I won't touch your wound!" Trudy soothes. "I'll just be feeling down here..." She gestures to his midsection (which elicits a sharp flinch).

"No, I-" He hesitates. "I'm... not sure this is necessary."

"Oh, Alastor, stop worryin'!" Rosie reassures him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Trudy is quite picky about her meals. She'd never go for venison."

"That's... not what..."

Alastor pauses, and evidently decides against trying to explain what he meant. He reluctantly lies back against the cushions again.

"I'm going to place my hands under your shirt, sir. If you feel any pain, please alert me."

"Very well."

As Trudy lifts his shirt, he looks like he is going to say something more - but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment her hands make contact with his stomach. He brings one knee up sharply.

"Tender there, sir?"

"No! No, your hands are cold." His words have gone uncharacteristically stiff.

Trudy methodically probes one side of his belly, then the other (which in turn causes his other knee to pop up). This time when Trudy asks if he's in pain, he merely shakes his head.

The surgeon furrows her brow, concentrating. Human-animal hybrids like Alastor already take a bit of poking around just to get a sense for each unique configuration of organs. It doesn't help that the man is bracing for every touch...

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt, sir?" she murmurs tentatively. "You're very tense."

"Yes." The word comes out like a hiss. She glances at the radio demon's face. He's wearing his typical showman's smile, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling with a weird, wide, unwavering stare.

Finally the surgeon sits back. "Well, I don't feel anything concerning. But to be honest, sir, I can't feel much of anything." She turns apologetically to her employer. "His stomach is all clenched up..."

But Rosie is simply standing there pressing a huge grin into her glove. She's known Alastor for decades. She can read his expressions like a magazine.

"Alastor, darling," Rosie drawls casually. "Are you ticklish?"

From the radio demon's reaction, you'd think she'd asked if he was an Exorcist. He scrambles to sit up. "No! Why would-"

"You're ticklish. That's..." She catches herself just before the word precious.

"...What?!" There's an edge of defensiveness to his voice that Rosie very rarely hears from him.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I'm not emb- That's not- what-" Oh, she's giving him that look. "I'm just- I wasn't-"

As he speaks, Alastor's voice suddenly goes thin. His gaze turns inward. "I'm stuttering. I don't stutter! I've never stuttered!" He clutches his coat closer around himself. "I am the RADIO DEMON, for heaven's sake, I don't sta-AHH! Haha-!"

Evidently a scribble to the ribs is a very effective way to interrupt a panicking demon. Rosie runs her fingers from his hip up his side to his arm and back a couple times for good measure.

The amount of startled laughter she is able to draw from just this surprise touch delights her - the poor man is so ridiculously sensitive that a five-second one-handed tickle leaves him fully breathless.

"Okay! Okay, okahay! Keheh- Rosie!"

"Sorry dear, couldn't resist." She holds her hands up, still beaming like a stadium light. "I'll stop torturing you."

Alastor clears his throat. "You're not torturing me, dearest." He straightens his bowtie, clearly attempting to salvage his dignity. "You know what I always say, laughter is a powerful sign of-"

He cuts off with a sharp inhale and defensive flinch as Rosie perches on the edge of the sofa beside Trudy. She grins.

"You're right. That's certainly your specialty, isn't it?"

Alastor forces a nervous chuckle. "Never fully dressed without a smile, you know."

"Well don't worry, darling. I understand." She pats his knee. "Just because you've got the scariest evil cackle in hell doesn't mean you appreciate having it tickled out of you."

Rosie had expected this assurance to put him at ease, but if anything, he seems more troubled.

"Why would I mind a little, ah..." Tickling. Tick-ling. He can't bring himself to articulate two syllables. Is this all he's left with without his staff? "...Er, a little bit of levity? Can't let things get too serious, can we?" With another quick cough, the radio demon finally manages to get his voice to fall back into his familiar breezy cadence. He turns to Trudy. "Now, are we... quite finished with that examination?"

"Nothing seems amiss, from what I can feel." Trudy takes a step back. "Which is not much, but I think I've already made you uncomfortable enough..."

"Nonsense! I'm perfectly at ease!" He lies back again and smooths his coat. "Please, finish your little checkup. I insist."

Trudy regards him curiously for a moment. "Right." Her hands hover over his belly again. "But if you want me to stop, sir, just say the word-"

"I assure you that w-won't be necessahary..."

Trudy watches him seize up before her fingers even make contact. This time she presses a little deeper into his belly, trying to feel around his defensiveness.

"You are punching holes in my couch," Rosie remarks dryly, watching the poor demon's claws bury themselves in the cushions.

"I kn... ohow, I'm just-" He squeezes his eyes shut as Trudy hits a particularly bad spot. And then another. And another... hell, his torso one big bad spot.

"What do you think, Trudy?"

The young doctor just shakes her head.

"Alastor. Darling. You have GOT to relax."

"I am!" Alastor's composure is dangling by the thinnest of threads.

"Maybe it would help," Trudy says, with infinite caution, "to just go ahead and laugh, sir."

A beat. And then Rosie bursts into laughter.

"Giving new meaning to the 'deer in the headlights' expression, my friend." She scoots closer. "I thought you just said you don't mind a little 'levity'..."

"I don't!"

"In that case. Carry on, Trudy - Auntie Rosie is gonna help our patient out a bit while you work."

Too late, Alastor realizes what his fellow overlord has in mind. "Wait, wait! Ros-"

A delicate set of nails find the region just under his ribs - and it's all downhill from there.

"Ah! Fuhuck!" Alastor chokes on a curse before he can catch himself. He twists sideways, collapses into muffled giggles, and briefly manages to pull himself together - just barely - with a few hyperventilated breaths. "Rosie, really! This isn't- please- ack! I can't-" There's that damn stutter again. He hadn't even stuttered when Adam slashed him.

And now, Great Alastor the Radio Demon, undone by some scribbles? And a medical exam?!

Meanwhile, Trudy can feel even less now than she could before, her patient's belly now quaking with silent, suppressed mirth. But she takes one look at Rosie's delighted expression... and continues probing anyway, curling a subtle little smirk of her own.

It seems Rosie has picked up on a slightly less tangible injury than anything Trudy can address. But fortunately, they've just stumbled upon a promising potential treatment.

