#Ler!velvet

[moongeonight]

Family discussions

Summary: Veneer tries to convince Velvet to free Floyd so he doesn't die, it doesn't go well.

A/N: Well I saw that @estelle-skully proposed this fic idea in her Velvet and veneer headcanons so here I did it! I hope you like it 🩷 this is a tickle fic!

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Velvet and veneer had just finished they night concert and had returned to the studio, where he saw that after the show Floyd was completely exhausted.

Floyd had been stuck in the perfume bottle for far too long, it was taking a large toll on his physical condition.

Veneer noticed that he was a little pale and felt a hint of guilt, then he looked at Velvet next to him, maybe... If he could convince her that he could released him after a while it might work...?

"Uh... Sis? I think we have been using him far too much... I was wondering if we could perhaps.. take a break and release him?"

"Take a break?" Velvet glanced at his brother with raised eyebrow.

"a Break? We are still very early to peak! We’ve been on fire recently It would be unwise of us to take a break" She chuckled.

Veneer seemed worried, but she had a point. He tried to counter her but could not bring himself to deny what she was saying.

"I know, I know... But I just worry that we have been using his singing ability too much... We are sucking its energy out of him, sis..."

Still giggling, she rolled her eyes. “Oh please, his voice is still in good health. He’ll be fine."

“Let’s not overthink it okay? Let’s just enjoy the moment and milk it out while we’re still here”

"But-"

veneer was now interrupted by velvet.

"But nothing, Don't try to argue with me, I hear one more word and you will regret it" Velvet said this as she was now annoyed by his brother.

Veneer stayed silent, his sister had a temper and He did'nt want his sister to be so angry with him, however...

"Still, I-"

he couldn't finish his sentence as Velvet pounced on him.

"What did I tell you about even one more word? I guess I'll have to apply methods from when we were children, my dear brother." She said moving her fingers in anticipation.

Oh boy... Not this again...

"NO! Don't do it sis, PLEASE-"

Velvet smiles as she grabs his sides and started tickling him

"You know the rules. Never argue with me"

Veneer's eyes widened as he let out a laugh and tried to push her away from him.

"ah! stop it! Stohohohop it! You knohohohow I'm weak to this!" He laughed.

Velvet chuckled as she continued to tickle his sides as his brother started to struggle

“Aww come on! It's just a bit of tickling! Don't be such a baby!”

Ah! Hahahaha! S-Stop... Hehe... That tickles!" Veneer giggled.

"Please! Hahaha ! You know I can't hehehelp but laugh when you do this to mehehe! Hahaha! Stop it!"

She smirk "Awwww does it? Does it really bother you that much?~"

She continued to tickle him as she continued to laugh as his brother couldn’t even get himself together anymore.

The only consolation that Veneer had was that they were alone in the studio and there was no audience- wait yes there was an audience, Floyd was still enclosed in the perfume in the headdress that was now looking at them in disconcerted and with a raised eyebrow.

"Hahahaha! Velvet S-stop it! I'm dying...! Hehe.. Hahaha!" Veneer chuckled as he struggled against her grasp.

That's right... Floyd is here too. He is here to witness me getting brutally tickled by my sister, right... Oh god, that's even more embarrasing.

"I swear you're so dramatic"

Velvet said rolling her eyes as continued to tickle him further, not even remotely concerned about his protest, not even letting out a single glance at the bottle where was Floyd.

Veneer laughed, trying as much as he could to escape his sister's grasp to no avail. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks burning...

"HAHAHA! I... I give up! I surrender! HAHAHA! Haha..." He sighed in defeat.

"Ooh! The little baby can't stand a little bit of tickling! I mean, what are you going to do when we go on the next tour? You’re going to beg for me to stop tickling you while I’m on stage too?" She replied while continuing the tickling.

"Now veneer... Are you going to drop the topic of the troll?”

Veneer was laughing so hard he could barely answer her..

"Y-YES! HAHAHA! I GIVE UP! I will not speak about the troll again...! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP IT...!"

Velvet looked at his brother for a moment and smirked at her brother before pulling up her fingers from his sides.

“Good. I'm glad you understand now. If you're such good brother I'm sure you won't argue With me again, Now let's get some sleep! We have an event to attend Tomorrow!" She laughed before letting him go and leaving the studio.

Veneer gasped for air and was out of breath as his sister left the room. He chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath

"Well... That could have ended worse... Haha..." He laughed and looked at the headdress, oh right, the troll was still looking.

Veneer stood up immediately although he almost fell because his sides were weak from the attack.

"Um... You didn't see anything, understood!?"

he said, leaving the study as quickly as possible, ignoring the fact that he felt his cheeks burning more, he will have to listen to his sister more now...

[anonwrites2233]

As promised… a little bit of lee Veneer ;3

Velvet is embarrassed and big mad at Veneer so he pays the price for it lol

Velvet was ANNOYED.

And Veneer had been incredibly annoying all day.

So she wanted to seek out some revenge.

Especially for what he pulled earlier that day.

Velvet and Veneer had an interview again, and Veneer was being a cheeky lil shit, and tickled her and caused her to squeal and laugh pretty loud during the interview and it made her highly embarrassed.

Kid Ritz couldn’t help but laugh at the two siblings, and Orchid (who had been watching was absolutely squealing and fangirling at this info about Velvet LOL) but after the interview a very red in the face Velvet had shoved her brother down on the couch in the dressing room.

“VENEER! How DARE you embarrass me like that?!”

Veneer couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

“Eheh… I-I was just playin Vels… s-sorry??”

“You WILL be sorry for what you pulled on me back there!!”

She wasted no time in digging her fingers into his sides and causing Veneer to squeal and bust out laughing.

“EEEAHAHAHHAA VEHEHELS!! IHIHM SAHAHAREHEEE!! MEHEHERCEHEHEE!!”

Velvet was enjoying torturing him already and just kept at it, making sure to get his ribs as well.

“I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet!”

