#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]

I love them in your style so much!! 😭💖💖💖

Part 2 to this

Heheeeeeee they cute

As usual pls forgive my horrendous handwriting pookies

[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]

The way I’ve listened to this audio so many times over and over- 🦋💖

Hey lovelies! Sorry for vanishing, really had to lock in for one of my exams but it’s over now! As an apology, here’s the (delayed) Huskerdust audio! I won’t lie to you, it’s not my best one compared to others I’ve made in the past 😭 the other voice recording I made for Husk I actually made when I had a cold so I could hit the low and gruff voice a lot easier, and the second time around trying to fiddle with pitch was not working and I didn’t have the energy to spend another day recording him. I promise next time he’ll sound much better LOL. Since my next exam isn’t for a few days now, I’m going to get back on writing. I’ve got two fics I’m almost done so you’ll see them here at some point within the next few days. As always, thanks for listening 😚

Background: Angel had a long shoot at the studio, specifically one involving him being tied up which unfortunately left the spider sore. Thankfully, Husker knows how to work some magic, and makes a little discovery in the process.

Script is below the cut for anyone interested

[Sound Effect: Door creaking open, soft footsteps heavy sigh.]

Angel Dust: [muttering] Ugh, that was the worst. I swear, Val’s gonna strangle me with those ropes one day. I’m gonna tie him up next time, see how he likes it. Stupid tight knots, can’t even feel my arms no more…

[Sound Effect: Bed creaks as Angel flops down dramatically.]

Angel Dust: Shit, ma whole body’s sore. Like, every joint’s screaming at me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got rope burns in places I didn’t even know were real.

Husk: That bad of a shoot, huh? You look like someone dropped a damn piano on you.

Angel Dust: You don’t even wanna know what I went through today, Husky. Trust me.

Husk: Guess you’re lucky you’ve got my ass to patch you up, huh? Turn over.

Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh? Ya gonna get all hands-on with me, Whiskers? Should I light some candles, maybe put on some summa that jazzy stuff Al keeps playin round the hotel?

Husk: [snorts] Yeah, totally. Make it sound even more sappy, asshole. Just come over here. Let me hold you. I’ll be gentle, promise.

[Sound effect: Sheet movement as Husk pulls Angel close to him]

Angel Dust: [relaxed sigh] Alight, alright. Don’t get too cozy, old man. I’m just here for a quick rubdown… [quieter] don’t get any ideas.

Husk: [more serious] Angie, shh. [soft kiss]. I’m not in this for your body or any sort of gratification. Never will be. Hell, I’d be happy just getting to hold you like this all night, alright? I’m here for you. Just you.

Angel Dust: [weak laugh] And I thought ya didn’t want to be sappy?

Husk: Hey, it ain’t sappy. It’s just honest. Now let me help you feel better, yeah?

Angel Dust: [softly] Okay. I just don’t think a massage will really help at all, ya know? it’s all achy and-

Husk: You won’t know until you let me try, will ya? Just relax, Angie. I won’t even massage ya if that’s not what you want. I’ll just do that thing you like…with the hand tracing and whatnot.

Angel Dust: (still hesitant but a little more relaxed, his voice soft and teasing): Oh, that thing I like, huh? You make it sound all mysterious, Husky. Real smooth.

Husk [snorts quietly, keeping his tone light but focused] Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all smart on me. You know you like it. Just let it work its magic.

[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws gently scraping through Angel’s fur, starting from his shoulders, moving slowly down his back. The soft rhythm of his hands soothing Angel.]

Angel Dust: Mm, yeah... that’s better... damn, Husky. You’re good at this... Feels real nice, actually.

[Sound Effect: Soft creak of the bed as Husk shifts slightly, getting comfortable while keeping Angel close. His claws move in steady, deliberate motions through Angel’s fur, creating a soothing rhythm.]

Husk [smirking slightly but still focused on his hands, continuing to rub and soothe]: Figured I’d have some skills in something other than drinkin’ and slingin’ cards. Looks like you really needed a little TLC.

