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Radio's Not Dead

hi. this is a bitttt more heavy than the stuff I usually post (its still a tickle fic!) but I felt like traumatizing alastor.

ler Rosie, lee alastor

TWS (there's a lot to unpack): Implied non con, panic attack, mental breakdown, arguing, that vibe. its a lot and I'm so sorry.

again, I am so terribly sorry for traumatizing him and being a bit heavy with it <3

Word count: 2k

It had been seven years. Seven years since Alastor had been heard from or seen anywhere in Pentagram City. It seemed so empty without the looming threat of a wendigo-like Overlord haunting the residents. Rosie was in her emporium, working with her clients as usual. She herself had wondered where Alastor had gone all those years. He had up and left without any words, any trace, and hint as to where he was. She sighs softly, pacing the emporium. Of course, Hell had settled down quite a bit after Alastor left.

But Rosie? She was left wondering where he had gone. All these years and not a single thing had been said to her about his whereabouts. It left her worried. She had been used to Alastor just randomly disappearing for a week or two (he supposedly had been self isolating,) but for him to go seven years without telling her? Concerning.

She snaps out of her trance-like state as a client walks up to her, asking about some of the essentials in her shop and how to use them. She walks them through the steps and watches as they wander off. After around an hour, she closes down the emporium for the night. All was quiet. She sighs, walking to prepare herself a cup of late night tea. 

Rosie sits down with her tea, quietly reading her book she had with her. A knock came to the door and she tilted her head. Nobody should’ve been here this late at night, especially after she had closed down for the night. “I’ll be there in a moment!” she calls out, setting down her things and going to the door. A disheveled, messy deer stood there. Alastor. 

‘Rosie-’ he starts. She shakes her head, walking a few steps back. ‘You–’ she cut herself off. ‘Seven years. Seven years, Alastor. And you didn’t think to come tell me? You never thought to warn me before you left for that long?” Rosie paces, her nails digging into her palm from the effort of trying not to cry. 

“Rosie, I-I couldn’t, it was sudden, I-’ Alastor tried, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. They burnt his eyes, making him actually start to cry. ‘Rosie! I-I didn’t mean to-to leave you, I-’ He takes a step forward, stumbling on his hooves. “Please…’ 

Rosie looks at him, somewhat angry, but also confused. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? You better have a damn good reason for leaving that long,’ she snaps at him. Through her anger and confusion, she didn’t fully notice how much Alastor was trembling. Alastor takes a step toward her, trying to grab for her hands. She steps back, not ready to accept whatever he had to say. He breaks down crying.

Rosie continues to talk. ‘Seven years! You couldn’t have left a note, or had someone tell me?” 

‘It was a deal, Rosie! I-I–my soul isn’t mine entirely anymore! I couldn’t–it was to save myself, it-’ he couldn’t get a full sentence out through frantic, panicked sobs. His body trembled and he pulled at his hair, pulling some out from how stressed he was. Alastor clings to himself, to try to cling to what sense of himself he had left. It all felt so empty, and did Rosie hate him now too?

Rosie stares at him in disbelief. ‘You sold your soul? Are you insane? You couldn’t have come to visit me first, you had to go to the hotel first?” She paces the room, her heels clicking on the floor. Alastor could be heard making another choked sob noise. ‘I couldn’t–my command–my-my order, her–she wanted–I couldn’t come first, Rosie, I–’ His cries got more frantic. ‘Please-’ 

Rosie continues. ‘You couldn’t have told your soul owner–soul owner!--to let you visit here first? I understand that you needed to go to the hotel, but you could’ve come to explain your situation to me!” she paces off into the kitchen to do something. 

As soon as she goes into the kitchen, Alastor absolutely breaks down sobbing. He clutches at his coat, his clothes, anything. He digs his claws into his palms only to feel pain from it. And somehow, it felt good. To finally have an outlet rather than just sobbing his eyes out when his soul owner abused him. No wonder he felt like shit.

“Rosie–?!’ he cries out. Trying to get her to come back, trying to get her to not leave him like everyone else did. Vox–he didn’t remember all too well. He just remembered Vox had tried to force himself onto Alastor, force himself onto him just to use him as some toy and leave. Alastor had been left broken, bruised, mentally shattered from the sheer absurdity of it all. He missed Vox in some twisted way. It was mainly the manipulation he had been put through of trying to please Vox so he would stay. 