“IEHEHE AM HEHEHHEE!! NOHO WAHAHAHIT-!!”

Veneer was very much so a drama queen when it came to this and was whining in between his laughs. You can tell he didn’t mind it though, he enjoyed just goofing around and playing with his sis, and he definitely knew he had it coming!

Velvet smirked and just kept teasing now scribbling along his stomach.

“Don’t think you didn’t have this coming! I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.”

Veneer just kept giggling like the goober that he was, honestly he was having fun despite how torturous it was for him. Veneer also just wanted to let his sister let out whatever steam she had on him. He could take it, or could he? He screamed when she went for his armpits.

“AAAAHHAHAAHA WAHAHAHAIT!! ANOOHOANOTTHEHEHERE!!”

Velvet grinned in satisfaction and just kept at it.

“Can’t take what you dish out huh baby bro~? You knew what was going to happen if you kept provoking me didn’t you?”

Veneer was red and absolutely in hysterics. Yeah ok, he did know what would happen! Maybe he just liked bonding with his sister and seeing her happy, and getting to play and have affection given to him. It kind of felt nice. Even if it tickled so badly.

“NYEHEHEHHEE—!! IHII SAHAHAID I WAS SAHAHAREEHEE VELHEHELS!!”

Velvet scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Like I believe that.”

She then went to his hips and squeezed, causing Veneer to squeal and jump.

“AHH—!! OHOKAKAHAY IHIHI GIHIVEEE!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Velvet shook her head.

“Let’s see, not only did you tickle me at this interview, but last I checked, you CONSTANTLY bug me and get ALL my spots, I think it’s only fair I do the same to you for being the bratty little brother that you are!”

Veneer snorted and smacked at the couch, kicking wildly as Velvet went for his thighs.

“VEHEHEHLHEHEHE!! IHIHI WOHOHONT BOHOTHER YOHOHOU ANYMOHORE!!!”

Velvet snorted a laugh.

“Yeah right!”

Veneer kept trying to plead his way out but it obviously wasn’t working, so he just threw his head back and kept laughing his head off. He was in tears now and just let his sister continue on.

He screamed when she went behind his knees.

Velvet smirked as her brother smacked the couch wildly and kept cackling like crazy.

“This is what you deserve~”

“AHAHAHA VEHEHEHELS!! PLEHEHEASE— OHOHOGOHOD—!!”

She immediately went for his feet straight after, causing him to snort and smack the couch even more.

“OHAOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! PLEHEHEASE VEHEHELVS!!”

Velvet kept going.

“Hm idk… whats in it for me~?”

Veneer snorted and tried to bargain.

“IHIHILL LEHEHEAVE YOU BEHEHE AHAHAND WEHEHEE CAN GOHO SHOPPING AHAHAFTER THIS- IHIHIL DRIHIVE UHUHS— HEHEHE!!”

Velvet looked intrigued and immediately stopped.

“Ooo that sounds fun actually! Let’s go now!”

Veneer panted and laid there trying to catch his breath.

“O-ohakay… p-please give me a sec… oof…”

Velvet was already running out the door shouting at Veneer to hurry up, and Veneer, lightheaded stumbled onto his feet to go after her. Living with Velvet was a handful. But he loved his sister dearly and would do just about anything for her, even if she was a lil brat at times.

Veneer would definitely give Velvet a break for now though.

[estelle-skully]

IDC WHAT YOU SAY THIS IS CANON

velvet just wrecks veneer out of the blue. With no warning whatsoever, probably when she's bored

(I love ur blog so much btw)

lmao I can just imagine him being like

“NOHOHOT AGAIN, WTF DID IHI DO THIHIHIS TIHIHIHIHIME HAHAHA-“

I gotta learn to draw those two so I can make tk art of em

(also tysm omg 😭💜✨)

[safempty]

Who cares if a few trolls are dying?

Haha, hello, I'm back, school was really killing me, but I'm now free of all pending school issues 🙏

I didn't really know how to make Veneer's suit, sorry if the end result was very meh

[sugarskullcupcakes]

*throws this and runs*

I'm new to animating stuff, it's not the best but I worked for hours just to make this dumb gif sooo enjoy some poorly drawn ler Veneer

Thank you @anonwrites2233 for the Veneer headcannons, it helped give me this idea >:)

Tummy tickles idk-

[everettswritings]

Got a cute idea...ler red velvet with a Lee reader hcs or story...whichever is fine! Just love him and think his big cakehand would make him the ultimate tickle monster!

You are so right! I don’t know how old this request is, so have a cookie anyways 🍪. Headcanons this time because I’m in more of a headcanon mood than a fic mood. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Oh god his cake hand, the claws tickle an unholy amount. They’re like acrylics. If you’re like me and super weak to nails, I’ll pray for you.

Scarily enough, he isn’t that hard to provoke. It’s like any mention of tickling, or anything that would even make you think about it, automatically flips this “ler switch” in his brain.

I’m serious. Like, do not stretch in front of this man! He will take that opening like your sibling yoinking the last pizza slice before you can reach it, it’s not worth it.

Very, very strategic. As a military man he already has a mind for strategy, and he will use it to his advantage. He has his techniques down to a T!

I can’t stress enough how ruthless he is. Mercy is not a word in his vocabulary.

He will know if you’re weak to teasing, and he will abuse that power. He will pull out every phrase in the diddly darn book!

”Does that tickle, dear?”

”Oh? Are you ticklish there?”

”What’s so funny? Why’re you laughing?”

AGHHH!! Anyways, yeah.

Will not hesitate to sick his legion of cakes on you, in fact it has probably happened multiple times.

Depending on how close you two are, the aftermath is a different story. If you aren’t that close, don’t expect him to do much. However, if you’re really close, he’ll give plenty of hugs and rubs till you calm down.

His favorite spots to go after are the stomach, hips, ribs, and sometimes the back.

Since he’s strong, he has no issue pinning you down. Plus he can do it with one hand, so you might end up meeting the ends of his claws.