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Part 2 is already pretty much finished - my brain is just too mushy at this point to contend with Tumblr's shitty text interface any longer, and this feels like a good stopping point.

Lemme get a good night sleep and another dose of Prozac and I'll have the rest out shortly 😅

💜 - Cozy

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #ticklefic #tickle content #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling

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featherstreams · 5 months

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Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

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mmjmmj · 2 months

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Huskerdust ticklesss!!!! Lee husk if possible ;) please and thank you

(No pressure my darling!)

Ohohoho don’t worry my friend, Lee husk is DEFIANTLY possible!

Keep a note this is my first fic that I’ve wrote in 8 years so I hope he succeeded in making this the best fic I could possibly write so thank you! <3

Your fuckin’ ticklish?:

Hazbin hotel | tickle fic|

Lee!husk

Ler!Angel

Husk had seemed more moody than usual, mumbling under his breath as he worked, that negativity didn’t go unnoticed, especially to Angel dust.

Angel dust watched Husk work as the rest of the Hazbin hotel group spoke with one another, until the others began to conclude to do their own things such as Charlie and Vaggie going to their room to nap, Alastor manifested into the shadows and disappeared into thin air to go god knows where, Nifty running off to go clean the hotel some more and finally Sir Pentious slithered away to go work on some wacky invention. This left the spider sinner and the miserable looking bartender to themselves though the two were barely interacting.

Angel decided to break the silence between the two, walking over to the bar and sitting on a bar stool, resting two arms on the bar and resting his head on his hands.

"What’s gotten in you today?" Angel asked, he couldn’t help but feel a little concern for Husk as he usually wasn’t this groggy at all.

Husk had his back turned, cleaning a bottle with a cloth that he uses to clean everything with.

"What do you mean?" Husk grumbled, that response was very clear enough that something was wrong with Husk today.

"I don’t know, you seem.. how do I put this..? More grouchy than usual,you know? Is there somethin’ up" Angel asked, it was a surprise to Husk that Angel wasn’t trying to dish out little flirty remarks to the bartender.

Husk turned to Angel, reaching under the bar and pulling out a bottle that he had near by, taking a big swig before his black and yellow eyes met Angel’s.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Yeah bullshit, something was defiantly up and Husk just didn’t want to admit it.

"Is it because you been missing me Husky?~ cmon! You can admit it, you know." Angel grinned leaning over the bar a little.

Husk scoffed before turning away, he thought too soon about Angel not flirting with him.

"Oh fuck you." Husk hissed.

Angel’s grin faded a little, deciding now probably wasn’t the right time to be trying to flirt with Husk, seeing as he did not want to hear it.

"Are you sure you don’t need a break or anythin’? You’ve been on your feet for hours. Cmon, come have a seat." Angel offered, patting his hand on the empty barstool next to him.

Husk thought for a second, he was getting tired, mentally and physically, bartending is not a very easy job when you’ve been working without a break for a good few hours. Husk took the offer, putting his bottle down, making his way around the bar to sit next to the taller sinner.

"Fine but not for too long, I still have things that need to be done before I can finish work." Husk told Angel, having a break kind of felt wrong to him, he never really took breaks, he’d only usually take one if Charlie would pretty much force him too, seeing him work for too long wasn’t a nice sight for Charlie either, In this case it was Angel to made him take a break.

".. hey, are you not gonna pour me a drink before you take your break?" Angel asked, Husk immediately went to get up but was stopped by Angel, placing his hand on Husk’s lap and pushing him back into his seat.

"I was jokin" Angel assured Husk. Husk sighed and relaxed into his seat, this kind of felt very comfortable.

Angel’s next move was try and get in to the bottom of this case to see why his alcoholic friend was in such a bad mood today.

"So, are you gonna tell me what’s up? Bad day, or are you just not in the mood today?"Angel asked, crossing his four set of arms as he waited for an answer.

Husk’s eyes narrowed a little, he didn’t really like talking about things that was stressing him out or putting him down, but seeing Angel this concerned for him made him gave in to speak.

"I just.. didn’t really feel like working today.. that’s all.." Husk mumbled reaching for his bottle to take a few swigs before finishing his drink, practically slamming it back down on the bar.

Angel frowned a little, he didn’t like that, Angel knew how stressful it was not wanting to work but having to anyway, though the two’s line of work was completly different but still work is mentally DRAINING.

"Maybe you should start taking more breaks, your overworking yourself a little, I mean your up awake before anyone else is just to work, you deserve more then one break, you know." Angel gave Husk some reassurance.

"Works the only thing I know.. there’s nothing better to do anyway." Husk grumbled, that negativity quickly coming back, oh Angel did not like this at all.

"Ohhhh bullshit! There’s more to this afterlife then workin’ even I have days off, so should you!" Angel reached over and lightly scratched his fingers under Husk’s chin.

Husk suddenly pulled away, a soft little chuckle escaping his lips which he couldn’t hold back, fuck. The room went silent, Angel’s eyes winded as he pulled his arm back.

"What was that?"

Husk immediately tried to cover up, stuttering over his words as he spoke.

"T-that was nothing! You should really keep your fucking hands to yourself." Husk muttered, his fur stood a little out of embarrassment.

Angel didn’t know what to make of it, he never would have expected that reaction from Husk, he was expecting more a low like purr then a chuckle, then the realisation struck him, no there’s no way, is Husk ticklish?

"… are you fuckin’ ticklish?" Angel asked in a surprised tone, this made Husk panic and tried to cover it up, there was no way he’d live that down, nevermind the group knowing he’s ticklish but one person? That was enough for him.

"F-fuck no! I’m not fucking ticklish! I don’t know where you would get that assumption from!" Husk trembled over his words, the stuttering only made things worse for him.

Angel couldn’t hide that grin that was now growing on his face, standing up as he looked down on Husk.

"That assumption is coming from that little chuckle that came from you when I scratched that little furry chin of yours’ whiskers! I was expecting some purrin’ not some fuckin’ chucklin’." Angel purred, Husky stood up backing away a little from Angel.

"You know.. i really should be getting back to work thanks for the break but you can go n-" Husk was cut off when two long arms grabbed the bartenders wrists and pulled him to close to Angel, pulling them up and holding both hands above his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Husk hissed, tugging at his hands that were now stuck above his head.