Angel Dust (slightly teasing but still very relaxed now, his voice low and lazy):

“Yeah, you’re alright, Husky... That hit the spot... So much better than whatever Val was tryin’ to do…”

Husk: [Soft chuckle] Yeah, well, don’t go spreadin’ it around. Got a reputation to keep, y’know. Can’t have everyone thinkin’ I’m some kinda softie.

Angel Dust: [small giggle] Pfft, yeah, ‘cause nothing screams tough guy like tucking your favorite spider in bed and petting him like a cat.

Husk: [snorts] Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll stop.

Angel Dust: [mock panic]: Woah, woah, hold up! No need for drastic measures, Whiskers. You’re doin’ great! Five stars. A-plus.

Husk: [laugh] That’s what I thought.

[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws trail lower down Angel’s back, brushing over a sensitive spot. Angel’s relaxed sigh suddenly turns into a quick intake of breath, followed by a surprised chuckle.]

Angel Dust: [startled laugh, slightly higher pitched voice]: H-Husky! Careful there!

Husk: [stops] Stopping. I’m stopping. What’s wrong? Was I bein’ too rough on ya sides?

Angel Dust: [awkward, quick] Nah, just tickled, s’all.

Husk: [pause, smirking, playful tone] Oh? Ticklish, are we?

Angel Dust: I-I mean! No! N-no, just…caught me off guard is what I meant. Keep goin’. Totally fine. Nope, not ticklish.

Husk: [leaning in with mischievousness] Not ticklish, huh? Guess I should double-check, just to be sure. Can’t have you lying to me.

Angel Dust: [Through a shaky laugh, trying to sound composed but failing] H-Husky! I swear! I ain’t- [giggle]

Husk: [chuckling] Uh-huh, sure you’re not. Sounds real convincing, Angie.

Angel Dust: [giggling slightly] O-Okay! Okay, you’re…pressin’ your luck!

Husk: [mock seriousness] My luck? Sweetheart, I think I just hit the jackpot. [He shifts again, his claws now tracing up along Angel’s ribs with careful precision.]

[Sound effect: Bed sheets, squirming]

Angel Dust: Ah—Husky! Not there! Not the ribs! You’re—oh, shit—you’re killin’ me!

Husk: Killin’ ya? Don’t be dramatic. You’re laughin’, not dyin’. Besides, isn’t laughter supposed to be the best medicine?

Angel Dust: I swear—hah—y-you’re the worst! D-don’t you have... s-some catnip to chase or somethin’?!

Husk: [laughs, then mock growls] Keep talkin’ smack, and I’ll find a new spot to test out other than your ribs. Like here, how’s yer knees, huh?

Angel Dust (laughing loudly, trying to sound stern but failing): Husky! I-I’m warnin’ ya! You go there, and I’ll—ahhh! No, no, no, not there!

Husk: [mock serious, his voice full of teasing delight]: Not here? You mean... here?

Angel Dust: [through uncontrollable laughter, voice high-pitched]: H-Husky! I c-can’t—haah! I can’t take it! You jerk!

Husk: [chuckling, his tone smug]: But I thought you said you weren’t ticklish, Angie. Sounds like you’re enjoyin’ this to me.

Angel Dust: [gasping for breath, his voice raspy and giggly]: Y-you’re—hah—misinterpretin’ the situation! I’m—ahah—bein’ tortured here! You sadistic furball!

Husk: [snorts, still tickling but with a lighter touch] Sadistic, huh? Nah, I’m just thorough. Gotta make sure you’re nice and relaxed. Laughter’s good for the soul, ya know."

Angel Dust: [still laughing, his voice slightly breathless but teasing] Y-you’re insane, Whiskers! This ain’t helpin’ me relax—it’s makin’ me lose my damn mind!

Husk: [grinning, his tone softer but still playful]: Yeah? Funny, you’re not exactly pullin’ away. Or tellin me to stop.

Angel Dust: [giggling, mock defensive] I just—hah—don’t wanna accidentally deck ya in the face while tryin’ to escape! Bein’ courteous is all!"

Husk: [smirking, his tone sly]: Sure, sure. Let’s test that theory then, huh? How about we go a little higher, eh? Like your cute little stomach here...