He doesn’t really care much for using anything like feathers or the likes, he prefers doing the job with his bare hands.

Loves wheezy or breathless laughter. He knows he’s doing it right when you’re laughing that hard.

Okay, that’s all. I may or may not have accidentally put myself in a lee mood… I can’t help it, okay?! I love mean lers, and he’s a mean ler to a fault. Have a good one 🫶

[ijustliketickling]

Hey can I get ler red velvet cookie and Lee y/n? I feel like his claws hand would make him the ultimate tickle monster! Imagine him digging those claws into a Soft belly! Oh he could make anyone who is ticklish scream!

Heh, he probably would have a good advantage, yes- Honestly, claws are just so fun -w-' Welp, here you go :D

[nagitoshopejar]

IM DOING IT IM DOING A VOX AND VELV FIC

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Last compilation for the day

Rambutan: You better get over here, troublemaker!

Mangosteen [Lychee Dragon]: NO!

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Pitaya Dragon: AHAHAHAHA!

Mala Sauce: Your scales are no match for me!

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Hydrangea: Do you want some tickles?

Lotus Dragon: ...mhmm..

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Mango: Coochie Coochie Coo, sir!

Ananas Dragon is trying not to laugh

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Snake Fruit: Now to just..

Red Velvet: Huh. Keep going puppers

Crunchy Chip: NOHOHO

Adventurer: It's one little gem, so please let me- AGH!

AHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHASE!!!

Jelly Worm: Look! I got his hat!

Jelly Serpent: Good job, little one. Wanna join the fun with the other snakes?

JW: Yeah!

[bimobuddy]

Learning to Trust

SFW Hazbin TK fic

Alright people hear me out with this one

Major Spoilers

CW: Brief mention of anxiety disorders, swearing

Lee!Vox, Ler!Alastor

It's kind of a ship? The Aromantic 'Squish' equivalent of a ship. Well not yet anyway, they're still rivals in this, but I might make a part 2 that explores that a little more

It was gonna be Valentino and Vox, but I'm mad at Val so he got his boyfriend privileges taken away >:(

This might get kinda angsty, sorry in advance

Summary: Vox is glitching out and having connection issues, so he bites the bullet and asks help from the only other demon who can help him. Unfortunately with that demon being Alastor, they run into some issues.

It had started happening after the battle between the exterminators and the sinners. The War between Heaven and Hell. Vox had been watching it all happen on his TV, mostly keeping an eye on Alastor. Originally the plan was to watch by himself, but Velvet insisted they all watch together, and he couldn't really think of a good enough lie to tell her no, so he gave in.

He had spent the whole night playing up how much he hated Alastor, which is easy when your entire life and afterlife, you've been a TV Show Host. Many years of acting. At one point he even hoped if he got too obnoxious, the other two might leave, but used to his antics, they stayed.

But inside he was immensely stressed out. Yes he and Alastor were rivals, but there was something about the rivalry he needed. Something about it he liked. He couldn't really explain it himself, and he preferred not to think about it, preferring to tell himself that he just enjoyed hating the Radio Host.

So when he watched Alastor almost get killed by Adam, seeing him actually vulnerable for once... It scared him.

Then started the glitching. He knew it was from stress, the feeling was very familiar to when he was a human with an anxiety disorder. Only instead of a racing heart and suddenly feeling faint and warm, his anxiety came in the form of glitching, as his mind couldn't process everything, and showed it visibly on his screen.

He had tried for hours to make it stop, to try and fix it himself, but he couldn't see the mirror properly through all the glitching. That and the glitching made it hard to think.

He considered going to Velvet, but despite her phone and social media use, she didn't actually know anything about the tech itself. There was one more option, but he really didn't want to even consider it.

Though as he started to glitch out again, he decided to just bite the bullet.

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Vox found himself scaling up the side of the Hotel, climbing toward Alastor's radio tower.

He'd rather fall to his death than use the doors and ask to see him. As he reached the top, he frantically tapped on the window, feeling another glitch about to happen.

Nothing.

He started tapping again, even faster this time.

Still nothing.

He made a fist and drew his arm back to just break the window in-

*click*

"Well this is quite the predicament." Alastor said, leaning over the windowsill. "Shut up asshole, just let me in." Vox grumbled. Alastor's grin seemed to widen. "And why shouldn't I just give you a little nudge?" The radio host questioned, placing his cane lightly against Vox's screen.

Vox couldn't help but notice that his cane had been seemingly glued back together and.. bandaged up? He didn't have time to think about that. "I uh.." He trailed off, only for Alastor to push his cane a little harder into Vox's screen. He tried to speak again, but he glitched, losing his grip and slipping.

But he didn't fall. Through all the TV static, he felt his wrists being grabbed, as he was pulled upward. He still couldn't focus much, but he recognized that he had dropped to a hardwood floor now.

"My, this certainly is quite a problem.. For you, anyway, I find it entertaining." Alastor chuckled. Vox pressed a palm to the cool floor to try and ground himself. Gradually, the static cleared itself. "You know what I found interesting? That someone as strong and as feared as you got cut down by an angel." He said, glaring.

The room got deadly silent, Alastor's smile much more strained now.

"... I need your help, okay?"

"And why should I help you? Especially after that nice little comment you made."

"Listen, I'm- Ugh. Forget it, I don't know why I even both-øťhəred-" Vox had stood to leave, only for another glitch to have him leaning against the wall for support.

"It appears neither of us are in great shape." Alastor said, begrudgingly lifting Vox by his upper arm and setting him in one of the swivel chairs. He crossed his arms and waited for Vox's glitching to pass.

After a solid minute, Vox groaned, his head starting to hurt. "So what made you think you'd come to someone who famously hates television boxes for help? Especially when that person is a rival, an enemy, someone you've fought in the past?" Alastor asked.

Vox looked up at him, feeling that pit of anxiety in his stomach again. "I didn't know who else to go to. Valentino is useless, Velvet doesn't know shit about tech, and you're the only other demon who has seen me weak before."

