#ler!angel

[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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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…

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Hey y’all! This is my birthday fic! The Angel and Niffty won! I hope you enjoy it! Enjoy!

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Niffty was doing well… Niffty things. She was currently chasing a roach through the hotel, trying to stab with a sewing needle.

“Stab! Stab! Stab!” She said when she tried, and failed, to stab the roach.

She was not paying attention to her surroundings at all, so of course, she ran face first into a small table with a vase on it. The table broke on top of her, the vase breaking on her head as well.

Angel heard this all the way from his room, so he went to go check what was happening. He, Niffty, and Husk were the only ones in the Hotel at the time.

“Hey Husk. What was that noise?” Angel asked the flying cat demon.

Husk put down the bottle he was drinking out of. “Dunno. I saw Niffty chasing a bug or something.” He said nonchalantly.

Angel was about to say something when both him and Husk heard a scream like cry. Angel, of course, went running towards the sound. When he got there however, he saw a beat up, wet, and crying Niffty.

“Hey… Hey… What’s wrong Nif?” Angel asked as he gently picked up the little demon.

“Ch-Charlie’s going to be mad at me..!” She sniffled, tears running down from her one eye.

“Hey, Charlie ain’t gonna be mad at you. It’s just a table… and a vase… But that doesn’t matter, at least not right now.”

Niffty still kept crying, her tears soaking her skin with the water from the vase.

Angel thought for a moment, thinking of a good way to cheer her up. Then, it hit him.

“Hey Nif, you gotta cheer up! Yeah?” He smiled and shifted her to one of his many arms.

Niffty sniffled.

Angel then started tickling her little stomach, getting a mix of giggles in return.

“Ah! EheheHEHEhe! AhaAHAngehel!” Niffty giggled and squirmed in the spider demon’s grasp.

Angel just held her tighter at that. “Nope! No escaping for you!” He teased, continuing his onslaught of tickles.

“EheheHEHEHEhehehe! OhohoKAHAy! EeeEHEHE! AhahaAHAHA! NohohoOHOHO!”

Angel kept up his tickles, spidering all over her itty bitty tummy.

“OhoHOHokahAHAy! StohOHOhop!” Niffty giggled while kicking her legs.

Angel, of course, stopped the tickles. “Alright, now let’s clean this up!”

“Yeah!” Niffty cheered, unaware of Husk who had watched the whole thing.

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Well, that’s my birthday fic! I hope you all enjoyed it! And of course, a happy 17 to me!

[giggly-tickles]

Cute little art I did for my friend @giggle-guru for their audio! Love it and please go listen cause their audios are amazing!!! 🩷🫂

[anxious-lee]

Okay but like: Angel finding out Husk likes it when he tickles him because he starts purring ;w;

CANON 😍

[trashyswitch]

The Orbeez Monster

Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!

This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.

Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked. 

“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon. 

Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not? 

“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool. 

“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood. 

“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool. 

“I don’t know.” Angel admitted. 

Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched. 

“Dude…” Angel muttered. 

“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest. 

Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times. 

“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool. 

“Stop what?” Angel asked. 

“Poking me!” Brandon replied. 

Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times. “STOP!” Brandon yelled. 

“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased. 

“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him. 

Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss. 

A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!” 

“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared. 

“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped. 

“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him. 

“I have NOT!” Brandon argued. 

Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence. 

“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon. 

“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie. 

“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next. 

“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk. 

“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand. 

“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides. 

Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip. 

“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually. Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez. 

Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted. 

Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh. 

Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him. 

“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?” 

“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling. 

Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled. 

“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own. 

Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared. 

“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!” 

Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted. 

Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron. 

“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying. 

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him. 

“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered. 

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick. 

Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered. 

“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked. 

“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.

“Angel…” Brandon warned. 

“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation. “NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg. 

“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned. 

Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge. 

(He fucked.) 

Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him. 

Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron. 

“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically. 

“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was. 

“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked. 

“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification. “His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified. 

“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned. 

“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’. 

“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them. 

“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked. 

“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him. 

“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased. 

Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break. 

“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted. 

“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered. 

Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared. 

Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms. 

Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted. 

“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him. 

“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool. 