Angel Dust: [half-screaming, half-laughing] H-Husky! Oh my—ahhh! You’re gonna p-pay for this! I swear to—hah—Lucifer!

Husk: [laughing, clearly amused]: Pay for it? What, with more of your adorable squealin’? You’re real intimidatin’, Angie. Keep tryin’. Now, there’s gotta be a real good spot on ya somewhere…

Angel Dust: [voice shaky but trying to sound firm] N-no... you don’t wanna go there, Husky. I’m warning ya—if you go any higher—hahhh—"

Husk: [smirking, voice teasing and almost predatory] Oh? Is this the forbidden zone? The secret weak spot, huh? Can’t handle it under yer arms?

Angel Dust: [his voice a mix of laughter and mild panic] Y-yeah, the worst spot! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll— [squeal]

Husk: [laughing deeply, clearly enjoying this] Yeah, yeah, keep squirming. You’re not gettin’ away, Angie. You sound way too cute when you’re like this. Sides, you’re pulling me closer.

Angel Dust: [giggling breathlessly] You—are—you’re—so dead! Shit! Okay, no more! Stop, stop stop!

Husk: [instantly stops] Okay. Okay, I’m stopping.

Angel Dust: [gasping for breath, still chuckling lightly] Oh my god, you’re evil, Husky. Evil, I swear!

Husk: [laughing] Oh please, you enjoyed it. And I stopped when you asked like the gentleman I am, didn’t I?

Angel Dust: [still giggling, out of breath] I mean, yeah, I did… but you’re still a monster. Evil little furball.

Husk: [grinning slyly] Oh, I’m a monster now? Look who’s talkin’. You practically melted when I started. You love it, don’t ya, Angie?

Angel Dust: [smirking, slightly shy] Y-yeah, maybe I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you off easy. You will pay for this.

Husk: [snorts, voice teasing but affectionate] I’m lookin’ forward to it, Spidey. But for now, let’s just keep you from making good on those threats. Here, no more tickling. Promise.

[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws continue their slow, soothing motion on Angel’s back.]

Angel Dust: [giggling softly, almost content now] You’re lucky you got me in a good mood or I wouldn’t be waiting for revenge.

Husk: [chuckling softly] Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re only keepin' it together ‘cause I’m good at what I do.

Angel Dust: [playfully] I’m not that easy to please, y’know. You should be thankful you’ve got those magic claws of yours.

Husk: [grinning] Oh, I know. You’re a tough one to crack, but I’m just patient. Got a knack for getting you to melt when I need to, though.

Angel Dust: [smirking] Patience, huh? Well, you’re not always gonna get your way, Husky. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve, too. Don’t get too cocky.

Husk: [laughs, still softly tracing his claws] Oh, I’m not getting cocky, Spidey. Just stating facts. You might talk a big game, but I know what makes you tick.

Angel Dust: [playfully] That’s a real bold statement for someone who’s currently rubbing my back to keep me from plotting his downfall.

Husk: [laughs] Oh, shut it and come here [soft kiss]

Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, getting all sweet on me now, huh? Guess I can’t stay mad at you for long. [softly] You really know how to calm me down, Husky.

Husk: [smirking] What can I say? I'm a man of many talents. [pauses] Now, stop making threats and just let me hold you for a minute. You deserve a break.

Angel Dust: [snickers] Fine, fine. But only because you promised no more tickling. You really do know how to make me forget my revenge plans. [sighs contentedly] This is nice.

Husk: [softly] Yeah, it is. Just you and me. No tricks, no threats... just us.

[giggle-guru]

Okay guys…this is my longest and most intricate audio yet! I’ve got a little bit of everything going on and I really hope that the additional audio is more immersive and not too overwhelming! I absolutely adored this one and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please please give me some feedback on it in regards to if you found this to be too much, too little, etc etc! I thrive off of your comments because they help me improve and cater them better to all of your needs! Now enjoy some Huskerdust with a lil wrecked Husker (and if any of you catch my reference in the audio you’ve got to let me know hehe…)

The cover art was made by @giggly-tickles whom I adore, so go send them some love! Below the cut with the script you can find the full version, or go check out their Tumblr! Thank you so much you’re a legend 😭

Script and artwork below the cut!

