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tired-and-ticklish · 1 month

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Broadcast Interference

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this.

Summary: Vox and Alastor’s rivalry is no secret to anyone. What is a secret is the more… interesting ways they deal with each other

TW: Tickling (Intense, seriously), Swearing, Restraints, Drinking, Vox and Alastor are both Bastard Men, Mentions of Cannibalism

Idea inspired by this post by @coolbananas143

Really, everyone should have expected this sooner or later. A rivalry like Vox and Alastor’s doesn’t just stick to insulting each other via radios and television screens. No, at some point, it gets physical, and it’s better for everyone to just stay out of their way. Thankfully, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel had unintentionally done just that.

It was no secret that the Television Overlord spied on basically everyone in Pentagram City, and the Hazbin Hotel was no exception. Sure, at first the monitoring could be chalked up to either “it’s just what Vox does” or “He’s watching the hotel to keep track of Angel for Val.”, but upon learning the Radio Demon had returned from a seven year absence to just throw himself into Charlotte Morningstar’s passion project, well, Vox couldn’t stop monitoring the hotel.

He had waited for the perfect opportunity, one where no one else besides Alastor would be at the hotel. Sure, Vox would have loved a captive audience to his triumph over that old-timey prick, but all in good time. He wanted all of Hell to see just who was in charge, and that would only happen when he found a way to record Alastor without the Radio Demon distorting the video. For now, however, this would do.

Alastor was going to be alone. The Princess had decided on another little ‘bonding excursion’, and as predicted, the Radio Demon had declined to go, most likely finding it beneath him. Ah, how that ego of his would be Alastor’s undoing. After making sure everyone else had left, Vox zapped himself through to the camera closest to the hotel, landing right in front of the doors.

‘You’re in for quite the surprise, you old-timey prick!’ The TV Thought as he entered the hotel.

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Alastor knew something had been wrong ever since Charlie and the others left. He wasn’t alone in the hotel, much to his annoyance. The Radio Demon had been hoping for one day where he could be uninterrupted, but this was Hell and that was wishful thinking. In hindsight, he should have sent his shadows to see who dared infiltrate the hotel, but he was the Radio Demon, he could take care of any lowlife sinners who tried to deface or destroy the hotel.

What he hadn’t been expecting was Vox, looking like he had been waiting for Alastor. That pompous, sorry excuse for an Overlord had made himself at home, even pouring himself a drink from Husk’s bar. How he ate and drank wasn’t something Alastor wanted to question, what he wanted to know was why Vox had dared to step foot into the hotel.

“Just wanted to see what was keeping you so busy.” Vox responded casually, deliberately reaching over the bar instead of going around it, just making a mess. “There’s so much tacky fucking circus decor in here, is that what little princess Morningstar is running? A circus?”

“I can assure you, they were not my doing.” Alastor growled, his already thin patience for the TV wearing down further. “It’d be best for both of us if you left. With all your limbs still attached.”

“Try me, old man.” Vox dared.

“I would say I’ve been dying to eat you, but I’d rather not expunge my guts today!”

Insults soon turned to assaults, a bottle flying at the Radio Demon. Tendrils spawned from the ground, making a grab at the TV Overlord, but Vox had learned from their last fight. The two scuffled for some time, Alastor only feeling slightly bad for the damages to the hotel, considering that would make more for Niffty to clean.

‘Not to mention how cross Husker will be when he finds the bar raided and destroy-’ That one train of thought was Alastor’s undoing.

The wires from the hotel’s TV ripped out of the wall, ensnaring the Radio Demon. They wrapped around his arms, pulling them taut and upward, before wrapping around his waist and legs, so he couldn’t kick his way out. Try as he might, he couldn’t get free, growling as the TV came closer to his face.

“Look at you, trapped like the helpless animal you are.” Vox grinned, leaning in close, only for Alastor to try to smash his head into the TV Screen.

“I’ll show you helpless when I tear all your limbs off and devour them in front of you!” Alastor snarled, trying to pull himself free as Vox walked around him.

“You need to relax.” Vox hummed, dragging a claw down Alastor’s side slowly.

He had meant for it to hurt, but what he hadn’t expected with the Radio Demon stiffening, and biting his lip. Vox hummed at this discovery, repeating the action, which in turn caused Alastor to try to pull away. The TV couldn’t contain his excitement, he recognized all the signs thanks to working closely with Valentino and Velvette. He recognized them from having helped bring Angel Dust to tears a few times.

“You’re fucking ticklish?!” The amount of pure joy and malice in his voice didn’t escape Alastor. “This is too good!”

“It would be in your best interest if you forget all of this and release me this instance if you value your-” Whatever threat the Radio Demon was about to make was cut off by the feeling of Vox’s claws on his hips, scratching and digging into them.

“You’re not the one in control right now, are you~?” Vox teased. “No, you’re at my mercy, so watch your tongue.”

“Ihihihih’d tehehehell yohohohou to bihihihite meheheh, but yohohohou’d enjohohohoy that!” Alastor was pushing him, he knew that, but he wasn’t about to let the TV Overlord think for one second he wasn’t in control!

“Alright, keep pushing your luck.” Vox mused, moving his hands up Alastor’s sides. “I can do this aaallll day~”

Alastor tried once again to get away from the TV Overlord, his laughter going up an octave as Vox got closer to his ribs. He needed to get out of this situation before the bastard found his worst spots. The Radio Demon was sure his pride wouldn’t survive the taunts and teases that would be sure to follow.

“Let me guess, since you’re a cannibal, this is your favorite spot~?” Vox hummed, digging into Alastor’s ribs and grinning as the deer let out a squeal.

“Iihihihi’ve beehhehehen tihihihickled behehehetter bhihihihiihy thehehehe wihihihihnd!” Alastor was hoping if he got Vox angry enough, he’d drop his guard and that would give him the chance to escape.

“Ohoh, now you’re asking for it you prick!” Vox growled, his eyes scanning over the Radio Demon. There had to be a spot that would have him begging for mercy, and, as Vox noticed Alastor’s ears flicking, he got a wicked idea. “I’m getting bored of this spot anyway.”

