#lee Angel dust

[veryblushyswitch]

I’m having ler thoughts~ 💖

[veryblushyswitch]

ANGEL’S FACE IS EVERYTHING 💖💖💖

I really just love the idea of them playing and being silly together

[fluffyweeby]

Head empty just AngelHusk tickles 😶

Stay hydrated everyone! 💧💜

[vikeera]

Alastor being a giggly mess and Angel digging his own grave

[cloudysfluffs]

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

[veryblushyswitch]

Losing my mind this is so fucking cute!! 😭💖💖

Rough Day

Summary: Angel Dust's had a rough and long day at work, no pun intended. Niffty helps him unexpectedly relax.

TW: Tickling, Mentions of Valentino, Mentions of Angel's job, Swearing, Mentions of safewords being ignored.

I couldn't get this idea out of my mind after seeing this scene from the show.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Angel groaned as he entered the hotel, cracking his back as he did.

Today had not been a good day for him. First, Valentino wanted some ‘quality time’ with him, which always put Angel in a terrible mood and headspace. Then, that fucking moth had him work for what felt like an eternity. No rest, no food breaks, nothing. Everything felt sore, and the spider was just happy there was a shower at the studio. Otherwise, he’d have to wait till he got to the hotel to clean up.

He just wanted to face plant into the first soft object he found and pass out for the rest of the day.

“You look messy!” Nifty said, startling Angel as she hopped out of a potted plant. “What happened to you?”

“More like ‘who happened to me?’ and the answer? Everyone. Twice.” Angel groaned, beginning to head for the couch. “Val had me working sixteen hours on a fucking limb! The absolute dick-”

The spider demon’s rant was cut off, biting his lip slightly. He hadn’t noticed Niffty jump onto his back, until he felt her dusting him off, tickling him and causing him to freeze. Angel quickly reached his lower arms around and tried to pull her off before anyone could notice.

“I appreciate the help.” He told the maid “But I don’t need dusting.”

“But, you’re messy.” Niffty repeated, and as if to emphasize her point, trying to reach up to fix Angel’s hair.

“Yeah well, I’m not some piece of fucking furn-Ack!”

The maid was ignoring him, as Angel felt the feather duster now on his neck. This was bad, he realized as he bit his lip. Sure, he was the taller demon, but Niffty was faster, already out of range of his hands and back on his back. He needed to stay composed, as he noticed Husk, Charlie, and Vaggie watching him from the sidelines.

“N-Nihihihihift, c-come on, I think I’m c-clehehheeean now.” Angel tried to plead, a few giggles escaping as the duster left his neck and headed for his worst spot, his armpits. Having six arms was both a blessing, and curse, especially since the spider had kept his worst spots from when he was alive. There was no way he’d be able to keep it in if she got there.

“You’re clean when I say you’re clean.” The cyclops told him, and before Angel could attempt to plead any further, the feathers made contact.

He clamped his upper set of arms down as a small squeal came out of him. The spider demon felt an unintentional smile begin to form on his face, and despite his clamped arms, the duster was still moving.

“N-Nihihihihfty plehehehehease!” He couldn’t help it anymore, laughter was starting to pour out of him.

“Angel… Are you…Ticklish?” Charlie asked, and Angel could practically hear the smile in her voice. Though, considering the Princess of Hell, that was an easy thing to listen for.

“N-Noohohohoh, fuhuhuhuhck ohohohohoff!”

“Oh my Satan, he actually is.” Vaggie said, clearly enjoying the show as she chuckled.

“Niihihihihihffty plehehehehease!” Angel covered his face with one of his hands, trying to hide his smile.

It wasn’t that Angel hated being tickled, or wasn’t used to it. He hated when Valentino did it, or any of the clients Val gave him did it. ‘Safewords’ and ‘boundaries’ were not words in the Overlord’s vocabulary, and oftentimes, he and the clients would be too rough, making the spider demon cry out in pain more than pleasure. They made fun of him, and touched places he hated, especially his feet, especially when Valentino was in a bad mood.

