some more Angel Dust, this time featuring Fat Nuggets!!!

If you’d like this as a sticker (or anything else), here’s the link to my Redbubble!! 

https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Angel-Dust-and-Fat-Nuggets-tummy-tickles-by-PrincessKawaii/56601218.EJUG5

falling head over heels (literally)

a/n: another fic with my gf!! because they’re So Fun to write. this one was a bit more fun in the sense of we were a bit more free while writing them, so if anything is a little bit ooc, please excuse it! we were having fun :))

summary: angel watches alastor fall on his ass. angel also likes to be tickled. put two and two together and you get this fuckin’ disaster.

word count: 2,002 

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It was just another day in hell, and Alastor was walking through the hotel, not paying any attention to where he was going. His mind was, well, preoccupied at the moment. He was going over insults in his head, thinking about his last conversation with Charlie. He was thinking about all the different things he could’ve said, trying to come up with even more clever responses for next time. He was muttering things under his breath, presumably having a fake argument with himself. Suddenly, he lost his footing, and tried to steady himself before he fell over. The floor was just too slippery though, and he landed face-first into what he now realized was a puddle. He groaned and looked up to see a “Caution: wet floor” sign he hadn’t noticed before. Alastor rolled his eyes, glad that there was nobody around to see that.

All was quiet for a few moments, as if there truly was no one around to bear witness to the deer demon’s plight. However, after just a few silent seconds, there was a snort, and then some loud, obnoxious laughter. When Al turned his head to look at the source of the noise, there was none other than a tall, lanky, pink and white arachnid, clutching his torso and bending over as he laughed, face turned into an uncharacteristically wide grin. “Oh! Oh my god! Never in the Nine Circles of Hell would I ever imagined to see the day that the grand Radio Demon fell on his ass!” At his words, Angel only laughed harder, all but crumpling to the ground. “That’s too fuckin’ good!”

Alastor glared at Angel. Well, this was embarrassing. He stood to his feet, shaking off some of the water. He brushed himself off and stood up straight. He could not believe that someone just saw him fall. And it had to be Angel, of all people. “You think this is funny?” He said.

“No, no, ‘course not,” Angel waved a hand. “I’d never think something like that was funny.” There was another pause. “…it was downright hilarious! I mean, god! You fell right on your ass! And were you muttering to yourself? The great Alastor talks to himself? I mean, this is too good!”

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happy ending massage

a/n: TARA TARA TARA ( @melongiggles / @melonfics ) thank you for writing this with meeeee. its SO cute. this was so relaxing and flustering to write ahhhhh thank youuuu~ i love you so much my darling!<3 i hope you enjoyed as much as i did!

summary: a massage gone wrong.

word count: 2,193

*the title is just a sexual innuendo pun, its not at all a sexual fic! just thought it would be funny for a title, and very fitting :))

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Angel walked into Alastor’s tower, slamming the door behind him with his boot before all but collapsing onto the couch with a groan. Workplace injuries were never good, but when the person in question was a pornstar? Yeah, even less ideal. His entire lower half ached, and not in the good way.

He glanced up at Alastor with a huff, moving forward to lay his head on his lap. “Al. I’m wounded. I think I may die,” he said blatantly. “Help me. Before I die.”

Alastor smiled at the dramatic arachnid laying on his lap. He could tell that Angel was stressed, and he was more than willing to help with that. “What seems to be the problem?” He asked, brushing his hand over Angel’s head.

Angel huffed, “my legs are some because some douchenozzle thought it nice to be rough with me. I’m a fragile boy!–well, no, but still! It hurt! He hurt me, Al! I’m wounded!”

“Awww, you poor thing,” Alastor said, shaking his head and smiling. “Is there anything I can do to help? Perhaps a massage? That seems like an excellent method to relieve tension and stress!” He began idly rubbing Angel’s shoulders, waiting for an answer.

Angel’s answer was simply leaning into his hands with an exaggerated pornstar moan, nodding his head. “Ah, hell yeah, babe… you’re so good with ya hands~” He smirked, glancing back at him with a chuckle.

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Angel’s Secret (Hazbin Hotel)

All right, I had to. This actually isn’t my first attempt at a Hazbin Hotel tickle fic, but it is the one I feel most comfortable sharing at the moment. Hopefully it’s okay; I am still very new to this fandom. Also this fic is SFW. I know the show most definitely isn’t, but this story is. Just FYI! Hope you enjoy!

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“Knock, knock, Angel!”

Angel Dust yelped, shooting upright in his bed just as Alastor flung the door open in a grand gesture, beaming.

“Gah!” the spider clutched his bare chest, heart hammering. “You scared me to death, you psychopath!”

Alastor laughed. “How could I have scared you to death? You’re already dead.” His eyes drifted to the phone that lay in Angel’s lap, a video playing on it with the sound muted. “Now, now, my dear. I hope you haven’t been doing anything untoward while left unsupervised.”

Angel growled and tilted the phone screen away from him. “I wasn’t, if you must know. Not that you’re a saint or anything.”

“Then I’m sure you won’t mind sharing with the class.” Alastor waved his baton, snatching the phone from Angel’s grasp before the spider demon could stop him.

“Hey! Whatever happened to respecting privacy around here?!”

Alastor stayed quiet, watching the video play out with no indication of what he was thinking. Angel wanted desperately to lunge at him and take it back, but it was too late for that, and besides, he didn’t want the Radio Demon to counterattack. The seconds ticked by, long and slow. Finally Alastor hummed and tossed the phone back to him. In a flash Angel had closed the video, turned off the device, and shoved it under his pillow.

“What,” said the Radio Demon in a quiet, even voice, “was that?”

“Ugh.” Angel ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Just some video a client took while he was paying for my time and then broadcast to the world. Some big flipping joke, that’s all.”

“Why were you watching it?”

“Does it matter? I like to keep up with what’s trending, especially if that something is me. I gotta know what the clients are seeing.” Angel got to his feet, only to be immediately shoved back down onto his bed. He yelped, surprised, and glanced at Alastor, but the Radio Demon hadn’t moved. It took him a moment to realize he’d been put back in place by the shadows that always seemed to hover around the mysterious demon. “Hey. Call off your minions, all right? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Alastor took a step forward. “Why,” he asked in a lower tone, “were you watching it?” He tilted his baton ever so slightly, and the shadows hovering near him shot out to wrap around all four of Angel’s arms, holding him in place. A warning.

Angel frowned. “I already told you.”

“I know things about you, Angel Dust.” Another tip of the baton sent Angel sprawling back onto the bed. “You’ve been in a lot of online videos, but you almost never go back to watch any of them yourself. Not unless there’s something about it you particularly liked.” He reached down to retrieve the phone from under Angel’s pillow. The spider demon was well and truly nervous now. A few taps later and Alastor had pulled the video back up, turning the screen to Angel so he could see it.

Angel suddenly felt red hot. Somehow seeing a video of him laughing hysterically while he was in this position with the Radio Demon made him feel very exposed.

“I…uh…” he stammered, but no words came to help him.

Alastor turned the volume up, and like one of Cherri’s bombs Angel’s own shrieking laughter was exploding into the previous silence of the room, along with the low, teasing murmurs of the client who had filmed it.

Angel couldn’t look. He turned his head away. “Shut it off.”

“Perhaps,” Alastor hummed thoughtfully, sitting on the bed beside him at the same time he tilted his baton so the shadows pulled Angel’s arms up over his head, “you like being tickled, hm?”

“Shut up,” Angel replied immediately, defensively. He turned his eyes back to Alastor just in time to see him wiggling his clawed fingers menacingly. The spider demon shrunk back. “W-Wait, no, you can’t be serious about this.”

In answer, Alastor raked his fingers down Angel’s ribs and sides, pulling a burst of surprised laughter from the spider demon. Angel squirmed on the bed, giggling, his face undoubtedly bright red. “Nonono, wait,” he pleaded, only to be cut off when Alastor did the same thing again. “Wait!”

“For what, exactly?” The Radio Demon purred, raking again, up and down this time.

Angel bit back a shriek as he squirmed desperately. He was ridiculously ticklish. “B-But you’re ace! How d-dohoho you know this won’t–?”

“You were watching the video when I arrived unannounced,” Alastor cut him off before he could finish, still raking. “I’m fairly certain that if it had that effect on you, I would have noticed when I first came in.”

Now Angel was blushing for two different reasons, but the blasted Radio Demon had a point, and he was right, to boot. He giggled hysterically as Alastor continued working up and down his ribs and sides. “Why?” he finally whined, unable to come up with any further retorts.

“Because you’re never fully dressed without a smile!” The Radio Demon replied cheerfully, switching his tactic to digging into Angel’s ribs, and Angel gave up trying to fight and simply lost it.

“Y-You can’t tell anyone else about this!” he cried through shrieks of laughter, his squirming intensifying, but unable to go anywhere for the shadows holding him down.

“Darling, I’m fairly certain that if that video is online, they already know about it.”

“N-Not that!” Angel tossed his head back and squealed, dying to just give himself over to Alastor’s mercy and really feel the sensations. “This! That I…I…!”

“Like it?” The Radio Demon purred, sending delighted shivers down Angel’s spine. He shrieked and kicked the air, shaking his head. “I don’t make promises, Angel, I make deals. So unless you’d like to sell your nonexistent soul for me to keep quiet…” He darted down to the spider’s stomach, skittering wildly. “I think I’ll do what I want with this little secret of yours.”

Angel Dust’s laughter died down a couple of notches, but only slightly. He was still laughing steadily, writhing beneath Alastor’s touch like a fish out of water. For the briefest moment he caught a glimpse of the Radio Demon’s face and immediately wished he hadn’t. The blasted creature was grinning down at him with a glint in his eyes that told Angel he was enjoying this just as much as he was. He looked as though he’d caught a rat in a trap and was now toying with it just because he could, to watch it squirm and panic.

Sadist, Angel thought to himself, but he’d been through worse.

Alastor then moved up to his underarms, and the source of Angel’s bursting, shrieking laughter from the video was revealed. “Ahahahaha! Not there, you jeheherk!”

“Not here? You really ought to know by now that saying those kinds of things only makes me want to focus here even more.” He darted rapidly between all four hollows, sending Angel into a round of laughter like he’d never experienced before, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. After several long moments of this, Alastor finally heard some begging.

“Please, plehehehease!” Angel cried, kicking at the air uselessly. “Stahahahap!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” The Radio Demon asked. “Or are you just saying that because you feel you need to?”

“Please! Anywhere but thehehehere!” Angel very nearly screamed with laughter, tipping his head back to let it out unguarded. “Stop, I can’t take it!”

“I’m very sure you can take it, Angel. The question is, do you want to?”

“Ahahahahahal!” the spider demon cackled out his tormentor’s name. “Please, enough! Stop!”

Sensing real distress in Angel’s cries, Alastor did stop, pulling his fingers away from the spider’s hollows to rest them in his lap patiently. After a few moments of catching his breath and blinking back happy tears, Angel met his eyes again.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Have you had enough?” When Angel nodded, Alastor rose from the bed. “Very well.” In retrieving his baton, the shadows slid away from the spider, freeing his limbs once more. He sat up, feeling buzzed all over.

“Please don’t tell anybody,” Angel said quickly, before the Radio Demon could leave. “I know that video is up for the world to see and all, but I…”

Alastor watched him for a moment, then grinned in his trademark way and shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t make promises. But for now, at least, I have no reason to broadcast this information without provocation.” He chuckled. “So just don’t provoke me, Angel Dust.”

Then he opened the door with a flourish and was gone.

happy ending massage

a/n: TARA TARA TARA ( @melongiggles / @melonfics ) thank you for writing this with meeeee. its SO cute. this was so relaxing and flustering to write ahhhhh thank youuuu~ i love you so much my darling!<3 i hope you enjoyed as much as i did!

summary: a massage gone wrong.

word count: 2,193

*the title is just a sexual innuendo pun, its not at all a sexual fic! just thought it would be funny for a title, and very fitting :))

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Angel walked into Alastor’s tower, slamming the door behind him with his boot before all but collapsing onto the couch with a groan. Workplace injuries were never good, but when the person in question was a pornstar? Yeah, even less ideal. His entire lower half ached, and not in the good way.

He glanced up at Alastor with a huff, moving forward to lay his head on his lap. “Al. I’m wounded. I think I may die,” he said blatantly. “Help me. Before I die.”

Alastor smiled at the dramatic arachnid laying on his lap. He could tell that Angel was stressed, and he was more than willing to help with that. “What seems to be the problem?” He asked, brushing his hand over Angel’s head.

Angel huffed, “my legs are some because some douchenozzle thought it nice to be rough with me. I’m a fragile boy!–well, no, but still! It hurt! He hurt me, Al! I’m wounded!”

“Awww, you poor thing,” Alastor said, shaking his head and smiling. “Is there anything I can do to help? Perhaps a massage? That seems like an excellent method to relieve tension and stress!” He began idly rubbing Angel’s shoulders, waiting for an answer.

Angel’s answer was simply leaning into his hands with an exaggerated pornstar moan, nodding his head. “Ah, hell yeah, babe… you’re so good with ya hands~” He smirked, glancing back at him with a chuckle.

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This is a cronkri zombie AU recording based off the script sent to me by sweet-zombie-child

Script here~

Voices

feel the rain on your skin

no one else can feel it for you

When it’s a 90° summer day and it starts raining like a damn waterfall

Only you can let it in, no one else

a couple of bnha twitter doodles 

Onichans being adorbs

“[...] Since I feel in love with Akihito. It’s been like a prayer for something to happen.”

let go

A lil bonus to that last thing then !

Futaba tickling Akechi for Anon :D