Meevi | She/Her | 19 | Always SFW | Writes fics that involve tickling I also occasionally draw! | Feel free to send an ask anytime! | Bisexual and Aromantic| I usually do my favorite characters getting tickled sometimes I do myself
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Perhaps lee hawks fic? He's a cutie I can't, ler Dabi perhaps? I can't think of anyone else but whoever you'd like !!!
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A/n THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING! I love Hawks, and to be honest I was already working on a Hawks x Reader fanfic! Anyways HERE'S YOUR FANFIC!
Hawks was asleep...till 11:00 am, Dabi needed him to get up so they can get their day started, but they can't do that WITH A SLEEPING BIRD.
Dabi: Kei, wake up...
No answer
Dabi: Keigo. Up. Now.
Still no answer....
Dabi: I swear to fucking God, Keigo GET UP!
Dabi tried shaking up side to side but the bird was still sound asleep, the only thing heard was his soft grunts and snores.
Dabi, feeling annoyed, looked at his sleeping boyfriend and an idea sparked.
Dabi: Keigo~...if you don't get up I'll have to use your weakness~... wouldn't want that now do we?
Hawks still didn't answer, so Dabi cracked his knuckles, and gently pulled the covers back.
Hawks snorted but ultimately didn't wake up yet.
Dabi started at belly, gently scratching the slight chub of his underbelly.
Hawks squirmed a bit, not much a reaction.
Dabi: I hope my boyfriend doesn't have a weak spot in a tummy~
Dabi took his fingers and poked his belly in different places. This managed to get a small reaction from Hawks, he squirmed more, as Dabi continued his poking.
Dabi: Oh is this a poor bellybutton? It would be a shame if someone poked inside it~
He poked at his bellybutton, Hawks let out small giggles, the giggles began increasing into laughs.
Hawks: Hehehe, Touyahaha, what are you dohohoing?
Hawks turned on his side dozing back off.
Dabi: Oh no you don't.
He grabs his wrist and put it over Hawks head, holding it in place.
He took his fingernail and scratched the middle of his armpit.
Hawks: Ahahaha! Touya! Stohop!
Dabi: Are you gonna wake up?
Hawks: Touyahaha I'm sleheheheepy! Leave me alone!
Dabi: But we got things to do today, come on.
Dabi took all 4 of his fingers and scratched the poor birds armpit, making the man squeak.
Hawks: AAHAHAHA! TOUYA!
Dabi: Hmm? What's wrong? Can't take it?
Hawks: LET MEHEHE GO!
Dabi: Oooh no can do, Dove, I gotta wake up my boyfriend.
Hawks: I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAHAHAHAKE! PLEASE!
Dabi didn't stop, he inched his fingers down to his ribs.
Dabi: Do you think you got the same amount of ribs as I do?
Hawks: TOUYA! Touya please! Don't!
Dabi: Get up then.
Hawks shook his head.
Hawks: OK ok ok ok I will!
Dabi: Ok good, I think you deserve a reward for listening to me~
Hawks eyes widen at the tone Dabi used.
Dabi let go of the birds hand...and moved to behind his ribs.
Hawks: NONONONO! PLEASE!
Dabi took a deep breath, and planted his lips right in Hawks sides, and blew a long raspberry.
Hawks squealed and shrieked, and to make it worse Dabi would shake his head side to side making the tickling worse.
After 30 more antagonizing minutes, Dabi finally let up.
Hawks was left a panting, sweaty mess.
Hawks: You're... you're evil!
Dabi: Well I'm a villain for a reason, now come on, I got plans.
E/n THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING FOR THIS it was fun for me to write! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading...and till next time!
Putting You In Your Place || 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic
Summary: After seventy years, Vox finally has Alastor right where he wants him, but the Radio Demon refuses to let his will be broken. Well, there are remedies for that, as Vox is more than eager to remind him.
Warnings: Bondage, adult language, and dubcon (Alastor doesn't hate the tickling nearly as much as he pretends too, but the power imbalance at play could throw some people off).
Word Count: 2,333 words.
Victory tasted so good.
For a time, Vox had his doubts. Decades of fighting and petty back and fourths had done little to bring Alastor to his side or to his knees, and that smug prick remained seemingly unbothered all the while, smiling that stupid smile, laughing that stupid laugh, acting as if he was above it all.