When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud. 

“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.

“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned. 

“Do what?” Brandon asked. 

“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified. 

Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!” 

“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster. 

“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter. 

“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock. 

Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic. 

Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted. 

Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in. 

“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked. 

Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded. 

Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.

Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids! 

Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will. 

[fluffyweeby]

Head empty just AngelHusk tickles 😶

Stay hydrated everyone! 💧💜

[vikeera]

Alastor being a giggly mess and Angel digging his own grave

[giggle-guru]

A Helping Hand

Word Count: 3457

This took way longer to edit than I anticipated LOL. There’s probably still some mistakes here and there, but I hope you like the read! The world needs more Lee!Husk in my opinion hehe

I should also specify that because this one caters more towards Husker and Angel, there’s a bit more canon friendly wording if anyone isn’t a fan of swearing :)

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Husk was working his regular bartending shift at the Hazbin Hotel. Well, it should have been a normal shift. Word had spread around the Pride Ring about the possibility of redemption…or, in most cases, the supposibly safer housing within the hotel. Thanks to the increase in guests, it was getting busier on weekends. He attempted to tell Alastor that it was getting out of hand and he couldn’t keep up, but unsurprisingly his pleas fell on deaf ears. After all, it ‘wasn’t his problem he couldn’t keep up with the demands. Perhaps if he spent more time working he’d accomplish something’. Prick.

He rolls his eyes as another patron begins complaining about some nonsense before taking their drink with a smartass comment. He could barely stand it, sick and tired of the constant ringing of the service bell despite him obviously standing right there. Or sinners ordering the most complex bullshit they can think of just to be a pain. Hell, he hadn’t even had time to drink yet tonight. With all the stress and irritation building to a breaking point, he barely registered Angel waltzing up to the bar and leaning on the counter. “Heya kitty!” Angel speaks in that same flirarious and flamboyant voice.

Husk glances over and immediately feels a tad less annoyed upon spotting his boyfriend. Though, he quickly covers it and puts on his regular persona as he rolls his eyes and groans quietly. “What do you want? I’m busy and not in the mood.” He grumbles.

Angel isn’t fazed in the slightest, however, a flash of concern crosses his features when he sees the state that his boyfriend is in. He is used to Husk being a grumpy old cat. Hell, his ‘no fucks given’ attitude was what drew him to him in the first place. But he could tell there was more going on in his head right now. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and he looked more disheveled and irritable. “What’s wrong, Husky?” Angel tilts his head.

Instantly, Husk groaned internally. He shouldn’t be surprised that Angel could tell something was off with him. He was normally good at hiding how he felt, but he was beyond stressed out right now and had nothing in him to help him cope. Not even a single drop of booze. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Just the usual annoying bullshit. Don’t worry about it. It’s my problem to deal with.” He grumbles, dismissing Angel’s concerns as if it wasn’t a big deal. A quiet sigh escapes his lips as he turns to deal with another patron who came up to the bar intoxicated beyond belief, yelling at him far louder than necessary, attempting to ignore the concern growing in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Angel does not falter, waiting slightly impatiently for him to deal with the asshole. His eyes narrow slightly at the customer’s attitude and he starts to gather what is likely bothering his lover the more he looks around the bar. Once the sinner is gone, he locks his eyes with Husk’s. “Nothin’s wrong and you’re totally fine, eh? Sure ya are toots. You’re sober on the job, what, ya tryna quit drinkin’?”

Husk feels his body tense up as soon as Angel brings up the fact that he is clearly sober. He stares at the glass he was cleaning earlier and is quiet for a moment before taking a deep breath. He exhales heavily, trying to ignore the growing exhaustion. “No. I just haven’t had the chance to drink anything tonight, alright? I’ve been busy. The hotel is fucking overcrowded, it's been like this for days now and Alastor keeps ignoring my ass. On top of that everyone is bothering me and-” he cuts himself off. “You get my point. Just…I’m fine, Angel. Go to bed or something.” He mutters defensively, moving back to continue wiping the glasses for only a moment before another patron approaches the bar.

