#lee Angel dust

[veryblushyswitch]

I’m having ler thoughts~ 💖

[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!!!~

[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. 👹

[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☠️🥲

[tickly-tufts]

Progression

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

—

“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.

[anzynai]

Only You

Husk x Angel (Hazbin Hotel)

a/n: hello sorry i couldn’t resist writing for them. ive been a fan for years and have been obsessed with the new series so. anyways, yes is them. also, for some reason, i kinda struggled writing for them so sorry if theyre ooc😭😭 still, i hope u enjoy!

summary: angel dust and husk are having another late night talking session when husk learns that angel is ticklish.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: tickling, implied huskerdust, gets a little angsty?? but it gets better

——

It was a normal night. And by normal night, everyone else was asleep, save for Husk, when Angel cracked open the front door, attempting to be silent. Husk was wiping down the glasses when he saw the other. He looked.. rough, and though it hurt Husk to see him like that, he knew he couldn’t do much about it besides offer comfort.

And so followed their usual routine. Angel would ask for a drink and Husk would give him one, but recent developments had them talking late at night. Conversations that would be rare if it were a random Tuesday afternoon, allowing each other to learn more about the other, making them laugh or even cry. Husk wouldn’t admit it but it was secretly becoming an important part of his day and his fondness for the spider was growing.

Today wasn’t much different. After pouring himself and Angel a drink, he went to sit next to Angel. Talking the night away, casually, and when Angel began to tease him about whatever, he poked Angel in the side.

“Ha—!” Angel jumped before he hurriedly tried to change the conversation, but Husk was intrigued.

“You’re ticklish?” Husk asked, almost incredulously but amused nonetheless. He didn’t know why he was so surprised.

“Eh.. I guess so..” Angel muttered, averting his eyes. Husk was almost shocked. He expected Angel to say something more… flirtatious, but he decided not to ponder on it too much.

That was his first mistake. He reached over to give the other a few squeezes on the other’s side when..

“NO!” Angel shouted, fearful and panicked, as he pushed Husk's hands from him. He lost his balance off the small barstool, and met the ground with a loud thump. Husk could feel his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach at the look on Angel’s face. He got off the stool, crouching in front of the spider.

“Angel..?” He whispered, gently, reaching a hand towards him, but not quite touching, in case Angel didn’t want to be touched. He scolded himself, inwardly. He had been swept by Angel’s usual flirtatious persona and assumed that he was always fine with being touched, but perhaps he wasn’t correct with that thinking? Angel seemed surprise by his own reaction because he shook his head and forced a smile to Husk.

“Sorry about that, Whiskers. Guess I’m still feeling a bit jittery.” He laughed, nervous and timid.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Husk asked. He didn’t want to make Angel think he had to pretend to be fine. He wanted Angel to be true to his feelings and know that he can confide in the cat. Angel looked down at the ground.

“Sorry.” Angel muttered, repositioning himself, loosely hugging his knees. His lower set of hands rubbed against each other.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Husk reassured, moving to sit by Angel, who looked incredibly guilty. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You— you didn’t. I just.. I don’t know.” Angel faltered, seemingly struggling on his words. Husk tried to smile at him, but Angel didn’t seem to see it.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I won’t try to tickle you again.” Husk told him and Angel finally looked up at him.

The spider paused for a moment, as if thinking. He seemed.. embarrassed.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out before he averted his eyes. Husk listened. “You can tickle me,” The bartender’s eyes widened in disbelief. From his reaction, he wouldn’t have thought Angel would have given him permission to tickle him. “.. If you want.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.” Angel admitted.

“You want me to?” Husk jaw was nearly on the floor at this point.

“I’d always love your hands on me~” Angel purred, trying to lighten the mood.

“Angel.” Husk said, almost sternly, but mostly because he didn’t want to cross the actor’s boundaries.

“Fine. Yeah. I want you to. Happy?” Angel rolled his eyes, but there was a bit of redness on his cheeks. “Only you.”

Husk could feel his heart flutter in ways he did not want to address anytime soon and he tried to will away the blush that he could feel making its way to his face. He didn’t say anything, but he slowly lifted his hands to Angel, giving a gentle squeeze, as if testing the waters.