[Visual Note: Husker is at the bar, finishing up a long shift. He grumbles as he sweeps up his feathers from behind the bar once again, wings twitching in irritation. Angel Dust sits across from him at the bar.]

[Audio Note: Sweeping, various bar sound effects.]

Angel Dust: [eyebrow raised] Damn Husky. What’s goin’ on with ya feathers? Ya sheddin’ ‘em like crazy! I ain’t ever seen you sweep up so many before. You goin’ bald?

Husk: [eye roll] S’ none of yer business, Angie.

Angel Dust: [pouting] Aw, c’mon Whiskers! Ya can’t blame me for noticin’. I mean, it’s hard not to when there’s a whole bird’s nest behind the bar. Seriously, ya sick or somethin’?

Husk: [gruff] I said drop it. It’s nothin’ you need to worry about. And stop calling me Whiskers.

Angel Dust: [mock gasp] Oh, excuse me, Baby Cakes! Didn’t know we were touchy tonight. Now spill. Can’t always be on my ass ‘bout talking feelings and not tell me what’s goin’ on.

Husk: [sighs, rubbing his temples] I’m not touchy, Ang. Just… tired, alright? Look, I’m almost done closing up shop for to night. Why don’t you just go to our room and I’ll meet you there?

Angel Dust: [grumbling] Fine. But I’m gonna figure you out, one way or anotha. And don’t take too long, old man. I get lonely without ya.

[Visual Note: Angel walks away to their shared room, muttering to himself.]

[Audio Note: Footsteps, fading bar noise, quietly additional approaching footsteps]

Angel Dust: There’s gotta be somethin’ goin’ on. Sure, he’s grumpy as Hell, but he’s never like this. Maybe I gotta look somethin’ up or-

[Visual Note: Angel, lost in thought, stumbles into Lucifer.]

[Audio Note: Stumble. Footsteps pause.]

Angel Dust: Shit-! [glancing down] Didn’t see ya there Short King. My bad.

Lucifer: [scoff] It’s hard to see where you’re walking when you’re too busy talking to yourself. What’s going on?

Angel Dust: [waving him off] It’s nothin’, okay? Husky is just…actin' weird tonight. Like, extra weird. Feels like there’s somethin’ off with him, y’know?

Lucifer: [slight grin] Eh. Shocker. I get where he’s coming from.

Angel Dust: [confused] Shocker? Whaddya mean, shocker?

Lucifer: [brow raised] It’s molting season, Angel. It’s a natural process. Happens to demons with avian traits every so often. They shed old feathers to make room for new ones. I thought you two had something going on. Hasn’t he told you? Alastor uh…[clearing throat] helped me out last night.

Angel Dust: [eyes widen, realization dawning] Wait, what? Moltin' season? So that’s what’s been goin' on with him? [pauses] Why the hell didn’t he say anything? I coulda helped!

Lucifer: I mean preening is pretty…[clearing throat] I mean everyone’s wings are different.

Angel Dust: [squinting, smirking] Ohhhh, preenin’, huh? Is that what we’re callin’ it these days? What’d Alastor do, Luce, give ya a little feather massage?

Lucifer: [flustered, clearing throat] Ahem! I’m simply saying molting requires a certain… level of ca re. Especially for demons like Husk. It can be…uncomfortable.

Angel Dust: [laughing, leaning on the wall] Oh, I bet it can be. Don’t worry, Lucifer, your secret’s safe with me. Now I’m just wonderin’ how I’m supposed to handle my grumpy feather duster.

Lucifer: [irritated] I’d suggest you focus on your own partner instead of my affairs, Angel. Husk is stubborn, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.

Angel Dust: [snickering] Sure, sure. Thanks for the tip, Baby Cakes.

Lucifer: [grimacing] Don’t call me that.

[Visual Note: Angel walks back to his shared room with Husk with a newfound confidence and plan - convincing Husker to let him help. He scoops Fat Nuggets up and lays on the bed with him.]