But the gentle tickles of the feather duster? Niffty not staying in one spot too long as he felt her move it to his ribs? That was the kind of tickling Angel enjoyed, the softer side of it, and it was embarrassing. He was a pornstar, for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t enjoy something like this! Or at least, if he did, it should have been in the kinky sense. 

And yet, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the non-sexual aspect of it, how freeing it felt to just laugh and let himself go. Angel Dust liked being tickled, and the idea of his hotel companions finding out embarrassed him even more. Even so, Angel couldn’t find it in himself to throw the smaller sinner off him. Sometimes, Niffty reminded him of Molly in a way, and that tugged at the part of him that still cared about people.

“W-Waahahahait wahahahait shhihihit!” Angel’s knees buckled, him sliding to the floor as the maid continued dusting him off, though he heard her let out a small giggle, obviously knowing what she was doing.

“Just a few more spots, then you’re done!” She assured him, letting out another mischievous laugh as Angel squealed.

“P-Plehehehehease Iihihhihi cahahahaan’t tahhaahake- NOHOHOHOT THEHHRHERE!”

His lower set of armpits was attacked, for some reason, those ones were much worse than his upper arms. It was like the further down you went, the more sensitive Angel’s body became. And yet, he still wasn’t feeling any actual distress. Hell, the weirdest part about all of this was that it was helping him relax.

“NHIHIHIHIHIFFTY!”

As soon as it started, it was all over, Angel feeling the feathers being removed. He caught his breath, hugging himself in an attempt to get those phantom tickles away. Looking up, he spotted Husk, who had lifted Niffty off the spider demon.

“Hey, I think I saw some roaches on the other side of the hotel-” The cat demon began, and, as the mention of any sort of bug, the cyclops maid took off like a bullet. Husk shook his head a bit, before offering a hand to Angel. “You still alive, legs?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel said, waving one of his hands while another accepted Husk’s. The spider was pulled to his feet.

“How are you feeling?” Charlie asked, Angel’s cheeks turning a shade of pink as he realized they had all seen him lose it.

“I-I mean, it wasn’t… awful.” Angel said as casually as he could muster, trying not to let them know he enjoyed it. The Princess of Hell let out a small squeak, sparkles in her eyes.

“We could do that for trust exercises!”

“Do… what?”

“Tickling!”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea!” All four of them were suddenly startled by Alastor’s presence, the Radio Demon apparently having been watching from wherever he had been. “After all, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

“Well that sounds like a big fucking riot, but I’m going to pass.” Husk said, already starting to back away despite how calm his voice sounded.

“I-I think Niffty got me enough for the day.” Angel began, also backing away.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor were looking at them with mischievous smiles, coming closer toward the spider and cat. Husk tried to remain casual, like he wasn’t trying to run up to his room, while Angel held up all four of his hands pleadingly, a nervous smile already stretching onto his face.

“Ten~” The Radio Demon began.

Both Angel and Husk took off like two bats out of Hell, hearing Charlie’s excited giggles and Vaggie’s threatening teases as they ran. Soon enough, Alastor’s countdown was finished, both girls running after their targets. The Radio Demon twirled his microphone cane, before casually following along.

‘What an interesting venture this hotel is turning out to be.’ Alastor thought with a chuckle.

[fluffomatic]

Silly little Hazbin tickle dump!

(My art don’t repost but please reblog)

[123puppy]

Bruh-

You played yourself

[ghostlee]

Lee!alastor art?

I'm obsessed with him 😭

/NFFFF!!! and feel free to ignore ❤️

Kept ler angel but he found a new hazbin to attack heheh

Al definitely has little spots on his stomach that’s just like deer spots that Angel “mistakes them” for dirt and tries to dust him off.

How Angel managed to pin Al down to tickle him is beyond my planning process for art but just pretend he did.

Hope this catches you completely off guard when you aren’t expecting to see it and you get all flustered. 👹

[veryblushyswitch]

I need canon lee Angel Dust so badly- 😭💖💖💖

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Hazbin Tickle Fic

SFW but does have suggestive language and swearing

Switch! Angel, Switch! Husk

Minor spoilers for the show

CW: Brief mention of Valentino and Angel's job, slight angst but it's short I promise, it's only two sentences

Summary: When Angel starts bothering Husk, the bartender discovers an interesting way to make him shut up. Unfortunately for him, Angel is one for revenge, and he has six hands.