Alastor took a moment to process that last part. He considered it. If he helped Vox, he risked being seen as soft. But if he didn't help him, what if it got worse, and he lost his nemesis, the pettiness that kept him going at times, that pushed him to be the best Host?

He sat down in his seat, across from Vox. "Do you trust me?" He asked. Vox thought for a moment. Did he? He must have if he came here. "I have to."

"Good enough." Alastor went to get started... "Wait how the hell do I do this? I'm more familiar with my own equipment."

Oh, right. Vox sighed. "The back of my monitor comes off. Just open it, and I'll instruct you from there." He said, turning around and removing his hat.

Alastor curled his fingers around the back panel of his monitor, causing Vox to jump a little. "If you want me to help you, sit still-" "I am, shut up." Alastor pulled the back panel off and was met with what to him looked like Alien technology.

After Vox had instructed him on what to do, he got to work. Though he didnt like working in silence, it felt a little too intimate, especially with his hands inside someone else's head.

"So what exactly caused this, if I may ask?" He questioned. "Stress. I start to glitch out when things are hard to process and I overload. Sometimes if the glitching gets too bad, I shut down, which I'd rather avoid."

"Shut down," Alastor repeated, "I thought if you 'shut down,' you'd die or something?" "No, no.. I can more closely compare it to burnout but ten times worse. Last time I shut down, it took me a week to recharge."

"Hm. And what caused you to become so stressed this time? Sure I've seen you briefly buffer and glitch during our fights, but never this bad." Alastor asked. Vox noticed the radio filter in his voice seemed to fade out. He was genuinely curious.

He didn't know what to say. More like he didn't know how to say it. How do you tell your rival of all people you were stressed because you saw them get hurt?

"Well? With how close I am to all these wires, I'd answer if I were you." Ah, his filter was back. "I just.. Got overworked." "Need I remind you how easy it would be for me to unplug some of these wires? Hm, this yellow one seems awfully loose-" "I was worried oka- Aha!"

...

"What do we have here?" Alastor asked, a smile evident in his voice. Vox froze. He actually didn't know 'what they had there.' That had never happened before.

"I-I don't know, but Alastor I swear to Satan himself- wahait- grr- Don't!" He gripped the armrests of his seat in a desperate attempt to hold still. He worried if he pulled away too fast, he'd accidentally rip a wire out.

It felt so weird. He could actually feel Alastor messing with the wires in his head, specifically the ones down at the bottom that ran down his neck and into his back. Each time the Radio host rolled one between his fingers, it sent what felt like electricity into his system. Thousands of little shocks that made him want to pull away and- No. He wouldn't, it was dumb, it was weak, and it wasn't like him.

Alastor grinned wider, finding it fun to mess with him. "Why Vox, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were ticklish." He said, rubbing the wires again, watching as Vox gripped the armrests tighter and scrunched his shoulders up. Alastor only grew more amused as he heard the other's fans whir to life as his ventilation system tried to cool him down.

Vox, however, felt like he was fighting for his life. His shoulders were shaking, his chest was spasming, and he felt his screen overheating. He was actively fighting back any noise that tried to escape. He refused to be seen as any weaker than he already was. "T-Tickl-what? The f-fuhuck is that? Thihis isn't a vihirus??"

Alastor paused. "You seriously have never heard of tickling? It's childsplay. Children often have tickle-fights with their siblings and friends. You've never even seen it?" "I never really had any friends."

There was a beat of silence.

"What about the other V's?"

"Gross, you think I'd let Valentino get anywhere near me? You know where his hands have been?"

"Where haven't they been is the real question."

Fuck, that got a laugh out of Vox. A real one too, not the fake rehearsed one he used in public or on TV. It was lighter than Alastor expected, genuine, and almost had a warm sound to it if you can imagine that.

And Alastor found himself wanting to hear it again. "I suppose I should get back to maintenance now shouldn't I?" He said, returning to his work, get making sure his hands brushed over the wires and cables occasionally. More than occasionally.

"A-Alastor- fuhuck- wahahait- *wheeeze* ahahahaha!" Vox found himself stomping the floor a little, since he was unable to pull away. He felt light scritching at the base of his neck, obviously intentional. "Yohohou ohold tihihimey prihick! I'll d-dehehe- dehehehahahaha!"

"Oh I'm sorry, you're going to what now? I can't exactly hear you." Alastor grinned. Both hands, or claws one should say, suddenly scritched at the back of his ribs.

Unable to control himself, Vox tossed his head back and laughed, and slammed backward, pressing his back into the seat. Alastor was quick to pull his hands back with a chuckle.

Vox's fans were whirring loudly. "You ahasshole, just finish fuckin' repairing me." "Oh I finished that ten minutes ago!" Alastor answered cheerfully, popping the back panel back into place in Vox's monitor.

Vox groaned, irritated.

"I still find it hard to believe you've never heard of tickling! Everyone knows about it. I'm even more surprised no one's ever found out by accident. Not even while reparing your monitor?"

"I fix myself, I don't trust anyone to touch me."

"You trusted me."

Vox turned his swivel chair around to face Alastor. "I did, yeah.."

Alastor tilted his head a little in curiosity. "And maybe you could trust me again. You never did tell me what got you so stressed." Vox rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because you started assaulting me before I could."

"Voxius."

"That's not- Did you just assign me a full name?"

"Yes, now quit stalling." Alastor said, latching a hand onto Vox's side. "WAIT-" He shouted before batting at his hand, huffing out chuckles. Alastor only crawled his hands up Vox's ribs before targeting his underarms.

"WAITFUCKTHATSWORSE!" He cackled out, slamming his arms down, trapping Alastor's hands. The Radio demon only chuckled. "You'll learn that when it comes to tickling, much like real fights, you're not supposed to let your opponent know exactly where your weak points are. Now I can do this." He stated before drilling his thumbs into Vox's underarms.

"FAHAHAHACK!" He shouted, kicking a leg out, much like a dog, whilst also trying to curl up in his chair to protect himself. "Thihihis ihihis rihihihidiculohohous!!"