[Audio Note: Footsteps, door opening, door closing, pig oinking, bed squeaking]

Angel Dust: Fat Nuggets, baby! [leaning down to pet him, babytalking] We’re gonna help out ya daddy…yes we are…gonna get rid of that grumpy lil face-

[Audio Note: Door opening]

[Visual Note: Husk steps into the room still looking disheveled his wings twitching slightly as he glances at Angel and Fat Nuggets on the bed.]

Husk: [gruff] What’re you doin’? You havin’ a one-on-one with the pig about me now?

Angel Dust: [grinning, still petting Fat Nuggets] Maybe. He’s a good listener, y’know? And he doesn’t hide things from me unlike somebody I know.

Husk: [sighs] I ain’t in the mood for jokes, Angie. I’m beat.

Angel Dust: [patting the bed] C’mere, Husky. Sit your feathered ass down.

Husk: [narrowing his eyes] What’re you up to?

Angel Dust: [innocently] Who, me? Nothin’! Just thought we could have some quality time. Y’know, talk about stuff. Like…molting.

[Visual Note: Husk crawls into bed beside Angel]

[Audio Note: Bed squeaking]

Husk: [groaning] Dammit, Angel, I shoulda known you’d get it outta someone. Was it Lucifer?

Angel Dust: [snickering] Maybe. Short King’s got loose lips. [softly] Why didn’t ya just tell me, Husky? You don’t gotta deal with this on your own, y’know.

Husk: [shrugs, avoiding eye contact] Didn’t wanna make a big deal outta it. It’s just molting. Happens every so often, no biggie.

Angel Dust: [crawling over to him, kneeling in front of the chair] No biggie? Babe, you’ve been grumpier than usual, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been hidin’ how bad it’s buggin’ ya. C’mon, let me help.

Husk: [hesitating, wings twitching slightly] I don’t need help, Angie. It’s messy and…kinda embarrassing, alright? I don’t want ya seein’ me like this.

Angel Dust: [softly, reaching out to brush a stray feather off Husk’s shoulder] Husky, you’re actin’ like I haven’t already seen you at your worst. Hell, I practically live for the mess. Besides, isn’t that what we do? Look out for each other? You’ve seen me way past rock bottom before.

Husk: [sighing] You’re not going to let this one go, are ya Legs?

Angel Dust: [smirking] Not a chance. Now, lay down and let me get a closer look at those wings of yours. Trust me, I got magic hands.

[Visual Note: Husk hesitates, then finally gives in, lying down on the bed with his wings slightly spread out. Angel Dust grabs a soft brush from the nightstand and starts inspecting Husk’s feathers.]

[Audio Note: Soft rustling of feathers, gentle brushing sounds]

Angel Dust: [teasing] Damn, Husky, these wings are somethin’ else. Big, strong, and goddamn they need my TLC.

Husk: [gruffly] Shut it, Ang. Just do whatever you’re gonna do and quit yappin’- [few giggles]

[Visual Note: Angel continues gently moving around and picking apart the feathers, though now Husk begins to squirm]

Angel Dust: [teasing, mischievous] Ohhh, Husky. What’s this? You’re really jumpy tonight. Don’t tell me you’ve got ticklish wings.

Husk: [gruff, trying to stay composed] No. Obviously not. Just… finish the damn job, Angie.

Angel Dust: [grinning] Uh-huh. Sure. [deliberately brushing the sensitive area of Husk’s wing again] What about here? Oh, wait— there?

Husk: [giggling despite himself] Angie, cut it out.

Angel Dust: [laughing, feigning innocence] Cut what out? Babe, I’m just tryin’ to help you! You’re makin’ it real hard to focus with all that twitchin’.

Husk: [trying not to laugh] You know damn well what you’re doin’!

Angel Dust: [grinning wider] Ohhh, this is too good. The big, bad Husky’s got himself some ticklish lil’ wings! C’mon, Whiskers, just admit it—your tough-guy act’s fallin’ apart over here.

Husk: [gasping through his laughter, squirming away] Angie, shut up! You’re pushin’ it now, I swear to—!

Angel Dust: [laughing triumphantly] Oh, I’ve got you now, Husky! And too bad. I’m not stopping till I get all ya loose feathers out of there.