His hands were removed from Alastor’s ribs, much to the deer’s relief. That respite was short-lived, however, as he noticed Vox looking at his ears. Before he could even threaten the TV, his ears were being scratched and rubbed, tickling the Radio Demon to no end. He couldn’t hold back anymore, pride be damned!

“FUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOHOHOH!” Alastor squealed. “CEHEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHAHT OHOHOHOHONCE!”

“Oh, that spot got you screaming quickly!” Vox sounded positively ecstatic about this discovery. “Wonder how long it’ll take before you’re a crying mess.”

“NEHEHEHEHEVER!”

“Never?” Vox chuckled, beginning to emit small, harmless shocks from his claws. “Your funeral~”

The shocks were sending a new wave of ticklish Hell upon Alastor’s nerves. A loud screech of radio static came from his throat, Vox recoiling slightly from the noise, but not enough to stop tickling him. The TV wasn’t letting him go anytime soon, and Alastor knew the only thing he could do was pray he either got bored, or pray that the others would return soon.

“I wonder what other spots get you screaming like this?” Vox hummed, despite not expecting the deer to answer. “Not talking? Guess I’ll have to find out on my own~”

Alastor was going to make him pay for this! He’d wipe that shit-eating grin off Vox’s face if it was the last thing he ever did! Another screech of radio interference escaped the Radio Demon, feeling like he was going mad. Vox, meanwhile, was having the time of his afterlife, but he needed more. He needed a spot that would finally be too much for Alastor.

“GEHEHEHEHEHT OHHOOHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEHFOHOHOHOHRE IHIHIHIHIHIH BIHIHIHIHITE YOHOHOHOHU!”

A small ‘ding’ sound played from Vox’s speakers, the TV getting an idea. With a smirk, and after a few more electric shocks, he ceased his attack on the sensitive ears. Alastor caught his breath, not yet noticing the wires restraining him brought him up higher off the ground, his abdomen now level with Vox’s face.

“Thanks for giving me a hint~” Vox teased, and before the Radio Demon could respond, the TV had ripped open both the deer’s coat and undershirt, buttons flying off in random directions.

“You’re going to pay for that-” The threat was cut off by Vox slowly stoking a finger up and down Alastor’s stomach, making him freeze.

“All this talk of eating and shit has made me a bit… hungry~” Vox said, before grabbing Alastor’s sides with both hands.

“Vox, I-I’m warning you. If you even think about doing what I think you’re planning, It will be the last thing you ever live to do-” Alastor began, only to be stopped as Vox’s claws dig into his sides.

“You talk too much.” Vox replied, leaning in close.

It happened too fast for the Radio Demon to react, suddenly Vox’s face was in his stomach, before he felt ‘vibrations,’ making him squeal. The ‘vibrations’ were Vox using his TV static to make it feel like he was blowing raspberries right into the deer’s sensitive belly. Cackles of static and laughter came from Alastor, unable to let out a coherent sentence.

“YOHOHOU- STHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOH- IHIHIHIHI’M GOHIHIHING- CEHEHEHASE!”

Vox didn’t stop, in fact, he got worse, squeezing and prodding Alastor’s sides as he continued to torture him. He vaguely wondered if the Radio Demon would pass out from all this, and that would be something to see. Until then, however, Vox was going to keep tormenting him until he had his fill.

Alastor’s nerves felt like they were on fire, desperately trashing as best he could to try and escape. He hated this, he hated all of it so much! Being trapped, feeling helpless, especially at the hands of a bastard television!

“Say, Al.” Vox began, ceasing his raspberry assault in favor of raking his claws over Alastor’s stomach, once again emitting small shocks from them. “Imagine the headlines if all of Hell found out you, the big bad Radio Demon, are stupidly fucking ticklish~”

“YOHOHOHOOHHU WOOHOHOHULDN’T- DOOHOHOHON’T YOHOHOHOHU DAHAH-”

“I can see it now. ‘Breaking news! The Radio Demon and Local Hazbin is ticklish! A few well placed pokes and he’s begging for mercy!’ Wouldn’t that be ‘entertaining?’” Vox grinned. “If only I could get my cameras, and well, you would fucking show up on camera.”

As much as Vox would love to continue breaking Alastor, he was a busy man, and Valentino and Velvette were probably going to be looking for him soon. After one more ‘raspberry’ to Alastor’s belly button, he stopped. The wires holding the Radio Demon up soon unceremoniously dropped him, the deer catching his breath.

“Well, this was informative, and entertaining.” Vox hummed, beginning to head out of the hotel. “We should do this again some-”

Vox’s words were cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by shadowy tendrils, slamming him against the wall. Despite how out of it and tired Alastor felt, there was no way he was letting that TV escape after what he did. Slowly, he composed himself, carefully pushing himself off the floor.

“You seem to forget, old pal.” Alastor began, his eyes turning to radio dials. “Turnabout is fair play, and we still have quite some time before Charlie and the others return.”

“Put me down you asshole!” Vox growled, trying to pull himself free.

“Oh no, you see.” Alastor continued, coming over to the trapped Overlord. “When I get my revenge, I get it tenfold. Best you start praying now~”

Alastor was going to savor every single minute of tormenting Vox. He was going to make sure that pompous television knew never to mess with him again.

#hazbin hotel tickle #ler!vox #lee!alastor #tickle fic #sorry if this is bad i didn't get much sleep

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flufffilleddonut · 2 months

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Radio Waves - Part 3

Summary - After his last encounter with Alastor, Vox finds himself experiencing strange feelings that won't go away. He knows there’s only one demon who can help him, so Vox decides to pay him a visit.

Word Count - 2500

Vox was in his surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with screens, displaying footage from his many cameras throughout the Pride Ring.

Vox, however, was preoccupied with his thoughts. Alastor had snuck into the V Tower a week ago and, ever since, Vox found himself unable to stop thinking about their encounter. He kept thinking about Alastor’s wiggling fingers, digging into his ribs. The uncontrollable laughter that the sensations drew from Vox. The way Alastor teased him and how his words managed to intensify the feelings. Vox was craving more, and that craving was increasingly invading his mind.

When Velvette had snuck up behind Vox, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close for a selfie, Vox flushed, thinking it was a surprise attack. When Valentino pulled Vox in close to cuddle, he was certain that he was about to be wrecked with tickles, but no such luck.