Husk's ear twitched when Angel grabbed it for the third time now. He growled and swatted him away. "Fuck off, I'm working." Angel laughed. "No you ain't, we're the only ones here. All you're doin' is playin' cards." He said, his hands finding their way back to Husk's head to scritch between his ears.

An involuntary purr escaped before Husk could swat him off again. "Angel." A final warning. Next time he'd act. "Whatever babe, you love me." Angel grinned, leaning against the counter. He tried to stay quiet this time, and just watch Husk play with his cards, but he got bored quickly. He never intended to annoy Husk- Well sometimes he did, but today he wasn't! He was just restless, bored, and had a lot of energy that came out in bursts.

"Y'know when I was a kid, I tried teachin' myself these fancy card tricks. I went and showed my brother, and he asked me, 'You ever heard of the game 52 Pick-Up?' And I said 'no,' and when I handed him the deck, he tossed 'em everywhere! And then-"

"Angel, for fuck's sake, how hard is it to keep quiet for 60 seconds?" Husk grumbled, reaching out and prodding Angel's side a bit as he spoke. As he did, he noticed Angel stiffen up before taking a breath and relaxing again.

Angel was still trying to get used to friendly contact, especially after all the time he had spent with Val. Husk reaching out to poke him had startled him just a little, but he was quick to remind himself it was Husk. And Husk was safe. They were losers together after all.

"Fuck was that?" Husk asked suddenly. Angel felt his cheeks flush as he refused to speak all of a sudden. The bartender chuckled. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He asked, starting to catch on.

"Not yet, but I wish he would~" Angel said, unable to resist a joke that was practically handed to him.

Husk's ears flattened as he slapped the deck of cards on the counter. He was quick to step forward and start lightly pinching Angel's ribs, right between his upper and lower set of arms. This apparently was a bad spot, as the actor crumbled instantly, falling to his knees with a squeal.

"NO! Ah! Plehehehease!" Angel giggled frantically, his upper arms trying to grab Husk's hands while his lower arms seemed torn between crossing or pushing at his attacker, the confusion resulting in them sort of just hesitantly shaking in mid air before he clenched them into fists.

Husk gently dug his claws into the underarms of Angel's upper set of arms. The spider let go of his wrists and squealed, all four arms pinning themselves to his sides while he just kicked against the floor and giggled freely, shaking his head.

"You wanna rephrase what you said to me earlier?" Husk teased, kneading his thumbs right into Angel's underarms, making him toss his head back in laughter. "I'm sohohorry! I'm sohoho sohohohorry!"

Husk chuckled and stopped, pulling his hands away, letting his friend slump down and breathe, still slightly giggly. "Ahasshole.." He giggled out.

"Hey, not my fault you never said 'stop.' What's up with that, huh Angel?" He teased, gently skittering a claw up his side. Angel squeaked and snatched his hand up.

Instead of answering or trying to come up with a witty comeback, Angel simply raised Husk's arm and used two hands to tickle and spider over his sides and ribs. Husk inhaled sharply and held his breath, his ears flattening into 'airplane ears,' as he heard Vaggie call them one time.

Angel laughed and tickled faster. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue~?" As his hands tickled down his sides, closer to his hips, Husk finally cracked and started to laugh. It was deep, yet awkward and unsure, as he probably hadn't truly laughed like this in years. He couldn't even look at Angel as he laughed like this, he kept his eyes squeezed shut and his head turned away, his shoulders shaking as he laughed.

"Ha- Aheh! A-Ahangel wahaHAit!" He had started leg-kicking when two more hands popped out and started to scritch along his belly. "What's wrong, I thought kitties liked belly rubs." Angel grinned.

"That's dohohogs- FUCK- Nohohoho! Ahahangel-"

FWOOSH!

Husk's wings had suddenly fluffed out from all the adrenaline, causing Angel to momentarily pause. Taking the opportunity, he used one hand to pin Husk's arms over his head, pushing him flat on his back. One hand gently tickled under his chin, and the other four focused purely on his wings.