He had done everything he could think of to please Vox. Ridiculous shows, being on television (once), writing the show scripts, laughing with him, being his lee to toy with. But then, Vox had gotten more touchy in ways he hadn’t liked. And when he spoke up, it all happened. 

He sobs harder, all his trauma seemingly coming back to him in waves. 

“Please, please, don’t leave me, you–only one I have left, please–I can't–don’t leave, please-’ Alastor sobs, frantically trying to cling to reality. He didn’t want to slip back into the hell he had already been through, he couldn’t do that again. He didn’t know he was going to go through all that. What Roo had put him through to even get his soul… He was trembling, and felt freezing. He pulled at his deer ears, clinging and digging his claws into them until he felt warm blood drip down his fingers. 

Nothing felt entirely there. He had almost forgotten Rosie was even there. ‘Please, please, don’t leave me, please–please–’ he begs, sobbing as he rocks himself. He could feel the blood still dripping down his fingers as he dug harder into his ears. ‘Please, I can’t lose you too, please, Rosie, please, please-’ Alastor clutched at his ears still. Then moved to pull at his hair again, pulling some out from the sheer panic and stress of thinking he was about to lose his closest friend, his mother figure, his platonic partner. 

‘Please…’ he whispers. 

Rosie was about to say something else, when she noticed the blood on her floor and the trembling, sobbing, broken soul on the ground. She sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘Alastor…’ She grabs his wrists, moving his hands off his ears. ‘Don’t, please. You’re bleeding. I’m sorry for yelling.’ She kneels down to take him into her arms. Alastor hiccups, his tears slowly stopping at the familiar warmth of her holding him. ‘I-I made a deal, th-that’s why I was gone,’ he whispers through trembles and hiccups.

Rosie gently strokes his hair. She reaches over to clean the wounds on his ears gently, taking warm water and a mild soap to clean the cuts. Alastor lets it happen, using his own magic to help assist with the healing. ‘You couldn’t tell me before you left? Shh, I’m not leaving. Don’t cry,’ she reminded gently when his breath hitched at the question. 

“I-I couldn’t say anything. R–’ the name caught in his throat as he tried to say it. Right. He couldn’t mention anything about the details of the deal he had made with Roo. He switches his words. ‘M-My soul isn’t…mine, Rosie.’ Rosie nods slightly, taking in what he had been through. From the looks of his earlier breakdown, he had been through a lot for the deal to be made. ‘Honey, are you able to tell me what happened?’ a shake of the head was her answer.

Rosie makes a soft noise, acknowledging his response. ‘Okay. Is there…is there anything you want me to do to try to help you recover from it? I just want to try to help you, sweetie. Nothing harmful.’ Alastor nods meekly. She gently sets him down on a nearby armchair. ‘Tea?” she asks softly. He nods, knowing she knew how to make it to his preference. 

She grabs the tea and brings it back to him. It had calming properties, which helped him be much more relaxed. Alastor smiles up at her, genuine. She returns the smile. ‘How are you feeling, sweetheart?” 

‘Happy. Relaxed. Good.’ Alastor swings his hooves, staring at them. They needed care, considering he hadn’t been able to care for them himself due to certain events. She chuckles softly. Alastor snuggles up to her, his tail wagging slow. This was the Alastor she knew. Not the one from earlier, not the intimidating radio host persona. Her Alastor. The soft, vulnerable little fawn she had found all those years ago when he dropped down to Hell. 

The one she had gently taught the rules of Hell to, the one she had taught how to grow and become one of Hell’s overlords. And clearly, she had done a good job of it. Alastor was half asleep on her. She felt a pang of guilt at seeing the blood still on the fur of his ears. She would admit she was a bit over reactive, but when someone you loved just vanished like that without a trace and came back with no explanation? It was hard to react ‘properly.’ 

Alastor snuggled up to her more. He clung to her like a lifeline, as if terrified she’d leave at any second. ‘Please don’t leave. Or hurt me,’ he pleads quietly. Her heart nearly broke at that. ‘I’m not going to hurt you, my fawn. You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you.’ Rosie strokes his ears gently to help lull him to sleep. She could feel herself getting tired as well. Alastor nods, slowly falling asleep. Every so often, his body would jerk him back awake. As Rosie kept stroking his ears, he fell asleep. Rosie did as well.