He’s cursed me with his disease, Vox thought to himself, as he paced around the room.

There was only one way for Vox to get these thoughts to stop, and only one demon who could help him do so. Vox knew, however, that he would never be able to ask directly, and would instead have to come up with a way of provoking the demon into attacking him, just as Alastor had before.

After thinking for a while, Vox came up with a plan. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best chance he had at getting these feelings to go away.

Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to jazz music on an old radio, when he heard a tapping sound coming from his window.

How curious, Alastor thought, knowing that only one demon had ever used the window as an entry point to his room.

Alastor made his way over to the window, his suspicions being confirmed when he spotted the television-headed Overlord hanging onto the window sill. He thought for a moment about simply leaving Vox there to dangle, before his curiosity got the better of him. Alastor clicked open the latches and slid the window up.

“My my, it appears I have a visitor.” Alastor said as Vox hoisted himself up and into the room through the window. Alastor was standing with his arms folded behind his back, microphone in hand, per usual.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” Vox said as he stood, brushing off his jacket. “I only came here because I have a problem, and I believe that you can help.”

Alastor tilted his head to the side.

“You came looking for my assistance?” Alastor said, letting out a small chuckle. “You must be pretty desperate if you came to me of all people, thinking that there was a chance I’d be willing to help.”

Vox felt his head start to heat up. Alastor wasn’t wrong. Vox was taking a gamble going to him, but he felt that his recent experiences with his rival proved that Alastor knew how to handle his current issue, and that he would be more than willing to assist.

Vox tried to keep up a confident front. He didn’t want Alastor to catch on just yet.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. You just happen to be the perfect demon for what I require.” Vox remarked with a smirk.

“Is that so?” Alastor questioned. “And, why exactly might that be?”

Suddenly, Vox shot his hands under Alastor’s coat and began scribbling his claws all over Alastor’s stomach.

Alastor was taken by surprise. He bent slightly forwards as he began giggling madly, not having the time or warning necessary to prevent the sounds from erupting out of his mouth.

“Because you’re so darn ticklish!” Vox responded with a grin, keeping up his onslaught.

Alastor struggled for a moment to untangle his arms behind his back, before bringing them to his front and grabbing onto one of Vox’s wrists with his free hand.

“Vohohohox! Whahahat are youhou dohohoing?” Alastor giggled out.

“I’m just testing out my old radio.” Vox commented nonchalantly. “I think something’s wrong with the volume, though. It should be much louder. Don’t worry! I know just how to fix it!”

Vox then took advantage of Alastor’s death-grip on his microphone, removing his hands from Alastor to take hold of the artifact, raise it into the air, spin it (and Alastor) around, and sharply yank it back towards himself, causing the Radio Demon to fall backwards onto Vox’s chest.

Vox kept a firm hold on the raised object with his right hand, raking the nails of his left up and down Alastor’s right side.

“This should do the trick!” Vox remarked, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

Alastor, unwilling to let go of his microphone, was forced to simply endure the attack, gripping Vox’s wrist with his free hand but unable to protect his side. His giggles turned to full-fledged laughter.

“VOHOHOHOX! STOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS IMMEHEHEHEDIATELY!” Alastor managed to say.

“But I thought you enjoyed getting my undivided attention! Isn’t smiling also like… your whole gimmick? I’m just helping you out! Giving you a reason to smile!”

Vox heard the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increase, just before he felt something wrap around his ankles.

The black tendrils secured themselves around Vox before hoisting him into the air, leaving the demon dangling upside-down.

The shock of the event caused Vox to lose his grip on Alastor’s microphone. Alastor collapsed onto the ground, remaining there for a few moments and regaining his breath, before standing to face Vox.

“The tides sure turned quickly, didn’t they, old pal~?” Alastor purred before placing his hands atop Vox’s ribs.

Vox’s heart rate increased. His plan of wrecking Alastor in an effort to get him to retaliate had worked. This is what he had been hoping for. Although, Vox did have to admit, he did enjoy tickling the stuffing out of the guy.

Alastor, with one hand, began lightly tracing his fingers back and forth across Vox’s ribs, moving slowly. With his other hand, Alastor dug his fingers roughly into the spaces between Vox’s ribs, moving quickly.

The duality of the feelings nearly caused Vox’s systems to crash within an instant.

He began laughing madly, unable to escape Alastor’s hands no matter which way he attempted to lean his dangling body.

“NOHOHO! AHAL-AHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-HAHAHAHA!” Vox attempted to speak, but found that he was barely able to form words.

“Didn’t quite catch that last part, friend!” Alastor said as his devilish grin grew. “Come on, tell me what you said! Don’t leave me hanging!”

Alastor mock-laughed at his own joke, as Vox’s voice began to glitch out.

“Whoops, don’t want to break the T.V. just yet~” Alastor sang out. Without removing his hands, Alastor switched techniques. The hand that was tracing began roughly digging, and vice versa.

A few small sparks of electricity flew from Vox’s head. He stopped attempting to threaten Alastor, as the intense feelings at his ribs clouded his mind. He simply continued to laugh hysterically until Alastor slowed his hands to a stop.

When Vox was once again able to focus his vision, he was met with the Radio Demon’s upside-down grin, stretched out very far. Alastor was clearly enjoying himself.

“It’s a shame I enjoy making people laugh so much. I may just have to keep you here forever, as my little captive audience~” Alastor cooed as he began lightly tracing a single finger around Vox’s stomach.

The light, teasy feeling was driving Vox insane. He had just been tickled to near insanity, but the current, faint sensation, coupled with Alastor’s infernal teasing, seemed to be just as effective in destroying the Overlord.

The buzz of television static began to fill the room as Vox was steadily giggling, trying to catch his breath a bit. Suddenly, the sound of the static gave Vox an idea.

With his arms free, Vox managed to swing himself within arm’s reach of Alastor, grabbing hold of his legs and thrusting them to the side. Alastor fell to the ground, catching himself on his hands. Vox then grabbed hold of Alastor’s ears, pressed them firmly up against his screen, and vibrated his head as violently as he could.

The sensation was completely foreign to Alastor. He didn’t have a cell phone, so he had never experienced the feeling of such a device vibrating against his body. Needless to say, the new sensation had an impact on Alastor.