"What's ridiculous is that you still haven't answered the question."

"YOHOU WOHONT LEHEHET MEHEHE!"

"Hm, fine." Alastor stopped and pulled his hands away. Vox tried to kick him but of course a tendril came out and grabbed his leg, as he expected.

Vox muttered something. "I'm sorry?" Alastor asked, leaning closer. Vox sighed. "I was worried." "About?"

"About you."

Alastor's eyes widened ever so slightly. Vox had been violently glitching out over him? "Why is that?" His voice was normal.

"You're my rival, so obviously I tuned in to watch the battle. I wanted to see if you'd get killed. Part of me obviously wanted it to happen, but when I saw that Angel snap your cane and actually hit you-" Alastor flinched at the memory, "Seeing you actually vulnerable like that.. I realized I didn't actually want to lose my one and only rival. As much as I hate ya, you do push me to come up with newer and better shows in order to compete with you."

"I... can't say I haven't thought the same thing. Because of you I have to write better scripts and find the best topics for my broadcast. Even though it's no question that I'm the best," he grinned as Vox frowned, "But I am the best because of you."

Vox wasn't sure what to say to that, having mixed feelings. Before he could overthink it, Alastor held a hand out. He took it, as the other demon helped him up. "Now, it's quite late, and you have a tight schedule, I'm sure." He opened the window, as a large tendril waited outside for Vox.

"I do appreciate you coming to check on me." He said before hurrying Vox out the window, as he sat on the tendril. "If you tell anyone I said that, I just might broadcast this newly discovered sensitivity of yours." He threatened.

There was the Alastor he knew and loved to hate.

"I won't, don't worry. I don't feel like explaining to anyone why I was over at your Radio Tower anyway. You hurry up and heal, Alastor, I want you in top shape for our next fight," He smirked, "Even I'm not low enough to kick someone while he's do-OOOWN-" The tendril suddenly dropped, pulling Vox down with it, where it would drop him off safely on the ground.

Alastor shut his window, and watched the TV show host leave down the hill. Never in a million years did he think Vox would ever trust him, nor did he ever think he'd help his rival.

But he couldn't deny that he had had a little fun that night, not only tickling him, but just talking and getting to know him a little.

This night might have made their rivalry slightly more complicated.

[anonwrites2233]

Actually begging someone to draw Velvet getting tickled by Veneer, and Velvet tickling Veneer soon. I’m dying to see it

[safempty]

All my talent it doesn't grows on trees

Pt. 2 Onceler as Velvet and Veneer

Some naughty fan left that kiss 🫢

I have one more extra, but I'll upload it later haha

[infrequent-creator]

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?"

(Check out the fic I wrote here!)https://www.tumblr.com/infrequent-creator/749328463321858048/a-little-assistance

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Puzzle pieces

3900 words/lee Lyla ler Miguel/romantic relationship

The orange lights of Miguel’s office illuminated his facial structure, highlighting his cheekbones and extenuating the contours of his face.

Tapping away at numerous screens, watching and cataloginging, almost as if it was Miguel's second nature.

His efforts were tireless, consistently observing different encounters between anomalies and spidermen alike, outsourcing locations and listing the number of captives that needed to be sent to their original dimensions.

His posture was a rigid Miguel‘s shoulders hunched as he put all focus and energy into the screens in front of him. Steady breaths were the only thing that could be heard beyond the whirrs and hums of the machines surrounding him. Totally engrossed in his work,Miguel was unable to register the gentle, yellow hue that materialized itself next to him.

The yellow contrasted with the orange light, yet miguel still was unaware of the presence next to him.

“Hey, big guy”

Miguel had to force himself to refrain from jumping at the newly noticed noise, simply bristling for a moment then smoothly looking over to the source of the noise.

Miguel's eyes landed on a pair of bright pink glasses, much too large for the face they were resting on. The yellow light shone like an angelic presence. Illuminating the dark room with soft, hopeful hues.

“Lyla, don't sneak up on me like that”

Miguel's voice sounded more disinterested than he had hoped, the cold tone seeping into his now shared environment with venomous vigor. Red eyes glowed in the darkness, the velvet colored spheres seeming almost to float, the rest of Miguel's body fading in the background.

Both of them glowed, watching each other.

Miguel opened his mouth, fangs falling on his bottom lip. He tried to conjure up some type of an apology, he hadnt meant to be so cold. The tone of his reprimand now creating an uncomfortable, awkward silence.

Before he could speak, lyla glitched closer to him, her hologram standing at what would be her regular human height. Still so much smaller compared to the monument Miguel's physique had become after all these years.

“I want to be in my body today.”

Lyla blinked a few times, and Miguel had to suppress a smile at how unneeded blinking was for her. Finding a sense of amusement in the undeniably human behavior that she had picked up.

Lyla’s physical body was finicky to say the least it often disconnected her from its metal casing. It often ran out of battery prematurely. It often felt strange for lyla to walk.

Her body was still a glorified prototype, but Lyla loved it all the same. Finally to interact with her world, with Miguel. To cling to him, to finally connect with him in a tangible sense.

“Okay”

Miguel blinked, realizing how sterilized his answer had sounded.

“Yes of course, we can do that Lyla.”

Still awkward, but at least he sounded more enthusiastic. Lyla only smiled, her thick eyelashes clumping together behind her glasses.

“It will get me away from these screens anyway.”

Miguel chuckled, glancing at lyla as he took a step from the abstract orange inner workings of his technology.

“Just like how you've been asking me to do all day”

Sass seeped out of Miguel’s words, his hips swinging to the side as he fully turned away from his tech. A smug smile appeared on his face before he smoothly jumped off his platform. Looking back at lyla, waiting for her to follow.

Lyla’s glitching form cascaded down, jumping from place to place, before settling herself next to miguel.

“Margo, please see to it that all the channels are being monitored, Lyla and I have some matters to attend to”

Miguel spoke gently, yet confidently into his watch. His long legs allowing him to stride across his office with ease.