Husk: Shit! Angel, this is why I didn’t want to tell you, you little- [laughter]

Angel Dust: [grinning] You didn’t want to tell me because ya didn’t want me findin’ out ya just a sensitive lil cutie, huh?

Husk: [half-laughing, trying to stay in control] I'm not cute, and you better quit that before I—

Angel Dust: [giggling] Before you what? I’m just helping preen ya, you ought to be thankin’ me. I dunno what I’d do without these extra arms though, ya squirming like a damn worm!

Husk: [laughing] Thank you?! Angel, I didn’t sign up for this! Okay- okay stop it! This is fucking torture!

Angel Dust: [smirking mischievously] Torture? Babe, this is premium wing care—Angel Dust-style. Now quit wiggling. I’m almost done. Then I gotta remind ya where else ya sensitive-

Husk: [laughing] You fucking wish! No way in Hell am I letting you touch me again- ever! No more touching for you!

Angel Dust: [mock gasp] How dare ya revoke my kitty-pettin’ privileges! That’s it!

[Visual Note: Angel finishes preening - for the most part - and flips Husk onto his back]

[Audio Note: blanket movement and wrestling]

Angel Dust: [grinning] Now you’re really in for it Husky. I didn’t know ‘bout ya wings bein’ sensitive but I do know about-

Husk: [panic] Wait wait wait-!

Angel Dust: [laugh] Your hips.

[Visual Note: Angel moves one hand to squeeze his hips]

Husk: [shrieking] Angie! Angie no! You’re gonna kill me with this shit! I can’t breathe! It tickles! Fuck, it’s not funny!

Angel Dust: [laughing, his voice playful] Oh, but it is funny. Look at you, all grumpy and tough, but when I hit these spots? You’re just a cute witty kitty.

Husk: [managing to grab Angel’s wrist, panting slightly through his laughter] I said I’m not cute! If you don’t quit it right now, I will—!

Angel Dust: [smirking, leaning in close] You’ll what, Baby Cakes? You’re too busy laughin’ to do anything. Face it, I’ve gotcha right where I wantcha. Ya clearly ain’t as grumpy as before so I think I did somethin’. And this tummy is lookin’ like it wants some attention too.

Husk: [hissing through his teeth] Angel, fuck, no, no… I’m gonna—

[Visual Note: Husk tries to push Angel’s hand away, but Angel grins wider and gently presses on his stomach again.]

Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, what’s this? You’re really not gonna— [pauses as Husk lets out a soft, involuntary purr] Ohhh… wait a minute… did you just… purr?

Husk: [flustered, voice strained] I didn’t… I didn’t purr, you little shit. Knock it off! [still giggling]

Angel Dust: [grinning broadly] Uh-huh. Sure, sure. But you did just purr. So ya lyin’ now. Thats a cute mix. Gigglin’ n’ purrin’ for me. [lightly pressing down on his stomach]

[Audio Note: louder purr slipping in]

Husk: [squirming, purring louder] Stop it! I’m serious, Angel! This is—this is—[laughing] okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I give! Angel-!

Angel Dust: Yeah? Admit it then, Whiskers. You love the attention, you loved me preening ya, you love me-

Husk: [laughing harder, eyes almost closing from how much he's squirming] Okay, okay, fine! I admit it! But you’re the worst!

Angel Dust: [laughing] Now that’s more like it! You’re a good sport, Husky. I knew deep down you liked it when I gave ya some care.

Husk: [gruff but still breathless] Oh, you’re so gonna regret this, Legs. You’re not the only one who can dish it out. Especially after all that bullshit.

Angel Dust: [giggling nervously] Wait, wait—hold on! Husky, we can talk about this—!

[Visual Note: Husk starts tickling Angel back, both of them laughing hysterically.]

[Audio Note: Feathers rustling, bedsprings squeaking, and confused pig noises]

Angel Dust: [gasping between laughter] Stop, stop! Okay, okay, I give! Mercy!

Husk: [laughing victoriously] Oh, no. You started this. You’re gettin’ the full treatment now, Angie!

Angel Dust: [gasping, laughing harder] You— [trying to squirm away, but Husk follows his movements] You’re evil! I didn’t think—! Oh God, please—! Mercy!

