Ticklish Painter!

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Please don't ignore Ali

It was a joke, lol/nothing against u

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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: this entire fic was inspired by that one scene where Al threatens Husk in ep 5. it broke my heart to see him so utterly petrified so I wrote this as a hurt/comfort for myself

Warnings: mentions of Alastor's control over Husk, slight NSFW language but it's not actually sexual I just didn't have any synonyms for what I meant lol

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When you're an Overlord of Hell, you tend to get pretty comfortable with staying in control.

Because one wrong move can mean the end of the line.

Husk knew that better than most.

And even now, after all that power of his was lost, he still found himself more suited to calling the shots in whatever situation he found himself in. It was just easier that way. If he could remain on top of things, then nothing would go wrong. Mostly.

That feeling of security never lasted long, though, because sooner or later, he was reminded of the terrible choice he made long ago. That he gave away his autonomy to the most psychotic demon in hell.

The way he spoke to him. Like he was so small. And insignificant. Like he existed purely for the bastard's own amusement and nothing else. Any input given was condescended to, patronized, and dehumanized. It formed an ugly little pit in Husk's chest. How little control he had once Alastor stepped into the room. It scared him, in a way that so few things did.

At least he had someone else to talk to who knew how he felt.

Speaking of whom, Angel Dust strutted into the bedroom, sporting a fluffy silk robe.

"Hope I didn't make you wait too long~" he whined seductively.

"Not long at all," the other purred.

The two settled down together in bed, soaking in each other's embrace.

Tonight was all about them, huddled together in hell's moonlight.

Husk remained still as Angel shifted downward until his head fit under Husk's chin, knowing just where to go.

He loved to be pampered, that much was obvious.

It was peaceful for some time before Angel's eyes suddenly blinked open.

"Hey. How come you never want a turn at being the little spoon? I'm not unreasonable, I'm sure we could share," he said coyly.

Husk didn't quite know what to say to that. It wasn't something that needed to be spoken in words. Husk dominated, Angel submitted (in more ways than one). It seemed almost absurd to suggest that Husk would be the one being given affection.

"Nah, I'm good. You look pretty comfy down there, anyway."

Angel, however, wasn't satisfied with that answer. He pulled himself back to get a good look at the cat's face, cocking his own head curiously. Who wouldn't want to be on the receiving end? Even once? It couldn't be understated how warm and protected one could feel in the arms of another. And Husk didn't want that? Did he feel pressured to say that because he knew Angel liked to take that spot?

"Really? You THAT much of a top that you can't play second fiddle once?" said Angel.

"I'm just not a big... "softy-cuddles" kinda guy, as if you already couldn't tell," Husk admitted, gesturing to his overall gruff demeanor.

Angel studied his face.

"Not buying that for a second," he said, punctuating each word with a poke to the chest. "Come on, you're missing out!"

"That's sweet, babe, but I'm-"

"Just five minutes?" Angel pleaded, holding five fingers up in front of him, "Five minutes of me cuddling you for a change. If you decide you hate it, I won't bring it up again. I just... you're always taking care o' me. I want to give some of that back to you, ya'know? You deserve it."

Fuck.

How was he supposed to say no to those puppy eyes?

Besides, it couldn't hurt... right?

"Fine," Husk relented.

"Yay!" His boyfriend cheered.

They rearranged their positions; Husk now farther down the length of the bed and Angel wrapping all three pairs of arms around him like a furry burrito. His knees and head also tucked themselves inward to cradle the cat properly.

It still made Husk a little tense, letting someone handle him so willfully, but the touch was too nice to deny for very long. Thoughts of safety oozed into his brain as his body relaxed against the chest behind him.

"See? Now isn't this nice?" said Angel softly, barely above a whisper, "For a man who supposedly doesn't little-spoon, you've got the moves down pat."

"I'm not making any moves," Husk mumbled, smiling loudly in his voice.

"Well, you're relaxed, aren't ya?"

In a way.

Angel peered down at the bundle of fuzz, taking in how much shorter he was in comparison.

"Awww! I never noticed how cute you were from up here." His hand began petting the top of the kitty's head, smoothing down the hair.

And there was that feeling again. The one that couldn't let Husk enjoy a good thing while he had it. The fear of releasing control.

"I'm not a pet," he grumbled, having no control over the defensiveness in his voice.

Angel, ever oblivious, pressed on. "Oh, but you are to me~. My sweet little Husky~."

Finally, the camel's back broke under that straw.

"Just stop, okay?! I don't-" Husk took a much-needed breath, sitting up, "I know being treated like a toy is your thing, but it's not mine. I don't like being talked to like I'm a pet. Like all I am is your little dancing monkey." It dawned on him just how much of all that was directed at Alastor. The words sunk in like cement in a lake, and he turned his eyes away, unable to look at what he just ruined.