Lyla giggled, wondering if Miguel had noticed that he had used what lyla proclaimed as the “Miguel customer service voice”

Miguel turned his head to the source of the giggling, his eyes half lidded. While his mouth remained in a neutral line, his brows had remained unfurrowed.

He was sufficiently amused.

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The doors to the “special lab” as Miguel liked to call it, opened with a woosh, closing right behind Lyla and her companion.

Despite its flaws, lylas body was beautiful.

Silicone casing that mimicked human skin so perfectly, near flawless wiring, and implanted synthetic hairs. Ignoring the seams, and the mechanical core of the body, she would look fully human.

The yellow cast of lylas body glitching around the room brought a small smile to Miguel’s face, slowly striding to follow Lylas excited glitches

Finally reaching the table her body rested upon, Miguel sat beside the husk, reaching to support the back of its head with his hand. Holding it gently, like a glass sculpture.

“Go on then”

Miguel encouraged motioning for lyla to connect with her physical form.

A bit surprised at her lack of hesitation, Miguel chuckled to himself when Lyla immediately began to synchronize with the husk, her holoform slowly fading away.

After a few moments, the machine wirled to life, the hydraulics began to generate noise as Miguel helped lyla slowly sit up. Still acclimating to her physical form.

Her body hummed with life, electric fields resonating inside of her.

Deeming Lyla able to properly sit up by herself, Miguel slowly got up, padding over to retrieve her coat from the hook it was hung upon. Acquiring an exact replica of Lyla’s fur coat had not been easy, Miguel had to scout multiple tailors before finding one who was willing to embed such an intricate design onto the soft, near fuzzy material of the coat.

Yet he didn't regret any of it. Miguel would do anything for his Lyla.

Miguel slipped the coat around lylas shoulders, taking extra care to make sure the garment wouldn't fall off. Fastening the lapels firmly around her chest.

Lylas giggles caught Miguel by surprise, rearing his head to the side to look at her. Yet Lyla, absolutely loss in a haze of giddiness, puzzled him slightly.

“Lyla?”

Miguel's inquisition was nearly cut off by Lylas exclamation.

“It tickles!”

Puzzled, Miguel looked down at his hands, unbenounced to him, he had begun to rub and massage the base of lylas neck. Subconsciously trying to sooth the AI, not realizing her sensory settings had still yet to be fully developed.

“Oh- sorry Lyla I didn't mean-”

“It’s fine”

Lylas interruption utterly perturbed miguel, such an adament statement with such a large smile on her face.

Miguel knew lyla, he knew her quirks and the way lylas eyebrows would knit when she was being serious.

But the expression on lylas face was far from serious. A wide, toothy grin was plastered on her face. Her glasses slightly crooked from lylas hyper giggling.

“Don't be sorry Miguel”

Lyla leaned into Miguel's frame, nuzzling her cheek into his wide chest.

“It feels nice… I like it when you tickle me”

Miguel's face burned a deep shade of red. Something about lylas casual confession embarrassed Miguel to his very core. Perhaps it provided an unwanted looking glass into his own desires.

Miguel shook away the thought with a series of blinks, noting to himself to never indulge in such a thought again.

Rather Miguel chose to focus on Lyla, the culprit of his newfound confusion. He watched as Lyla’s grin held steadfast, looking up at Miguel expectantly. As if Lyla had hoped her confession would be rewarded with more of the sensations she enjoyed so thoroughly.

Miguel only stared back at her, feeling more than compelled to provide her with all she desired.

He waited a Moment, averting his gaze. Unsheathed claws began to pick at one another before Miguel raised his wrist towards his chin.

“Unexpected obligations have come up, please excuse my absence.”

Miguel didn't think he could register a portal fast enough. The omni colored hues of the gateway illuminating both him and his Lyla.

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His bedroom was dim, just how Miguel liked it. Lyla felt nearly weightless in his arms, despite the metals she was composed of.

Despite Miguel's ornate urge to playfully throw Lyla onto the large bed the two often slept together on, He simply laid Lyla down gently. Taking great care as to not jostle her too hard.

“Miguel you big softie”

Lyla smiled, wrapping her arms around Miguel's neck as he maneuvered himself to cage her between his muscular arms.

Miguel's eyes glowed an invigorating bright red, as he stared Lyla down, analyzing every little feature of hers before leaning down, and softly locking her lips with his own.

Miguel always felt some ornate guilt every time he indulged in moments like this with Lyla. He always felt as if he was taking advantage of her in some way, despite her protests and reassurance. Some part of Miguel was afraid that Lyla had some predisposed reason to love him. That she felt required to love him due to Miguel being her creator.

“Miguel, don't be an idiot.”

Lyla’s round eyes stared back up at his, her lips forming into a disapproving pout. She always knew what he was thinking. All these years together it was a bit impossible not to understand every little change of expression or falter in words.

“I like you, that shouldn't be wrong.”

Her pout morphed into something akin to a scowl, lylas brows furrowed as her eyes narrowed. Obviously she seemed to be frustrated with Miguel's constant self retribution.

Lips locked once more as Lyla leaned up, kissing the corner of Miguel’s mouth in quick, succeeding pecks.

Miguel leaned down, resting his forehead on his companion’s, breathing steadily. He would give up his disapproving thoughts for now, Miguel never enjoyed making Lyla unhappy.

“Did you still want me too uh…”

Miguel swallowed, his words no louder than a murmur.

“You know”

He closed his eyes in an attempt to avoid Lyla’s gaze, focusing on peppering kisses along her neck. Keeping his attention at the junction between her collarbone and jugular. Miguel hoped that keeping Lyla entertained in this way would deter her from prying about his sheepishness. Unfortunately Miguel’s efforts proved futile.

“I'm the one asking to be tickled, but you’re the one getting embarrassed”

Lyla chuckled, mostly due to the barrage of kissing but the humor of her current situation failed to escape her.