Of course Angel knew Husk hated admitting aloud when he wasn’t doing okay, so by no means did he expect him to tell him exactly how he was feeling. Shit, Husk was so good at calling Angel’s bluffs whenever he lied about his feelings because of how much he did it himself. There was no way Angel was going to stand around and let his boyfriend suffer thanks to how busy the bar is. “Let me help make some drinks, Husky.” He pushes himself off of the bartop and walks behind the bar.

Husk pauses, slightly surprised that Angel even offered to do such a thing. He stares at him bewildered for a second before speaking. “You don’t have to do that. Do you even know how to make a damn drink?” He grumbles, arguing weakly. He hates the idea of needing help, let alone from his boyfriend, even though he was in dire need of some right now.

Angel shoots him a deadpan look. “That a real question, Husky?” He knows it is a weak attempt at a deflection so he would bug off, but it was almost laughable. He obviously knew how to mix a drink. “I’m helpin’ ya out, and you ain’t going to say no to me.” He pokes his side to emphasize a point. It just so happens that he pokes right where his lower ribs meet the cat demon’s furry side, a known sensitive spot.

Husk tenses up when Angel touches that spot. Almost instantly, his face flushes and he lets out a short surprised laugh and his shoulders twitch upwards as he covers his mouth with his hand to try to stifle the sound before it could get out. His other tries to swat Angel away, but it was a weak shove that would certainly not stop him. “Don’t-! Don’t do that. And Hell no, I’m not letting you work with me.”

Now that reaction piqued Angel’s interest. He knew Husker was ticklish, despite the cat’s attempts to hide it from him when they first got together. It was honestly one of Angel’s favorite ways to tease him, where he usually would utilize his extra limbs to torture him to get him laughing for fun or to get him out of whatever mood he was in. It always worked and got Husk to relax, and something in his gut told him he could definitely use it to his advantage. “I told you I ain’t taking no for an answer. I’m helping ya out tonight so get used to my sexy ass servin’ drinks.” He acts oblivious to the earlier reaction…for now.

Husk bites his tongue, feeling a mix of frustration and an undeniable flutter of embarrassment whenever Angel teased or tickled him like that. It always threw him off guard, but he was a prideful demon and would never admit just how much he liked getting tickled by Angel. He puts on a frown, narrowing his eyes slightly in an attempt to seem more stern, but it looked fairly pathetic considering his fur was starting to get a pink tinge to it. He knew what his boyfriend was doing too, if that devilish smirk creeping onto his face was anything to go by. “Fine. Fine. Sure. But you listen to me, alright? I’m not explaining to these idiots why their drinks are shit because you fucked up.”

Angel grins victoriously, storing the information away to be used later. “Yeah, yeah. You be careful Whiskers. I might be takin’ ya job cause them customers are gonna love my booze.” He shoots him a flirtatious wink before going about his night behind the counter and serving the new group of customers that approached the bar.

Husk sighs, rolling his eyes as his fur bristles. He couldn’t be more annoyed at himself for his lack of ability to stay mad at Angel. Sure, he was a natural grouch to the others but he could never maintain his irritation when Angel was around. Especially not when he flirts with him. So, begrudgingly he moves to assist with the patrons while keeping an eye on Angel in case he tries to do something stupid. The help would be beneficial if Angel kept out of trouble, but it doesn’t change the fact that he is sober, irritated, and exhausted.

The next few minutes go by with little conversation between them as they work to fulfill the needs of the patrons. Angel was trying to be as casual as possible, serving drinks with his signature flirtatious smile and wink in an attempt to get Husk to lower his guard. He knew Husk was still overwhelmed, and it was time to put his plan in action to get some serotonin running through him again. As another group approaches the bar, he moves past Husk to grab one of the bottles they requested, and in the process ‘accidentally’ runs his fingers along Husk’s side.

Even though Husk knows he should stay cautious and watch Angel, he lets himself be momentarily distracted by other guests. So, when Angel ran his fingers along his side - the bastard - Husk had to quickly bring a hand to cover his mouth to stifle the high-pitch, yet fairly quiet, laugh that almost escapes him. He shoots Angel a glare as soon as he recovers from the initial surprise, though doesn’t comment further as he masks his reaction by handling the guest's drink request. He unfortunately cannot hide how his face is tinged pink out of embarrassment.