Angel giggled quietly, but he didn’t push him away. Feeling more confident, he scooted closer and lightly kneaded his hands on the spider’s body, occasionally scratching at his tummy.

“Hehehe… Huhuhusk..” Angel laughed, a genuine smile appearing on his face. Husk decided that he wouldn’t do too much with the tickling. Angel deserved gentleness and that’s what he wanted to give him tonight.

“Ticklish?” Husk cooed, teasing.

“Youhuhu knohow I a-ahaham!”

“Well, I do now.” Husk agreed, going to Angel’s tummy for real this time. He clawed at the thin fabric that very evidently outlined Angel’s frame. Angel was thin, he noticed. He worried that Angel may have been on a diet, as he knew many actors tended to be, but he decided not to ask. He wanted to cheer Angel up, not interrogate him.

His stomach seemed to be a sensitive spot, kicking up a bigger reaction than his sides.

“Hahahha! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Oh? Then where?”

“I dohohon’t knohohow!”

“Aren’t you hopeless?” The bartender chucked, lighthearted, but as per Angel’s wishes, he moved spots. Instead, he began to poke and prod in between Angel’s ribs. Less sensitive than the stomach. Still, about the same as his sides.

“Wahahahaha!” As soft laughter continued to spill from the actor’s lips, not once had he asked Husk to stop. Angel must not mind being tickled.

“How do you get anything done, being so ticklish?” Husk joked, but he reached a hand to boop Angel’s nose.

“People dohohon’t reheheheally tihihickle me!” Angel tried to speak, as if it were a normal conversation and not just Husk teasing him.

“Really? It’s adorable.” Husk said, before he could stop it. Angel blushed slightly at that, but didn’t respond. Husk smiled at him, fondly. It wasn’t as though he was lying. Angel did look quite cute like this, so genuine and so sweet.

He let it go on for only a few minutes before Angel finally asked him to stop. He did, but he stayed close to Angel. Angel leaned his head on his shoulder and the both fell silent, only the sound of Angel breathing and catching his breath could be heard.

“That was fun.” Angel admitted, after a while. “I’m used to people touching me because they want my body. So when you touched me.. I panicked.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Husk murmured, feeling guilty.

“No! You did nothing wrong.” Angel rushed to say. “I don’t mind you touching me. And you were so gentle, even when I didn’t ask you to be… it was.. nice.”

“I liked it too.” Husk whispered, feeling embarrassed. That’s when Angel looked up at him, looking in his eyes that made Husk feel flustered.

“Wouldn’t mind if we did that more often. Maybe, next time you should be on the receiving side, though~” Husk gulped.

“Don’t bother trying. I ain’t ticklish.”

“Oh? That so, Kitty? Wanna put it to the test?” Angel smirked, as he wiggled his fingers at Husk. And there it was. Typical Angel.

Still, Husk wondered why he wasn’t so bothered by his flirting this time. He did not have any time to think any more on that before Angel decided he was going to prove that Husk’s statement of “not being ticklish” was, in fact, a lie. Ha.

[vikeera]

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

[cloudysfluffs]

REALLY considered not posting this one.......might delete later

ns//fw and/or ki//nk blogs please dni!!!

[tired-and-ticklish]

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.

Part Two

“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.

[randommusicalfluff]

Plssss do anything huskerdust maybe lee angel art!? I love ur work it’s so cute!!!

I had this sketched out from like when episode 4 released so I was sooo happy to have a reason to come back to it!! My boys!!

[ghostlee]

.....lee!lucifer?

IM SORRY I CANT WITH THIS GUY😭😭😭

I saw this after I posted Lee!Lucifer so I did another one because I can. Hehehhe

Have some Ler!AngelDust and Lee!Lucifer

I feel like Angel Dust crossed the threshold of being afraid of the king since he’s this sweet little guy that is the dad of Charlie so angel isn’t afraid to try and tickle Lucifer, turns out Lucifer might actually like it.

Who should I draw next, I’ve already got some requests for some other HH tickles so I’ll get to those when I can hehe