Angel blinked. All of sudden, the moment had soured, and he had no clue why. Was it something he said? Husk said he didn't want to be treated like a toy. Is that how he felt? Like he wasn't valued? That wasn't what he was trying to say at all! It was adoration! Not condescension.

"What...?" Angel breathed.

"Forget it. Just, I'm sorry-"

"No! No, don't apologize," Angel interrupted, choosing his next words carefully, "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It wasn't what I meant to say. I wasn't tryin' to say you were weak or small. I was... I was trying to tells you that I adore ya. You do so much for me and our friends. You look out for us, and protect us, and listen to our bullshit problems all the time.

"I think so highly of you, Husk. You don't take shit from no one, not even me. You're unafraid to speak your mind. You know how to keep your head when life gets messy. I got nothing but respect for you. That's why I wanted to do all this. That's why I want to pamper you with love and shit. Because you're always so strong, and I wanted to... I don't know... give you the space where you didn't have to be strong. Not with me."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Husk couldn't find the words even if he tried. He had never heard such meaningful things spoken about him. Him, the grouchy barfly. How could he possibly come back from such a beautiful declaration? Especially now with how foolish he felt. It had never occurred to him that accepting affection was an act of good, and not an admission of weakness. That someone could be trusted to hold him in their hands and lift him up rather than drag him down.

Angel could never be Alastor. This was not a hostage situation.

This was a security.

One that he felt that he needed in this moment more than ever.

"Fuck... I'm sorry. I messed up everything and spoiled the mood. I'm still not very good at this whole intimacy stuff," Husk sighed.

"I know, and it's okay. I can teach you," Angel cupped his hand around Husk's cheek.

Husk leaned into the touch. "And uh... thanks. For what you said."

"I meant it."

What did Husk do on Earth to deserve such an Angel?

"Look, if uh. Ahem. If you still wanted to... to do what you were doing before... you know, I won't fight you," Husk stammered, falling quieter with each word.

If that's the only means of permission that Angel can get right now, then he'll take it. He gently eased Husk onto his back once more.

"Good. 'Cause I still have lots more love to give you, sweetcheeks." Angel's iconic smile returned.

Even though Husk basically just admitted he wanted Angel to keep going, his praises were beginning to fluster him. The corners of his lips started to rise, and the only defense he had against them was to turn his face away from the man in front of him.

"You like it when I talk to you like that, huh, baby? Do you hear in my voice how much I'm crazy about you? How I'd do anything for ya? Cause I would~. There's nothing that you don't deserve," Angel said, scratching oh so lightly beneath Husk's chin.

Husk squeezed his eyes shut as he surrendered to his smile and tried to crush Angel's hand with his neck.

"It's true~. Because you're just the cutest little thing alive! Er, unalive, so to speak," the spider said, feeling encouraged by this reaction, and bringing another hand to scritch in the middle of his side.

Before he could stop it, a giggle escaped from Husk's mouth. Mortified, he then clamped his jaw shut, holding any more upcoming laughs in.

"You don't have to pretend for me, baby. It's just us here," said Angel, now bringing all three sets of arms into the mix. One pair was tracing his sides, another scritching either sides of his neck, and the last drumming their fingers torturously over his belly.

The giggles rose back up again, and this time shutting his mouth wasn't keeping them at bay. If he weren't so stubborn, he might've given in by now. But it was just too embarrassing.

Husk clapped his paws over his mouth, and while it did (partially) succeed in quieting his laughter, it didn't do anything to remedy the tickly sensations now all over his torso. He twitched and quivered under the touch, but with Angel hovering over him, it didn't leave much room for reprieve.

"This looks like it really tickles. I'm sure you'd feel better if you let all those laugh out!" Angel encouraged, "Pleeeeeease? For me? For yourself?"

Still, he didn't budge.

"Okay. I didn't wanna have to do this, but you've left me with no otha' options." Angel took one hand that was scratching his chin and took both of Husk's paws in it, holding them above the cat's head.

The effect was gradual.

At first, you couldn't hear a peep. Then, over a matter of seconds, Husk's giggles began to bubble up once more, fighting their way to the surface, and tickling him from the inside out.

It was over. Before long, there was nothing between the loving attacker and the melodic sound he adored so much. It started out deeper and huskier, much like his normal speaking voice, but with each passing moment, it grew higher in pitch; the kind of laugh he reserved only for his softer moments with Angel.

The spider took this as a sign to continue and deepened the pressure of all of his appendages, digging into the jittery muscles.

Husk couldn't even recognize himself anymore. He sounded nothing like the bitter old drunk he normally was. In its place, was a goofy little lovesick fool who laughed like no one in the world could hear him. He guffawed and chortled and cackled with reckless abandon.