"Well I’m trying to help you lighten up! And I think I found just the way to do that, Whiskers~" Angel cooed, Husk had felt his nervousness hit the roof.

"A-And how are you going to do that? Come on, Angel this is fucking stupid, let me go!" Husk begged, he could feel his fur puffing and standing up when Angel said he was trying to lighten him up, knowing damm well what was going to coming his way next.

"Well I’m gonna tickle the moodiness out of ya of course! Now let’s see a smile!" Angel rose his voice, his lower set of arms reaching out for Husk’s sides, starting off the tickle attack with some quick paced ticklish squeezes to them, this made Husk jump immediately feeling his knees go jelly as he tried to wiggle his torso away from the tickles hitting his body.

Husk tried to hold in those giggles that were building up in his throat, threatening to escape through his lips once they opened, shaking his head at what Angel said about seeing his smile.

"Ohoho? Not breakin’ yet? Not to worry! This tickle monster is gonna eat you all up!~" Angel playfully growled, drilling his fingers into the little pressure points in Husk’s sides. The teasing and drilling was the right technique to make the grouchy, old bartender break and let those giggles slip through the passage that was now his open mouth.

Husk squealed out, beginning to giggle away at the ticklish sensations that were refused to leave his sides.

"A-Ahahahahahangel! You fuhuhuhuhuhuhucking bahahahahastard! Stohohohohop this!" Husk giggled away, his laughter sounded so different to his normal voice, Husk’s voice was low and raspy, his giggles were way more high pitched.

"Awww look at that! Looks like you’re just not some old boring bastard after all! Your a adorable little kitty!" Angel continued with the pet names, this actually made Husk feel his face burn up from embarrassment, Angel was tickling him and teasing him?! This was fucking heaven torture

"Dohohohohohohohont fuhuhuhuhuhucking cahahahahall me thahahahhat! Quhuhuhuhuhuit it!" Husk tried to sound serious but the tickling was preventing that, making the former overlord sound all silly and giggly.

"Quit it?" Angel asked

"We’ve only gotten started how c- oooooooh I see what the problem is, you want me to tickle somewhere else, don’t ya? Make my little whiskers laugh till all his problems have faded, that’s what you want, don’t ya?" Angel cooed, his fingers began to move up to scribble into Husk’s armpits, earning a now sharp squeal from the shorter sinner.

"EHEHHEEHEK! T-Thahahahahhaahahats n-nohohohhoot whahahahhat I fuhuhuhucking meant!" Husk whined; Husk was actually fucking whined! Seeing Husk like this warmed Angel’s heart up to the touch, circling his fingers on Husk’s armpits with enjoyment, Angel was definitely gonna have to do this to husk more often.

"Then what did you mean hmmm? It seems like to me you’re already enjoying this too much! Listen to that handsome laugh and how big that smile is! You’re adorable!" Angel teased, succeeding in making Husk get more flustered by the second he spoke, already aiming for a new spot, his wiggly fingers traveled down from Husk’s armpits to that soft, white furry tummy of his.

This made Husk shriek, immediately falling weak to the tickles. "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK AHAHAHAHAHANGEL NAHAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHRE!" Husk begged, Angel went down with Husk, pinning the overlord to the ground, seating himself on his waist, letting his fingers do the work as they squeezed, scribbled and prodded away at Husk’s tummy like there was no tomorrow!

"Awww did I find a sweet spot? I think I diiiiiiid~ coochie coochie coo, Husky!~" Angel couldn’t help but laugh along with Husk, finding Husk go from the grumpy old bartender, to a now happy little ticklish kitten at his mercy to his wiggling fingers was adorable to him.

"IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHHAD! CUHUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT!" Husk shrieked out, cackling away to the tummy tickles.

Angel wasn’t that evil as a tickle monster, so he decided to give Husk a break, not wanting to completely destroy him… yet.

"There I stopped, now catch ya breath before I resort to let my claws tickle away at that tummy again" Angel purred, letting the bartender catch his breath.

"Ohohoho f-fuhuhuck.. t-that was ruthless.." Husk panted out, though husk was exhausted already a little sound could be heard rising from the back of his throat, Husk was purring!

Angel’s eyes widened, not expecting this at all from Husk, this to him was fucking adorable. "Are you fuckin’ purring?!" Angel exclaimed, Husk’s fur stood proud as his face now burned up with blush as he panicked to try and cover it up.

"N-no I’m fucking not purring, your hearing things!" Husk claimed, uh huh, his purring was still very loud and could be heard.

"You like this don’t you?" Angel purred, Husk became a lost for words, the room quiet, the only thing to be heard was Husk purring uncontrollably and loudly.

"Awww, don’t be embarrassed! That’s adorable!" Angel teased, giving a few pokes to Husk’s tummy. Husk giggled through purrs, trying to suck in his tummy.

"Shuhuhuhut up!" Husk whined, finding this all very overwhelming to comprehend. Angel retreated his fingers, a big playful looking grin on his face as he stared into the bartender’s eyes.

"Alright your break is over! Let’s get back to tickling this very ticklish tummy of yours, shall we~? alright imma count to 10 and when I finish countin’ I’m gonna make you shriek!" Angel cooed, his fingers twitching in anticipation.

Husk could not argue with any of this, feeling unable to get the words out, if he tried to speak he would just be a flustered, stuttering mess.

"Ten… nine… eight.. Seven.." Angel began to countdown, lowering his now wiggling fingers to Husk’s tummy, slowly, threatening to tickle him with every inch of his life.

"Six… five… four… three two one!" Angel counted down to end his counting, his hands’s shoot down and squeezing all over Husk’s tummy, making him shriek loud enough to possibly shatter a window.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHNGEL! EHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Husk screamed out, cackling away once more, kicking his little legs under Angel desperately, trying to get free, though he was actually enjoying this, but there would be no way he would admit that.

"Awwww listen to that laugh! Such a handsome little kitty I have here, don’t I?" Angel teased, his wiggling fingers scribbling up and down Husk’s tummy, making it quiver and suck in, trying to get away from those evil fingers that were attacking it with tickles.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEK! THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS IS FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING EHEHEHEHEVIL!" Husk whined, his face burning up with blush, squeezing his eyes shut hoping this would make the tickles more bearable, which didn’t work at all.