“RAAAH-” Alastor yelped out in surprise, his radio filter disappearing completely, never before having experienced the sensation currently running through his ears.

The yelp was quickly replaced with laughter, however, as the vibrations from Vox’s screen seemed to reach each and every nerve in Alastor’s ears, lighting them up.

Charlie was walking down one of the hotel’s hallways when she heard it. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought that she had just heard a scream come from one of the rooms. Curious, and a bit fearful, she walked towards the rows of doors, listening for another noise.

She was met with the sound of a loud crash, followed by what sounded like a scuffle. Beginning to slightly panic, she hurried down the hall, trying to figure out which room the sounds were coming from.

Alastor was so overwhelmed by the attack on his ears that the tendrils holding Vox retreated, dropping him onto the floor with an audible thud. Vox stopped vibrating and released Alastor’s ears, slightly dazed after falling.

Alastor, face flushed, regained his composure and turned to Vox.

“Why, you little-” Alastor started as he grabbed Vox’s thighs, squeezing them tightly just as Vox had gotten his bearings.

“Dohohon’t yohohou dahahare!” Vox giggled out as he batted at Alastor’s hands.

As Charlie moved closer to the source of the sounds, she heard someone speak.

“Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!”

She recognized the voice. It was Vox, member of the Three Vees and long-time rival of Alastor.

She suddenly realized that Alastor’s room was just down the hall, and that it must be the source of the noises.

She gasped.

Vox and Alastor must be fighting! A battle between those two could destroy the entire hotel!

Charlie went into full panic mode, and ran to Alastor’s room.

She braced herself before opening the door and bursting into the room.

“Alastor!” She cried out.

Charlie was greeted with the sight of Vox on the ground, laying on his back, with Alastor perched on top of him. Alastor was grazing his fingertips over Vox’s antennae, causing Vox to giggle uncontrollably, while trying to push away Alastor’s hands. Vox’s hat was discarded off to the side of the Overlords’ current position, and Alastor’s hair was a disheveled mess.

The two Overlords turned and looked at Charlie, Alastor removing his hands from Vox’s antennae.

Charlie blinked.

“Are… are you alright?” She asked.

“Never better, dear!” Alastor responded as Vox simply laid there, catching his breath.

“You’re not… fighting?” Charlie questioned further.

“Well, I wouldn’t quite say that.” Alastor responded again, as Vox started blushing, turning his gaze away from Charlie.

Charlie stood there for another moment before the pieces clicked into place.

“Oh. My. Gosh! Were you two having a tickle fight?! That’s adorable!” Charlie chimed, her usual bright and happy demeanor returning.

“We were not!” Vox frantically yelled out. “He was just… torturing me! I couldn’t get away, but I managed to turn the tables on him! Unfortunately, he turned them back, and here we are now.”

“Okay…” Charlie started, facing Vox, “but can’t you turn into electricity, Vox? Why didn’t you just escape that way?” She turned to Alastor. “And, Alastor, can’t you disappear into the shadows at any time? Why didn’t you just escape?”

The two Overlords shared a look, before turning their heads away from each other, blushing deeply.

Charlie continued.

“Oh my! You must enjoy having these fights! That is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard!”

Alastor and Vox both refused to look at Charlie, waiting for her to leave, until she said something that caught their attention.

“I have to tell the others about this! It’s too cute not to share!”

Charlie turned to the door, about to head out, when a black tendril appeared, swiftly shutting the door and blocking Charlie from accessing it.

“I don’t think that you will be doing any such thing, my dear.” Alastor said.

Charlie turned around and saw that both Alastor and Vox were standing, and heading in her direction.

“You see, Princess,” Vox said as he and Alastor approached Charlie, Alastor grasping her wrists and holding her in place, “my reputation is very important to me. I can’t have demons hearing certain… details, that may alter their opinions towards me.”

Vox began slowly dragging his claws up and down the length of Charlie’s sides, causing her to start giggling.

“W-wait! G-guys!” She giggled out.

“I would also prefer that certain things not be known by the general public.” Alastor said from behind Charlie.

More black tendrils appeared, wiggling up against Charlie’s stomach. Vox switched from dragging to spidering up and down Charlie’s sides. She began laughing.

“OHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T TELL! PLEHEHEASE! EHEHEHE!”

“Are you sure~?” Alastor purred.

“You reeeeally promise?” Vox questioned in a teasing way.

“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” Charlie pleaded as her laughter increased in pitch, one of the tendrils having found its way under her shirt and into her belly button.

Vox backed off, and the tendrils retracted, Alastor releasing Charlie’s wrists. She curled into herself, keeping her arms close to her body.

“I’ll leave you to it, then!” Charlie said, smiling.

She waved farewell and hurried out of the room.

I may not be able to share it, but this information will definitely come in handy later, Charlie thought to herself.

“I’m not risking anyone else seeing this.” Vox said, picking up his hat as he made his way over to the window. “I’m out of here.”

“Until next time, old pal!” Alastor called out as Vox climbed out the window and down the side of the hotel.

Alastor shut and locked the window before returning to one of his arm chairs.

Alastor was glad that he had chosen Vox to help with his predicament a week ago. That decision had provided him with plenty of entertainment since then.

Vox returned to the V Tower, Velvette and Valentino nowhere to be found. He went to his surveillance room and sat down in his chair

At long last, the strange feelings that arose after his encounter with Alastor were gone, and he could get back to his work.

One last thought crossed Vox’s mind before he started monitoring the footage from his cameras.

I should visit Alastor more often.

#hazbin hotel tickle #switch!alastor #switch!vox #ler!alastor #lee!alastor #ler!vox #lee!vox #lee!charlie

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randommusicalfluff · 2 months

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LOVE UR ART SM ♥️

Also if ur okay w/ it, could u maybe draw.. Lee!Lucifer and Ler!Vox (U don’t have to tho)

Saw this prompt and LEAPED at it omg, two of my favs ngl!!

#mango art #tickling #tickle #tickle art #tickle community #tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!lucifer #ler!vox #ticklish!lucifer

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totally-not-a-tickle-blog · 3 months

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Vox headcanons? If not that's 100% ok

Ok hagd :]

No /j

HERE IT ISSS

— If he's connected to his other TV's (or just any of his technology around town) and you keep tickling him you'll most likely cause a blackout

— Blue screen for a moment if you fluster him too much with teases, permanent blue screen if you overwhelm the guy

— Swears a lot while being tickled

— Velvette sometimes mocks him saying that the V for the Vees in his case stands for "Very ticklish"

— CANNOT LET ALASTOR KNOW ABOUT THAT

— If Vox didn't already leaved at the antecipation, then you have your confirmation that he's allowing you to tickle him

— Prefers rough tickling because soft tickles feel like an annoying itch for him

— VOICE GLITCHES

— If his laughter start to get way too loud or embarassing he'll slowly decrease his own volume or even mute himself

— (You gotta convince him to increase it again)

— Will grab on anything nearby to not hit the ler, good luck if he end up grabbing your arm or smth cuz his grip is strong

— Okay too much Lee!Vox KAJSJS LER!VOX

— Likes to pin down others to make it easier for himself

— THOSE CLAWS ARE DANGEROUS......

— Definitely teases you by saying that he'll recorder you

— More careful if it's under the clothes to not actually hurt (but still rough)

— "Smile, you're being recorded!"

— Beg if you don't want him to find out that you get flustered with the "t-word"

— "HAH! It makes you embarassed?? What, saying tickle? It's just a word! C'mon, say tickle. Ticklish, tickling, tickles..."

— Plays random audios on his screen to distract his lee and catch them off guard

#tickling #tickle headcanons #tickle #tickle community #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #lee!vox #ler!vox

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hazbin-hotlee37 · 1 month

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Alright. You wanted it, you got it.

Here you heathens.

Giggles and Cuddles

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

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

To the Vees and other Hazbins...

They were the most wholesome couple in hell.

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

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

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

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

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

Until disaster struck...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shuhut it, I knohohw!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wiggly-giggly · 2 months

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TK Headcanons — Vox

-> he is definitely a switch, most definitely ler-leaning. about 60% a ler, and 40% a lee.

-> this man has claws on his hands. literal sharp, perfectly teasy claws at the ready at any hour of the day. they are perfect tools, and he knows how to use them. what can he say? he’s been ,, practising,

-> probably would only tickle velvette and valentino, and definitely a partner if he had one that isn’t either of the two prior mentioned.

-> he’s such a tease, dear god. he wouldn’t really compliment his lee’s laughter unless he was close with them, but he will make remarks and comments on how they react to his methods.

-> “wow! this is a bad spot, huh? look at you! you’re practically red! you can’t be this fucking ticklish, can you? now, i wonder what happens if i move over here?”

-> he is one for the chase. and he’s not going to play fair. here’s your friendly reminder that he can materialize himself into a simple bolt of lightning. vox will let you run for a short while, until you’re out of his sight , or until you think that you’re safe. and then he will materialize himself, sending himself over in front of you, and bask in your shocked reaction.

-> we’ve mentioned this in a different post, but say vox is alternatively not up to chase you around, let alone sneak up on you or launch an overt attack. he will find a way to trace and skitter his claws of fingers on your skin with one hand, the other being more preoccupied with what he is doing . maybe he’s easing a book, maybe he’s looking over files. but nothing is stopping that smirk from growing on his screen. and he’ll act like he’s not doing anything either.

-> “hm? i don’t get what’s so funny over there, you should be doing your work. it’s too early to be making so much noise.”

-> okay okay heading on to more lee headcanons, his antenna will make him MELT. wiggle your fingers on it, and he will stumble/fall. he’s lucky he’s so tall ; no one will be able to access it in day to day situations. unless he’s getting wrecked.

-> he has a laugh akin to that of a boisterous one, maybe even a cackle. if he is tickled long enough, it becomes more staticky.

-> hips, hips, HIPS, kings queens and in betweens. his hips are sooooo, so bad. they make the guy howl , or his voice crack more. focus on this area long enough, and he is sure to bluescreen in minutes.

-> okay, his shoulders and upper back? these will sent him into a giggle fit if touched/tickled lightly. you need to squeeze his shoulders if you want to get him to actually laugh. that is, if you get him to agree to a shoulder massage. he’s usually got his guard up about this kind of stuff, unless he is tired .

-> honestly, if you try to tickle him when he is more on guard, he’s definitely going to pretend that he can’t feel it and ask what you’re doing — maybe even sporting a grin before he plots to turn the tables over onto you.

-> his ribs makes him squeallll, just a fun fact! so do the backs of his knees <3. but, vox (again) usually has his guard up , and will most likely catch you if you try to take him by surprise. the spaces between his ribs are worse, and his body will jerk as if he has been shocked.

-> if he’s being tickled, he will (moreso emptily) threaten his ler(s) through his laughter, unless he is talking about revenge here. oh no sir, he will seek that out once he has the chance to. but , as long as he is close with the people that are making him fluster and scream with laughter , he will not truly mean those threats that pour from his lips.

-> vox genuinely does like aftercare after his ler has had their fix. it’s not like he’d go actively asking for it afterward, nor will he say that he likes it, but he will be grateful if he is given even a douse of aftercare after a round or two of tickling.

#lute.txt #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!vox #ler!vox

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hahanamegobrrrr · 2 months

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HAVE SOME VOX TICKLE HEADCANONS because they cannot stay in my brain anymore I am obsessed

Lee:

the ports on the back of his head for plugging in wires are SO SENSITIVE. trace along those with a finger or a feather and he CANNOT HANDLE IT (he also absolutley loves it)

he would never ever admit to being in a lee mood, ever, if his life depended on it LOL

he would NOT tell the other vee's about his tickle fixation, because he would find it wayyy too embarrassing

IMAGINE HIS GIGGLES!! they would be soft and have a lot of static in the background

the more it tickles = the more static in his laughter (he will start just entirely glitching out after it gets to be too much)

he has an unreasonably ticklish back, right along his spine is his most sensitive spot after his wire ports. it causes problems anytime anyone puts their hand on his back, he is fighting for his life internally HAJSHHA

he's really good at hiding his reactions if someone just touches him casually, but he would get flustered IMMEDIATELY if someone was actually tickling him on purpose or teasing him

Ler:

and he would get angry flustered. like his entire face would be red (or what color does he even blush? LOL) and where someone else might get shy, he would be cursing you out HAHSHAJ

he would be a BRUTALL ler OMLLLL

he'd be constantly making fun of you for being ticklish/liking it. he'd be so smug about it, too. "I can't belive you're THIS ticklish, how are you even still alive~??"

he'd be constantly using his electricity-teleport ability to sneak up on people

his hands would get itchy and static-y if he was in a ler mood. Like he would physically feel them itching and building static electricity, he would HAVE to tickle someone right that moment or not be able to think about anything else (and the one being tickled would feel the static too... which would make it so much worse HAHSHAJ)

he would use his hypnosis 100% HE WOULD USE HIS HYPNOSIS to make you more ticklish

ok I think that's all I've got for now, I couldn't sleep until I wrote out those thoughts LOL

#sayin' stuff #headcanons #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!vox #ler!vox #tickle headcanons #sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel tickles

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infrequent-creator · 1 month

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Ler!Vox tickle idea

Ok so I believe Vox's lap is the deadliest place to be if he's in a Ler mood. No matter who's getting tickled: Val, Velvet, Alastor, A cute intern, or even you. He will pull you into his lap & hold you there with firm, sweet squeezes to your hips & thighs , or his claws running up your back & ribs. He loves feeling his victim wiggle on his lap, cooing in their ear.

I also believe he loves using his tongue to lick at the corners of your jaw, neck & ears cause he likes the squeal you make when his staticky tongue gets you there ~

"What's that? You can't take it? I thought you were stronger than that?"

#tickle community #tickle #alex speaks #hazbin hotel vox #the vees #Ler!vox #Vox is a tickle monster Fr #hazbin tickles

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bimobuddy · 29 days

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how ticklish is soft Val?

if very, what about Vox tickles HIM this time?

Very, and he loves it

So for a bit of context, I hc that Soft!Val has both antenna. It's not specified how canon!Val lost the plumage on one side, but I'm pretty sure it is canon that he did have both at one point, so I'm just gonna go ahead and create a Soft!Val au where he kept both, and doesn't wear his wings like a coat, thank you

This is kind of short, sorry ^^"

Softie

coming up with titles is fun /s

CW: Restraints and suggestive jokes, but nothing explicit happens

Lee!Val, Ler!Vox

Summary: Val asked for this (I didn't know what else to write, I'm sorry, it's just affection basically)

Val tugged at his wrists, experimentally. "You know, if you wanted to have sex, you could have just said so." He joked. He felt the bed dip in as Vox sat next to him.

"The cuffs are for my safety, dumbass," the host replied, delivering a sharp poke to the side, "You have four arms and you're twice my size. Not to mention you tend to thrash, and I can easily get tossed across the room. Plus, I just got my screen repaired. This shit isn't cheap."

Vox reached up and removed Val's heart shaped glasses, folding them carefully and setting them aside. He didn't want them to get broken. He also didn't miss the way Val had leaned his head forward a bit, craving the touch. So he fully cupped his cheeks and held his face.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Val nuzzled his face into Vox's hand for a bit. "Mhm." He hummed in confirmation.

With that, Vox let go of his partner's face and hovered his fingers under Val's lower set of arms, smirking when the moth tensed up. Looking up, the host could see that he was already grinning, head turned away and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

Well he couldn't keep him waiting, could he?

He could, actually.

A few moments went by before Val opened his eyes and saw his asshole of a boyfriend grinning back at him, just hovering his hands over him.

"Vox!"

"Yes~?"

"Juhust start! .. Please?"

Vox chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely~" He started to make a clawing motion, lowering his hands closer and closer to his sides.. Before suddenly reaching up and running Val's fluffy antennae through his fingers, instead. "Gotcha~"

Val jolted and immediately broke out into frantic giggles from how wound up he had been from the anticipation. "Jahahackass!" His cheeks heated up, and his antenna reflexively tried to fold back, the same way an animal would fold its ears.

"Poor Vally-Val, you're so ticklish aren't you?" Vox teased, moving one clawed hand down to skitter at the ribs between Val's sets of arms, causing him to jerk away. "And you love it, don't you? You love having my attention. You love being able to just laugh like this, don't you?"

He brought both hands down to gently scritch down his sides, grinning as Val arched his back and started actually laughing.

Val was shaking his head, the teasing making him incredibly flustered. "Shh- hahahaha! Shuhuhut uhup! Dohon't tahahalk!" He giggled out, his antennae fully folded back now. His wings had even started to softly flutter against the bed underneath him.

"Oh you want me to stop talking? You want me to just tickle you in complete silence like a weirdo?" Vox chuckled, skittering across Val's tummy, making him squeak and press himself back into the bed.

"You don't want me to say things like 'tickle tickle tickle tickle~?'"

"Nohoho!"

"What about, 'gitchy gitchy goo~?'"

"Vohohox!"

"Not even," Vox leaned in closer, whispering, "tkltkltkltkltkl-"

Val's cheeks went red as he tried to jerk away, laughing harder from how flustered he was.

Vox gently dug his fingers under his upper set of arms, chuckling a little when the moth tried to yank his arms down, only for them to be stopped by the restraints. "Wow, I think the teasing makes you extra ticklish, honey. Does it? Do you get extra tickly when I tease you?"

Val was giggling hard, all four of his arms pulling now as he arched his back up off the bed. "Vohohox! Yohou're beheing mehean!"

"You think I'm being mean? Baby, this is mean." The TV demon reached back and gently kneaded his claws into Val's hip bones, right into where they dipped in.

Val let out the loudest squeal Vox had ever heard and started to beat his wings and drum his legs against the bed, cackling.

"AH! HAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCK Y- GIHIVE! STOHOP!"

Vox did as he was asked and pulled his hands away. As Val went limp, panting and giggling, he reached up and cupped his cheek again. "You alright?" He asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure.

Val nodded, once again leaning his head into the touch, nuzzling his partner's hand, occasionally letting out moth-like squeaks that made Vox's heart melt. "I'm great."

The host set to work, releasing Val's wrists, only to immediately get latched onto and yanked down for cuddles, practically swallowed up by two large, red wings.

He dimmed his screen for Val's sake, and relaxed, knowing they'd be laying there for a while.

#tickle community #tickle fic #tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #ler!vox #lee!valentino

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flufffilleddonut · 2 months

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Radio Waves

Summary - Alastor is suffering from a lee mood. He wants to be wrecked, and plans to indirectly persuade someone into doing so. But who would dare to touch the Radio Demon?

Word Count - 1600

- Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, resting in one of the two armchairs situated in front of his green fireplace.

He was experiencing feelings that he could not explain. Usually, he hated being touched, but his mind was being flooded with visions of wiggling fingers, soft pokes and carefree laughter.

Typically, when it came to tickle fights around the hotel, Alastor was on the giving end. He was feared by the residents for his ability to deduce a person’s worst spots and attack them mercilessly.

However, at this moment, Alastor found himself craving the same treatment he gave out to others. He wanted to experience being tickled to pieces, laughter flowing from his mouth in an uncontrollable stream. He wanted to be the sole focus of a demon’s attention for the duration of their attack, with the rest of the world serving as background noise.

But who could fulfill this desire? Who would be daring, no… crazy enough to go after the Radio Demon? This is the dilemma Alastor was facing as he looked out the window opposite his armchair.

The residents of the hotel were a no-go. Charlie was too soft. Vaggie either wouldn't be willing or would never let him live it down. He didn’t trust Angel Dust not to turn it into a sexual thing. He didn’t want to let Husk or Pentious hold that power over him. In all honesty, he was afraid of what Niffty might do given the opportunity. So, who was left? It would have to be someone ruthless, who would jump at the opportunity to wreck him, but wouldn’t have any intentions of harming him during the fact.

Suddenly, Alastor had a realization. He knew just the demon.

Alastor heard a tapping at his window.

Of course he would scale the walls of the hotel to reach my room instead of going through the front like a normal person, Alastor thought to himself.

Alastor stood, his microphone disappearing in a swirl of black and shock of green electricity. He had to make this look convincing.

He made his way to the window, unlocking it and shifting it up and open. A slightly winded Vox quickly lunged through, Alastor taking a step to the side to avoid his path.

“Why hello there!” Alastor said, his trademark grin ever present on his face.

“Alastor,” Vox said sternly as he rose to his feet, gaining his composure. “I have come to once again propose my offer for you to join my team.”

“And in such a dignified manner! I’m sure most business proposals begin with scaling the wall of a building and entering through the window.” Alastor remarked.

Vox grumbled. “I didn't want anyone to see me coming here, and I assumed the inclusion of your room number on your… delivery… wasn’t intentional, so I had to make sure that there was no forewarning.”

Alastor’s grin grew. He had sent Vox a package containing a spring-loaded mechanism filled with glitter. A card was attached reading “Add some sparkle to your life!” Alastor had purposefully included his room number in small lettering on the sender address, knowing full well that Vox wouldn’t be able to resist a chance to confront him alone.

“Well, all of that changes nothing. I refused your offer before and I am refusing it once again. I never want to associate myself with such frivolous technology, chasing power and fame with no real passion or talent behind it.”

This angered Vox, sparks beginning to fly from his head. In an instant, he lunged once again towards Alastor who, instead of dodging, caught Vox’s hands in his own. Alastor matched Vox’s force, the two of them locked in place, pushing against one another.

“I’m gonna wipe that grin off your face! You think you’re so~ much better than me? Ha! You don’t understand what I’m capable of!” Vox shouted.

Alastor took this as his opportunity. He purposefully shifted his foot to the side, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his carpet with a thud.

Vox wasted no time and quickly planted himself on Alastor’s waist, effectively pinning the demon down.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s at who’s mercy now.” Vox said menacingly with a smirk.

Alastor’s heart rate began to rise. Everything was falling into place. Now, Vox just had to tickle him instead of trying to harm him, but how could Alastor ensure that? Had he made a mistake in choosing his rival to help him with this predicament? Did Vox even know that he was-

Alastor’s thoughts were cut short by Vox lightly trailing the nail on his index finger across his neck. It was obviously meant to be an intimidating gesture, but the anticipation Alastor was feeling, mixed with the unexpected soft dragging of the claw, managed to choke a giggle out of him.

Vox blinked. Was Alastor really enough of a maniac to find Vox pretending to scratch his neck funny? No. It was something else. Vox’s mind went back to a few days prior, when he had been dancing with Valentino. His claw had accidentally grazed the base of Valentino’s wing, eliciting a chuckle from him. When Vox inquired, Val had stated that his claws would be a force to be reckoned with in a tickle fight. Vox’s eyes gained a mischievous glint, which Alastor was quick to pick up on.

“Vox, let's be civil about this...” Alastor said, his grin now strained.

“Oh, I think the time for that has passed, Alastor. You’re gonna regret denying my generous offer.”

And with that, Vox latched his claws onto Alastor’s ribs, skittering them up and down with no real rhythm or coherency. The sudden switch to a more sensitive spot, coupled with the unpredictable motion of Vox’s fingers easily drew laughter from the Radio Demon, who very soon realized that he had underestimated the power of his blue-tipped claws.

“Vohohohox! Nohohoho!” Alastor laughed, gripping Vox’s wrists but not pushing them away. Vox was enjoying himself too much to notice.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed? The Big Bad Radio Demon can be reduced to a helpless little deer with a few tickles!” Vox noticed the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increasing after his tease. Clearly it had an effect.

“They say that video killed the radio star. I wonder if he was tickled to death. Could’ve been if he was this sensitive.”

“Rahahadio’s nohohot dehehead!” Alastor managed to choke out through his laughter.

“Yeah? Well, it might be after this…” Vox said before he moved his hands down to Alastor’s sides. He switched to dragging his claws up and down, tracing the occasional pentagram. The effect was immediate.

“NAHA -crack- HAHAH -pop- AHA!” The sounds of static coming from Alastor seemed to fill the room, as his laughter got much more intense. Vox couldn’t help but laugh along as well.

“Oho my gohosh, this is pricelehehesss! Alastor, how could you have hidden this from me? I wonder how long it takes for you to break…” Vox remarked, taking on a more sinister tone with his last sentence.

Alastor attempted to provide a witty retort, but found that the sensations were too intense for him to be able to get a word out, let alone put a response together. All hope was lost, however, when he felt something further lighting up his nerves. Vox had begun shooting out small volts of electricity from his fingertips. Not enough to hurt Alastor, but enough to somehow make the sensations even worse.

