#ler!cherri

[jettorii]

thinking abt how pentious would have a really silly laugh

[sirhusk]

A SILLY DISCOVERY!!

cherrisnake fanfic!!

tw: tickling, light swearing

ler!cherri & lee!sirpentious

please enjoy!

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it was a boring day at the hazbin hotel, cherri was visiting and since angel was too busy flirting with husk.. she decided why not go annoy pentious? that’ll be fun

cherri made her way to the hotel lobby where surprisingly only sir pentious was(along with keekee on his lap), cherri walked over and poked sir pentious’s side to get his attention, only for sir pentious to jump and quickly look behind at cherri, the jump making keekee get off his lap and walk off

“o-oh! hello misss bo-bomb.!” - he said nervously, trying to switch subjects

cherri smirked and walked around the couch, infront of sir pentious, cocking her head to the side and putting her hand on her hip

“what was that?” - she smirked, teasing sir pentious about the jump he did.

“I- I don’t know what your talking about..” - he smiled awkwardly

“ya jumped when I poked ya.” - she pointed out the obvious

“y-you ssstartled me! th-that’s all..” - he said, hoping she believed it.

but ofc, cherri isnt stupid. she walked closer to sir pentious, standing right infront of him, her legs touching his tail

“so, if I do it again, ya won’t flinch?” - she grinned slightly, then leaned forward and poked his side again

“pfft- ch-cherri-!” - he let out a small snicker, biting his lip

“ohoho! are ya ticklish, old man?” - she grinned, teasing him once more

“what?! no! ofc not! that’s preposterous!” - he snapped back at cherri, clearly panicking

“then why are ya so anxious all of a sudden?” - she replied

sir pentious didn’t know how to reply.. so instead, he quickly jumped off the couch and slithered away as fast as he could

cherri watched him run off than quickly ran after him

“aye! I ain’t done with you, coward!” - she snickered

sir pentious didn’t reply, he slithered quickly up the stairs and took a sharp turn down a random hallway, not really thinking

cherri followed along, it was kinda hard to catch up since he was a snake.. but luckily the hallway had a dead end

sir pentious quickly stopped before he hit the wall, then slowly turn to see cherri at the other end

“ch-cherri- w-we can talk about thisss!” - he sounded panicked, putting his hands on the wall

cherri slowly got closer and closer till she was right infront of him

“sure you can talk!” - she put her hands to his sides

“I’ll tickle.” - she grinned before her fingers started dancing on his sides

“cheheherri!- wahahahaait!-“ - he began snickering, but surprisingly not falling into a fit of laughter yet.

“damn.. for someone who’s “not ticklish” ya sure are giggly!” - she smirked

“dohont tehehease mehe- KYAHAHAHAHHA!!-“

sir pentious then bursted into a fit of laughter when cherri moved her hands to his stomach, causing his back to arch

“hoholy shit!- ya really are ticklish huh?”

“IHIHI AHHAM NOHOT!-“

despite his fit of laughter, he still denied it.

“hm, then I guess I’ll just have to keep goin!”

cherri’s hands slid down to his hip’s, causing him to hiss, but also squeal

“CHEHERRI!- KYAKAKAHAHAHA-“

his laugh was certainly not the normal type.. though cherri found it amusing

“hah! nice laugh ya got there, snickers!” - she mocked him

“DOHONT CALL ME THAHAHAT!-“ - he tried to argue, but his clap back formed into giggles

“what? snickers? whadda bout, giggles? or.. cackles?” - she kept listing off laughing related nicknames just to piss him off.

“NOHOHONE!- CHEHEHERRIIII PLEHEHEASE!-“ - he pleaded, not exactly telling her to get off

“hmm, let’s see.. what other places could ya be ticklish in..”

she took her hands off of him for a second to think

“I- Ihihim nohot tic- KYAKAHAHA!-“

sir pentious hissed and squeaked both at once as cherris hands met his snake tail, which was oddly sensitive.

“what were ya saying, snickers?” - she teased

“STAHAH- STAHAP CALLING ME THAHAHAT- SHIHIHIHIT-“ - he was practically loosing his shit.

“awhh but it’s fun! don’t ya think?” - she tilted her head to the side, acting innocent

“SHUHUSH- KYAKAAHAHA!-“ - he cocked his head back

“oh calm down I ain’t killin ya” - she rolled her eyes playfully at his “dramatic” act

“YOHOHOU AHAHAREE!-“ - his eyes welted up with tears form laughing to hard.