"We’re in hell! Course this is evil! You’re my little victim who can’t escape out of my web! Meeeeow~" Angel cooed, now laughing along with Husk once again, having too much fun with all of this.

Angel’s fingers scribbled all over Husk’s tummy with pleasure, making Husk wheeze out and cackle away under the wiggling fingers that were attacking him, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, unable to take this anymore.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAA OHOHOHHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY! MERCY! NOHOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHORE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Husk begged, Angel immediately stopped, not wanting to push any boundaries, letting go of Husk’s wrists.

Husk was a messy, flustered pile of giggles, giggling away as the purring came back straight away. "Ohohohohoho f-fuhuhuhuck.. t-that was brutal." Husk huffed out, Angel reached out and rubbed his hand on Husk’s tummy, helping him get rid of the phantom tickles that was still attacking his tummy.

"I’m glad you had fun too." Angel winked, knowing damn well Husk enjoyed all of this.

"O-oh s-shut the fuck up.." Husk whined, his purring rising louder from the tummy rubs, Angel was being very caring for Husk and you know what? This was actually cheering him up.

"Do you plan on going to work or are you gonna call it a day?" Angel asked, cocking a brow in question.

Husk calmed down a little, feeling capable to speak properly without stuttering now. "I’m.. probably gonna finish my jobs tomorrow now" Husk told Angel, Angel nodding in approval to that answer.

"Good… hey, since you’re not working now, would you wanna.. maybe go back to my room and watch a movie or somethin’?" Angel asked, standing up off of the bartender and reaching out to help him up.

Husk took Angel’s hand and stood up, he couldn’t help but smile, feeling very much cheered up, all thanks to that spider.

"I… I would love that.." Husk told Angel, which earned a big smile back from Angel.

"That’s great, cmon! Let’s go, I have a good taste in movies!" Angel claimed as he grabbed Husk’s hand and began to drag him to his room.

"Only if you’re not talking about your movies." Husk joked, earning a snort from Angel.

"Nah of course not!" Angel giggled, feeling very happy that he cheered up Husk, he was defiantly going to do this again if he catches his favourite bartender down in the dumps again.

#tickle content #hazbin hotel tickle #tickling #lee tickles #ler #lee #ler tickles #ticklish #lee!husk #ler!angeldust #ticklefic #hazbinhoteltickle #huskerdust tickles

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fluffystuffies · 2 years

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Can we get a lee!Soda bottle? (one)

Ignore all the mistakes you caught me on a bad art trail-

Sort of a continuation of the lee!Backpack request I did-it turned into a bit of a tickle fight-

If you can’t tell, Backpack has no idea what he’s doing, he just knows it’s doing something-

#fluffy art requests!#object show tickles #lee!soda bottle #ler!backpack

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faghubby · 15 days

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punished

Vicky, my wife of ten years and mother of my two children. opened the door to see me bent over the dining room table as a large black man drove his long thick cock in my ass.

"What is going on here!" She yelled. I tried to get up. But Marcus just pushed me back down into the table and pounded away on my little faggot ass.

"Be done with the cunt in a minute" he told Vicky. Vicky was stunned just stood there watching.

"Vic" I said only to be smacked hand across the ass

"Shut the fuck up bitch" Marcus told me. I didn't dare say another word. Marcus stiffened and grunted as he shoved the full length of his cock in my ass. Pumping his load deep. He pulled out and pulled up his pants.

"All yours" he told Vicky as he let himself out. I stood up my legs tied to the table legs. I was wearing a red bra and stockings. Along with three inch heels. I tried to bend to untie my legs but fell on the floor.

"What the fuck?!" Vicky screamed. "You fucking gay bitch" she looked around evennmore confused by the scene. There was a paddle and two leather belts, along with a bottle of lube and bandage gear. That with me naked on the floor, trying to untie my legs as I babbled about it being a one time thing.

"Shut up" she said disgusted half laughing. She kicked my hand lightly. "Stop that and get up" she ordered me. I tried to stand finally pulling myself up.

"You let men fuck you? spank you?" She held a belt. "Not even sure" she started holding a big 2 inch diameter butt plug. It was still covered in lube. She pushed me down back over the table. She pushed the toy against my ass that was now leaking Marcus cum. My ass sucked it right in.

"Wow" she commented. As I ler out a little wimper. She then walked around the table.

"Don't you dare move" she warned me.

"Vicky I can" I started

"Shut up" she screamed she grabbed a set of leather cuffs and hooked my wrist to one of the legs. Then used another set to hook the other. I could lift myself some but not much. She found the matching panties to the bra I was wearing.

"Open up" she told me and shoved them in my mouth. I don't even think she realized how much she was turning me on. She turned off the light and left. I heard the door close and the car leave. Was she leaving me here for good. Hoping someone else found me. I struggled to get free. But it was a very sturdy table. I was stuck. I cried myself to sleep. What had I done.

It was hours before I head the garage door opening. It woke me up in the silence. Vicky came in obviously had been drinking. I had spit the panties out of my mouth hours ago.

"Still waiting for me cunt" she laughed. I so needed to pee.

"Please Vicky I need to pee" I pleaded. She laughed and looked down at my cock.

"What is this?" She asked grabbing the metal cage and yanking. I screamed.

"Marcus doesn't like to see me get an erection" I wimpered. "So this stops you from getting hard!" She laughed. She let it smack into the table making me groan again. I was about to burst.

"Where the key?" She asked.

"On my dresser" she unhooked one hand then left. I quickly undid my other hand but Marcus nots on the robe on my legs was tight. I struggled getting only one unlocked before I actually peed on the floor.

"You are disgusting" Vicky told me as she returned. "I want this all cleaned up now" she screamed then returned to the bedroom. It was late but I did as she had said and cleaned everything. Scrubbing the floor with disinfectant. I took a shower and removed the plug my ass gapped open after wearing the plug for hours. Only then did I try and go into the bedroom it was locked. I didn't even knock just went and crashed in the guest room. I slept naked not having any clothes but the bra and panties.

I was up before Vicky, actually she didn't emerge from our bedroom till noon. She loomed horribly hung over. I had done some laundry so at least was able to get dressed.

"Can I get you something" I asked. She glared at me then said. There is a mess in the bedroom" I got up and found she had thrown up in the trash can. Looks like most missed. She had also got it on the bed. I cleaned up the floor, took the trash can outside. Then stripped the bed. I had scrubbed the floor and remade the bed by the time. Vicky came back in, only a towel wrapped around her. She had a bruise on her shoulder.

"Are you okay did you fall?" I asked. She glanced at her shoulder. Then smiled.

"No he just liked to bite" she told me getting into bed naked. I noticed another mark on her thigh.

"Bite?" I asked

"Yes, big guy was kinda forceful. A biter, I guess everyone has a kink don't they?" She said glaring at me. I just let her go back to sleep. When I went to check on her a few hours later the door was locked again. I desperately wanted to ask her for the key to my chastity cage but didn't think it was the time.

I let her be, she had cheated on me I guess I deserved that. But what did this mean for us. She emerged from the room again about dinner time. I had made pasta. She devoured a bowl. And then went back to bed with two bottles of water. I heard her lock the door. She didn't emerge until the next morning and then rushed out the door for work with barely a word. No option I wore the chastity cage to work.

When I got home Vicky was home, she normally was home before me so this was normal. I found a garage bag by the door and without thought I threw it away. I found Vicky in the bathroom folding laundry.

"Vicky can I have the key to the chastity cage" I asked just wanting it off I had never worn it this long.

"Why? You don't need it anymore" Vicky said confused.

"What?" I stuttered

"Well your lover obviously doesn't use it for anything, and I certainly an not going to be using it again. So why?" Vicky asked again looking at me. "I may have use of that tounge from time to time but that's it" Vicky added.

"Vick!" I wimpered.

"What you can't expect me to see you as a man after the other night can you?" She asked. "Come here" she patted the bed.

I sat next to her.

"I got rid of all your boy undies too, I mean you like wearing girlie things right?" She said her hand cupping my face.

"I slept with Greg" she confessed. Greg was my best friend he would never.

"Greg wouldn't" I started.

"When I showed him the pics of you getting fucked by your boyfriend he understood why I needed a man. I didn't know he liked to bite though" Vicky explained. "Here put these away" she handed me a pile of bras and panties. I headed towards her dresser.

"Silly those are yours" Vicky told me. I looked down and realized she was serious and placed them in my empty underwear drawer.

"I would like to meet your lover, what is his name?" Vicky continued

"Marcus" I said softly

"He has a big cock, is he gay. I mean does he fuck woman as well?' Vicky asked.

"I don't think so" I told her. In kind of a trance. Was this all happening?

she took my phone and called Marcus.

"Hello whore" he answered the phone with.

"This is the whore's wife Vicky "she told him.

"You want me to stop fucking the slut?" He asked with a chuckle.

"No, not at all. He seemed to enjoy it "she told him. "I think he like it if you fucked him even more" I listened as the two of them started to make decisions and a schedule of my life. I tried twice to interrupt but was silenced before I could speak.

Vicky gave up any marital rights, giving them over to Marcus. She promised to make me more femine for him as well. I found myself meeting Marcus two to three times a week. Vicky had hired a contractor to build a bedroom and bathroom in the basement. It even had its own entrance. As soon as it was done I moved into it. She had designed the room with hidden anchor points, the room was also done in pink and light blue colors. And the closet full of woman's clothes in my size. Marcus could come and go privately. Vicky didn't hide that I was a sissy fag. And openly slept with other men.

Marcus even started taking me put as his little sissy bitch in public. Even making me service some of his friends. We have been married for 15 more years. Where I don't think I have seen Vicky naked in all that time. We have both gone thru several lovers.

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strangleetomz · 3 months

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for the tk prompts thingy lee!husk w 11 and ler!angel (/nf!)

11. “Can I tickle you?”

eueudhfhsjfhd this is my first time writing for any hazbin hotel characters pls be nice🙏🙏

this can be viewed as either platonic or romantic !!

“Hey, whiskers~!” Angel says as he approaches Husk, using that same tone and smirk that Husk swears he hates so much. Husk gives the spider a look of disinterest and annoyance as he continues cleaning a, currently, empty alcohol bottle.

Angel does not care.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me whiskers?” Husk sighed.

“Get over it, pal, cause I ain’t gonna stop.” Angel grinned smugly at the groan he was given as a response. “But I’m not here to flirt with you today.”

Husk almost cheered aloud, his curiosity stopped him.

“Okay then.. Why are you over here?” Husk set down the bottle he’d been cleaning. “You’re not just gonna get drunk and bitch about your job to me, are you?”

It’d been a little while since Husk and Angel actually became close. They learned a lot about each other in this time.

And theres one that Angel doesn’t like to leave Husk alone about.

“Can I tickle you?” Way to be straightforward, Angel.

The spider had a small yet mischievous smile on his face.

“I swear to fuck,” Husk mumbled to himself. “Why?”

“It is very adorable when I tickle you. Y’know, your laugh, the way your wings flap, and the way that tail.. thing.. wags which tells me that you like it.. I could go on as to why. Now will ya answer my question?” Angel leans forward with his elbow rested on the table, and his chin placed on his palm.

Husk blinked, heat rising to his face. His tail flicked, and he nodded.

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” Angel practically jumped over the counter and tackled Husk down. The spider wrapped him in a tight bear hug with his top set of arms, and used his second set to scribble all over Husk’s stomach, immediately eliciting loud laughter.

“See what I mean? You’re just too cute when you’re being tickled, I don’t think I can handle it.” Angel grinned at the sight of Husk being a mess of laughter. He’d never get tired of it.

“Shuhut uHUP!” Husk couldn’t muster up much of anything to say. He squirmed in Angel’s grip, though his attempts at escape were fruitless as the tickles had weakened him. It didn’t help much that the hug that confined him has trapped his arms, causing incapability to defend himself.

“Aww, are you embarrased, whiskers~? Can the kitty not handle some little tickles~?” Angel teased, a shit-eating grin on his face as he extended his third pair of arms and started squeezing Husk’s hips.

“AhaHANGEL! Dohon’t- FUHUCK!” Husk kicked his legs out a little, but Angel quickly put that stunt to an end by trapping Husk’s legs with his own.

“You tryin’ to hurt me there, whiskers?” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Noho! Fuhuck off!” Husk tried to protest, and began to squirm a little more intensely than before.

“Hm. For that, I oughta—“

“Well, this is certainly an interesting sight!”

The sudden comment startled both demons on the floor. Angel stopped what he was doing and whipped his head around as he let go of the demon below him; both him and Husk recognized that radio-filter voice anywhere.

Alastor.

Him and that stupid fucking grin.

“How much of that did you see!?” Husk panicked, scrambling to sit up.

“Just about all of it, Husker. I was alerted by the sound of your yelling and wanted to investigate the source of it. And it appears it is just innocent fun!” His tone was quite cheerful, though it almost always seemed like that. “It is quite entertaining to watch, though I’ll spare your last bit of shame and leave the room so you may continue your fun.”

“..Thanks?” Angel watched, confused, as Alastor walked away with his hands behind his back.

“You’re welcome, my dear!” The radio demon called out as he left the room.

“Well, where were we?” Angel turned back to Husk with a smirk.

Husk’s laughter soon echoed through the room once again.

#strangleetomz #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!angeldust #lee!husk #sorry i just had to include alastor. i could not keep the demons at bay /j

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jeonginsdiary · 2 months

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Can you do Lee! Seungmin & Ler! Chan

Chan got fed up of Seungmin calling him old. "You're half of 52 next year" or something like that I'm not sure You don't have to do it but thank you if you even see this

- Aging

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Chan

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“Hey Chan! You’re half fifty! Fifty two next year,” Seungmin reminded the oldest, giggling and running to hide behind Minho when their leader turned around to glare at him.

“I’m not even that old! You guys are so overdramatic.” Chan rolled his eyes, taking a quick sip of his water bottle.

He and the members were having a little break from their exhausting dance practice. But it wouldn’t be a break without an onslaught of teasing from the younger boys.

The vocalist playfully scoffed at the Australian’s words. “You are! You’re gonna go grey soon.” He stuck his tongue out at Chan, provoking the leader.

“Oh you’re so asking for it.” The older mumbled under his breath, chasing Seungmin around the studio before he was finally able to tackle him, shoving the boy face first onto the ground and sitting on his back thighs.

“N-no! Guys, help me!” Panic was evident in Seungmin’s tone as he squirmed around, glancing at his members in hopes he would be saved. His eyes landed on Jeongin who was smirking rather evilly, sending shivers down the vocalist’s spine. “Innie please stop him!” Seungmin glued his arms to his sides.

“Don’t you dare, Jeongin.” Chan warned the maknae, taking his two index fingers and tasering Seungmin’s lower sides.

“PLEHEASE!” The vocalist squealed. Twisting around on his stomach, trying to grab the older’s hands. “Get off of me!”

“No way! You’re being a little shit right now and i’m going to teach you a lesson.” Chan warned, taking the opportunity to stuff his fingers up the boy’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHAH! HYUHUHUHUNG, NOHOHOHO!” Seungmin screamed, pressing his arms to his sides and flopping around like a fish out of water. “Stahahahap, I’m sahahahaharryy!”

Chan rolled his eyes, ripping one of the younger’s arms up and sticking his pointer finger into the hollow. “This is what you get,” He reminded the boy, keeping his arm above his head no matter how hard Seungmin tugged.

“Noooohohoho, it tihihihihickles!!”

Laughter erupted from the members. “It’s supposed to tickle, Min.” Hyunjin giggled while Seungmin thrashed around.

Finally releasing the younger’s arm, Chan went back down to squeeze at Seungmin’s sides full force. “NO! Stohohohohohahahahahaha!” The younger kicked his legs, writhing around weakly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Seungmin? You can’t stop me~” The leader teased, not budging when the vocalist grabbed onto his wrists and tried to pry him off.

The younger cackled wildly, bringing his legs up to kick Chan in the back with his socked feet. Felix and Hyunjin had jokingly pulled his shoes off while he was napping on the couch and he was seriously regretting their decision.

“Ooh~ Are you ticklish here Mr. Kim..?” The leader grabbed one of Seungmin’s ankles the next time he kicked up and began scribbling crazily over his arch and sole.

The vocalist let out a frantic scream, trying to twist around and pull those wiggling fingers off of his feet but finding his arms too short to do so. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I REHEHEHEHEALLY CAN’T TAKE IT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!” He begged squealing when the oldest shifted his body so he was seated on Seungmin’s ankles. Carefully, he peeled the boy’s socks off, ignoring the pleas and whines escaping the younger’s lips.

“Please don’t do this! Hyung please!” The Australian simply ignored him, continuing to remove the second sock before dramatically flinging them across the room. “Pleasepleaseplease! I’m super ticklish there! I’ll do anything!!” The vocalist tried bargaining, his attempts ultimately shut down when Chan vigorously dug into the area right beneath his toes. “AGHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SAID PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin clenched his toes as much as he could but nothing would stop that horribly ticklish feeling on his bare feet.

“Will you really do anything?” Chan asked the younger, his words barely audible over the boy’s hysterical laughter.

Seungmin nodded violently. “YEHEHEHEHEHES ANYTHING I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist was grateful when the leader lifted his hands.

The Australian moved back onto the younger’s hips. “Then let me tickle your bellybutton without you bringing your arms down.” He deadpanned.

Seungmin’s eyes widened in panic. “W-what? N-no! That’s even worse!”

Chan smiled. “Or we could just have another member pin your arms…” He glanced at the other boys who were all invested in their own things, unfazed by the daily tickle attack. Well.., most of them were just glad it wasn’t their turn.

The vocalist couldn’t help but whine. “No~ Please not another member!” He groaned when Chan once again insisted he keep his arms up.

“I promise I won’t move my finger.” The older said, knowing Seungmin didn’t stand a single chance if there was anything wiggling in his navel. It was that sensitive.

Reluctantly, the boy slowly raised his arms, complaining the whole way. “This is stupid! All because I called you old!?” He got a warning poke to his bellybutton for that, making his arms shoot down instinctively, and having to force them up all over again under Chan’s instruction.