Husk: [laughing triumphantly] That’s what you get, Legs! I told you, didn’t I? No mercy.

Angel Dust: [gasping between laughs] I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I swear!

Husk: [stopping] That’s what I thought.

[Visual Note: The laughter fades into softer chuckles as they both collapse onto the bed, catching their breath. Husk’s wings relax, and Angel leans against him, still giggling faintly.]

Husk: [after a moment, quietly] Thanks for the help with these damn feathers, Angie.

Angel Dust: [softly] Anytime, Husky. Just don’t forget – you don’t gotta handle stuff alone. I’m here for ya, sheddin’ feathers and all.

Husk: [softly] Just... don’t tell anyone about this, alright? I’m not about to become the soft-hearted sap of the hotel. And I definitely don’t need anyone other then you using this shit against me.

Angel Dust: [whispering] Cross my heart, Husky. This stays between us... and Fat Nuggets. [laughs softly] He’s our little secret keeper.

[Audio Note: Soft oink]

Husk: [chuckling] That he is, huh? You really do know how to make a guy feel... less miserable.

Angel Dust: [grinning] What can I say? It’s one of my many talents. Love ya, Kitten.

Husk: [hum] Love you too, sweetheart.

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Just something I found on YouTube

Creds to Lou's Dubs on YT

[gaybananabread]

For day 10, spidering, with Hazbin Hotel!! Doesn’t matter what characters, one of them Angel Dust though please, and no Valentino or Vox. Thank you so much have a great day :D

TickleTober Day 10 - Spidering

~YESSS AN ANGEL REQUEST! I almost never get anything HH; I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write for him! Y’all know me; I had to pair him with Husk for this. Lots of silly fluff lies ahead. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Husker

Ler: Angel Dust

Summary: Angel begs Husk to let him pet his soft fur, actually getting a yes out of the grump. Soft cuddles quickly turn playful as Angel makes an adorable discovery.

Warnings: canon-typical language and behaviors! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“Aww, c’mon, whiskers! Just once?”

Angel’s pleading tone filled Husk’s ears, making him huff and roll his eyes. Of course the spider demon would ask that…

“Fuckin’- seriously, Angel? Why d’you wanna do that? It’s…it’s stupid as hell,” he grumbled, taking a swig of whiskey from the bar. Thank’s to Alastor’s freaky voodoo bullshit, the bar was never unstocked, meaning he could drink the good stuff as he pleased.

“It ain’t stupid! It’s fun! Please? Pretty please?” Angel begged, putting on his best puppy-dog pout. “Pretty please with a big, glistening, juicy-ass cherry on top?”

“Ugh- fine! Just quit fuckin’ talkin’ about cherries like that!” Husk slammed the bottle down, dramatically folding his ears against the top of his head. He wan’t really pissed off; he just couldn’t believe Angel wanted to do something so ridiculous.

“Yes! I promise, kitten–”

“Don’t call me that!”

“–you won’t regret this!”

“I already do…” The grumpy bar cat sighed before flopping down on one of the lobby’s couches, leaving his back exposed for Angel. Damn spider and his stupid adorable pout…

“Oh, hush. Don’t worry, I’ll make ya feel good~” Angel straddled Husk carefully, straddling his thighs as he admired the furry back in front of him. Husk’s fur really did look soft…

Hell, what was he fantasizing for? He finally had consent!

Angel gently ran one hand down the grumpy man’s back, just barely scratching the furry skin. It was so fucking soft! Husk obviously took good care of his fur.

Not sensing any discomfort, Angel took things a step further. He gently placed his other three hands on Husk: one on his head, the other two on his sides. The fourth stayed on his spine, scratching a soft path up and down the area.

While he still wanted to be an obstinate shithead, he couldn't deny that the pampering felt nice. Sure, the occasional brush on his sides made him squirm, but he kept his reactions under control. Before he knew it, he was close to falling asleep.

Angel could feel the man relaxing under him, smiling smugly. He’d never asked a better question in all his life. Sure, begging to pet Husk was usually a death sentence, but he’d played his cards just right that day.