“That's pretty funny”

Her chuckle transitioned into bubbly giggling as Miguel’s fervent kissing began to contain more fangs than lips, as he began to gently nibble at the vulnerable skin on lylas neck.

Lyla eagerly craned her head to the side. She hoped that if Miguel gained access to more skin, he would continue his love bites with ease.

And so he did.

Passionate kisses and nibbles trailed up Lylas neck with no hesitation. Causing electric shocks to glide through her body and settle in her chest. Her giggling never faltered. Elated chirps of laughter filled the room as Miguel began to wander his hands up and down Lyla's sides.

Miguel relished in Lyla’s sweet laughter, lifting his head up from her neck in an attempt to see her smile. Lyla’s teeth were ever so crooked, and her nose crinkled in her mirth.

His admiration for lyla had overshadowed Miguel's self doubt, egging him on. Beckoning his fingers to wiggle and squeeze just a bit faster.

“Miguehehel!!”

Lyla squeaked, her hands smoothed down Miguel's back, clutching onto the excess fabric of his shirt. Completely lost in her joyful hysterics.

Her pink,heart-shaped glasses sat crooked on her face, jostled due to the cheery wiggling that Lyla seemed to be unable to contain.

Miguel felt a response was unneeded, he simply remained listening to Lyla's laughter. Wiggling his fingers into the backs of her ribs, or at least the welded steel that mimicked where her ribs would be.

“Miggy!”

Lylas use of his nickname caused Miguel to look up from his diligent work. Slowing his motions down slightly, in fear that he was pushing Lyla too far.

“Lyla?”

His inquiry was soft, barely heard over the residual giggling that was escaping Lyla’s lips.

“It tickles” lyla took in an unneeded breath “Tickles real bad”

Lylas smile never faltered, her brown eyes glistened behind her glasses. Looking up at Miguel, she slipped her arms down from miguels back, dragging her fingertips down Miguel's shoulders, finally holding his large biceps in both hands.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Miguel frowned, concerned about a possible short circuit due to the constant stimulation being provided to Lyla’s servers.

“Do you want to stop?”

Lyla’s smug smile taunted Miguel and his patience. He knew full well that lyla was only trying to get a reaction out of him. goading Miguel into really letting loose and devouring her like she desired..

He could see as lyla began to calculate the most plausible outcome of her teasing, hoping that she would receive the response that she so desired.

How could Miguel deny her such a thing?

With a sort of playful roughness, Miguel pressed Lyla into the bed with his own weight, nuzzling into her neck to nip and gnaw at her nape. He dragged his fangs across her jugular, letting out small snarls and growls as he did so.

Miguel didn't mind playing monster for her, for his Lyla. Whatever made her happy, made him happy. Not to mention the playfulness seemed to actively draw out dread from his heart, leaving him feeling lighter, happier.

Lyla’s gleeful giggles and squeals filled his mind as he snuck his taloned fingers under the hem of her top, dragging the pinpoints ever so gently on her pseudo-skin.

“Miguel! Oh god- it's so bahahad!”

Lyla was wriggling fully, the tickling and teasing seemed to cause her software to somewhat lose control of her bodily function. This only made Miguel chuckle fondly, retracting his claws to skitter up and down Lylas' bare stomach with his blunt nails.

“I'm glad to see your body is functioning better now”

Miguel observed with an utterly neutral tone, trying to tease Lyla even further, as if he wasn’t currently drawing a barrage of sweet giggles from the AI. It was interesting to see how functional she was, a mere 2 weeks ago and this interaction was most likely impossible.

“I think the- the software!”

Lyla cut herself off with a hearty round of giggles, accompanied by a couple snorts.

“The software update helped, I think!”

The sentence was very much rushed out, Lyla obviously trying to fight against the steady stream of laughter. She tilted her head back, subtly signaling to Miguel that she wanted him to nibble there once more. If Lyla wasn't Lyla, and Miguel wasn't Miguel, the signal may have not worked. But Lyla was so very pleased when it did.

Miguel lightly blew cold air on Lylas neck, chuckling when she flinched.

“Just making sure your sensors are working”

Lyla simply scoffed, it was easy to catch Miguel in such a silly lie. She knew exactly why he did it; to mess with her. Miguel could be such a pain sometimes, especially when he was feeling playful.

Fangs suddenly unsheathed as Miguel nipped and nibbled at the exposed skin below Lylas ear. His fingers continued their expedition, wiggling up and down Lylas torso. He even lingered around her hips, giving them a few rapid squeezes before climbing up to just below her underarms.

Her body tensed up at the constant changing of sensation. Her algorithm could hardly keep track of the stimulus changes detected by her sensors. The preoccupation caused the underlying mechanisms of her psyche to cloud. Leaving her mind in a blissful state of static. Just what she wanted. No having to track Miguel’s vitals, or categorize the many anomalies that still occasionally slipped through the metaphorical cracks of space and time.

Lyla loved Miguel, loved him as much as her pulsing wires and chips could manage. But she got tired, so many hours of watching, learning, teaching. She needed a break, and she was so grateful Miguel was here to give her one.

All she could think of was his kisses, and his fangs, oh his fangs. Lyla had grown to adore the sharp canines that Miguel possessed. How they so gently poked into her skin, how they peeked out of his lips in every smile, how the fangs would often catch on his lip, causing her to giggle and point out the accident as Miguel would flush and look away as he adjusted his lips.

Right now, Miguel was nibbling into her with utmost care. Dragging his teeth across her jugular as he growled out praise and horribly embarrassing observations about Lyla arching her stomach up towards him. Miguel was so warm, such a soft and comforting force emitting from such a stark and rigid man

His hand lay its palm flat on lylas stomach, flexing and relaxing his fingers in a steady pattern. Miguel's fingertips played with the silicone, feeling the incredibly smooth surface. Gently prodding and guiding his fingers along her softness, savoring how her body ebbed and flowed along with his perfectly.

Even when lyla arched her back, her stomach and hips seemed to connect perfectly with his torso. Two puzzle pieces perfectly intertwined.