Well, fuck him, Vox had done it. Finally, FINALLY, he had the Radio Demon at his mercy.
The circumstances leading up to Alastor's capture were still rather...odd, for lack of a better word. What started off as a typical fight between the two had spiraled into a full-on brawl as their respective supporters came to their aid.
Even injured, Alastor had put up one hell of a fight, but all it had taken to get him blurting out sweet deals and promises was a gun to that little maid's head. Vox had nearly scoffed, a mixture of disbelief and slight jealousy bubbling up inside of him. What, Vox hadn't been good enough to work with, but that little psycho and the rest of his hotel "friends" were? He didn't know whether to scream or laugh.
But as he listened to the deal Alastor laid out, so simple y et so enticing, anger gave way to bewildered excitement. Surely, there had to be a catch. That couldn't be all Alastor was asking for, could it?
And yet, here they were, Alastor bound to a chair across from Vox's desk, slumped over with a look of tired annoyance about him. He was still smiling, of course, but it was strained, as if the deer demon was barely keeping his composure.
The thought had Vox grinning like a shark.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this moment. The great Radio Demon, brought to his knees before me." He chuckled. "Honestly, Heaven is going to pale in comparison to this feeling."
Alastor rolled his eyes, letting out a little scoff. "Ever the narcissist, aren't you? Don’t tell me YOU are going for redemption."
The TV overlord snorted. “What? Fuck no! I don’t want redemption, I want dominion! All of Hell and all of Heaven, bending to my will!” He cackled.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you! As if you wouldn’t want the same.”
Alastor stayed silent. Vox leaned forward, elbows propped on his desk and fingers resting beneath his chin. “How does it feel, knowing you could have shared all of this with me? That you could have been a god, and instead you’ve been reduced to this; my little toy.”
A growl tore through Alastor’s throat. “You think me a fool? We both know you never share anything. And I’m certainly not your “toy,” as you so eloquently put it.”
"Is that right?" Vox cocked his head to the side. "Last time I checked, you were MINE, now. I can do whatever I damn well please with you, and I have an unfortunate habit of breaking my playthings."
"Fuck you."
A bark of laughter erupted from the other overlord, claws scraping across his desk as he stood. Alastor still had fight in him; that infuriating defiance and sense of superiority. Good; Vox looked forward to the challenge. After all, what fun would this be if Alastor broke into pitiful begging and despair right away? No, his former friend was better than that.
"Still running that mouth?" A hand moved forward, grabbing Alastor by the jaw and bringing his gaze up to meet his captor's.
Immediately, Alastor's head lunged forward, teeth snapping at Vox's fingers and missing by mere inches.
The other pulled back with a small gasp, eyes wide with shock before narrowing into near slits. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Maybe I should have kept that muzzle on you." He growled, hand moving to grip the deer sinner by the throat. "You know what happens to pets that bite, don't you?"
Alastor stilled under the touch, throat moving beneath the other's palm as he swallowed. "I'm not your pet!" He hissed, barely subdued fury lacing his words.
Vox stared at him for a moment, as if considering something. His eyes drifted down to Alastor's throat, then back up to his face, before a sly grin slowly spread across his screen. "Ohooo, you know what? I think I just remembered something." His voice was a borderline purr.
“What, how to have some class? Because you’ve not had that for decades, I’m afraid.”
Vox began to circle Alastor like a vulture. "No, no, something far more interesting." He sounded far too devious for Alastor's comfort.
Suddenly, fingers gripped one of Alastor's ears from behind, rubbing it gently between a thumb and forefinger. The deer sinner had to bite back a startled sound, eyes widened with shock as the appendage instinctually tried to twitch away.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Alastor forced out through gritted teeth.
Vox let out an amused chuckle. "What's the matter, Al? Don't tell me you're still ticklish?" His tone was smooth as silk, yet his words sent a shutter down Alastor's spine.
Fuck.
"Ticklish? Preposterous. I never was to begin with, so I don't know where that silly notion came from!" Alastor replied, trying to keep his voice calm and collected, despite his rapidly increasing heartrate.
The hand rubbing his ear moved up to tease the tip as Vox's free hand slipped around to regrasp the radio host's throat, holding his head still. "Don't lie to me." Vox murmured into his ear. "We both know damn well how sensitive you are."