She woke up to him wanting her attention. Something she had always adored. He nuzzles up to her with a deer-like purr. Rosie laughs softly. ‘Always wanting pets, aren’t you?’ she comments, scritching behind his ears. He giggles softly, tilting his head. ‘Still ticklish, hun?’ She scribbles gently up and down his ears. He makes a little fawn squeak noise, nodding as he trembles from giggles and tries to get away. But the other part of him told him to push into it, to finally enjoy something. It was an amazing feeling compared to the abuse Roo had put him through.

Rosie seemed to notice and sighed gently. ‘You know, you can enjoy things again. It’s alright.’ 

She scribbles up and down the sides of his neck, which had purely childish giggles coming from him. It felt so nice to have gentle touches. “Mmm! Mhmhm!’ his tail begins to wag happily. He squirms a little, but not nearly enough to get away. He bleats like a fawn as Rosie’s long nails scritch under the fur to get to the sensitive skin behind his ears. It felt so hellishly ticklish. He arched his back as his ears flicked and tried to flatten from how much it was. He giggles all too happily.

‘Rohose–Rohohosie!’ he squeaks. Alastor’s giggles were light and airy as she scribbled up and down his neck again. Rosie smiles softly, murmuring, “You just needed a way to relax, honeybuck. And this is my way of helping.’ She gives him gentle tickles, up and down his neck, fluttering fingers around his ears, running her claws up and down his arms–a place he didn’t know could bring so much comfort, but it did. 

Alastor grinned up at her, all happy as his hooves kicked lightly. He wanted her to stay around his neck and arms, so that’s what she did. As his soft, happy giggles filled the room, Rosie could only think of one thing.

She was going to help him regain his strength, to help him try to heal from all the trauma that had happened to him during those seven years. She was sure, with enough work and care and effort, it was possible.

[sirhusk]

trying to be nonchalant but you’re lowkey in the BIGGEST lee mood.

[sirhusk]

Instead of calling someone by a nickname, you just go

“Hey, Ticklish~”

[sirhusk]

relax, would ya?

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cherrisnake ticklefic

ler! cherri & lee! sir pentious

tw: tickling, swearing, fluff

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it was late at night… 1am maybe?

cherribomb was laying upside down in a random hotel room that she stayed in since Angel convinced her to stay the night at the hotel, just to see if she’d enjoy being there.. newflash! she hated it.

cherri groaned, trying to think of something to do, then she heard a loud *BANG* from the next room over.

cherri sat up, getting off of the bed and opening the rooms door to see what the noise was.

then she heard it again, except it was like a.. power drill?

now either the wall’s were thin, or she had GREAT hearing, because apparently no one else heard it.

“the fuck..?” cherri mumbled

she shut her bedroom door, entering the hallway, following the sound which led to sir pentious’s room, of course he was the one making the noise.

cherri debated on wether or not she should enter his room, but eh, fuck it.

cherri twisted the knob on sir pentious’s door, which was surprisingly unlocked..

the second she shut his door when she walked in, a random metal gear was thrown at her head.

she ducked in time so it hit the wall, but followed along with it was an irritated yell form the snake himself.

“DAMN IT TO HELL!!” he yelled.

cherri held back a snicker at the yell, it was fucking hilarious seeing sir pentious be angry.

cherri snuck up behind sir pentious, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was screaming over.

all she could see was a fuuuucked up pile of rubbish, which was APPARENTLY supposed be some invention that failed.

sir pentious put his elbows on his desk, putting his head in his hands with a long groan.

cherri stayed quiet, scanning over the snakes body.. damn.. WAIT- NO? WHAT.

cherri shook off the dirty thought, then got another family friendly idea to fuck with pentious.

sir pentious huffed in distress, not even noticing the cyclops behind him.

cherri grinned, then wrapped her arms around the snakes waist.

sir pentious shrieked, turning his head to see who was there, to his surprise he was met with the last person he expected to see.

“o-oh! uhum.. hello.. missss bomb!!” pentious greeted.

now that he was actually noticeable to what she was doing, he blushed as he realized her arms were around his waist.

“I heard ya yellin’ from the other room, thought I’d see what you were over exaggerating about.”

cherri grinned.

pentious huffed, looking back at the destroyed invention on his desk.