Angel plays the innocent card, grabbing the bottle he needs and continuing to chat up the patron without even acknowledging Husk. He tries to act casual like he wasn’t trying to do it on purpose, but Husk sees right through it. As if he would fall for that obvious act, it was clear it was on purpose. Despite his annoyance, he can’t help the small flicker of excitement. He tries to focus on his bartending as the guests come and go.

This happens a few more times, each with the same reaction. As the minutes tick by, Angel realizes he wants to get him to break just a little more. So, he waits for there to be a quick break from the hustle before walking beside him and asking a random question. “Hey Husky, what’s that bottle over there for?” He squeezes his side as if it was an attempt to get his attention.

Husk is cleaning a glass when Angel asks. However, he has no time to respond before he feels fingers squeezing his side rapidly. Another surprised squeak escapes him and a laugh tries to follow but he quickly covers his mouth with his paw, tail swaying. He grumbles and lowers his hand, eyes narrowing with a hint of begrudging playfulness. “What the fu-! Oh…the bottle? That’s whiskey, dumbass. Read the damn label.”

Angel nods, acting as if this was a shocking revelation. “Oooh! Okay.” He walks in front of Husk as if he was going to go grab it to look at it, purposely trailing his fingers along the cat’s stomach in the process.

The moment Angel’s fingers trail along his stomach, Husk jolts, unable to stop the way his lower body twitches and scrunches in an attempt to escape the ticklish sensation. He grits his teeth and instinctively covers his mouth again, biting his tongue to avoid letting out the giggle bubbling in his throat. His fur bristles. “Stop doing that, you jackass.” He mumbles, shooting a half-assed glare in Angel’s direction.

“Stop what?” Comes the innocent reply, though the tone of voice in no way matches the shit-eating grin plastered on Angel’s face. He plays with the whiskey bottle in hand, twirling it around.

Husk stares at him for a moment with tinged cheeks. Of course. Of course, Angel is oh so innocent, with not a clue that he has been tickling him all night. He rolls his eyes and desperately tries to maintain his grumpy and irritated expression. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Knock it off,” he mumbles under his breath, doing his best to keep the annoyance in his voice despite the urge to let a small smile grace his features. Honestly, the customers were the last thing on his mind right now.

“Sorry, Husky, I ain’t got a clue whatcha talkin’ about.” He giggles, putting down the whisky bottle and moving to once again serve another group of guests. It could never be as simple as that though, and Angel moves past him, squeezing one of his hips.

Husk nearly lost it. He didn’t think Angel would target his hips when it came to this game he was playing. A sharp, surprised squeak escapes him that could truthfully be classified more as a yelp than anything, almost embarrassingly loud enough to get the random sinners' attention. He covers his mouth once again in a flash, trying desperately to contain his reaction but he is starting to lose the battle. His lower half tries to jerk away from the contact once more. This time, though, he can’t get that small grin off of his face as he lowers his hand and shoots Angel a look. He can see the amusement gleaming in Angel’s eyes as he whips up the drinks the patrons ask for. Husk moves to help him, and upon them successfully getting the group's drinks, he crosses his arms and looks at Angel with the faintest smile. “I thought you were helping me, not bothering me.” He attempts a grumbling voice, trying to play off his clear enjoyment and flustered look.

“I am helpin’. Look at ya. You’re smilin’!” He looks extremely smug right now, clearly feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Husk felt his heart race in his chest now. If Angel teases him like this for any longer, in public no less, he will certainly break. He knows Angel is right, his smile was impossible to hide now. He hates and loves the fact that his boyfriend knows just how to push his buttons to get him smiling. “So what? It’s a smile…big deal.” He speaks sarcastically, his tail swaying softly behind him.

“Is that you askin’ for more?” Angel’s grin widens far more as he takes a glance at the sinners within the bar. No one looks like they’re on their way over to get another drink just yet.

Husk bites his tongue. He wants to tell Angel to fuck off and stop, but he knows a part of him doesn't want it to stop. If anything, he does want more. It feels nice, especially given his earlier stress. The feeling of being flustered and almost giddy, something other than annoyance and exhaustion is a pleasant reprieve. “That isn’t a fair question, jackass.” He mutters, knowing the implication that Angel is making. He is playing a dangerous game right now.