Memories flashed through Alastor's head; days spent more than a little tipsy in a dingy smoking parlor, giggling and prodding at one another like a pair of children. At the time, Alastor had been far more openly affectionate, a practice he had since quashed. It wouldn't do for an overlord to allow himself to be seen in such a state, more or less to allow others to know how much he enjoyed it.
After he and Vox parted ways, Alastor had ensured that all who had witnessed that side of him were...taken care of. All but one, who now seemed determined to remind him of his little weakness.
"You're delusional." Alastor huffed, eyes narrowed as his breath caught in his throat. Vox's fingers had suddenly shifted downwards, trailing along the trapped ear before fluttering across his neck.
"Is that so? Then you won't mind me playing around for a bit, now, will you?" Vox's eyes met his, smugness oozing from his expression. Alastor couldn't wait to smash his screen in the first chance he got.
The Radio Demon opened his mouth, as if to give another sassy retort, and that's when his captor chose to strike. Clawed fingers came to life, scurrying across the exposed plane of Alastor's neck in a swift, brutal dance.
The words died on Alastor's lips as a startled yelp, following by something that sound suspiciously like a giggle, burst from his lips. Immediately, his mouth closed again, pressed into a firm line as his body shook with barely contained mirth.
Vox looked like he couldn't have been more delighted. "That shut you up real quick, didn't it, brat?" He taunted, scribbling under Alastor's chin before darting down to place a few sporadic prods to the deer demon's ribcage. "Man, if that's all it takes to get you to shut your mouth, I should have done this a long time ago!"
A screech of radio feedback rang through the air, almost resembling the cry of an elk, as Alastor squirmed against his restrains.
He could feel his shadows, his magic, squirming desperately beneath his skin, trying to manifest to protect their host. And yet, they remained locked inside of him, the constraints of his deal with Vox keeping them at bay. He was the other's prisoner, and his powers could not be freed until HE was, both physically and contractually.
"I-I will KILL yohohou!" Alastor cursed the giggly stammer; he was already losing his grip, his control. No, no, no, this wasn't right! This couldn't be happening! It was...childish, utterly pathetic!
And still, here they were, Vox grinning like he'd just won the lottery and Alastor wishing the bastard would just fall off a cliff.
"Oooh, you're sooo scaaary right now!" Vox teased, both hands now targeting his captive's ribs. Claws raked across the protruding bones, moving up and down, as if using a washboard. "Why don't you just go on and giggle for me some more, huh? 'Cause you're not getting out of this anytime soon!"
Alastor shook his head stubbornly, hair tussled as he jerked against his bindings. He bit his lower lip so hard he could taste blood; it was a welcome distraction.
"No? That's fine by me; it would be such a waste if you broke so quickly." Vox crooned, beginning to pluck at each rib individual in a seemingly inconsequential pattern...unless Alastor registered a vague familiarity to the movements; they were mimicking how one would play the piano.
Oh, Vox was DEAD when he got his hands on him!
"Don't you forget! You're mine to keep! I'll tickle and torment all night long until I make you weep!" The TV sinner sang, a burst of excited electricity shooting between his antennas.
Alastor felt his cheeks heating, no doubt turning a similar shade of red to his hair and attire. "Shuhuhuhuhuht uhuhuhuhuhup, you fohohohohohool!" He growled before finally collapsing into a fit of giggles, head tossed back.
Vox's grin sharpened at the small victory; one small step towards breaking the proud Radio Demon. It wasn't much, but it was certainly a start. "What's the matter, old pal? Can't take a little singing?" He mocked. "I thought you enjoyed theatrics!"
Alastor's legs kicked out frantically, the only part of himself he was really able to move, his chest heaving with mirth. "I sahahahahahahaid shuhuhuhuhuhut up!"
"Not a chance." Vox's attack moved downwards, latching onto the deer demon's sides and beginning to squeeze, slow and methodical. "In fact, I think you could do with a little humbling, little buck."
Alastor's laughter heightened in pitch, torso jerking from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the tickling sensations. It was almost uncharacteristically boyish, unlike his typical maniacal cackle, and Vox felt his own screen heating up at the sound.
Deciding to get experimental, Vox began to shoot small bursts of electricity through his fingertips, curling his claws into Alastor's sides to hold him still as the staticky, ticklish bursts zapped directly into his nervous system. "Let's see how you like this, old timer."