“well ya sure aren’t stoppin me, it’s almost like your enjoying this~” - she teased him once more, which just added onto the whole situation

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!-“ - he didn’t deny it..

cherri smirked then after a few more minutes, she let go, giving him a chance to breathe

“hah.. eugh.. ugh.. y-your.. evil.!” - he fell down to the floor, just sitting there

“I try my hardest!~” - she smirked down at him

sir pentious blushed slightly, looking away to avoid eye contact with cherri.

cherri noticed but didn’t comment on it, after a moment of sir pentious being non verbal.. Cherri felt the slightest bit of concern, though she’d never admit it.

cherri knelt down to where sir pentious was and tapped on his shoulder

“are ya dead?” - she raised her eyebrow

“phisically? yess. mentally? no.” - he answered dramatically

“pfft- drama queen.” - she snickered

“oh silence you!” - he rolled his eyes, laying on the floor

cherri sat down beside sir pentious, and out of curiosity she reached over and placed her hand on the inside of his hood, causing him to jump up and hit her hand out of reflex

“woah- bad spot, huh?” - she smirked at his reaction

sir pentious blushed again, and glared at her

“n-no! I just- dohont want you touching me ahat the moment.” - he came up with a lame excuse

cherri scoffed, then crawled a bit closer to him

“why are ya already giggling? I haven’t touched ya!” - she pointed out the obvious

“I just- uh- I-Iss it hohot in here?? hah..” - he tried changing subjects, blushing even more

“we’re in hell dumbass, it’s gonna be hot.” - she rolled her eyes, not fazed by his sorry ass excuses

cherri then grabbed sir pentious’s wrist and yanked him closer, just making him even more flustered and/or nervous

“ch-cherri?- whahat are you-“ - he was cut off by the sound of his own laughter when he felt her start to scribble her fingers on his hood

“dahaammn.. your hood thing is sensitive as shit!” - she snickered

“STAAHAHAP!- CHEHEHERRI PLEHEHEASSSSE I CAHAHNT-“ - his tail squirmed around and his eyes watered up again

“chill out it’s just tickling! dramatic much?” - she teased, knowing she was driving him insane

cherri’s hand slid down to pentious’s armpit which made him squeal in the highest pitch he could, bursting into loud laughter

“WHAHAHAIT!- KYAKAKAHAHA!-“ - tears rolled down his rosey red cheeks

“wait? for what? hm?” - she lifted her chin and raised her eyebrow while smirking

cherri then slider her hand up and lightly rubs the crook of pentious’s neck

“NOHOT THEHEHERE!- WAHAHAIT-! KYAKAKAHAH!-“ - he squirmed again

“yeah.. I thought this would get ya goin”

she then scrambled her fingers on his neck, her free hands fingers began tracing up and down his tail, making him begin basically wheezing

after about 2 more minutes she finally stopped for good, sitting beside him, watching him recover

“hah- hehe.. huh.. that- wasn’t.. terrible..” - he was panting repeatedly, looking at the floor while blushing like hell

“oh yeah? ya into that shit?” - she raised her eyebrow and snickered

“what- n-no!!” - his head snapped towards cherri and his blush got brighter by the second

cherri put her hands up

“cahalm down! I’m just fuckin with ya!” - she laughed at him

“yohou shohould see yahah fahace!” - she fell over and kicked her feet while laughing

“it- it isn’t funny!” - he yelled in embarrassment

“ya were sure as hell laughing a second ago!” - she teased

“shut up!” - he covered his face

“hah.. what a silly discovery..” - she shook her head and snickered

(Sorry if it’s bad, this is my first fan fic😰😰)

[cloudxmultifandom]

Which of these hazbin hotel tickle stories should i write First?

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Have some tickle art that I drew but never dropped

[tired-and-ticklish]

What Goes Around Comes Around

Third and finale part to Rough Day and Bonding Exercise.

Summary: Charlie is ecstatic her bonding exercise idea worked. Though, it might have worked a little too well, as she, Vaggie, and Alastor soon find out.

TW: Tickling, Swearing, Angel Dust being Angel Dust, Australian Slang and Swears

Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.

“Are you okay, Angel?” Charlie asked as she patted his side. Said spider was currently curled up on himself, trying to get rid of any lingering ticklish sensations.

“F-Fucking… peachy Charlie.” The pornstar replied, waving one of his many hands. “You’re both evil.”

“C’mon, like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Vaggie teased, which made Angel’s face go slightly pink. “Otherwise you would have asked us to stop sooner.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.

“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Angel Dust asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ll give ya something to laugh about!”

Before Hell’s Princess could react, the spider’s hands were already upon her, his upper ones tickling her ribs, while his lower ones squeezed her sides. The reaction was immediate, Charlie letting the giggles flow out of her. She kind of expected this retaliation, but it was okay. That was the point of the exercise!

“W-Wahhahaait Ahahahahangel!”

“Wait for what? For ya to tickle me again? Fat chance!”

Charlie squealed, kicking her legs out as she did. It was obvious to see that the Princess of Hell was enjoying this little ‘exercise’, laughing her heart out and not even trying to push the spider away. Vaggie couldn’t help but chuckle in response. It was no secret that Charlie loved silly activities like this, given the many tickle fights the two had during their three years together.

“Don’t bully my girlfriend too much.” Vaggie warned, getting a bit closer to watch Charlie.

“Oh, I won’t.” Angel said, removing the arms on his left side from Charlie. “After all, there’s two people I need to get back.”

That was all the warning the bodyguard got as both Angel’s left hands started tickling her. She jolted from the touch, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Vaggie was the bodyguard of the hotel, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let anyone know (save for Charlie who already knew), that she was ticklish! But damn Angel and his extra hands! It was unfair!