That is exactly the response Angel is looking for. In a flash, he is standing behind Husker, his lower arms holding his hips in place while his upper arms begin to squeeze up and down his sides. He leans in close to Husker’s ear and mumbles in a quiet and teasing voice. “Better stay quiet Husky, you don’t want anyone lookin’ over at ya.”

That asshole. The fact that no one was around meant that things could get just a little bit more playful, and Husk certainly wasn’t expecting Angel to pounce on him like this. He barely contains a squeal, soft giggles slipping past his lips as his body squirms back into Angel’s stomach as he fights half-heartedly to escape. He doesn’t try to muffle his laughter with his hand this time around, instead pushing at Angel’s wrists.

“Relax, Husky. Ain’t no one ‘round but us. Let loose a little bit. I’ll stop if someone comes over, promise. Ya look so tense.” Angel keeps that flirty and teasing tone, moving his upper arms instead to his boyfriend's ribs.

Husk feels an unfamiliar, fluttery feeling in his stomach as Angel speaks softly into his ear and holds him close to his chest. He shivers at the feeling of his fingers wiggling between his ribs. He knows no one would see, and if they did they would be too drunk to even recall this in the morning. He holds back only for a few seconds before realizing he doesn’t have the energy to fight back, so he lets himself laugh and giggle freely. His giggling grows louder the faster Angel moves his fingers, but not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than his Angel. “S-Shit! Angie!” He giggles hysterically.

“There we go. You’re just my little ticklish kitty, ain’tcha?” He teases, purposely exploiting the moment as he keeps an eye out for any drunks looking like they are on their way to the bar.

Husker only squirms more intensely at the tease. His mind was so muddled from the stress earlier, that now, with the sensations on his sides and ribs, he can’t even form a reply or protest. He shakes his head instead in a half-assed effort to deny the accusation as he giggles and squirms, his hands holding onto Angel’s arms as his tail now wraps around one of Angel’s legs.

A few minutes go by with Angel alternating his tickle attacks, ranging from his sides to his underarms, even sneaking in a devious squeeze of his hips now and then. But of course, all good things must come to an end and Angel spots a patron turning towards the bar. He quickly lets Husk go and moves to wait and deal with the customer, but not before whispering “Ya feelin’ any better?”

Husk is a giggling mess as Angel lets him go. He stands there, leaning onto the bartop for support with his arms crossed and his tail flicking, trying to catch his breath and calm himself down. He brushes his fur to soothe it, but he can’t help the huge smile that remains on his face, a light blush gracing his cheeks. He’s on cloud nine right now, all that attention and love easing away his earlier troubles. He’d never admit just how much he likes it though. “...A bit. But you pushed your limits there you bastard.” He glances at Angel, his eyes filled with adoration. Yeah, the stress and irritation was definitely long gone.

Angel hums, proud of himself for making his boyfriend a literal mess. He gets the customer his drink before looking back at Husk. “I didn’t go too far did I?” He moves to press a quick kiss on Husk’s forehead. “I hope I didn’t go overboard or anything. I just wanted to make ya laugh.”

Husk feels a flutter in his chest when he spots that proud expression on his boyfriend’s face. He feels much better than before, everything being replaced by that light and airy feeling. He flushes at the sudden public display of affection. He shakes his head, that smile still on his face. “Nah, you didn’t go too far. Just…a lot has been happening the past few days with work. It was nice to have something else on my mind.” He admits, looking away with slight embarrassment at the admission that he enjoyed being tickled.

“Good. I’ll help ya out for the next hour or so and then we can head off to bed since the bar will be closed. I’ll run ya a bath if ya want. Or we can cuddle. You always take care of me, let me return the favor.” He looks down at Husk with a look of genuine care and adoration.

Husk’s heart races when he hears Angel's tone of voice. He appreciates it far more than he lets on, so to hear him say that? Butterflies are in his stomach for the first time in who knows how long. “Sure. Just help me get through this last bit and then we’ll just head to bed after. A bath sounds like a hell of a lot of work right now. I’ll take the cuddles though.” He speaks back as his usual gruff voice returns, though it has a tinge of softness.