Oh fuck, that was bad. Really, really bad. Alastor borderline squealed, a noise that mortified him to no end, before high-pitched cackles tumbled out of him in waves. "Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuck!" He cursed, eyes squeezed shut. "Dohohohohohon't!"
"Ohooo, was that begging I just heard?" Vox looked like he just received the world's best Christmas gift, features lighting up with amusement.
Alastor shook his head stubbornly, ears pinning back. "Nohohohohoho!" He argued. "I swear, w-whehehehehen I get free, I'm gohohohoing to-"
The other overlord clawed a hand, digging it into Alastor's stomach before vibrating it ruthlessly. Alastor's words were cut off by a giggly cry, his voice filter temporarily cutting out before coming back full force. "OHOHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" He shook his head feverishly, sucking in his stomach in a vain attempt to protect himself from the ticklish assault.
Vox burst into laughter himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "Still got a ticklish wittle tummy, I see!" He snickered, continuing to claw at the sensitive abdomen. "What a shame, 'cause I think I'm going to stay right here." The other overlord let out an odd noise, not unlike a fawn's bleat, as a claw found it's way to his navel, sending Vox into another fit of hysterics. "Christ, you BLEAT? I don't remember hearing THAT!"
Alastor was going to kill him. The second he got free, he was going to throw that pompous television onto his desk and give him something to laugh about!
That is, if he didn't die of laughter (or embarrassment) first.
"FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK! G-GEHEHEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHAWAY FROM THEHEHEHEHERE!" Alastor tried to sound threatening, he really did, but laughter tended to strip any menace from one's voice.
"Uh, FUCK NO! This is GREAT! I should turn the cameras on, let all of Hell see what a giggly little fawn the great Radio Demon is!" Vox threatened, earning a noise of indignation (and panic) from his rival. "Buuut, you were right about one thing. I don't like to share, and this? THIS is all for ME!"
Oh, thank Satan for that.
"Now, let's see how that tummy of yours takes a few shocks, hm?" Vox purred, voice distorting slightly with television static.
Alastor only had one moment to process the statement before he was sent into another wave of hysteria, bleat after bleat tearing from his throat as small shocks attacked his helpless stomach. It was mortifying, overwhelming...and strangely nostalgic, in a way, though Alastor pushed that last thought to the back of his mind as soon as it formed. No, he was NOT enjoying this! He WASN'T!
And yet, it seemed Vox had noticed his lack of real objection as well, grin morphing into something borderline playful; an expression Alastor hadn't seen in decades.
"You still like this, don't you?" He crooned, keeping up the ticklish shocks to prevent Alastor from being able to protest the statement. "Well, shit, some thing never change, do they? Lets see what else has stayed the same, hm? How about those hips? They still bad?"
Alastor was royally fucked. He could only hope he could find a way to free himself (or, worst case scenario, that someone would come to his rescue) before he was reduced to a pleading mess.
One thing was certain, though; the second the opportunity presented itself, he was going to make Vox feel each and every thing he put him through, starting with those ticklish antennas of his.
We're taking a different approach on this for a second... RADIOSTATIC SPICY HEADCANON TIME!!!!!
And before someone comes and says "Alastor's asexual" I know he is, but Asexual people can also have relationships and have intimate moments with others, just not all the time like other...ANYWAYS ENJOY
Alastor!
❤️ Alastor is a bottom but he doesn't like to think he is.
❤️ Alastor's ears and tail(Vox lied he has a tail)are really sensitive (this'll come up later)
❤️ Alastor is a bit of a masochist, so when he got the scar it hurts, duh, but the soreness after it was stitched up gets him turned on.
❤️ Alastor always liked Vox, and even considered him as a valid partner, but after their little argument he decided otherwise.
❤️ Alastor is a pillow princess.
❤️ He's into edging...just not on himself.
❤️ Alastor is self conscious about his hooves so he used to wear socks to hide it.
❤️ He's into blow jobs, giving and receiving.
❤️ Alastor used to only let Vox touch him.
Vox
🩵 Vox used to make Valentino dress like Alastor when he got intimate.
🩵 Vox likes biting.
🩵 Vox would ask to record them, but Alastor would refuse.
🩵 Vox will sometimes used electricity during their sex.
🩵 Vox wants kids but knows Alastor can't get pregnant(or so he thought)
🩵 Vox sometimes wishes he were a woman.
🩵 Vox is into air play and edging.
🩵 Vox is a mix of a sadist and a masochist.