“ugh.. apologies. I didn’t mean to wake you just- was frustrated i-is all.” he stared at his desk in disappoint.

cherri honestly kinda felt bad.. in a way.. deep down under her cocky self, then she finally went with her plan.

cherri slipped her hands under sir pentious’s coat, her nails met with his slimy, scales, and slim sides, which caused the snake to tense up, snickering a bit.

“whahat ohon earth are you dohoing??” pentiosu asked.

“helpin’ you relax. now hold still!” cherri demanded.

the cyclops scribbled her nails up the snakes sides, causing him to squirm as giggles slipped through his teeth.

“ch-cheherri!-“ pentious whined.

“stop squirmin’ so goddamn much! do i need to hold you down?” cherri threatened.

cherri moved her hands to the snakes tummy, scribbling her nails over it, earning a high pitched squeal from the snake, also another squirm.

“CHEHERRI!- NOHOHO!-“ pentious yelped.

“i said quit- okay yknow what?” cherri huffed.

cherri then pulled pentious back a bit, pushing him onto his bed he had made on his floor, she didn’t push him hard(surprisingly), just enough to get him down there.

cherri knelt down, sitting on the snakes tail and grabbing his wrists, putting them above his head, using her free hand to unbutton his coat, pushing it down but not off, now having access to his whole torso.

“nonono nohoho! cheherri dohont please!-“ pentious pleaded.

“beggin’ ain’t gonna get ya out of this one, old man.” cherri replied.

she then skittered her nails up and down the poor snakes tummy mercilessly.

“NOHOHO!!- CHEHERRII!!-“ pentious shrieked with laughter, giggling his heart out.

cherri couldn’t help but slightly smile at the scene before her eyes, it was honestly adorable.

but she got back to what she was doing, scratching and skittering her nails up and down the snakes tummy, slowly making her way up, going for his armpit.

“NONONONOHOHOOO!- I CAHANT!- MIHISSSS BOHOMBBEHEHAHAH!!-“ pentious cackled out.

cherri snickered to herself, moving her hands to pentious’s neck, doing the same thing there.

sir pentious nestled screamed when he felt her nails on his neck, his head tilted to the side, clamping it down against Cherri’s hand, unfortunately for him, her hand was small enough to be able to still lightly scratch at the snakes neck, which was TORTURE.

“chehehe!- cheherr!- ihihi!-“ pentious whined again.

“hm?” she answered as if she were doing nothing wrong at all.

pentious tried to respond, but the only thing that came out of f his mouth was laughter, and a snort.

“does it tickle, old man?~” cherri teased.

“dohont tehease mehehe!-“ pentious argued.

cherri removed her hand from pentious’s neck, going back to pentious’s tummy, making him squeal.

“i just gotta! i mean your just soooo ticklish I can’t resist.” cherri grinned.

pentious blushed, turning his head away as he cackled.

“SSSSHUT UHUHUP!-“ pentious yelled.

“tiiickle tickle tickle!~ kiiitchy kitchy kooooo!~” cherri continued to tease.

“CHEHERRIIIII!- STOHOHOP IHIT -“ pentious screeched

cherri snorted, moving her hands down to pentious’s tail, which made him jolt with a squeal once more.

“EEEEHAHAHHA!-“ was all the snake could get out.

his tail was probably one of his WORST spots.

“bad spot, hm? tickle tickle!~” cherri mocked.

cherri continued tickling the snake for about another 2 minutes before finally stopping, crossing her arms while still sitting on the snakes tail.

“you alright, old man?” cherri smirked with a cocked brow.

sir pentious was trying to catch his breath, then he finally spoke up.

“y-yehessss, I’m alright.. ehe..” pentious answered.

“still bugging about your shitty ass machine over there?” cherri teased.

“rude!” pentious pouted.

“you cant even argue with me on that! I mean look at that ugly fucking THING?!-“ cherri yelped.

sir pentious had flipped them both over, now leaning overtop of cherri.

“how many timesss do I need to tell you not to insult my creations! they are masterpieces some just- need some work..!” pentious defended his pride.

“oh bullshit! It looks like a pile of rubbish! it’s SHIHIT!!-“ cherri yelped at the sudden ticklish feeling on her hips.

pentious dug his claws into cherri’s hip bones.

“I’ll show you “bullssshit”.”

“NOHOHO!!- PENENTIOUS!!-“

and what a night they had.

[sirhusk]

YAYAYAYAY TYSMMM

could you do a sirhusk fic?(pentious x husk) platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter to me!!

if not sirhusk, maybe cherrisnake?