“Maybe this will do it.” Vox said smugly, smirking.

Alastor was no longer able to think clearly, and simply gave into the sensations at his sides, uncontrollable laughter flowing freely from the demon.

Vox continued for a few minutes, until the static from Alastor began to include screeching sounds. Worried that he might blow a fuse or something, Vox cut the electricity and slowed his hands to a stop, keeping them rested on Alastor’s sides. Alastor’s static quieted down to a low hum, and his laughter died down to residual giggles.

Vox had one more thing he wanted to try. If he hadn’t sealed his double-death from this encounter so far, he was definitely about to. As Alastor was regaining his breath, Vox reached his hands up to his ears and gave them a light scratch. Alastor’s breath hitched and his giggles intensified, but this time he didn’t reach for Vox’s wrists. Vox continued to scratch and swore that it almost felt as if Alastor was leaning into the touch.

Vox eventually stopped and pulled his hands away, remaining on top of Alastor.

Alastor was able to formulate thoughts again. He was overwhelmed with an uncommon emotion for the demon: joy. While he would never admit it to Vox, he just had the most fun that he's experienced in years. These positive thoughts filled Alastor’s head as he laid there, content with himself.

That is, until Vox spoke up.

“Mahan, nobody’s gonna believe this! I need to get a pic.”

Alastor’s eyes widened. He could be wrecked by his rival so long as he was the one who had orchestrated things, but his pride would not allow for him to be photographed, the moment then being shown to others.

As Vox reached for his phone, Alastor dissipated into the shadows, leaving Vox alone in his room.

Vox sat there for a moment, stunned.

… he could have done that this entire time?

Vox wasn’t sure if he should be amazed or terrified, but one thing was for certain.

He had learnt something new about the Radio Demon.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!alastor #ler!vox

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calicocatsarecute · 2 months

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I know I said that I wouldn’t write for Val but…. I keep seeing TikToks of him and Vox being parental figures for Velvette sooo…..yeah. Enjoy!

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Vox was asleep in front of his surveillance TVs. He had gotten so bored he couldn’t help but fall asleep. Vox was in the middle of a good dream, until a call had rang. He sprang back consciousness and answered the call almost immediately.

“Yes Val. What do you need this time?” He questioned the moth demon.

“Well Vox, I’m a bit concerned for Velvy…” Valentino trailed off, sounding actually concerned.

“What makes you so concerned about her that you’re… not yourself?” Vox piqued his curiosity.

“Well… I heard a door slam from her room, and when I called her she didn’t answer! Velvette always answers our calls! I mean, you see where I’m coming from?!”

“First of all, calm down. And second, that is a bit strange for her. But I can assure you, everything’s fine with Velvette.” Vox said calmly.

“Can you just come and check on her with me please?” Valentino asked, looking almost pathetic.

“Guess you really are worried.” Vox mumbled quiet to himself as he rode up to Velvette’s floor.

“Velvette are you alright dear?” Valentino knocked quietly on the door that was locked.

Vox’s changed from calm to worried as the two older demons stood in silence.

There was no answer, no shuffling, and no movements made. It was strange for Velvette to behave this way.

Vox went up the door and knocked.

“Hey Velve…. Is it okay if we come in?”

After waiting a bit, the door was unlocked.

As soon as Valentino saw Velvette he brought her into a hug.

“Velvette you were worrying us sick! Please tell us when something’s bothering you.” Valentino squeaks out.

Velvette hugged back, trying to hold back her tears.

Vox however noticed the fashion demon starting to tear up.

“Hey what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Vox asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“My show didn’t go as planned… one of my models didn’t show up and I had to end it earlier than anticipated. And everyone, they were so disappointed in me and-“ She was cut off by one of her own sobs, burying her face into Val’s shoulder.

“Velvette, it’s alright sweetheart, not everything always goes to plan. It’s gonna be alright Velvy. It’s gonna be just fine.” Val tried his best at comforting the younger demon.

Vox had been contemplating on how to make Velvette happy again, and then it hit him. He leaned forward and whispered his plan to Valentino, who in turned smirked slightly.

Still hugging the young sinner, Valentino started scribbling up and down her sides.

The squeak that followed showed their plan was working.

“Cmon Velvette, smile for us!” Vox exclaimed while digging his own fingers into her ribs.

“Twohoho ahagahaihinst ohone ihihis’t fahaihir! Stohohop!” Velvette’s giggles ran throughout the room.

“Aww, but look at you! You’re so cute with those blushing cheeks!” Val teased the younger.

“Nohohoho! Dohohohon’t tihihihIHICKLEHE! AHAHA VOHOX!”

“Yes my dear Velvette, what is it?” The Tv man asked innocently, he knew that he had dug his fingers into her stomach.

“Oh looks like Voxy gotcha good huh?” Val teased again.

Valentino started to sit down, bring Velvette with him. After that he started to hover his hand over the Fashion Designer’s lower stomach.

“You ready Velvy?” Valentino asked the smaller.

“Nononononono! Stahahay ahawahahwy!” Velvette squealed already, before she was even tickled.

“You’re already giggling?” Vox laughed before sitting next to the two.

“Mahahake hihim stohohop, Vox!” The smaller girl yelped when her arms were brought up.

“Ok I’ll count down from 3.” Valentino said holding up 3 fingers.

“3…”

Velvette squeezed her eyes closed at the number.

“2…….1!” And with that, Valentino started to gently scribble the younger’s lower stomach.

The squeal Velvette let out was more hellish than Hell itself!

“AHAHAHAHA! S-STAHAHAHA NOHOAHA!” Velvette was squirming wildly, to the point where Vox had to support her neck.

Vox signaled to Val to stop. This let the poor girl breathe.

“Are you felling better Velvette?” Vox asked, still supporting her neck.

“Y-yeah.”

“We didn’t go too far, did we?” Valentino questioned while patting her head.

She shook her head softly. “No, but I guess I really did need that…”

“Anytime Velvette.” They both said simultaneously.

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Oml this is probably my longest fic! Anyways, have an amazing rest of y’all’s day!

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!vox #ler!valentino #lee!velvette #tickle fic

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