“Didn’t think I could focus on two people at once~?” Angel asked, moving his hands toward Vaggie’s stomach. “Do you even know me?”

“Anahahahahangel yoohohoohhoh diihihihihck!” Vaggie cried out, causing the spider to gasp in mock shock.

“A dick? Now is that any way to talk to someone who’s making you and cha cha laugh~?” 

“Vahahahahahggihihihie beheheheh nihihihihice!”

“Sthahahahahay ohohohohout ohohohof thihihihis, Chahahaharlie!”

“Uh oh, the girls are fighting~”

It was completely unfair that Angel could tickle both of them at once! While the hands on his right side started moving to Charlie’s hips, the hands on his left went toward Vaggie’s ribs. The spider then decided to switch it up, using both his upper arms to slowly drag on the bodyguard’s ribs, while his lower ones drilled into the Princess’ hips.

The reactions he got were very promising.

“ANAHAHAHAHNGEL IIHIIHIHHIH’M GOHOOHOHHING TO FUUHUHUHCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOOHOHOHU!”

“WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT-” *bleat!*

“Oh my fucking God.” Angel’s face broke into a wide, evil grin. “You fucking bleated! Like a damn goat!”

“DOHOHOHOHON’T THEHEHHEEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”

“Hey, either of you ever heard the ‘itsy bitsy spider’ song~?”

"DOOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" Both girls pleaded.

"Man, you both make this too easy~"

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“Well, Husker, I have to say that was quite entertaining!” Alastor mused as the bartender caught his breath. 

“May…Maybe for you, you sadistic asshole.” Husk said, glaring slightly at the Overlord, who simply shrugged.

“You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed yourself, Husker.” The Radio Demon teased, that smug grin never leaving his face.

“Well, I’m about to enjoy this a lot more.” The bartender said, still glaring at Alastor, but now with a malicious smile.

Before Alastor could react, Husk’s tail had wrapped around his ankle, dragging the taller demon over to him. The Overlord quickly realized what was about to happen, trying to free himself from the cat demon’s grasp.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Alastor warned, his normally terrifying smile twitching into a more nervous one.

“Big talk for someone who’s just as sensitive.” Husk teased, before poking at the deer’s sides.

The reaction was instant, Alastor freezing up before biting his lip. He really should have seen this coming, and perhaps he did. Afterall, if he truly hated it, he would have already teleported out of Husk’s hold, or mauled the bartender for even daring to try. Still, that didn’t mean he’d actually admit that, as he tried to shove Husk off him.

“R-Rehehehelease me at on-AHAHAHAHA!”

Husk’s hands made their way to Alastor’s hips, digging his claws into the sensitive area. The Radio Demon’s laughter poured out in earnest as he tried to grab Husk’s hands. The bartender simply kneaded his hands a bit harder into the deer’s hips, causing another scream of laughter.

“Damn, boss, no wonder you hate being touched.” Husk hummed “Imagine people finding out you’re this ticklish.”

“Huhuhuhusker! Dohohohohn’t tehehehease me!” Alastor exclaimed, kicking his legs a bit.

“What? You think I’m stupid enough to tease you?” Husk asked, greatly amused. “I’m just stating some facts, boss.”

Alastor attempted to protest, but he was cut off by the feeling of the feathered end of Husk’s tail tickling his stomach, making him shriek. He could feel it even through his shirt, the Radio Demon’s stomach was just that ticklish. Alastor mentally cursed Charlie for this ridiculous bonding idea, despite the fact he agreed to it.

Husk, meanwhile, hummed a bit as he poked and prodded at his boss’ hips, deciding to torment him there for a few more moments. Alastor then felt him stop, though the bartender’s tail was still tickling his stomach, before feeling Husk turn toward his legs. A screech of panicked radio static came from his throat.

“H-Huhuhuhusker wahahait! W-Whehehhe cahahaan tahahahalk about thihihihis!” Alastor attempted to plead as the bartender took off his shoes.

“Sure, you talk Boss.” Husk said, turning to give the Radio Demon a grin. “And I’ll tickle.”

The way Alastor howled as Husk slowly dragged his claws up and down the deer hooves was almost enough to make the bartender worry people would think he was killing the deer, until pleas of laughter burst forth, Alastor’s voice switching between radio static and his actual voice. It probably didn’t help matters that his tail was still tickling his boss’ stomach.

“You know, you can blame Rosie for me knowing this.” Husk told the Radio Demon, chuckling at his reactions.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOOHOHOHHING TOHOHOHOH EHEHEHEND HEHEHEHEER!”

“No you won’t.”

Alastor hated when Husk was right. He could never truly stay mad at the Cannibal Overlord for long, even if she had betrayed him and told both his ‘employees’ of his ticklish nature, and where to tickle to get him screaming. Despite it all, the deer could feel his tail wagging slightly under his coat, another reason he kept it hidden.