All hell broke loose.

Husk was laughing harder than Angel had ever heard from him, his legs were kicking, tail thrashing, and his wings flapped and pounded the floor frantically.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHANGEL NOHOHO! HAHA NAHAT THEHERE!"

Angel couldn't help but laugh along, seeing Husk like this was so funny to him. He'd never seen him lose control like this before. Even when he was drunk he could still keep it together, but a little scritch-scratching under his feathers made him absolutely lose it.

"HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO! STOHOHOP AHAHANGEL STOHOHOP-"

Of course as soon as it was requested, Angel stopped. He let go of his wrists, retracted his third set of arms, and got off of the poor cat, giving him room to breathe.

Husk panted like his afterlife depended on it, taking in air the way he usually took in beer. "Ugh, haha.. Fuhuck yohou.. Dammit..." He chuckled out, his wings trying to fold in but they were too tired and worn out from all the flapping so they just trembled and laid there.

"Damn, you okay? I think you're more ticklish than me." Angel chuckled. Husk groaned and nodded. "'m fine, shuddup.. Just let me lay here. Maybe in silence for once since you couldn't do that earlier." He said, light heartedly.

Angel smiled, reached over and scritched between Husk's ears, making him purr again, and this time the bartender welcomed it.

[random-fics15]

Just something I found on YouTube

Creds to Lou's Dubs on YT

[danineedshelp]

YAAA MORE HUSKERDUST ART

@ticklehigh-allthetime requested this (my art is ugly I know)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!!!!!!!

so uh requests are open till I see more than 20 in that inbox lol or you can dm me doesn't matter

*reminder*: that comic is gonna be worked on so if your willing to wait a week or two for your request....be my guest☠️🥲

[rachi-roo]

THE ART QUEEN HAS OPENED ART REQUESTS-- (Insert meme 'WOOOO'). Can I please request lee! Sigma from Bungou Stray Dogs (I just wanna give him a hug, mannn) and ler... your sona! (Ps you literally have such a cool sona, like damn she looks so soft but so devious). I am wayyyy too shy to reblog your stuff (Because this site won't let you reblog shit anonymously :D), but I can offer spamming you inbox with messages of me going feral over your art instead LMAO- Remember, take as long as you want and decline if you need, no worries! Bye byeeeee!

Uwaaaaa! A big kith for you, dust bunny!!! ♪(´ε｀*)💗 That's so sweet of you to say! Aaaand here's your little Sigma!

He guessed wroooong, oh deary me 🤭

Gambling man had a lot on the line today, uh oooh~ He's quite the wriggler, but he's such a well behaved lee, he got all the hugs and snacks afterwards 🥰

6 hours of work! I love how this one turned out SO much! Bro got me looking up gow to open commissions! 🤩 I definitely should be charging for this kind of work XD I got so into it!!!!

Click for quality and please reblog fellas! Love you dust bunny, shy little creature youuuu~ 😚💕💗💕💗💕

[veryblushyswitch]

AHH!! 💖💖💖💖 I love their friendship so much! 🥺 And Cherri's teasing- 🦋🦋🦋 Oh my gosh this is so cute and flustering!!

The Itsy Bitsy Spider (Hazbin Hotel)

This is my second-to-last tickle fic for TicklerTober! It’s crazy how many of these I’ve pumped out this month, but here we are. Yet another one featuring lee Angel (because he’s just so gosh dang cuuute!) - this time with a brand new ler!

TicklerTober Days 27-28: favorite spot, teasing

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“Ch-Cheheheheheherri!” Angel Dust giggled helplessly, falling back onto the mattress as his friend’s fingers scribbled over his ribs. “Whahahahahahat are you dohohohohohoing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, silly?” Cherri replied with a confident smirk, swinging a leg over to straddle him. “I know you like this.”

Angel let out a squeal, his lower arms grabbing onto her wrists and his upper arms covering his growing blush. “I dihihihihihidn’t thihihihihink this is whahahahahat you meheheheheant!”