When the younger’s arms were finally out of the way, the leader got to work.

“Aw~ There’s no way this small button can get you screaming and crying in less than a second.” He teased. “I mean, you can’t even handle a single poke to it! It’s just too ticklish, isn’t it~”

Seungmin let out a loud, long whine. “Stopppp!” He really couldn’t handle all this cooing. His hands fidgeted above his head and he didn’t know how much longer he could take this.

“Fine, since you want me to start so bad~” The older brought his index finger directly into the navel, watching Seungmin jolt aggressively despite there being no movement whatsoever.

“P-plehease..!” The vocalist’s tummy quivered under the finger, waiting for the moment it would push in. He sucked his stomach in as far as it would go but he couldn’t get away.

Chan made quick eye contact with the boy and couldn’t help but melt at the sight. Seungmin’s lips were pursed in an anticipated smile and his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. His hair was messy from all the thrashing and his eyes were slightly teary.

He looked adorable.

Wasting no more time, the leader finally plunged his finger into the sensitive navel, being careful not to wiggle around as promised. “STA—AAAAAAAAPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO!!” The younger let out an ear piercing shriek, resorting to tangling his hands in his hair in an attempt to keep them up.

The vocalist tried twisting his body, but that only resulted in Chan’s finger roaming around his button the more he wriggled. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP YOU SAHAID YOU WOHOULDN’T MOHOHOHOHOVE!!”

The Australian cocked a brow. “I’m not moving! You’re squirming too much, it’s forcing me to!” The older defended himself.

Seungmin could only scream and arch his back, which again caused that tortorous finger to push further in. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” He didn’t know what else to do besides try and arch his back further which, again, didn’t work out in his favor. “STAHAHAHAP PUSHING IHIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUHUHUAHAHANG!”

Chan laughed this time, surprised the younger still had his arms up. “You’re doing pretty good, Min. What about some raspberries..?”

The moment these words registered in Seungmin’s head, he absolutely freaked out. Slamming his arms down, he held onto the now still wrists which were once digging into his navel.

“Oh, so now your hands are down?” Chan teased before calling Minho over. “Hold his arms up for me, he won’t keep them up himself.” And without any questions, Lee Know complied.

“Nonononono! Don’t do this you guys! I’m really sorry Channie hyung I’ll never do it again!” The younger rambled endlessly.

Minho couldn’t help the smirk that grazed his features. “Oh, this is because he called you old?” He received a nod from the Australian who agonizingly brought his head above Seungmin’s belly.

“Are you ready?” The leader ignored the boys’ pleas of ‘no!’s’ and ‘wait!’s’. He pushed his lips right onto the vocalist’s bellybutton and blew.

Now, since there wasn’t many recordings going on, Chan hadn’t shaved in longer than usual, so the light stubble along his chin began to rub ticklishly on Seungmin’s skin, making the boy absolutely howl with laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP YOUR STUHUHUHUHUPID BEHEHEHEHEHEHEARD TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!” The younger could barely get anything else out before being immersed into silent laughter from the nonstop raspberries and stubble on his worst spot.

“It’s not a beard!” Chan made sure to rub his chin directly under Seungmin’s navel just to hear the boy scream out some desperate pleas. “But go rest up with the other’s, and you better have learned your lesson.” Immediately, the vocalist scrambled off to go find Jeongin.

“Wow, you got him good.” Lee Know grinned at the older.

“Shut up, he totally loved it.” And anyone would be lying if they denied that.

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so i got this request forever ago and i totally forgot about it until i looked through my drafts😭 it got pushed to the bottom since i have a lot of tktober stuff and other fics started above it so basically the first half of this was started a long time ago and i finished it today😭😭

also the beginning of the fic is not very good cus i wrote it during my huge writers block so bare with me😔😔

#kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids tickle

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radio-navlee · 9 months

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Voodoo dolls never hurt nobody

I had a great idea with Spider verse and voodoo dolls! I was so excited to write this! So happyyyy!! Also I just really love the idea of ticklish voodoo dolls so (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Lee: Pavitr, Hobie, Miles

Ler: Pavitr, Hobie, Miles

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Hobie sat at his couch infront of the TV, eating a bowl a cereal whilst it rained a bit outside. His apartment wasnt dirty but it wasnt clean either. Hobie likes to collect thing and keep things that were given to him, but when it piles up, his whole apartment looked like a yard sell. He almost drifted off to sleep when he heard a portal open, it was Miles. “Hey Hoobes! Hobs? Can I call u that?”

“Whas’ up Miles?”

“I’m pretty sure the sky?” Miles joked as he pointed up at the celling

“oh so you’re funny today, eh?”

Miles explained that he was supposed to be at a friends place but they had something come up. He thought it would be awkward if he went back home after telling his parents all he was leaving for the rest of the day, so he asked to crash at Hobies for a bit

“So he ditched ya?” Hobie smirked

“I wouldn’t put it like that!” Miles chuckled embarrassed

“I’s alright man, you can stay for a bit. I let Gwen crash here alls’ the time.” Hobie said, turning his attention back to the show on his television.

“There’s food in the fridge and pantry, don’t touch anything with sticky notes though, I’m saving those for something.”

“Like cooking?” Miles asked as he opened the fridge

“…Yea,” Hobie shrugged

Miles grabbed a water bottle and ripped the label off. He sat down next to Hobie on the couch and watched the TV for a while.

5 minutes go by and another portal opens, it was Pav, as soon as he stepped into the dimension Hobie and Miles felt their chest get tighter. Like if a big hand had just grabbed them.

“Oh… MY.. GOSH! HOBIEHOBIEHOBIE!!” Pav panted, he looked exhausted from running. Hobie and Miles turn their head to face Pav.

“Oh Miles!! Good to see you!” Pav smiled excited to see him

“Hi pav!” Miles smiled back

Pav ran over to them and sat on the couch to the side of them and took a breath before talking.

“Guess what I found at the spider society’s gadget place!”

“whad you find?” Hobie asked

“There’s a Gadget place?”

“LOOK!!” Pav smiled holding up 4 mini cloth dolls that looked like a chibi version of all of them. Gwen, Hobie, Pav, and miles.