“Hey, you were giving me shit about my wings before, but your hooves are even worse off.” Husk mused, pressing into the pads. “Maybe I should tell Niffty about that~”

“IIHIHIHIH WOHOHOOHOHN’T HIHIHIIHIF YOOHOHOHOU WOOHOHOHN’T!” Alastor pleaded.

“Sure you won’t.” Husk chuckled. “You won’t directly tell her anything, but I know you, fucker. You’ll drop hints about it to her.”

“NOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHDEHEHEHEA WHAHAHAHAT YOOHOHOHU MEHEHEHEAN!”

“Maybe I should tell her to clean your ears too, make sure you can actually hear shit.”

“HUHUHUHUHUSKER!”

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Once Angel Dust and Husk had decided their revenge was thoroughly gotten, they had let their victims go. All five of them then met up with each other on the way back to the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Charlie had their hands on each other’s hips, Angel and Husk were walking close together, while Alastor simply strode close by, using his microphone as a cane.

“I mean, I also need to get Niffty back for tickling me in the first place.” Angel said, chuckling at the idea.

“Tough shit, legs.” Husk began, slightly amused by Angel’s confused expression. “She ain’t ticklish.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m afraid it’s true, my arachnid companion.” Alastor butted in, twisting his head toward the spider’s direction. “Our darling little Niffty isn’t the slightest bit ticklish!”

“Dammit!” Angel huffed. “That’s just unfair! Someone small and dangerous like her shouldn’t have that much power!”

“Try telling that to him.” Husk said, nodding his head toward Alastor’s direction.

“I’m insulted you think it’s my fault she’s like this.” Alastor said, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“Remind me not to give her any excuse to try with us, then.” Vaggie said tiredly. “Also you want to talk about unfair? How about the fact you have four arms?!”

“Six.” Angel corrected, popping out his third set of arms, which waved to the bodyguard, before pulling them back into his body. “Be happy I didn’t decide to use them on you and cha cha.”

“Though, I assume for balance, all of your underarms are terribly ticklish?” Alastor asked, his grin spreading wider as Angel sputtered in response, the pornstar’s face turning pink.

Before Angel could come up with a good comeback, all of them heard the sounds of someone screaming. They ran toward the source, each ready to fight whatever or whoever was attacking someone, only to be surprised by the sight of Niffty, dusting off Sir Pentious like she had done to Angel earlier.

“Ssssoohohohohomeohhohone gehehehehet hehehher ohohohohff ohohohohf mehehehe!” The snake pleaded, trying his best to grab the agile maid.

“You’re dirty!” Niffty replied, moving the duster toward his hood.

“Miihihihihisss Boohohohohmb, pleheheheesssehehhe hehehelp!”

“Nah, you’re on your own, mate.” Cherri Bomb replied, the others having not noticed her due to Sir Pentious’ reaction. She noticed them though. “Angie! Ya bitch, care to explain why tiny here is on a cleanin’ crusade?”

“She’s always like that.” Angel told her.

“Bloody ace.” Cherri replied sarcastically. “Pen and I just got back and apparently the shelia’s offended by how ‘dirty’ we are.”

“NOOHOHHOOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sir Pentious squealed as Niffty got to his neck.

“Well, perhaps this is an opportunity.” Alastor said, grinning.

“For what?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, our newest residents haven’t joined in on our little ‘bonding’ exercise!” Alastor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be fair to let them miss out, after all!”

“Oohoho, you hear that, sugar tits?” Angel asked, wiggling his fingers at Cherri, who immediately reacted.

“Angie, I’m fuckin’ warnin’ ya!” She said, going on the defensive. “I’ll make sure ya bloody regret it!”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Especially since he won’t be the only one helping.” Vaggie said with a grin, immediately tackling the cyclops. “Consider this revenge for blowing up our wall last week.”

“You’re still whingin’ about that?!”

“It did take some time for us to fix it.” Alastor mused, though instead of heading over to Cherri, he instead made his way toward Sir Pentious. “Niffty darling, may Husker and I be of assistance?”

“Of course, Alastor!” niffty said excitedly, ceasing her ticklish onslaught temporarily.

Sir Pentious caught his breath. “T-thank you, misssster Radio Demon ssssssssir.”

“Oh ho, don’t thank me yet.” Alastor said with a teasing tone. “Consider this revenge for ruining my coat, and for trying to spy on us for the Vees.”

“He did what?!” Husk exclaimed.

“Oops, did no one tell you~?” Alastor asked.

“Now guys, we aren’t doing this to be mean.” Charlie tried to plead, but she couldn’t deny her own mischievous grin growing on her face. “Even if it is a kind way to punish them.”

“Oooh, Princess has a dark side~?” Cherri asked. “Kink- whahahaait!”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Vaggie growled as she dug her hands into the cyclops’ armpits. “Only I get to talk to her like that~”

“Wow, you struck a nerve, Cherri.” Angel said with a chuckle, coming over and grabbing Cherri’s arms to pull them up and out of Vaggie’s way. “After you, vagina.”

“Getting you back for that later.” Vaggie threatened.