“When I asked if I could touch you, you mean?” Cherri pulled her wrists from his grasp and turned the tables, grabbing them and pinning them down. She always asked Angel if she could touch him before giving him a hug or rubbing his back – she’d learned it was a good thing to do with him, especially on days like today when he’d been roughed up by Valentino. She leaned forward, grinning. “Aw, what’s wrong, Angel? Did you expect me to give you a massage instead?”

Angel couldn’t move his hands from his face. “N-No, but I…I didn’t expect you to…”

There was a bit of a pause as he struggled with the word. Cherri shifted so his lower arms were pinned at his sides, her knees keeping them pressed into the mattress. “Come on, say it.”

“I didn’t expect you to…to t-tickle me.”

“Aw. Does the little spider not want to be tickled?” Cherri lightly skittered her fingers over his now open ribs, making him squeak and giggle. “You don’t want me to play with you, Angie?”

Angel whined. She could see that his face was turning dark red behind his hands. “Shut up.”

“Ooh~ Someone likes being teased, huh?” Cherri couldn’t help but smile at her adorable best friend. She dragged her fingernails up and down his torso. “I want to have some fun with you. Is that okay?”

Angel whined again, but he truly appreciated her asking for permission first. Especially after what had happened earlier. He nodded, still hiding his face. A second later, his arms were being pulled away and pinned to either side of his head as Cherri loomed over him, her wicked grin in full effect. He gulped.

“Say it.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” Angel whimpered, feeling his face burning up even as he squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Please tickle me.”

“Good.” Cherri released his arms. “Don’t cover your face again, or I’ll tie you up. I want to see that big smile of yours.”

Angel couldn’t help it. He smirked and teased, “Is that a promise?” Then, seconds later, he burst into a fresh round of giggles as Cherri resumed tickling his ribs. He squirmed and started to bring his arms down, but then remembered not to cover his face and instead lifted them back above his head, grabbing onto the sheets and clutching them for dear life as he sputtered and giggled.

“There you go. Just let it all out,” she cooed in a sing-song voice that she never used except when tickling him. “You’re doing so well not fighting back.”

“Sh-Shut uhuhuhup.”

Cherri laughed. “You can’t hide anything from me, Angie. I know you love being tickled, and I know you love being teased even more. Put the two together and you’re just putty in my hands.”

“Cheheheheheherri!”

“Yes?”

But Angel didn’t have anything to say. He just lay there and giggled, squirming when she hit particularly sensitive spots, soaking in the positive attention. After another few moments her tickles went from light skittering to rougher digging, making him squeal and arch his back, clutching the sheets harder as laughter spilled out of him.

“Stahahahahahahap!”

“Oh, but I don’t want to,” Cherri replied, grinning at the reaction. “You’re so much fun to tickle. You’re just so cute about it!”

Angel whined. “Stahahahahahahap!”

“You don’t really mean that.” She switched to kneading. “Do you, Angie?”

“Nohohohohohoho!” He fell right into her trap by protesting the switch in technique, followed by louder laughter and more squirming. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what? Please keep tickling your favorite spot?” She kept kneading. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you go until you beg for it.”

Angel was so flustered by her teasing that he couldn’t come up with a proper retort like he could for anyone else. Normally he was a bratty lee; smart-mouthed and able to banter until his worst spots were targeted. But with Cherri, he had no hope of being anything but authentic. She’d learned what made him tick a long time ago, and when she put her mind to it and pulled out her surprisingly sweet style of teasing on him, he was a goner. He could never fight back with her, and that’s what made being tickled by her so much fun.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Cheheheheheherri!” he cried, his laughter steady and his face bright pink.

“Yes?” she said again, grinning at his obvious effort to keep his arms above his head. The harder she tickled, the harder it was for him to stay still. “Something you want to say?”

Behind her he kicked a leg into the air – the only thing he was physically able to do to show how much ticklish distress he was in. “Plehehehehehease, it tihihihihihihickles!”

“Aw, well that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” She smirked. “I can always make it tickle more~”

“No!” Angel cried, looking at her for the first time since she’d started, his eyes bright with panicked excitement. “Nohohohohoho, dohohohohon’t!”