“Should I.. no.. no that’s childish.”

Miguel cut himself off before his thought could be fully realized, shaking his head and continuing to wiggle his fingers gently into lylas middle.

“Whaha- what, what is it miguel?”

Lyla fought back her giggles for a moment, forcing out coherent words. Giddiness be damned, her desire to make Miguel express himself won all her mental battles.

Miguel flushed for a moment, his ears becoming hot. He looked away, changing focus to the neatly printed on freckles that sprinkled Lyla’s arms.

“Miguel, I’m waiting”

He bit back a growl, keeping himself from scribbling his talons wildly into her stomach. His fingers stilled and he lay his head onto Lyla’s shoulder. Positioning himself so that only his cheek made contact with her form. Laying on his side next to her, he let out a sigh.

“Do not laugh at me.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, Miguel.”

Despite her situation Lyla possessed a rather smug grin, finding joy in his awkward and self conscious mannerisms. She found it quite amusing how Miguel bore embarrassment for his theoretical next move, but none for the barrage of tickling he had just put the AI through.

Miguel swallowed, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them. Zeroing in on lylas exposed midsection. He lifted his hand and dangled his fingers about a half foot above her body.

“The.. uh the itsy-bitsy spider, crawled..”

Talons were unleashed, and his hand plunged ever so softly into the soft synthetic flesh right below Lyla’s belly button. Crawling his fingers ever so slowly up her torso, acting as if his hand was a spider itself.

Miguel's brows knit together as he fought the blush currently creeping up his neck. Scrunching his nose as he pushed through the shame.

“… up the water spout. Down came the rain and…”

Miguel grimaced, crawling his talons all the way up to the middle of Lyla’s ribs. Taking a moment to tweak a couple of the bones. Which earned sweet giggles from Lyla, which were already bubbling up due to Miguel’s both goofy and reluctant singing.

“Washed the… spider out- oh god. okay okay I’m sorry Lyla I just can’t .”

Miguel let out a dramatic sigh, burying his face into Lyla’s shoulder and letting out a defeated breath of air. Lyla burst into bright laughter, partly due to Miguel dragging his claws down her stomach, but mostly because of Miguel’s now shattered ego.

Miguel chuckled as he shook his head into lylas shoulder, the cringing feeling of shame rushing over him. It was an uncomfortable chuckle, a sort of laugh whose only purpose was to attempt to alleviate some of the tension accumulating onto his psyche.

Lyla smiled and adjusted her position, bringing her knees up and planting her feet flat on the mattress. Focusing on how Miguel’s tickling turned into gentle rubbing.

She sighed happily, focusing on how her sensors registered the palm of Miguel’s hand, repeating soft, circular motions on her stomach. Settling herself into her pillow, she wiggled against Miguel’s frame. Settling herself between his arms.

Miguel followed her lead wrapping his body around hers. Strong arms crossed over her chest and he tucked lylas head under his chin. Puzzle pieces fully pressed together. Making one perfect, beautiful shape.

He leaned his head down, nuzzling his nose into Lyla’s head before inhaling gently. She smelled soft. A sort of gentle, nearly bland smell. A slight hint of mild perfume, and the fresh scent of laundry. The calming smell began to release the tension between his shoulders. As Miguel’s body began to relax a soft purr began to rumble in his throat.

His body closed comfortably around his Lyla, clutching her like a stuffed toy. She was so perfect, so soft. So comforting. Lyla was Miguel’s perfect companion; she combated his worst and complemented his best.

They were two different people intrinsically intertwined. Fated to never be fully apart from each other. Both Miguel and Lyla held the other in their hearts, never to be discarded.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, mumbling into the top of lylas head. His words were soft, lacking the edge they usually did when Miguel held the persona of the spider society's leader.

“I love you Lyla.”

He spoke gently, yet with confidence. Miguel's words were not a confession, rather an affirmation.

“I love you too Miguel.”

Lyla intertwined her fingers with Miguel’s, feeling the rough calluses that had formed where his talons would emerge. Such rough hands always treated her so gently, with utmost kindness and care.

The pair laid there, both taking the other in. Miguel nearly began to dose off, sleepless nights finally rearing their heads to nip at his conscience.

That was until his eyes shot awake with realization.

“I left Margo alone”

His words cut off as he unlatched himself from Lyla’s body, rolling off the bed and landing on his feet in quick succession.

“Alone to monitor all the channels.”

Lyla finished Miguel’s thought for him, scooting off the bed herself before she was able to touch the tips of her toes onto the floor.

Miguel stretched out an arm to Lyla, offering a stabilizing force to help the AI steady herself as she stood.

“Please excuse my uh, long absence. My obligations seemed to draw on longer than I had expected.”

Miguel took a short breath, changing the channel of his watch and speaking once more into the device. His voice much less authoritative in tone.

“Margo please take a break at your earliest convenience”

He paused before continuing, playing with his claws.

“Sorry for leaving you for so long, I’m back in the building already, so don’t worry.”

Miguel winced at his own awkward attempts to sound friendly, and the blatant lie he had told. Yet some of the shame was relieved when Margo responded to his message with a deadpan, albeit playful response.

“Back to work Miguel?”

Miguel flicked his wrist and opened another portal, the orange hues lighting up the cool tones of his bedroom.

“Back to work Lyla.”

The pair held hands as they stepped through the portal. Always together, fitting like matching puzzle pieces.

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thank you everybody for taking the time to read my fic!! I know lyla and Miguel can be a bit of a rare pair but this ship is very near and dear to my heart. I hope that you enjoyed reading! If you have any suggestions for another fan fiction please leave me a message in my ask box!!

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Vaughn and Vivian

Vaughn and Vivian are Velvet and Veneer's parents pookies.

They belong and inspired by of friend of mine @simplydannie.

I hope you like pookie I did my best drawing them. I know it looks wired but I'm trying to improve my art skills to get better.

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i found this image in @once-ler-ask-blog153 's post abt Velvet protecting Ven