“Ahahahahanghiihihihe yohohohoohu cuhuhuhuhunt!”

Charlie gasped. “We don’t use that kind of language in the hotel!” She tsked, coming over to help her girlfriend and first patron. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle it out of you~!”

“Charlie, we swear all the fucking time.” Angel deadpanned.

“Well, not that word!”

“Now, Niffty.” Alastor asked as he held Sir Pentious. “Where haven’t you tried yet~?”

“M-Misssster Radio Demon, pleassssse reconssssid-”

“I haven’t touched his tail yet.” Niffty answered.

“Wonder if this would work.” Husk hummed, using the feathered end of his tail to stroke Sir Pentious’ own.

The results were much better than expected.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Goodness me, quite a weakness!” Alastor teased. “Imagine your idols finding out about this~”

“Come on Boss, don’t be too much of an asshole.” Husk said jokingly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Husker!”

“Not going to call you a liar, only because I don’t even know if you sleep.”

“Your concern is duly noted.”

Charlie was happy everyone was having fun and getting along. She needed to remember to put ‘weekly bonding exercises’ on their hotel schedule. For now, however, she was enjoying herself as much as everyone else, laughing along and tickling people to her heart’s content. She was sure the residents of the Hazbin Hotel would be redeemed in no time.

[nagitoshopejar]

DUDE SIR P ASKING TO TK SOMEONE IS SO IN CHARACTER FOR HIM @totally-not-a-tickle-blog

(all of this is in the hotel btw)

Sir Pentious: my dearrrr Cherri Bombbb may I ticklee youuu?

Cherri: why would you wanna do that?

Sir P: becaussssss.. I'm tickling everyone here!

Cue everyone running away

Or even the oppositeee

Sir P: dearrrr Cherri Bomb may I asssssk you for ssssome tks?

Cherri: Why?

Sir P: becaussssss I'm letting everyone tk me!

And no doubt everyone gets that stupid grin bc why not

[hhblizzad]

Hmmm fic?

[myreygn]

tkltober day 10: Ghost

Sk8 the Infinity - ler!Kojiro, lee!Kaoru

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His breathing was the only noise around. Every rustle of his clothes echoed back at him and Kojiro felt a cold shiver run down his spine - no wonder Kaoru was such a jackass, living all alone in this huge house would drive anyone insane. Good thing he had Carla, although Carla was not as loyal of a companion as he probably thought her to be. Her master would be home soon and the AI wouldnʼt say a single word about the intrusion. Kojiro smirked. Giving him the password to order Carla around was the biggest mistake Kaoru had ever made in his entire life.

The rattling of the key in the door was the only warning he got before the robotic voice started booming through the hallway. “Welcome home, master.”

“How are things going?”

God, he sounded so smug. He knew exactly how much of a pain he had been today and he was relishing it.

“Everything is as usual, Master.”

If Kojiro couldʼve snickered without immediately giving his location away, he would have. That would change in a minute.

He waited patiently until Kaoru had taken off his shoes and walked past the niche he was hiding in before he turned off the lights. Kaoru stood still immediately and in the dimmed light falling through the windows, Kojiro could see him tilt his head up to look at the ceiling. “Carla, turn the light back on.”

As soon as the lights were back on and Kaoru had went on into the kitchen, Kojiro snuck down the hallway and turned off the light once more before hiding in between Kaoruʼs fancy coats.

“Carla! The lights!” Kaoru sounded irritated. Time for the next step. When Kojiro loudly opened and closed the storage room door across from him, the kitchen went dead silent for a moment. Jackpot.

“Carla, whoʼs in here?” There was now a slight edge to Kaoruʼs voice and Kojiro felt a giddy excitement bubble in his chest when the AI confirmed that there was indeed no one here. Heh. He was like a ghost. Or a ninja. A ninja-ghost!

Footsteps approached the hallway and Kojiro grinned at the sound of Kaoru angrily muttering under his breath. “Damn computer… what the hell… that's what I need, a fucking haunted house!” The perfect cue.

“Boo.”

Kaoru screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around to him. “Kojiro- hehehey!”

“Surprise.” Kojiro smirked, wrapping his arms around Kaoru even tighter and wiggling his fingers into his sides. “You didnʼt really think I would just let you off after you got on my nerves all day, hm?”

“I- ghahaha, hohow dihihid yohou-” Kaoru squealed and doubled over, but there was no escaping the tickling. “Gehehet ohoff of mehehehe yohou stuhupid mohohonkey!”

“Carla let me in.” He squeezed his friendʼs hips, just to hear him squeal. “Itʼs two against one here, so if I were you Iʼd watch my tone. The only thing I wanna hear from you is Sorry.”

“Oh screhehew- GHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHERE! MOHOTHERFUHUHU-”

“Nope, thatʼs not the word.” Kojiro chuckled softly as he squeezed Kaoruʼs thigh with one hand while holding him upright with the other. Knowing Kaoru, theyʼd be here for a while.

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

ITS JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM!!