Right as Angel was about to tease the grumpy man for acting like a kitten, he heard a low sound from beneath him. It almost sounded like…

“No fuckin’ way…”

Surely enough, Husk was purring; the deep, base-sounding rumbles melted Angel’s heart to a sticky pile of goo. One of his hands left the cat man’s sides to cover his mouth. There were practically hearts in his eyes.

“Mmph… Would you quit starin’ at me?” Husk mumbled the words, barely able to sound mad from all the loving affection. He was on cloud nine, though still coherent enough to be a grump.

“Sorry boo, but…wow, that’s cute. Like, kitten-on-Christmas-mornin’-with-a bow-on-level cute.”

Husk growled at that, expertly using his tail to swat Angel’s head. The spider demon just laughed, going back to petting his grumpy companion.

Now, while they weren’t a problem earlier, the side scratches caught Husk off guard; he was too sleepy to keep up appearances. A few gruff little giggles slipped out, his wings flapping once in protest.

“What the…Husk, are you-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Husks deep growl would've scared any sane demon away, but Angel was already hooked on that little giggle. Funny how a sound could be more addictive than any drug he'd ever put in himself.

“Sorry, Husky; not my specialty~”

Two gloved hands pinned Husk’s wrists above his head before he could fight back, the other two starting to gently scribble up and down his sides. Angel was surprisingly strong for such a skinny guy; combined with the position, Husk was trapped.

“A-Angel, I swehear to fuck, g-get off- mmph!” Husk was putting his all into holding back his reactions, refusing to just freely giggle like some kid. Unfortunately for him, Angel seemed to have found the special little spot just above his hips that made him lose his mind.

“Y-YouhuHUHU BAHASTAHARD! FUHUCK!”

Angel chuckled at the sight, though it didn’t come without a cost; Husk’s thrashing tail whacked him in the back of the head, occasionally whipping against his back as well. It didn’t hurt at all, but getting hit with tail feathers wasn’t exactly a desired experience. At least, not in that scenario.

“Aww, what's wrong, Husky? Does it tickle, hmm?” Angel cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice, doing his best to fluster the fur off Husker.

“SHUHUT THE FAHAHACK UHUHUP!” As his thrashing increased, his wings began to flap and smack against Angel. The spider brought out his third set of arms, carefully pinning the plumes down.

As fun as the loud-ass reactions were, Angel wasn't aiming to kill the grump; he just wanted to loosen him up. It was time to get silly.

“Wanna hear a song, whiskers? I've got some great pipes~” Ignoring the immediate protests, Angel started to sing-song his words. The hands moved up from the sweet spot to Husk's sides, gently spidering up and down in time with the lyrics.

“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout~” Angel walked two fingers up one side while the other hand spidered upwards.

“I-Ihihi'm gohonna kihihill you!” Husk thrashed and kicked, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his fur. Damn Angel and his stupid limbs!

“Down came the rain,” Angel sang as he tapped his fingers along Husks spine, “an’ washed the spider out~” One finger swiped at Husks spine, the other hand quickly spidering down his sides.

“Then out came the sun an’ dried up all that rain~” Ten fingers fanned out across Husk's shoulder blades, the small nails on them making his back arch.

“So the itsy bitsy spider...” The spidering little fingers returned, this time teasing the spots above his hips again.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!”

“Came up the spout again~” Leaving the evil spot, Angel moved both his tickling hands to rub Husk's ears. The man seemed exhausted, and Angel had satisfied his gremlin tendencies.

“F-fuhuhuckin’ ahasshole…” Husk huffed and grumbled, begrudgingly relaxing beneath Angel’s now-soothing touch. If his ears weren’t so sensitive, he’d be enacting such sweet revenge… That’d just have to happen later.

“C’mon, Husky,” Angel chided, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “ you know you loved that~”

That got him another tail-whack in the head, though Husk didn’t deny it. Angel took that as a sign to quiet down, and for once, he actually listened. Husker soon drifted back off, unable to keep his eyes open.

Angel just sat there, gently rubbing and scratching behind Husk’s fuzzy ears. Once he was absolutely positive that Husk was out, he carefully snapped a picture of the adorable cat demon beneath him.

Hello, new wallpaper…

[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.

[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!

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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!!!!

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[vikeera]

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