🩵 Vox loves Al's hooves, and so the first time Al let him see them, he worshipped them.
A/n I'm sorry for taking a long break! I'm hoping this'll make up for it! I also got a new style of how I write my fanfictions! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!!!!!!!
Vox had invited Al over to his home after a night of drinking. At first the deer was skeptical, Vox had a tendency to...steer away from what he originally asked.
Nevertheless Alastor came along with Vox to his new apartment.
Vox: Welcome, to my new place, Al!
Alastor: Wow, it's quite cozy if you ask me.
Vox: Why isn't that high praise, come I'll show you to the living room.
They walked to the living room, the deer was taking in all the decorations and the scenery of his "friends" new home.
Soon they stopped at the living room, and Al sat down.
Vox: Would you like a snack? I can bring you some of those chocolate covered fingers you like so much!
Alastor: Oh no my friend I wouldn't want to bother you!
Vox: Oh but you must! I just bought them...for you.
Alastor: Oh well if you spent your money on me, I might as well.
He took the fingers and ate them, Vox wasn't much of a cannibal, so he just watched the love of his life eat up the fingers he bought him.
After Al was done, Vox offered to turn on the TV.
Vox: Would you like to watch a movie? We could try to find something you like?
Alastor: Oh darling, you know I don't like these old picture boxes! Let's just play some cards.
Vox brought out some playing cards and they began to play.
Vox: Hey uh...Al?
Alastor: Hmm?
Vox: Why don't we make this interesting? If I win, you have to let me do whatever I want to you! If you win, you can do whatever you want to me!
Alastor: Hmmm...pretty enticing...deal!
The men both played cards, sadly Vox won...well sad for Al, not sad for you, me and Vox-
Vox: Aha! I win Alastor!
Alastor: Yeah yeah, now what is it you wish to do with me?
Vox: I have a few ideas.
Before Al can comprehend anything, Vox was already on top of him, attacking his ribs.
Alastor was laughing, but it wasn't quite the reaction Vox was wanting.
Alastor: Hahahaha! Vohohohox, what is the meheheheaning of this!
Vox: Uh, duh! I'm tickling you!
Alastor: Well dohohohon't!
Vox: Don't what? Deary?
Alastor: Tickle mehehe!
Vox: Oh tickle you? Well of course I will!
Vox soon realized that Alastor's giggles only peaked when he got close to his belly.
Vox: Hmm...what about here?
Alastor: VOX! NOHOHOHO!!!!
Vox attacked his belly, tickling the sensitive area with his claws.
Vox: I'm so glad God gave me these claws when I came to hell, they're perfect for tickling poor little bucks~
Alastor continued to cackle and laugh, his laughter reaching new octaves when Vox swirled his claw in his bellybutton.
Vox: Awwww, does my little Allie got a giggle button?
Alastor: GET yohohour finger OHOHOHOHOUT!
Vox infact did not get his finger out of his sensitive belly button.
Vox: Aww but it's so cute! Do you think I can still blow a raspberry?
Alastor couldn't even answer the mix of anticipation and dread.
Vox took a deep breath in and his screen met Al's belly, which is starting to turn red from all the tickling.
Vox let out a long and loud raspberry, and his theory was correct Vox could blow a raspberry on Al's sensitive tummy and Al would still laugh his pretty little head off.
Vox: Oh so I can blow a raspberry! How cute~
Alastor: I fuhuhucking HAHAHAHATE YOU!
Vox gasps with fake offense.
Vox: How dare you! I'm here trying to give you a good ol time, but you go and not only say you hate me...but you swear at me!? Oh you're getting it now!
Vox pulls Al's legs up to take his shoe off.
Vox: You know Al, for as long as we've known each other I never got to see if you had hooves or not, guess I'll find out tonight~
Alastor did infact have hooves, which Vox gushed over.
Vox: Awww look at your 2 cute little toes! Al you're just one big ball of cuteness aren't you?
Al went to say something snarky, but Vox began to work on his hooves.
Alastor: AHAHA! VOHOHOX! StohohOHOHOP!
Vox: Stop? But I haven't gotten into the best part yet!
Vox opened Alastor's 2 toes and tickled the skin in-between.
This made Alastor jump in both shock and the intense tickle feeling.
Vox: Aww my poor ticklish fawn, to ticklish for your own good huh?