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Do you think Onceler is the one kid who doses himself with perfume because he smells funky

(I mean if you look at his house)

Technically he's the reason why Scott cleans so much

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[strawmyberry]

hi strawberry!! hope ur having a good day!! i absolutely loved ur headcanons for the main 4! they are soo cute i literally re-read them all the time 😭💗💗 do you by chance have any headcanons for butters?? <3

AAAA!!! more headcannons!!! makes my heart happy!!

cute little fun fact about me before we start- im a very indecisive person! basically meaning ive never really been able to choose a favorite character in South Park- i have way too many-

but i LOVE butters with all my heart! he’s a little guy and i wanna squish his cheeks! so of COURSE i have headcannons for him!! thank you for the ask toast <3

i hope you guys like them!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Butters!

HE’S SO TICKLISH

i am so certain he is just a ball of ticklishness!

i don’t know if he’s more ticklish than kyle though!

if anything- i think they’re tied!

has the cutest laugh ever ever ever!

his laugh 100% causes cuteness aggression

(i think someone intends to tickle him for only a minute- they hear his laugh- and they literally cannot stop. HE’S TOO CUTE!)

he’s a wiggly worm!

he leans into being tickled by accident- little silly guy <33

(he’ll lean one way to avoid it just to lean into the other side by accident!)

HE HAS A TICKLISH TUMMY!

im so normal about this you guys!!!!

(butters is a human version of the pillsbury dough boy!!!)

his worst spot is his stomach!! but his armpits are pretty bad too!

HE ALSO HAS TICKLISH HANDS

like- they’re not superrrrr ticklish- but they’re ticklish!!

he learned to do his own nails for that exact reason!

(yes!!! butters likes to have painted nails sometimes!!! let him have it!!!)

he has a little hello kitty sticker on his index nail! he’s classy! he’s stylish! he’s chic!

he really likes being tickled!!

(he’s touch starved :((( )

i think he could ask to be tickled for the longest time

could being past tense!!! because- poor little guy figured out that not everyone likes being tickled!

he totally thought everyone liked it as much as he did

( [f]artman burst that bubble real quick :( )

so now he’s a little bit more shy about it!

but there are certain people that are already well aware- so they give him his fill to cheer him up <3

he makes a lot of noises- squeals, squeaks, hiccups, you name it!!

gah he is SO CUTE :(((

teasing is SO effective he can’t handle it

if you wiggle your fingers at him it’s over!!!

he already starts giggling!!

(and i means GIGGLING giggling! you’re practically already tickling him!)

he curls up like a little hedgehog!!

i also imagine he cries when he laughs too hard- and it makes his lers feel SO BAD because they think he’s actually crying

he somehow becomes even more southern when getting tickled

his faint little twang gets amplified by a billion!!

HE COVERS HIS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS!!!

i hate to say it- but i feel like mr. stotch (i hate him >:( ) has made butters practically hate his own laugh

he apologizes sometimes while laughing :(((

BUT HIS LERS ARE SO DEDICATED TO MAKE SURE HE KNOWS HOW CUTE HIS LAUGH IS

he takes teases SO literally!!

“awww, does that tickle?” “yehehehes!!! a lohohot!!”

(i always think back to wendy’s “are you just an asshole?” line!!! this HAS to be canon!!)

raspberries are SO bad for him!

and the poor thing falls for it every! time!

“hey, you know what my favorite fruit is?” “ohohoh chrihihistmas- i knohohow yohou’ve tohohold me behehefore!! im sohohorry-i dohont rehehemember! …ahahapples?”

he is also very aware that tickling is the first resort when i comes to getting him to do something

“no! i won’t! ….oh hamburgers- you’re gonna tickle me, aren’t ya’? please don’t! im sorry fellas, really-!”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS :(((

and he’s such a sweet ler too!!

that’s not to say he doesn’t go all out- he definitely does!!!

but he constantly checks in! makes sure he isn’t crossing any boundaries!

surprisingly, he’s super duper teasy

“Awww! You’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!” (thing pronounced thang!!! southern bell!!)

tickles are always his go to for anything

(sometimes he looks for excuses to tickle people- just to hear their laughs!!)

he randomly pokes at people! just for funnzies!

especially Kenny- poor Kenny gets poked way too much

(butters totally does the thing where he pokes and quickly looks away, as if he isn’t the only one standing next to kenny who could’ve done it)

he has a BLAST- whether he’s a Lee or a Ler!!!

hes such a good sport about it he’s so sweet :((

“that was fun!!!”

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Professor Chaos!

oh no!!! who’s this evil, totally unrelated, fiend who’s invaded my butters headcannons??

well- i guess since he’s here! we might as well!

very ticklish!!! it really works against him!

he has a little maniacal laugh that he tries to keep up while being tickled

(but that only works for like- 5 minutes! then he’s all giggles and squeals!)

his minions tickle him from time to time!!

of course- completely on accident!

(or maybe those hamsters ARE evil?!)

but he just giggles a little, catches them, and puts them back in their little balls!

getting captured by Racoon & Friends/Freedom Pals is very common!

he tries to act all macho and evil

(it never works!! doesn’t even last five seconds!)

it’s the same song and dance every single time!