Angel simply nods, and the two of them go back to serving the customers that approach the bar. Together they make small talk and joke around, and Angel can’t stop himself from sneaking in a few more tickles when he can. Husk can’t deny the fact that he feels lucky to have someone like Angel, someone that makes him smile and laugh so genuinely. Something he thought he lost the ability to do long ago. He sneaks a final glance at Angel, his heart beating faster as he cleans a glass while Angel serves the last customer of the night. He’s going to have to convince Angel to work the bar with him more often.

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Might take me a day or two to pump out the next fic. Not entirely sure how long it’ll be either, but I’d love to hear your ideas and feedback! Thank you for reading :)

[cloudysfluffs]

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

[calicocatsarecute]

YAYYY thank you can I request a ler!angel and alastor x lee!charlie?

N☁️ anon

Of course my dear anon! Enjoy!

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Alastor had just got back to the Hotel for the afternoon. He had just finished having tea with Rosie; which was always an exquisite experience. Everything seemed to be all nice and dandy… but there was no sign of Charlie.

“Nifty, my dear, have you seen our Princess around here?” Alastor asked the little lady, but she just shook her head no.

“I was actually gonna pay her visit right about now. You care to join Al?” Angel Dust, one of the hotel’s residents, leaned in to ask.

“I guess I could… accompany you; as I also wish to speak with her.” Alastor said as they started walking to the Princess’ room.

When they arrived at the closed door, they looked at each other, then back at the door.

“Should we knock? Or should we, just barge in!” The spider-like demon asked.

“Knocking is always more polite Angel.” As the Radio Demon said that, he gently knocked in the door.

They waited for about 20 seconds. Nothing, not even a shuffle. Alastor knocked a second time. And still, absolutely nothing.

“Sooooo… can we barge in now?” Angel asked, smirking a bit.

“I guess….” Alastor sighed, opening the door.

Inside the room, Charlie was wrapped up in two layers of blankets on her bed. Razzle and Dazzle were cuddled up at the foot of her bed.

“Should we wake her up?” Angel whispered to Al.

“I guess we could…”

“Alright! HEY CHARL-” Angel was cut off by Alastor.

“I have a better solution.” Alastor smirked as he whispered his plan.

Angel smiled excitedly, his eyes lighting up as they walked towards the girl.

She snored a bit as the two men sat on either side of her.

They braced themselves and then….

“Wake Up Princess!” Both men cheered as they dug their fingers into her sides.

“W-whahahahahahaha?! Whahahat’s hahappehenihing?!” The princess giggled out, hugging her torso.

“Well my dear, me and Angel have decided to wake you up.” Alastor glee was present in his statement.

“Yeah! Everyone knows tickling is the BEST way to wake someone up~”

“Nohoho ihihihihihihit’s nohohot! EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Charlie squealed when her stomach was scribbled on.

“Oooooooo, bad spot my dear? How wondrous!” Alastor’s grin got bigger.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

The two boys kept tickling the poor girl until….

RAWR!

Two tiny little roars rang throughout the boys’ ears. Razzle and Dazzle had pulled the two boys off of Charlie, letting her breath.

After breathing a bit, Charlie called the goat-dragons to her side.

“Did you have to do that?” Charlie asked, an annoyed expression on her face.

“Come on Char! Everyone needs to laugh at some point.” Angel answered.

After that, they had a lot of explaining to do.

[coy-lee]

Rewatching my favorite soap full of all things... supernatural teehee

Angel wing preening... My beloved.

I hc Castiel has iridescent wings

My king of mischief, the "class clown", is just so perfect as heaven's apex predator aka tickle monster. I'm always hungry for him making our stoic warrior squeal

CHIBI BONUS

(in loving memory of my supernatural buddy. Kick up some chaos wherever you're chillin, baby❤️)

[fluffomatic]

Silly little Hazbin tickle dump!

(My art don’t repost but please reblog)

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hot take but we CAN use that trope on husk if you picture him wearing a baggy shirt to be comfy when he’s sleeping. sleepy, giggly, slightly delirious husk barely able to complain as angel slips hands under his sleep shirt and runs fingers through his fur and coos about how cute he is when he’s too tired to be a grump. thank you for your time

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[123puppy]

Bruh-

You played yourself

[ticklishbeans4]

SO CUTE! I LOVE THEMB!!!