Ooo, I’ve never written Sir Pentious before!! I’ll probably write him platonically with Husk, I think I’ve already kind of got some inspo for it! I’ll get it out a little sirhusk fic tomorrow night for you!! 🥰thank you for your request 🫶🏻

[sirhusk]

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Rb if it's okay for people to ask you tickle-related questions

[sirhusk]

and I don’t like chocolate… so^^

Reblog if you want someone to pin your arms above your head so they can tickle your tummy and sides mercilessly until you're squealing like a little girl and begging them to stop OR if you like chocolate 😁

[sirhusk]

hey hi hello

can you guys do this please🧍‍♂️

More Tickle Asks 🪶✨

Decided to make some new SFW tickle questions since I've seen the same ones floating around for a while, so @cayjno and I came up with some! Feel free to spread around and have fun!

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What spot is the most flustering to be tickled on?

Would you rather try and fight back during rough tickles or give in and accept them? If you fight back, how quickly would you lose your strength?

What is a tease that melts you instantly?

Do you like to give / be given revenge tickles?

What is your favorite death spot (if you have more than one - if not, pick one that is a bad spot)?

Could you win the "Arms Up" game?

What spot (if any) makes you sleepy?

What is your favorite tickle game?

Would you rather have 2 lers tease you about your spots and reactions, or talk to each other about them like you're not there?

In your opinion, what is an underrated spot that you share?

What is your favorite tool?

Do you like being chased with the threat of being tickled? If so, why?

Would you rather have one ler or multiple?

What tool is the most flustering to be tickled with?

Out of these options, which would you rather - being restrained, being pinned or being left to squirm?

What is your favorite tickle trope (tickle monster, being stuck in a compromising position, massage turning to tickles, etc.)?

How do you feel about mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, etc.)?

Can you say the word out loud? And are there any spots that you can't say out loud?

Would you rather plan a session or have it be spontaneous?

What spot of yours would you like to have more attention on?

Pillow under the back during tickles - yes or no? Why?

Would you like to give / be given an impossible challenge (arms up, don't move, don't laugh, etc.)? If so, would you like there to be consequences if (when) you fail?

Favorite pet name to be called during teases / tickles?

Are you sensitive to air tickles (someone wiggling their fingers over a spot, etc.)?

Would you rather be tickled face up or face down? Why?

When being tickled, what technique works best - soft or rough tickles?

What would be more flustering - focusing on one specific spot, or focusing on multiple?

Do you have any uncommon tickle spots?

Reward or punishment tickles? Why?

Would you rather have your arms tied above your head or out to the sides?

[sirhusk]

guys I promise I’ll post at some point, I’ve just been rlly busy with my girlfriend and other social medias that my mind hasn’t focused enough😓

I DO HAVE TWO FIC IDEAS THO!! so watch out for those!! also, I still need to do a long awaited intro.. gulp

I’ll get to both of those very soon! I swear🥲

anyway! just wanted to update yall, byebye!

[sirhusk]

Reblog this If you want People to spam your ask boxes(not spam but send in a bunch of asks)

[sirhusk]

real I fear

need to be wrestled down and tickled till i admit i like it

[sirhusk]

VR Chaos

TW: Has some restraints, Val making a dirty joke

Valentino had somehow encouraged Vox into trying out virtual reality, or VR. Little did the tv head know what he was getting himself into when he agreed to this.

“So uhhhh- Val you sure about this weird ass simulation shit?” The overlord eyes the moth demon suspiciously as Valentino seems to be grinning wickedly.

For some reason, Vox was tied down to a chair out of Valentino’s request, and he just can’t deny him. Even if the request is a little odd…

Valentino chuckles to himself as he stands over his partner, having secured his beloved tv’s arms and legs to a chair. He was sure that Vox would not take kindly to this but he knew in the end he would enjoy himself.

“Don’t you worry, babydoll. I’m sure you’re going to love this” He responds while grinning down at his now restrained other half.

As Valentino turns away from him and turns to get the headset, Vox gives a slight glare towards his moth-demon. Though in truth, he knows that this is something that they have wanted to try out for some time now. It’s just that no matter how hard he tries to protest, Val just always seems to have a way of convincing him to do things.