“mwhahaha! you really think you can get me, Professor Chaos, to tell you where I’m conducting my next evil scheme? you are wrong!” “…” “oh! u-uh- you think you can resort to c-childish antics, huh? w-well! i-im not ticklish! s-so, yeah!!”

hes very dedicated to his character!!

he does this little silly thing where…sometimes…he forgets what info he’s supposed to confess

sometimes he gets lucky! (mysterion or toolshed quickly whisper in his ear what hes supposed to say- and he goes along with it!)

but sometimes…he gets stuck with Racoon & Friends

(they don’t care if he can remember or not- they just tickle him until he remembers again)

BUT HE ALWAYS GETS THEM BACK!

this evil evil guy is the most evil evil ler in South Park!!

(ooooooo! scary!)

professor chaos’ super evil super effective interrogation!

(he calls it “Interronation”!)

wether it’s because he physically can’t pronounce it or that he’s just clueless is for you to decide! it’s both!

tickling is his only resort. if it doesn’t work?

…well- that’s never happened before- so he doesn’t have a backup plan!

but he goes ALL OUT

he has feathers, he has hairbrushes, he has a pair of The Racoon’s claws (he stole them >:D) anything that you think could be used to tickle a person- HE HAS IT!

he keeps it all in a little teal lunchbox (it has cute little stars!!!) that he got from his mom

(sure, he doesn’t use it for lunch, but it’s getting used!!)

but strawberry!! isnt it impractical to have to carry around a lunchbox?

yes! yes it is!

that’s why he also has a cute little tool belt with little slots to put everything in!

it’s made out of tinfoil! (he made it himself <3)

and he has spares in the back of his closet!! jusssst in case!

he teases a BUNCH

“i think someone’s gonna have to give up soon…you seem really ticklish here…”

he says the word “tickle” and all its many variations millions and billions of times

mostly because it’s super effective!!

(but also because he thinks it’s a fun word to say!!)

he also sings a little while he does- he’s silly!!

“🎶 i think someone’s ticklish! 🎶”

he makes every single time a new experience

(like, he starts every time brand new- as if he’s “discovering” each spot for the first time all over again!)

but, despite the fact that he’s an evil evil guy (ive mentioned he’s evil right?) he’s still super sweet

he stops every now and then, does a quick check in!

thats some of the only times you’ll see him break character- it’s so cute

“…ya’ good, Kenny?” “whahat?” “are you okay? can ya’ breathe-? do ya’ need water?” “…uhuh…nohoho?” “and what about here? is it okay that im tickling you here?” “uh…yehehah?” “oh! oh goodie! …round two!”

and he has waters on hand!! he buys the jumbo packs!

(you know? the little mini water bottles with the little motivational quotes on them? those little ones!)

the little evil guy doesn’t really have the heart to hurt anyone- he just likes hearing his friends laugh!!!

deep down he knows they’re gonna get him back a million times worse but it’s all in good fun! so he doesn’t mind!

all is fair in love and superhero civil war!

[finnlee-sliced-ham]

Fluster your lee in public, omg it's so much fun

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Hey! I love your work! If you’re still accepting requests, can I ask for lee Pentious, ler Cherri?

“Nice laugh!”

[radiant-fanon-maker]

[cutesmokes]

Don't let the Anticipation get the better of yall~ 

Cw: mentions of a kn!fe, cursing 

Cherry is in deep trouble now. She’s always been particularly rude. A woman with edges and no time for nonsense. It kept people at a good distance and she liked it that way. Anyone who had common sense, however. Traffic light never could read the room properly and always had what the others would call “bad timing.'' It was on one of these occasions that she had snapped at the soldier. Cylinder tried to help him understand that it wasn't his fault and that he didn't need to do anything extreme, but Traffic light just shook his head. Hurting the woman was the last thing on his mind.     

Day 1: anticipation

Cherry sat back in her chair, her arms folded neatly on her desk. She never had been the patient type. Her sister had hundreds of examples from memories she had compiled while in their youth and had no problem bringing them up in passing conversation, but for the love of God- they had been here for nearly two hours and had gotten nearly nothing done. Camera and Cylinder were babbling about the upcoming marketing scheme known as “Halloween”, informing Traffic light about what the day was all about and common traditions. As far as cherry was concerned, it was all hogwash. She cleared her throat giving them yet another reminder that they were on a schedule. With a few more giggles and a firm head nod from the soldier they were back on track. The meeting was going smoother now as they discussed where and each challenge of the show would be hosted, not to mention a smarter prize. Even before checking with the bank, Cherry knew that neither she, nor Cylinder had the funds to support the young host’s extravagant plan. It wasn't long, however, before the chaos renewed. It started with cylinder looking out the window, distracted by the falling leaves, dancing gracefully to the concrete sidewalk, then it was the mention of candy. Traffic light had brought it up as innocently as a soldier in his situation could, offering it for a prize, but it only made the boy bounce, camera giggled like a child, hopping on the bandwagon. Cherry ran her fingers through her fiery red hair. She was on her last straw. She didn't even know why she tried so hard. Cylinder was the one who wanted to do this whole competition thing and had hired her as supervisor. Meanwhile, Traffic light had noticed the change in her demeanor and made the mistake of asking her if she was okay. She practically blew her top. 