“What are those?” Miles question

“Little dolls of us!!” Pav chuckled

“So whas weth dem? They like voodoo dolls or sumting?” Hobie questioned.

Pav gasped “I didn’t even think of that!”

“Lemme see yours pav! Let’s test it!” Miles said reaching out to grab the doll

Pav set the other dolls aside and gave Miles the little Pav doll. Miles gestured for him to turn around to test. Hobie put his elbows on his knees, helping his chin to rest of his hands while he watched Pav.

“can you feel this?” Miles asked poking behind Pav’s head

“yea!!” Pav giggled, putting his left hand to the back of his head and turns back around

“Cool! What about this!”

“EEEHehehe!!” pav squealed scrunching his neck feeling a light tickling sensation

“What was that?” Miles chuckled keeping his finger at his neck, not moving it, just keeping it there

“Hehehaha!! Nohoho tickling goofy!!” Pav said trying to grab at his own doll

“sorry!” Miles dodged his hands and removed his finger from Pavs neck

“That’s so cool! Isn’t Hobie?” Miles turn to look at Hobie

“Hobie?..Hooobbiieee?” Miles called out realizing Hobie wasn’t sat beside him anymore.

“Mate, don’t shout! I’m bout chu get anotha noise complaint!” Hobie peered around the door frame from his bedroom.

“Sorry!” Miles whispered

Hobie stepped back into his room lying on his bed.

“Imma be here,” Hobie said pointing to himself and then the bed

“hey Miles!!” Pav whispered gesturing for Miles to sit closer to him

“I say we prank him, yeah?!” Pav whispered playfully

“How?” Miles asked

Pav held up the chibi spider punk doll and poked to his neck. Hobie jumped a bit then rubbed his neck. Miles and Pav looked over through Hobies door way to see if they could get a reaction. That’s when Hobie noticed them, realizing the two where messing with his doll

“Aye! You’d betta noat be messin with me out der!” Hobie raised his head

Pav and Miles both giggled like little girls at a sleepover, starting to poke around the dolls waist.

“Aye! Quihihit it!” Hobie tried to get up to stop them but felt tickling over his midsection and sat back down.

“Oh dude this is so awesome!” Miles said looking back and forth from Hobie and the doll.

Hobie was curled up on his bed trying to muffle his giggles, while miles and Pav watched.

“Yohohou sacks of rohohohocksss!!!”

“Cmon Hobie! We know you enjoy this!” Pav teased

“Im nohohat enjoyin shihihit!!” Hobie yelled out trying to get back up to walk toward them.

“Oh shoot!” Miles panicked noticing Hobie slowly walking towards them, Miles then went for the dolls hips and Hobie collapsed

“Fuhuhahahack!! MILES!!! QUIHIHIT!!” Hobie screamed

“This is fun!” Pav laughed

“Nohohohot for MHEHAHAHA!!” Hobie laughed still hugging his mid section to try to relieve some of the ticklish-ness

“STAHAHAHOHOHOP!!”

“But I’m having so much fun!” Miles said stoping for a second to let Hobie breath.

“fuck….yohou!” Hobie panted,

Hobie sat on the floor for a second before quickly jumping to the ceiling and crawling over above the pile of dolls and whipped Miles’ up into his hands, he then sat crisscross on the ceiling and spoke

“yours is actually kinda cute Miles!” Hobie said giving Miles an evil smirk

“what? Hobie? How’d you get up there- WAIT NOHAHHOhoho!!!” Mile spun his head around to face Hobie when he broke down laughing as he felt Hobie start pinching at his ribs

“Look mate, you tickle me. I tickle you back!” Hobie stated watching Miles flop around on the couch

“NOHohahahaat! fahahahairr!!!” Miles protested through laughter

“I tink its plenty fair," Hobie teased, shooting for Miles' armpits

"Hobie your good at this," Pav said panicked trying to sneakily hide his own doll

"NOHOHAHAHAA!! ITS SOHOHO MUCH WORSE NOHOAHAHOWW!!" Miles trashed almost falling off the couch

"Aye, Pav don't think I never forgot bout chu!" Hobie said whipping up Pav's doll and immediately started prodding at the dolls tummy

"NO!! NOHAhahahaha!! HohoHOHOBIE!!" Pav giggled

Miles caught his breath and reached for Hobies doll and started pinching at his knees

"You know Pav I- HEHEAHAHAHA!! MILES!!" Hobie kicked his legs causing him to fall from the roof onto the couch with an 'oof'

"dohont try me Hobie!" Miles said, making Hobie laugh harder

"I- I- IHIHIHIHI!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Hobies giggle laughs where high pitched, and nothing of what miles expected

"Woah! Hobie your laugh, or giggle?" Miles awed

Hobie grabbed a pillow off the couch and brought it over his face, trying to muffle himself. Pav quickly grabbed Miles' doll and started to wiggle his fingers into his belly

“Hobie thats so c- HEHAHAhahah!!” Miles dropped Hobies doll, having Hobie to relax a bit. Pav threw his head back in exhaustion, and Miles did the same.

“Hobie you alright?” Pav asked, chuckling when he saw Hobies arm raise up giving them a thumbs up, then dropping it limp.

“Good..”

They all sat in comfortable silence for while, listening to the rain outside, noticing the TV was still on, realizing they all just tickled each other using dolls. Somebody had to break the silence,

“Hobie your lau-”

“DONT! Even, I already know” Hobie sighed, making Miles giggle

They all moved onto the couch Hobie was laying at and started to watch the movie playing on the TV. Miles tried to whisper something into Hobies ear when Hobie scrunched up his shoulder to his ear,

“Don’t tell me you’re-” miles gleamed with excitement

“Don’t I swear! You can try that shit with Pav, not me!” Hobie threatened, “Your in distance, don’t tink I won’t just- cause I will!” Hobie pinched at Miles rib for a second

“Ohohok ok!” Miles giggles

They fell asleep together on the couch later that night, it’s wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t bad.

(ok it’s like 2 in the morning right now I need serious sleep😺) GHOST OUT 👻

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse tickle #tickle fanfic #lee!pavitr #lee!hobie #lee!miles #ler!pavitr #ler!hobie #ler!miles

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