“I swear to Lucifer’s left ass cheek if you use this against me, you’re in for a rough night, moth-man” The overlord responds with a hint of irritation in his voice, yet not fully resisting.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll have a rough night if y’know what I mean~” Valentino responds back with a slight chuckle in his voice. The moth then turns over to face his partner in the chair as he holds the VR headset with one of his lower arms.

“You did not just- seriously- ugh never mind.” Vox grumbles in response to the dirty joke.

“Now now, my little video star let’s get you plugged in”

Vox gives a slight grimace in response as Valentino walks over and stands infront of the tv-demon, with headset in hand.

“Oh, fine” he huffs out as he tilts his screen back to allow the other to slide on the tech to his head. He then returns his screen back to look up at the other as he feels the strap tighten around his head to keep it in place.

“Now you just sit back and enjoy the show, amorcito~” Valentino grins down at the other, his eyes holding a hint of wickedness in them.

Vox rolls his eyes slightly at this but does not complain any further. “Yeeeaaahh I’m sure I will” he responds sarcastically.

With a quick flick of his hand, the lights in the moth’s office dim slightly as Valentino then taps a button on the side of the VR headset and flicks a couple of other switches to the side of the chair. Vox gives a slight grumble at being put into complete darkness except for the small white loading symbol on his screen.

“You’ll thank me for this~” Valentino responds from somewhere above him as he watches the overlord’s screen.

Vox lets out a huff at this, knowing that the moth-demon has put him into another experience that will probably leave him flustered in the end. The white circle finally loads completely as the scene around him flickers to life. The virtual world around him was a very similar place that he was used to seeing at his own tower. His large and modern living room surrounded him in all directions yet seemed to have an oddly empty look to it. Everything was in its normal position as the tv-demon glanced around the room, yet there was something that felt slightly off about the room. Maybe it was because it didn’t have Val’s tacky furniture.

As Vox looks around his faux living room, he can’t help but feel just a little unnerved by the silence around him. The emptiness in the room was almost unsettling, something that he had never been used to feeling in his own home. “Val…what’s the point of putting me in my own home if there’s nothing in it?” He calls out to the other as his screen glances around the room once more.

Valentino chuckles softly to himself as he watches Vox’s screen. “Patience, my little video star, you’ll figure it out soon enough~” The moth demon responds from somewhere behind the tv demon. As Vox looks around the room once more, he suddenly sees two white hands magically appear in front of him. He jolts back in surprise, his screen glitching out slightly as he stares at the two white hands that seemed to have appeared from nowhere just in front of him. He then hears the other’s chuckle behind him as the moth overlord’s voice rings out.

The fingers start to wiggle.

Vox watches the two white hands in front of him, noticing the fingers wiggling at him. He frowns a little as the fingers continue to move about as he feels a shiver run down his spine. “Val, what the he-“ He starts to say but is suddenly cut off as the hands suddenly reach forward and brush against his virtual sides. He can’t feel any of it, but it was still flustering to look at.

The hands continue to brush his virtual sides a few times as Vox jolts in the chair, feeling the ghostly touch against his body through the simulation. He then hears a chuckle behind him once more as Valentino continues to watch his screen, seeing all the sensations that the tv-demon was feeling through the VR headset.

“Oh? Is my little video star a little sensitive?” Valentino teases as he watches Vox’s screen. The moth’s eyes were enjoying watching his partner squirm in the chair as the two hands continue to brush against his sides. It was torturous watching the hands scribble against the virtual sides of his, almost as if he was being tickled himself. His screen starts to turn red.

“Sh-shuhuhut up!” Vox stutters out as he lets out a sharp laugh-like squeak before he can stop himself. He immediately feels flustered by this response, as the hands continue to brush up and down his sides. The sensations were definitely affecting him more than he cared to admit but he didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction.

“Awww~ I got that cute laugh out of you~” Valentino teasingly coos at the other. He was glad to hear the familiar sound of the squeak, knowing how much it usually embarrassed the tv demon when he made the sound. The hands then move up and begin to scribble against the virtual demon’s underarms.

The phantom feeling of the hands against the sensitive area immediately made the tv-demon let out a loud, high-pitched squeak and attempt to jerk out of the chair, forgetting that he was tied down to it by Valentino. “Nahaha! Nonohoho! Y-You hahbastard! This is mahahaking me look weak!” He calls out to the moth-demon as he tries to look behind himself but his view is blocked by the headset.