I believe @cozydreamz asked for a fic so I deliver, hope you enjoy!

Crabby Kitty

Summary: Husk is being extra grumpy one day and Angel is going to do something about it.

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Angel was in a mood, one of the moods that involved irritating Husk. One of his more flirtatious moods.

The spider demon sat in his room with Fat Nuggets trying to decide on whether or not to go visit the grumpy bartender. “What do you think Fat Nuggets? Should we go visit Husk?” Angel asked his pet pig who snorted in response.

“Good idea I’m going to visit him.” Angel stated, standing up and petting the small pig before starting towards the door. “I’ll be back Nuggs!” Angel called before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Angel walked down the hallway and down a flight of stairs to the parlor where he spotted the bartender behind his counter cleaning some glasses and talking with Niffty.

The parlor was mostly quiet it was mostly just Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty and Husk and lucky for Angel at that moment Vaggie left with Charlie out the hotel and Niffty set her sights on a roach that scuttled down the hall and she picked up her dagger and ran off towards it.

Husk smiled slightly as he watched Niffty run off before his face fell again into his usual grumpy facade as he finished cleaning a glass before placing it back on a shelf and pouring himself a glass of alcohol.

Angel smiled and sauntered down the stairs and over to Husk, “Heya Kitty~” Angel spoke, walking up and sitting on a barstool and smiling again when Husk flipped him off from behind his glass.

“Is someone in a sour mood~?” Angel crooned, reaching out and stroking Husk’s face which made Husk hiss and smack his hand away. “Don’t.” Husk snapped and went back to his drink.

“Aww but why not? Is the kitty in a bad mood~?” Angel teased lightly and the bartender growled a little at him. “Go away.” Husk snapped at him again but Angel only declined.

“Only if you come with me~” Angel told him and Husk rolled his eyes and finished his drink, now cleaning the glass, “What do you want?” Husk grumbled, “Because clearly you’re not leaving me alone.” He finished, finally looking Angel in the eye.

“Would you like me to leave?” Angel asked him, “Yes.” Husk replied and Angel stood, “Alright then Grumpy Cat but I’ll be back to see if you’re still being grumpy.” Angel called over his shoulder and walked away hearing Husk grumble over his shoulder.

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A few hours later Angel was bored again, he was scrolling on his phone looking through his Sinstagram with his pig and found he didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t have work until much later that night so he had a lot of time so he had to find a way to occupy himself. That’s when he remembered he was going to go revisit Husk.

He grinned to himself and stood, putting his phone in his pocket and starting for the door when he heard Fat Nuggets’ questioning snort.

Angel turned and told the small pig, “I’ll be back Nuggs I’m going to visit Husk again!” Angel called, opening the door and walking out, shutting it behind him.

Angel again made the walk down the hall and to the foot of the stairs where he spotted more people from last time.

Charlie and Vaggie were back at the hotel along with Alastor who also stood there chatting with the girls and on Alastor’s shoulder sat Niffty giggling excitedly at the conversation.

Angel shifted his attention to the bar where Husk stood but he was by himself, on his phone likely bored with nothing to do.

Angel walked over and sat himself on the counter catching Husk’s attention, the cat demon turned with a grumble and shoved the spider demon off the counter which he crashed to the floor making Husk snicker a little.

Angel’s head poked up from the other side of the counter with a smirk, “Kinky~” Angel spoke in a sultry voice and Husk smacked him with his wing, “Why are you back?” Husk asked Angel which he only shrugged.

“I’m bored and someone seems to be in a bad mood~” Angel told the bartender but he only flipped Angel off again from behind a liquor bottle.

Then Angel disappeared. Husk set the bottle down with a confused meow, looking over the counter still confused before..”BOO!” Angel yelled from behind him making Husk jump with a frightened yowl, all his fur standing on end.

Angel fell over laughing at the noise Husk made and Husk himself covered his burning face with his wings. “Fuck you.” Husk growled, as annoyed as he was he had to admit that was pretty good and he could tell the rest of the staff thought so too because they were looking at him with amused expressions before going back to what they were doing.

Angel stood back up, still laughing at little and grinned, “Yohou should’ve seheen your fahahace!” Angel snickered but Husk’s usual bored expression remained.