She laughed, then leaned down to bury her face in his ribs, blowing raspberry after raspberry along his sensitive torso. He tossed his head back and shrieked with laughter, his arms finally coming down to try and push her away. “Stahahahahahahap! Cheheheheheheherri, nohohohohoho!” Then she switched to nibbling, and Angel Dust lost his mind. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Your ribs are so good! I can’t help but nibble on them!” Cherri teased, then went right back to it, laughing along with him as he tried to push her away.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“You sure you’ve had enough?”

Angel shrieked when her fingers rejoined the myriad of ticklish assaults on his poor ribcage. He kicked the air again and laughed hysterically. “YEHEHEHEHEHES, YES!! ENOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Cherri looked up at him and smirked wickedly. His heart rate spiked.

“No, no, please don’t,” he begged, but the huge smile on his face gave him away. “Please, not the song!”

She sat back and grinned, beginning to pinch his ribs on either side, starting from the bottom and working her way up. “The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout~”

“Nohohohohoho, nohohohohoho!” Angel cried, his laughter reaching new levels of hysterics.

“Down came the rain,” she continued, raking her fingernails back down his ribs so he arched his back with a shriek of laughter. He pounded the mattress with his fists, trying not to push her away. “And washed the spider out!” She blew a raspberry on either side of his ribcage.

“Plehehehehehease, Cherri!”

“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.” She skittered crazily over his torso, then went back to pinching her way back up his favorite spot. “And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!”

“I cahahahahahahan’t!” Angel wheezed, his face so red it looked like he would melt. He grabbed onto her arms and pushed weakly. “Please, I cahahahan’t take any mohohohore.”

“You sure?”

“Yehehehes!”

“All right, I’ll stop.” Cherri smiled sweetly and climbed off of him, letting him up…just so she could plunge her fingers back into his ribs and force him down a second time. He screamed with elated laughter.

“Nahahahahahaha! Cheheheheheherri hahahahahave mehehehehercy! Plehehehehehease!”

She laughed and stopped again. “Okay, I’m done for real this time.” She helped him sit up and ruffled his hair. “You’re just so dang cute.”

He giggled and reflexively crossed his arms over his torso, protecting himself. “Yeah, I know.” He turned to her, his beaming smile turning shy. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Anytime, Angel,” she replied, nudging his shoulder with hers. “Anytime.”

[tickly-tufts]

Progression

aka 2 times angel didn't tickle husk + 1 time he did (with implied timeskips to different stages of closeness)

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“Did you just… giggle?”

Husk flushed at the question, ears folding back as soon as Angel released them. Angel had only wanted to see how they felt. Husk himself had allowed it… until he realized…

His ears were ticklish. Especially the insides, where Angel’s attention inevitably wandered. Husk had kept it together for an entire 5 seconds before Angel’s thumbs were sweeping over the hearts.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned after, scowling to cover up his embarrassment. He braced for a taunt, or a real attempt at tickling… only for Angel to back off entirely.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t meant anything by it!” Angel soothed with the offending hands raised. “Thanks for lettin’ me touch ‘em, though. They’re really soft!”

Husk blinked, bewildered.

“Uh… sure… but don’t expect this again. It was one-time deal.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

With the subject settled far more easily than expected, Husk returned to his work… oddly unsatisfied.

—

“Ears and wings?” Angel marveled, remarkably unfazed about being on the floor. Mere moments ago, he’d been on top of Husk, enjoying the purrs rumbling through his chest.

Once again, it had been an accident. Angel had meant to grab the blanket. At some point, though, Husk had spread his wings, and thus Angel’s fingers burrowed right into feathers.

Husk squealed, which was adorable, even after he flung Angel off the bed. His face betrayed both shock and confusion, which soon made way for mortification. “I didn’t- Are you-” He was clearly flustered, and Angel considered teasing him about it… but he’d promised to stop pushing Husk’s boundaries, and he didn’t want to risk whatever it was they had.

“All good here!” Angel assured, crossing his legs as he sat up. “If I swear to keep my hands off the wings, will ya let me back up there?“ He already missed the warmth.

At his question, though, Husk’s expression took a turn. Angel froze when he thought he spotted… disappointment?