"There it itihis! There's that gorgeous laughter!" Said Angel. "For a moment there, I thought you was bout to explode!"

The compliment somehow made everything worse. The helplessness of the situation was still there, the feeling of being small, but it was... different. Like he was small enough to be held in someone's palm and protected from all harm. It felt safe.

Husk's cheeks began to burn red.

Hopefully, Angel would be too distracted to notice.

"Aw baaabe! Are you blushin'?!"

Fuck.

As if on cue, his cheeks burned brighter.

"Am I making you feel flustered~? Does it make it tickle more?"

"WOHOHOULD YOU SHUHUT UHUHUP?!"

"So it does. Hmm," Angel hummed as he started moving his hands faster and faster up and down his body. Up his sides, then down his sides, up his tummy, then down his tummy.

It was maddening.

It was tortuous.

It was wonderful.

If Heaven didn't feel like this, he didn't want it. If salvation didn't give him the same amount of relief and safety and joy that playing with his lover gave, then it wasn't worth it. He'd stay in this inferno of hell forever if it meant he could stay with Angel. Stay in this moment.

The demon in question kept on with his teases.

"Who's the cutest little thing~?" Angel cooed as he noticed Husk jump when he touched the lowest portion of his belly, "Ohoho, looks like someone's ticklish! Coochie coochie coooo~!"

Just when Husk thought he couldn't laugh any harder, he did.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FUHUHUCKING PRIHIHICK HAHAHA!" Husk snorted.

"Oho my gosh! You sound just like Fat Nuggets!" Angel chortled.

Husk's laughter was beginning to go silent, and started getting wheezier. This, Angel knew, meant it was time to stop.

"Alright, doll, I think you've had enough," Angel said as he released his prisoner.

As the spider removed his hands from his body, Husk started panting and giggling hysterically, still feeling the phantom sensations on his skin.

"Need some help there?" Angel offered, moving his hands back towards the other's belly.

Husk curled away from his hands, "Dohohon't!"

"I'm not gonna tickle ya, I swear! I'm just gonna get the leftover tickles to go away. Okay?"

Husk nodded hesitantly and revealed his stomach to him.

Angel's hands met his fur, and although it did jump at first, the firm pressure and massaging motions rubbed away the remaining tickles, just like he said it would.

"Dahamn. That really works." Husk breathed.

"Right? Now do you feel better?"

"Yeah," Husk sat up as Angel gave him room, "You know, for such a compliant gentleman, you sure do know how to take charge."

Angel swiveled to Husk with his mouth agape. "I can be a boss when I wanna be!"

"Heh. Sure, power bottom."

Angel reached for Husk's right foot (or paw) and skittered one set of fingers over it.

"NonononONONOHOHO! I'M SORRY, I TAKE IT BACK! I tahahake it bahahack! Hehehehe!"

"Uh huh. That's what I thought," Angel stopped and huffed with a wink, nothing but kind love behind his eyes, "So. You ready for bed?"

"After all that laughing? Hell yes I am. I might even sleep through tomorrow." Husk said tiredly.

Angel chuckled, sidling up behind Husk and gently cacooning his arms around him again.

"This okay?"

Husk sighed.

"It's perfect."

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Wooh! That was a rollercoaster! 😅 Hope the people that wanted lee!husk enjoyed this fic 🫶

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REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!

Okay, we all know the Harry Potter movies, right?

Well, in the second movie, where, like, Moaning Myrtle "punched" Ron in the head and stomach--

--I hc him to be absolutely DEADLY ticklish--

Ik she like, phased through him-- BUT what if it like gave him ghosty tickles? Like, the more she phases through him, the more it tickles?

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD I KNOW- I KNOW--

But just t h i n k about it-- she's sensitive, angry, and tends to attack Ron quite often in the second movie (Justice for Ron...)

And Ron is sensitive and a crybaby in a second movie as well (well.. he always is, but we love him)

Just think about it🙏

need lee boxten fic

I'm sorry but I don't do Dandys World anymore:<

But I can take an ask from my pinned post!

Ilyt Ali💕

Jacksepticeye just gave me honestly inspiring words--

It was in his video "Love, Sam" and he said smth that was similar to my situation rn

And, also, shout out to @ali-the-weirdo ngl

She's always there when I need her<3

She's helped me thru a lot, even with this so... yeah, I love her:)

Goofball!