“Oh come on you gotta admit that was funny!” Angel spoke, clearly dumbfounded but Husk only shrugged. “Fine then I’ll get you to laugh.” Angel told him and before Husk could question what that meant he felt one pair of hands drag his arms above his head and another start skittering over his stomach.

Instantly again all of Husk’s fur stood on end and his wings drooped a little as he ducked his head and fought off a laugh. “Come on Husky Baby, why are you fighting it~?” Angel crooned, grinning as Husk shook his head and pulled at his “restraints”

“Fuhuck off.” Husk snapped, “Oh? Was that a giggle I heard Kitty?” Angel teased and Husk shook his head again, “I think it was~” Angel sing-songed, moving up to claw at Husk’s ribs making the cat demon jump.

“Dohon’t.” Husk demanded but it didn’t work, “Nuh-uh I’m just getting started!” Angel exclaimed before moving higher and prodding Husk’s underarms.

“Shihihihit!” Husk exclaimed, finally giving up. “There it is~” Angel teased, continuing the playful torment. “Gohoho awahahahahay wihill yohou!” Husk snapped through his laughter.

“Still being grumpy? I can fix that!” Angel exclaimed and reached up to scritch gently over Husk’s paw pads on his hands and his laughter quickly turned giggly. “Ahahahangehehel!” Husk whined, tugging at his hands but they wouldn’t budge.

“Yes Husky~?” Angel asked him which he replied with another giggly laugh, “I never pegged you as the ticklish type Husker~” Alastor spoke up, “Shuhuhuhut uhup you sohon of a bihihitch!” Husk snapped at him and he only chuckled, going back to his conversation.

“Don’t kill him Angel.” Vaggie also spoke up, “Don’t worry I won’t~” Angel spoke again, moving back down to scribble over Husk’s sides. “Ahangehehel!” Husk yelped as Angel hit a particularly bad spot.

“Bad spot~?” Angel crooned, reaching up and scratching at Husk’s ears in tandem with the tickling. Suddenly Angel felt something big and fluffy brush up against his leg, confused he looked down at the culprit and internally awwed

Husk’s tail was sweeping from side to side and it just so happened to brush over Angel’s leg, Angel smirked slightly and turned back to Husk, “You enjoying this big man?” Angel teased, implying that Husk’s tail was wagging.

“Nohohohoho shuhuhut uhuhup!” Husk snapped, “Really? Well your tail is telling me otherwise~” Angle taunted and laughed when Husk’s tail reached up and coiled around Angel’s arm but unfortunately for him the feathered end was still waving around.

“I think you are Husk~” Angel teased, hands creeping closer to Husk’s back. “Fuhuhuhuck ohohoff!” Husk growled but yowled loudly when Angel’s hands reached and started gently tickling Husk’s wings which flapped as he did so.

“AHANGEHEHEL!!” Husk yelped when Angel amplified the pressure, “Yes?” Angel teased, “SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!” Husk snapped, “Oh ouch I just answered your question~” Angel taunted, moving his hands again to claw at the base while the hands holding Husk’s hands shot down to scribble under his arms.

Husk immediately slammed his arms down and curled in on himself to get away from the playful attack. “AHAHANGEHEHEL WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT!!” Husk screeched, “Wait? Wait for what? You know how to make this stop Babycakes~” Angel teased, “AHALRIGHT FIHIHINE I’LL STOP BEHEHEHEING GRUHUHUMPY JUHUHUST STAHAHAP DAHAHAMNIT!!” Husk cackled and finally it stopped.

The cat demon slumped against Angel who was laughing at Husk’s reaction, “Yohou okay Kihihitty?” Angel chuckled, reaching up and scritching gently at the base of Husk’s ears making him softly purr.

“I’m fihine.” Husk snapped, condoning the petting for a moment before shoving the spider demon away and grabbing a bottle and drinking from it.

“Alright if you say so~” Angel sing-songed before turning and leaving the counter of the bar and walking up the stairs, Husk watching him the whole way as he thought.

He should act extra grumpy a little more often.

(Sorry this is so late I’ve been busy and I’m sorry if it’s bad or short I tried but hope you enjoy!)