“Do I LOOK ok?! All of you REFUSE to stay on track! I don't even know why we’re here! All of you and I mean all of you are too focused on the stupid children's field day that really means nothing to anyone else! This meeting is over. Obviously. I'm going home and sorting through the documents so that you children can squabble like teenagers.” 

After gathering the papers within a beat up brown case, she stomped out the door, slamming it a little harder than she meant to. After she was gone, cylinder turned to the soldier who stood silent, an unreadable frown on his face. His prosthetic soothed gently over one of his lower arms.

“Don't feel bad. You didn't do anything. She's never been very patient.” 

Traffic light only shook his head, letting his own fingers comb through the curls on the smaller boy’s head. He wasn't worried. He knew how to get through to her. 

Later that night, the woman still sat silently at her dining room table. She didn't have to look at the clock to tell it was late, her head was beginning to hurt and her eyes felt droopy but the every growing stack of papers still stood tall and she was the only one to get it done. Suddenly a crash jolted her awake, something had broken through the window. In one fluid motion, she grabbed a knife and ran to hide, knowing there was no safe way to escape with the intruder so close to her door. Her eyes widened, heart pounding in her throat as his voice rang out, far too familiar.

“Cherry? I know your home. I just want to talk.”  

Shit. Shit, shit, Shit-  he was probably mad- she was gonna apologize! She knew she had been too hard on the trio but it just slipped out. With every whisper, Cherry's hand clutched the knife tighter, the other clamping tightly over her mouth to try and muffle her shuddering breath.She knew she shouldn’t have trusted him. She never did, never could. He was too uncanny to be normal. Cylinder was lucky he wasn’t dead. The footsteps stopped just in front of the table she had dove under, the red light from his eyes scanning the area. She readies her knife, knowing he would find her. Just as she was ready to lunge, however. The light cut. The air went still as the only light that illuminated the room was the swaying lamp that hung over her table. She could hear her heart as its beats shook her frame. 

His glowing eyes met her dark teal ones, shiny with tears. Before she could scream, he pulled her out from her hiding place, gently ripping the knife from her tiny finger and placing it into the holder that sat on the counter. His eyes seemed so calm as he held her in his hands. Cherry shook violently, shielding her face with her hands.

“I'm sorry- I don't know why i said those things- i didn't mean i - i-I promise im so sorry. I'll never say anything bad about you or the others again, please just dont hurt me.”    

The soldier only cooed tenderly. One finger brought down her hands while the other ran along her cheek, drying the tears that had begun to form.

“Why would I hurt you? You are close to cylinder so thats good enough for me.” 

The woman sniffled, looking up at the man who towered over her, her eyes wide and bright, her anger almost peeking through her horror.

“What do you want, then..?” 

Traffic light’s cool smile turned to more of a menacing smirk. His free hands rose above her, shaping themselves into claws. 

“For you to calm down and relax a little. You need it.”

The fingers began to wriggle over her abdomen, slow and steady, taunting. Fuck. Cherry could already feel how her lips twitched upwards. Despite her anger, she could never win at this stupid game. The fear of not knowing, the fingers being just out of reach, practically fried her nerves. Her head whipped to the side, eyes shut tight as her hands grabbed her ponytail, burying her nose onto it, the scent of her shampoo and coffee scented hairspray filling her senses. Traffic light hummed softly, head tilting to the side to get a better view of her face.

“You're smiling still, Cherry~.” 

He teased gently, his nails twirling with the loose fabric of her shirt, completely avoiding her body on purpose. The woman in his hold jumped, a muffled yelp escaping her mouth as she blindly batted at his hands. 

“n-No the fuck im nAH-! Mmph!!”

She nearly screamed when the nails finally made contact, soft scratching at her ribs was all it was. She had survived worse- why was it so unbearable now? She jumped as the electric butterflies swarmed her system. All she knew was that she was not going to survive….           

  Oh lord. Can yall tell I'm excited? I went a little overboard but I hope y'all enjoy~! This fic will be continued during the days of tickletober, the real question is when~.              

[greasersgyatt]

Yall sorry if yous send a request and i take forver to post it😞😞

I keep getting distracted by other ideas and then forget

[veryblushyswitch]

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

The Itsy Bitsy Spider (Hazbin Hotel)

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

TicklerTober Days 27-28: favorite spot, teasing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

“Sh-Shut uhuhuhup.”

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

“Cheheheheheherri!”

“Yes?”

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

“Stahahahahahahap!”

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

Angel whined. “Stahahahahahahap!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’ve had enough?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Plehehehehehease, Cherri!”

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

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

“You sure?”

“Yehehehes!”

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

“Nahahahahahaha! Cheheheheheherri hahahahahave mehehehehercy! Plehehehehehease!”

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

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

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