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--Billy and Stu were on a disagreement, a playful one. Billy was being a jerk, so Stu decided to get a bit playful~--

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|Lee(s): Billy (Little bit of Stu)||Ler(s): Stu (Little bit of Billy)|

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AU: Dating/Cheating

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"Ok, that is absolutely wrong!" Billy said, flopping on Stu's couch. "Whatttt? Me? Wrong? I take that offensive~" Stu said, giggling. Stu walked out of the kitchen and placed a bowl full of popcorn on the table. "Good! Ya should! Because your brain is smooth... ✨️C L E A N.✨️" Billy said, snickering. Stu gasped playfully. "Brat! I am VERY smart!" "Four year old smart..." Billy muttered, looking away at the ground, smirking. "I heard that, y'know!" Stu smiled and raised an eyebrow, plopping right next to his boyfriend. "Oh nooo, you heard? Now I feel like a jerk~" Billy said in a teasy tone, looking at Stu with a raised eyebrow. "You are one..." Stu mumbled, picking up the TV remote. "Well..." Billy started to speak but paused upon realizing what Stu said. "Hey!! That's not nice~!" Bilky snickered. Stu looked at Billy and laughed. "Oh, and saying my brain is smooth IS?" Billy laid down on his back and looked up at Stu. "Yes, very much." Billy smirked smugly.

(HC: If Billy or Stu actually REALLY loved someone, the relationship would be fluffy and more silly and playful♥︎)

"You're a brat..." Stu chuckled and put the remote down on the end table. "Pff, says you!~" Billy chuckled and poked lightly around Stu's side. "Pfft-- Bihilly!!" Stu giggling slightly. "Yes, Stu?~," Billy teased, tickling Stu's side gently. "Naha!! No tihickles!!" Stu squealed and tried to push Billy's hand off. "Whyyyy? You know you love it~" "Shuhuhut up!!" "Tickle Tickle...~" "Bihilly!" "Oh, alright!" Billy chuckled and ceased his attack. "Little bihitch..." Stu chuckled and placed a hand on his head. "Yeah, yeah." Billy smiled smugly and checked his nails. "Ohoho... you little ass..." Stu chuckled a bit darkly as he repositioned himself so him and his body were facing Billy. He slipped his hands under Billy's arms and up to his armpits, pulling him so Billy was kinda laying on his lap. "Hey~" Stu smiled and looked innocent. "HiiIWAHH--"

Stu dug his fingers in Billy's armpits. Billy, being the stubborn little asshole he is, attempted to hold in his laughter. "D-Dirty mho-- mmph... moveee..." Billy covered his mouth as he squirmed slightly. "Yeah? What's wrong?~" Stu asked, lightly tickling Billy's pits. "It-- mmmhmhmhm..." Giggles slowly slipped out of Billy's mouth. "Should I change spots?~" "I don't knoooow...." Billy curled up a little, snickering a bit. "Yes?" Stu stopped for a second. "Whew... h-huh?" Billy looked up at the taller one. Stu slipped his hands out of Billy's pits and, without warning, SQUEEZED and lightly scratched at Billy's stomach. "BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STUUUU!!!" Billy SCREAMED and laughed like a madman. Billy kicked his feet and tried to pry his boyfriends hands off. "Wow! And I didn't even lift your shirt up~" Stu teased, poking in between Billy's ribs with one of his hands. "EEE-- NOHOHOHOHO!! YOU AHAHAHAHAHASSHOLE!!!" Billy curled up, still kicking his feet. "Me? Asshole? Oh, you're just ASKING for it~" "AHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAT!!" Billy squealed, making Stu giggle. "Ohhhh, yes you are!~" Stu chuckled, lifting up Billy's shirt a little and circling around Bill's button. "NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!! OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD!! STU!!!" Billy screeched and laughed like CRAZY which only made Stu grin. "Oooh! Did I find a tickle spot?~ Yeah?~ Is your wittle button a spot?~ Yeah?~" Stu said in a mocking baby voice. Billy started to blush a deep red. He could FEEL the heat. "STUHUHUHU!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE I-- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Billy squeaked as tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. "Are you done being an ass?" "YEHEHEHEHES!! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! OH-- OH MY GAD!!"

Stu chuckled and stopped tickling him. Billy let out breathless giggles as he curled in a ball. Stu smiled and wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, moving him closer so Billy was sitting on Stu's lap. "Heh... goofball..." Billy chuckled and placed his hands on Stu's. "I love you too~" Stu nuzzled and kissed Billy's neck. "Mmmmhmhmhmmm... yeah, yeah..."

♡~End~♡

HEHE YOU SILLY!!!

I added you into my besties list :3

AWWWWW RANDOMMM:D🫶

(I saw on ur thing that um I not on ur "Call me Rat" list so uh imma js call you random:3)

Hand reveal!!😋

Here some like... pillow tease tickle thing for all you lees out there‼️ (Don't be ashamed, be proud‼️)

No audio because background noises are goofy😒

My cat was licking my hand and it honestly kinda tickled--