Then it was gone, replaced by a frown.

“Yeah, yeah, just… no more surprises.”

—

“ANGEL YOU- FUHUHUCK!”

“Pfft, I sure do, but let’s save that for later~” It was a corny comeback even for Angel, but his captive audience couldn’t help but laugh. “Are the paws actually worse than the wings?“ He scratched the yellow center of one heart-shaped pad. Husk immediately screeched, leg nearly jerking free. “Damn! I’ll take that as a yes!”

Three times, Angel had tickled Husk. Three times, he’d stumbled on a weak-spot by accident. Two times, he’d chosen to play it safe… but by the third time, he knew what had to be done. Holding Husk’s ankles with his lower set of hands, Angel wiggled the fingers of his upper set for show. “I promised ya the full massage treatment, though, and I’d just hate to break a promise!”

“You’re the worst, you know that?!” Husk covered his face, refusing to look Angel in the eye. It didn’t escape Angel’s notice, however, that he wasn’t fighting the grip on his legs.

“Aww, don’t act like y’don’t love me,” Angel countered because he could. “And obviously I love you, so try not to kick me in the face, alright?”

Husk nearly did when Angel’s fingers made contact, squeezing and rubbing at both of his paws. The tops and sides weren’t so bad on their own, but those damned yellow hearts were unbearable. He could only cackle as Angel’s thumbs pressed in, massaging the pads in the most ticklish way possible. Hoping to both hide and muffle himself, Husk grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it over his face.

“C’mon, Husky, no need to be shy,” Angel cooed reassuringly. When Husk simply pretended not to hear him, Angel made a decision, crawling up the bed. Husk’s furry body tensed beneath him, but only enough to indicate he’d been noticed. Once Angel was close enough, he readied his arms, waiting just a beat before he struck.

Husk jumped when he felt a hand on each wing, jolting when they started to card through his feathers. In the same moment, Angel grabbed the pillow, flinging it away before pinning Husk’s wrists.

“Wha- Shit! NohoHOHO!” Husk’s wings flapped uselessly against the bed. Angel had started tickling them in earnest, scribbling right through the layer of patterned plumage.

“Ya look so cute!” Angel gushed, admiring Husk’s helpless grin up-close. When Husk turned his head, bashful at the attention, Angel didn’t hesitate to pepper his cheek with kisses. Husk’s fur concealed the resulting blush, but the movement of his ears still gave him away. Not only that, but it reminded Angel that he still hadn’t revisited his very first discovery.

Finally extending his third pair of arms, Angel passed Husk’s wrists down as he himself climbed up. His second pair landed on either side of Husk’s head, supporting his weight and leaving his first pair free. Husk’s eyes widened at the new arrangement, gaze shooting upwards in search of Angel’s. Husk found his line of sight blocked, however, by none other than the spider’s iconic chest fluff.

Soon enough, though, he felt it. Two fingers per ear, scritching lightly and playfully over red and white fuzz. His ears twitched madly beneath Angel’s ministrations as the rest of him was seized by a fit of giggles.

“Now ya sound cute, too!” Angel teased, though it was also a statement of fact. Husk’s uncharacteristic giggling was addictively adorable. “Wonder what’ll happen if I just-“

“NEHEHEEHEEE!”

Angel had been leaning down as he spoke, mouth drawing closer to Husk’s left ear. He’d moved his hand to cup said ear from the back, and then… he’d started nibbling.

It tickled. It really tickled. It was unfair how much it tickled. Husk thought he’d combust when Angel switched ears, giving his right the exact same treatment. The spider's pointed teeth were evil, prickling gently around the edges.

“OKAY! OHOKAHAHAY!” he ultimately cried out. “S-STOHOHOP!”

And Angel did.

“Alright there, Whiskers?” he checked to be safe, releasing Husk's arms to cradle his face. It would've been easy for Husk to throw him off, but instead, Husk did the opposite. Angel oomfed when he was pulled down, falling into their usual snuggling position.

"...Thanks," Husk mumbled into Angel's hair, sensing the giddy smile he couldn't see from that angle.

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Alastor doesn't know yet that he's not the only one gossiping with Rosie