“No no, I’m just helping you realise that you are in fact ticklish, mi cariño~“ The moth responds in an overly sweet tone, still enjoying the reaction that the tv was having. He grins to himself as he watches the hands now scribble around the sides of the screen, enjoying the fact that he knows this is getting to him now.

“Besides, I know how much you secretly love being tickled anyway~” He chuckles.

Vox’s screen turns a bright shade of red at the moth-demon’s words, as he tries to wriggle in the chair. It was true, he secretly loved this but he would never ever admit it, especially not to Valentino. He knew the other would never let him hear the end of it.

As the ticklish simulation continues, he lets out another loud squeak as the hands move down to his virtual thighs, scribbling along the sensitive area.

Valentino watches in amusement from the reactions that the tv screen was making as he continued to attempt to resist the tickles, but was failing miserably. The moth then grins to himself as he has an idea that will get the other to crack. “You know, I wonder just how much of a sweet, little laugh I can get out of you, baby doll~” He coos out as he then types something into his tablet.

Vox lets out a huff of irritation as Valentino types something on his tablet, his screen still bright red as the hands continue to tickle his now virtual thighs. “You can try but you’re not-“

He’s cut off in shock as suddenly more pairs of hands suddenly appear and begin to scribble across his entire virtual body all at once. This causes the tv to start squirming and giggling desperately, his screen showing all the sensations running through him.

After about an hour of torturing the stupid tv man, Valentino finally lets him be free. It takes Vox a few moments to get himself together before saying.

“Now do it for real chicken.” He mocks the moth, while the taller demon grins devilishly.

“As you wish mi amor~”

[sirhusk]

Lee / Ler Vox hcs plz!!!

LEE / LER VOX HEADCANONS

LEE :

worst spots are his antennas and ribs trust

has the most OBNOXIOUS laugh ever, like loud as hell for all of hell to hear

curses you out the whole time, like the whole time all you here is “YOHOHOU FUHUHCKING BIHIHITCH” and shit like that

his screen glitches out, along with his voice

he overheats after like 10 minutes and powers off.. sadly☹️

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LER :

ruthless, will NOT let up until you are begging for mercy

uses his wire things to pin your arms up

not often but he used his electric zaps if you can handle it

teases you all the way through

when in a ler mood he usually fucks around with his assistants (papermint mostly because why not, he’s adorable)

[sirhusk]

Ler/Lee Lucifer hcs pleeeease?!

(you got it eheheh)

LER / LEE! LUCIFER HEADCANONS

LEE :

he snorts, like a LOT.

wings and sides are his worst spots

can NOT handle rough tickles

he’s a kicker, move your face from his legs or you will have a broken nose

weak spot is his neck, he will go to snooze land if you stay there for too long

he gets wheezy after like a minute, wheezy.. heh.. you mean WEEZER?/j

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LER :

not too ruthless, but not to soft with it either

uses his wings, feather tickles hehehehdndn

uses lighter tickles unless you DESERVE/EARNED rough tickles

main targets are charlie and alastor

[sirhusk]

Lee!Emily Headcanons?

LEE! EMILY HEADCANONS

(thx for the request eheheh)

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worst spots are her wings and sides FOR sure

weak spots I’d say are her neck and maybe halo?

squeals are as high pitched as a fire truck alarm when she’s being tickled

100% a kicker, not on purpose, it just happens

when in a lee mood she normally goes to st peter or sera if she’s not busy

giggles whenever her ler gets close to touching her, she can’t help it😓

[sirhusk]

LEE! HUSK HEADCANONS

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death spots are his stomach and neck, he can NOT stand being tickled in those places

100% snorts when being tickled, AGRUE WITH THE WALL.

weak spots are his ears, behind them preferably, will earn small giggles but if you stay on them too long, he WILL fall asleep

mostly gets targeted by angeldust, alastor or nifty, maybe charlie and/ or vaggie on a good day

rough tickles will make him laugh but feather / light tickles with 100% make him squeal

cannot stand rasberries, especially on his stomach and paw pads

will not ask for tickles when in a lee mood, just hopes he’ll get lucky enough to be tickled

rarely gets in lee moods, but when he does it is TORTURE for him.

[sirhusk]

AWHHH LOOK AT HIIIIMMSBDJDNDJD

lee sir pentious, by any chance,, maybe? 👀

I unironically love this sketch—

lil giggly snake-boy (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧)