Just a really cute idea that came to my head the other night. Angel tried to wrestle around with Husk and Whiskers happened to remember how sensitive Angel's ribs are.
I havn't given anyone any food lately and I saw a tiktok yesterday that inspired me, so here you go.
I wanted to write a story, but I'm ✨️lazy✨️. In this, it's mostly Jon trying to show her a way of stretching (when they got a lot more comfortable with eachothers where she'd actually let him hold her) and ofcourse, it was just a trick to hold her arms above her hand while tickling her armpits with the other.
Other idea would've been that he sneaked up behind her, either she was focused on something else or having one of those moments where she felt down, so it could've been to cheer her up. He caught her, started rough housing a bit and managed to trap her arms like that, and now he's being a pest.
Brief talk about Angel's profession and character accurate dirty dialog
Angel knew Husk wasn't a fan of his persona, even if it was only there for his own sanity, Husk preferred the real him, Anthony, not Angel Dust. It gave him comfort, knowing someone liked the real him, a place he could drop his walls if he wanted to. Husk came to their room a little later than Angel, cracking his knuckles and wrists as Angel laid sprawled out on the floor.
"What... are you doing down there?" Husk asked, seeming genuinely bewildered as he shut the door behind him, greeting Fat Nuggets with a pat on the head before going to stand over Angel who hadn't responded.
"Hey, Legs! Have you died a second time or what?"
"Certainly feels like it..."
"Ah! He speaks! What's going on? Why are you on the floor?" Angel groaned, long and dramatic, before turning on his back, looking up at Husk who had his hands on his hips.
"Work was a bitch, because Val had an attitude because Vox isn't giving him enough attention I guess. Several of the other actors clearly didn't know what they were doing which made shooting longer. And to top it all off, I had to walk home because Val refused to call me a car." Husk hissed through his teeth, a sympathetic noise Angel heard often.
"Are you hurt today?" Husk asked, much softer than his previous tone.
"You think I can't handle a little pain Baby~"
"Angel.."
"...I'm just a little sore, that's it." Angel moved to get up, wincing a bit. Husk kissed his teeth as he picked Angel up, maneuvering them to lay comfortably together on their bed, Angel laying on top of him, head resting just under his chin.
"You're sure it's just that? You're not lying to me?" Husk asked lowly, hands rubbing up and down his back extremely lightly, just in case. Angel scoffed lightly, bumping his forehead against Husk's jaw.
"I'm alright, I promise, no bruises this time. Why~? You want to give me an inspection~?" Angel purred, ignoring Husk's huff.
"Y'know, I'm talking to Anthony, not Angel Dust. Is he present? Or do I need to make an appointment?" Husk sassed, poking his shoulder blades. Angel's shoulders twitched as he choked on a giggle, reaching for Husk's hand, not being able to grab it.
"Stohop! Thihis is ruhude!" Angel whined, burying his face into his shoulder. A slow smirk rose on Husk's lips, his claws jellyfishing right on his shoulder blades.
"You're being dramatic. You offered me an inspection, now you're complaining that I'm inspecting~?"
"ThihiHIHIhis isn't ihihinspehehecting! Thihihis ihihihis cruhuhuel! Ihihihi cahahan't reheheach yohohou at ahahall!" Angel's feet shuffled against the sheets, all four of his hands flexing and clenching.
"Who am I speaking with~?" Husk teased, sending a few pokes down the back of his ribs and spine.
"Ohohoh myhyhy sahahatan, Ahahanthohohonyhyhy okahahay? Cohohome ohohon, ihihi'm tihihired!" Husk wrapped his arms around him firmly, squeezing him to his body, purring lowly.
"I fell in love with you, not your pornstar persona, ok? You don't need to pretend with me."
Hey lovelies! Sorry for vanishing, really had to lock in for one of my exams but it’s over now! As an apology, here’s the (delayed) Huskerdust audio! I won’t lie to you, it’s not my best one compared to others I’ve made in the past 😭 the other voice recording I made for Husk I actually made when I had a cold so I could hit the low and gruff voice a lot easier, and the second time around trying to fiddle with pitch was not working and I didn’t have the energy to spend another day recording him. I promise next time he’ll sound much better LOL. Since my next exam isn’t for a few days now, I’m going to get back on writing. I’ve got two fics I’m almost done so you’ll see them here at some point within the next few days. As always, thanks for listening 😚
Background: Angel had a long shoot at the studio, specifically one involving him being tied up which unfortunately left the spider sore. Thankfully, Husker knows how to work some magic, and makes a little discovery in the process.
Script is below the cut for anyone interested
[Sound Effect: Door creaking open, soft footsteps heavy sigh.]
Angel Dust: [muttering] Ugh, that was the worst. I swear, Val’s gonna strangle me with those ropes one day. I’m gonna tie him up next time, see how he likes it. Stupid tight knots, can’t even feel my arms no more…
[Sound Effect: Bed creaks as Angel flops down dramatically.]
Angel Dust: Shit, ma whole body’s sore. Like, every joint’s screaming at me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got rope burns in places I didn’t even know were real.
Husk: That bad of a shoot, huh? You look like someone dropped a damn piano on you.
Angel Dust: You don’t even wanna know what I went through today, Husky. Trust me.
Husk: Guess you’re lucky you’ve got my ass to patch you up, huh? Turn over.
Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh? Ya gonna get all hands-on with me, Whiskers? Should I light some candles, maybe put on some summa that jazzy stuff Al keeps playin round the hotel?
Husk: [snorts] Yeah, totally. Make it sound even more sappy, asshole. Just come over here. Let me hold you. I’ll be gentle, promise.
[Sound effect: Sheet movement as Husk pulls Angel close to him]
Angel Dust: [relaxed sigh] Alight, alright. Don’t get too cozy, old man. I’m just here for a quick rubdown… [quieter] don’t get any ideas.
Husk: [more serious] Angie, shh. [soft kiss]. I’m not in this for your body or any sort of gratification. Never will be. Hell, I’d be happy just getting to hold you like this all night, alright? I’m here for you. Just you.
Angel Dust: [weak laugh] And I thought ya didn’t want to be sappy?
Husk: Hey, it ain’t sappy. It’s just honest. Now let me help you feel better, yeah?
Angel Dust: [softly] Okay. I just don’t think a massage will really help at all, ya know? it’s all achy and-
Husk: You won’t know until you let me try, will ya? Just relax, Angie. I won’t even massage ya if that’s not what you want. I’ll just do that thing you like…with the hand tracing and whatnot.
Angel Dust: (still hesitant but a little more relaxed, his voice soft and teasing): Oh, that thing I like, huh? You make it sound all mysterious, Husky. Real smooth.
Husk [snorts quietly, keeping his tone light but focused] Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all smart on me. You know you like it. Just let it work its magic.
[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws gently scraping through Angel’s fur, starting from his shoulders, moving slowly down his back. The soft rhythm of his hands soothing Angel.]
Angel Dust: Mm, yeah... that’s better... damn, Husky. You’re good at this... Feels real nice, actually.
[Sound Effect: Soft creak of the bed as Husk shifts slightly, getting comfortable while keeping Angel close. His claws move in steady, deliberate motions through Angel’s fur, creating a soothing rhythm.]
Husk [smirking slightly but still focused on his hands, continuing to rub and soothe]: Figured I’d have some skills in something other than drinkin’ and slingin’ cards. Looks like you really needed a little TLC.
Angel Dust (slightly teasing but still very relaxed now, his voice low and lazy):
“Yeah, you’re alright, Husky... That hit the spot... So much better than whatever Val was tryin’ to do…”
Husk: [Soft chuckle] Yeah, well, don’t go spreadin’ it around. Got a reputation to keep, y’know. Can’t have everyone thinkin’ I’m some kinda softie.
Angel Dust: [small giggle] Pfft, yeah, ‘cause nothing screams tough guy like tucking your favorite spider in bed and petting him like a cat.
Husk: [snorts] Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll stop.
Angel Dust: [mock panic]: Woah, woah, hold up! No need for drastic measures, Whiskers. You’re doin’ great! Five stars. A-plus.
Husk: [laugh] That’s what I thought.
[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws trail lower down Angel’s back, brushing over a sensitive spot. Angel’s relaxed sigh suddenly turns into a quick intake of breath, followed by a surprised chuckle.]
Husk: [stops] Stopping. I’m stopping. What’s wrong? Was I bein’ too rough on ya sides?
Angel Dust: [awkward, quick] Nah, just tickled, s’all.
Husk: [pause, smirking, playful tone] Oh? Ticklish, are we?
Angel Dust: I-I mean! No! N-no, just…caught me off guard is what I meant. Keep goin’. Totally fine. Nope, not ticklish.
Husk: [leaning in with mischievousness] Not ticklish, huh? Guess I should double-check, just to be sure. Can’t have you lying to me.
Angel Dust: [Through a shaky laugh, trying to sound composed but failing] H-Husky! I swear! I ain’t- [giggle]
Husk: [chuckling] Uh-huh, sure you’re not. Sounds real convincing, Angie.
Angel Dust: [giggling slightly] O-Okay! Okay, you’re…pressin’ your luck!
Husk: [mock seriousness] My luck? Sweetheart, I think I just hit the jackpot. [He shifts again, his claws now tracing up along Angel’s ribs with careful precision.]
[Sound effect: Bed sheets, squirming]
Angel Dust: Ah—Husky! Not there! Not the ribs! You’re—oh, shit—you’re killin’ me!
Husk: Killin’ ya? Don’t be dramatic. You’re laughin’, not dyin’. Besides, isn’t laughter supposed to be the best medicine?
Angel Dust: I swear—hah—y-you’re the worst! D-don’t you have... s-some catnip to chase or somethin’?!
Husk: [laughs, then mock growls] Keep talkin’ smack, and I’ll find a new spot to test out other than your ribs. Like here, how’s yer knees, huh?
Angel Dust (laughing loudly, trying to sound stern but failing): Husky! I-I’m warnin’ ya! You go there, and I’ll—ahhh! No, no, no, not there!
Husk: [mock serious, his voice full of teasing delight]: Not here? You mean... here?
Angel Dust: [through uncontrollable laughter, voice high-pitched]: H-Husky! I c-can’t—haah! I can’t take it! You jerk!
Husk: [chuckling, his tone smug]: But I thought you said you weren’t ticklish, Angie. Sounds like you’re enjoyin’ this to me.
Angel Dust: [gasping for breath, his voice raspy and giggly]: Y-you’re—hah—misinterpretin’ the situation! I’m—ahah—bein’ tortured here! You sadistic furball!
Husk: [snorts, still tickling but with a lighter touch] Sadistic, huh? Nah, I’m just thorough. Gotta make sure you’re nice and relaxed. Laughter’s good for the soul, ya know."
Angel Dust: [still laughing, his voice slightly breathless but teasing] Y-you’re insane, Whiskers! This ain’t helpin’ me relax—it’s makin’ me lose my damn mind!
Husk: [grinning, his tone softer but still playful]: Yeah? Funny, you’re not exactly pullin’ away. Or tellin me to stop.
Angel Dust: [giggling, mock defensive] I just—hah—don’t wanna accidentally deck ya in the face while tryin’ to escape! Bein’ courteous is all!"
Husk: [smirking, his tone sly]: Sure, sure. Let’s test that theory then, huh? How about we go a little higher, eh? Like your cute little stomach here...
Angel Dust: [half-screaming, half-laughing] H-Husky! Oh my—ahhh! You’re gonna p-pay for this! I swear to—hah—Lucifer!
Husk: [laughing, clearly amused]: Pay for it? What, with more of your adorable squealin’? You’re real intimidatin’, Angie. Keep tryin’. Now, there’s gotta be a real good spot on ya somewhere…
Angel Dust: [voice shaky but trying to sound firm] N-no... you don’t wanna go there, Husky. I’m warning ya—if you go any higher—hahhh—"
Husk: [smirking, voice teasing and almost predatory] Oh? Is this the forbidden zone? The secret weak spot, huh? Can’t handle it under yer arms?
Angel Dust: [his voice a mix of laughter and mild panic] Y-yeah, the worst spot! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll— [squeal]
Husk: [laughing deeply, clearly enjoying this] Yeah, yeah, keep squirming. You’re not gettin’ away, Angie. You sound way too cute when you’re like this. Sides, you’re pulling me closer.
Angel Dust: [gasping for breath, still chuckling lightly] Oh my god, you’re evil, Husky. Evil, I swear!
Husk: [laughing] Oh please, you enjoyed it. And I stopped when you asked like the gentleman I am, didn’t I?
Angel Dust: [still giggling, out of breath] I mean, yeah, I did… but you’re still a monster. Evil little furball.
Husk: [grinning slyly] Oh, I’m a monster now? Look who’s talkin’. You practically melted when I started. You love it, don’t ya, Angie?
Angel Dust: [smirking, slightly shy] Y-yeah, maybe I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you off easy. You will pay for this.
Husk: [snorts, voice teasing but affectionate] I’m lookin’ forward to it, Spidey. But for now, let’s just keep you from making good on those threats. Here, no more tickling. Promise.
[Sound Effect: Husk’s claws continue their slow, soothing motion on Angel’s back.]
Angel Dust: [giggling softly, almost content now] You’re lucky you got me in a good mood or I wouldn’t be waiting for revenge.
Husk: [chuckling softly] Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re only keepin' it together ‘cause I’m good at what I do.
Angel Dust: [playfully] I’m not that easy to please, y’know. You should be thankful you’ve got those magic claws of yours.
Husk: [grinning] Oh, I know. You’re a tough one to crack, but I’m just patient. Got a knack for getting you to melt when I need to, though.
Angel Dust: [smirking] Patience, huh? Well, you’re not always gonna get your way, Husky. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve, too. Don’t get too cocky.
Husk: [laughs, still softly tracing his claws] Oh, I’m not getting cocky, Spidey. Just stating facts. You might talk a big game, but I know what makes you tick.
Angel Dust: [playfully] That’s a real bold statement for someone who’s currently rubbing my back to keep me from plotting his downfall.
Husk: [laughs] Oh, shut it and come here [soft kiss]
Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, getting all sweet on me now, huh? Guess I can’t stay mad at you for long. [softly] You really know how to calm me down, Husky.
Husk: [smirking] What can I say? I'm a man of many talents. [pauses] Now, stop making threats and just let me hold you for a minute. You deserve a break.
Angel Dust: [snickers] Fine, fine. But only because you promised no more tickling. You really do know how to make me forget my revenge plans. [sighs contentedly] This is nice.
Husk: [softly] Yeah, it is. Just you and me. No tricks, no threats... just us.
a/n: ahhhh I forgot how much I like this show omg! I feel like all I write for is lee!Angel but that's gonna change soon a promise!! also these two are just so AKANKDKODHHFBF /pos I really hope I did them justice here LMAOO! Enjoy :)
Lee!Angel
Ler!Husk (slight ler!charlie in the beginning)
Word Count: 1016
Cw: show appropriate language, sfw tickles
Summary: Husk witnesses Charlie do the "exploding spider" trick on Angel's knee, showcasing how ticklish that joint is on the spider. What kind of person would Husk be to not exploit the ticklishness of his friend?
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“AH- Charlie! Whahat the fuck?” Angel’s shrieky voice can be heard by Husk’s as he looked up, to see the spider on the couch and Charlie giggling next to him. Angel was rubbing his knee as the princess spoke, “I’m sorry, Angel! It’s just so funny how you react when I do that!”
“Yeah, funny for you, torture for me,”
“Torture- oh my Satan, Angel, you’re so dramatic,” Carlie giggled as Angel got up and headed over to the bar. He was met with a smug, yet slightly confused Husk as the cat gave Angel his usual martini.
“What did she do?” Husk asked, enjoying seeing the blush rush to Angel’s cheeks.
“She did that stupid exploding thing on my knee,” Angel said in faux anger as he took a sip of the drink, “you know what I’m talkin’ about.”
It took Husk a moment, but eventually he understood what happened. “Oh, I see. She got you with the exploding-spider?”
Now Angel was confused, “What? No! She did this!” Angel said as he reached across the bar and down to Husk’s knees. He ran his fingers down the bartender’s knees, smiling as he thought he caught him off guard.
However, Husk didn’t even move. Angel looked up at Husk in shock. “Are you done?” Husk said, keeping his voice monotone as an idea stuck in his head.
Angel, ever gullible, fell for it. “What? No way this doesn’t tickle ya. You’re normally like really ticklish on your knees!” Angel said in disbelief as he repeated the motion, switching knees.
“It just doesn’t work on me,” Husk said, taking one of his claws and dragging it down Angel’s exposed ribs. Said spider squeaked and immediately retracted his hand, “My turn.”
Angel barely had time to figure out his situation before Husk jumped over the bar and picked Angel up bridal-style and started heading towards the couch. Now the actor stared panicking. “Hey- Hey! What are you– HEY!” Angel squealed when the bartender threw him onto the couch and sat on his thighs.
“Sorry, legs, you made a funny sound when Charlie tickled you here,” Husk said bluntly, not sorry at all, as he wasted no time. He grew his claws out (not super sharp) and began to spider all over Angel’s knees.
Said man shrieked as he quickly fell into loud, belly laughter. Fell was the perfect word to describe it, as he tossed his head back, he was grateful there was a pillow there to cushion his head from the motion. “HUhuhusk! StahaHAHAhap it!” Angel used his top hands to try and cover his face to muffle his loud, shrieky laugh, while his other hands pushed on the cat’s back.
Husk grunted, but found it easy to keep his balance, noticing the tickling taking away a lot of Angel’s strength. “Hey, you know what’s funny? You’re a spider who can’t take a spidering!” Husk chuckled at the irony, switching to underneath Angel’s knees.
The screech Angel emitted could shatter glass, and Husk’s ears went down to shield him from permanent ear damage. “Jeez, legs, this spot really gets ya, huh? Is this your death spot?” He smirked as he heard the spider’s laugh go silent, “Yeah, that’s right, shut up cause you can’t handle the truth. That or it tickles way too much for you to even laugh. I’m heavily relying on the latter.” He chuckled as Angel managed to get out a “SHUT UP” before dissolving into more silent cackles.
Having an evil idea, Husk gave Angel a small breather. The spider was greedily taking in gulps of air as he giggled his fluffy head off. “Ohohokay, ya hahad yohour fuhun, let me up nohow!” Angel said as he used his top arms to prop himself up on his elbows.
“Not so fast, I’m not done yet~” Husk growled out that last word, finally turning around to face Angel. He had to fight to not smile at the latter’s pink face and teary eyes. Not to mention his huge smile. Angel can deny it all he wants, but this is one of his favourite forms of affection to receive from Husk.
However, Husk kept up the “evil ler” behaviour as he started spidering his claws around Angel’s stomach. “The itsy bitsy spiiiderrr went up the water spout!” He sang as he slowly spidered closer to Angel’s ribs. The spider groaned out as he hysterically giggled.
“Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thehehe stuhuhupid sohohohong!” Angel covered his face again, but quickly glued his arms to his sides with a squeak as Husk poked at his upper under arms.
“Down came the rain,” At this, Husk continued to poke his claws now Angel’s ribs, down his sides, and a few quick pokes to his hips just for good measures, “And washed the spider out!” As he sang the last part, he dragged his claws to Angel’s knees again, spidering over the tops and undersides of his ridiculously ticklish joints.
Husk was having much more fun than he wanted to let show. He always enjoyed turning Angel into a giggly, blushy mess, and this was his favourite way to do so. To be mean, he stayed at that spot for 30 seconds longer than necessary until Angel managed to giggle out, “MOHOHOVE OHOHON! PLEHEHEAHASEHE!” so he decided to be merciful.
“Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,” He continued as he moved back to Angel’s hips, giving them a few exploding-spiders and enjoying how that tactic seemed to work a lot better than the poking, “and the itsy bitsy spiiiderrr, went up the spout again” He finished by digging his claws into Angel’s lower pair of underarms. Angel’s laugh went from shrieky gasps to silent very fast. “Holy shit, you might be the most ticklish person I’ve ever met”
Angel couldn’t respond, so he resorted to weakly flipping Husk off. As retaliation, Husk started doing the “exploding spider” trick on Angel’s shoulders, said sinner dissolved into helpless giggles as he weakly tapped on the cat’s leg. “MEHEHehehrcy! IhIhIhI gihihive! I GIHIHIVE! HUHUHUHUSK!” With one final scribble to Angel’s higher pair of underarms, Husk decided his friend had enough. He ran his and (or paw? idrk) through Angel’s hair, resisting the urge to tease him for leaning into the contact.
“Had fun?” Husk asked with a smirk on his usually grumpy face.
“S-Shuhut up, yohohou bully!” Angel blushed as he shooed his friend away from his hair, quickly fixing it because he just knew it was messy.
Husk chuckled, getting up off the couch and going back to the bar, Angel following after he was done with his hair.