Alastor couldn't even speak with the tickling and the baby talk, and the teasing.
Vox: I sure hope Rosie doesn't see this, she'll never let you live this down!
Alastor: NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE DON'T TELL HER!
Vox: Oh begging now are we!? Can't believe I got THE Radio Demon to beg!
Vox tickled the deer for another 30 seconds before stopping his assult.
Alastor was breathing heavily and giggling while trying to glare at Vox.
Alastor: I...I hate you...so much...
Vox: Oh you don't mean that, deer! You secretly love me!
Alastor smirked, then sat up taking the cards and reshuffling them.
Alastor: How about another round...pal?
E/n THANKS FOR READING MY RADIOSTATIC FANFIC! It took me about 30 minutes but I really enjoyed writing it! Thanks for reading! And have a ticklish night💕
It started with something small.
Charlie had been humming while cleaning up around the hotel, bright and bubbly like usual, when she noticed Vaggie watching her with that look.
“What?” Charlie asked innocently, as she stacked books.
“Nothing,” Vaggie muttered, arms crossed, though the faintest smirk tugged at her lips.
Charlie’s eyes lit up, she knew that look. “You’re smiling.”
“I am not.”
“You are!” Charlie sang, bouncing over. “C’mon, admit it—you like it when I sing while I work.”
“I said nothing, Charlie,” Vaggie huffed, but her cheeks betrayed her.
Charlie gasped dramatically, clasping her hands together. “You’re blushing!”
Vaggie’s eye twitched. “Drop it, Charlie.”
But Charlie didn’t drop it. Instead, she got that mischievous sparkle in her eyes—the one Vaggie knew meant trouble. “Nooo, I don’t think I will,” she said, wiggling her fingers menacingly.
“Charlie. Don’t.”
“Oh, I definitely will.”
Before Vaggie could back away, Charlie pounced, pinning her gently against the couch. Vaggie’s tough exterior cracked instantly as Charlie’s fingers dug into her sides.
“NOHOHO! CHARLIE, STAHAHAHAP!” Vaggie burst into laughter, squirming violently under her girlfriend’s surprisingly strong grip.
Charlie giggled right along with her, tail wagging like mad. “Aww, you’re sooo ticklish! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“CUHUHUS I DIHIDN’T WAHANT YOU TO UHUHUSE IT AGAHAHINST ME!” Vaggie wheezed, kicking her legs uselessly.
“That’s exactly why I’m using it against you!” Charlie teased, fingers dancing up toward Vaggie’s underarms.
“FUUUCHAHAH-HAHAH!” Vaggie screeched, thrashing harder, but Charlie just laughed and kept going, absolutely delighted.
“You’re adorable when you laugh like this,” Charlie cooed, nuzzling her cheek against Vaggie’s hair while still scribbling mercilessly at her ribs. “All tough and scary until I do this—” she gave a playful squeeze, earning a squeal, “—and suddenly you’re my giggly little angel!”
Vaggie continued to howl, tears streaming from her laughter, but her tone was powerless against Charlie’s sunshine beam.
After a few more seconds, Charlie finally relented, flopping beside her and cuddling close. Vaggie lay panting, glaring with flushed cheeks.
“You’re evil,” Vaggie muttered, still giggling under her breath.
Charlie kissed her temple sweetly. “Nope. I’m the Princess of Hell. Big difference.”
Vaggie rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.
He’d been snarking from the corner while Vicky was working on her bike, tossing in passive-aggressive little comments like it was an Olympic sport.
“That should be over there.”
“No, seriously, are you trying to break the damn bike?”
“Pretty sure Aunt Anna does it better.”
That last one was the final nail in his coffin.
Vicky slammed her wrench down, stood up, and pointed right at him. “Alright, you little smartass. You think you’re funny? I’ll show you funny.”
Dee’s eyes went wide. He sat up, hands raised defensively. “Wait, Mom, don’t-”
Too late. Vicky pounced on him with the precision of someone who had years of experience pinning squirmy kids.
“NO! MOM, STOP, WAIT!” Dee yelped, already writhing as Vicky trapped his wrists with one hand. Her nails hovered menacingly over his ribs.
“You wanna run that mouth at me?” Vicky snarled, though there was a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “Fine. Let’s see how much you’re talkin’ when you’re losing your shit laughing.”
And then...attack.
Her nails dug mercilessly into his sides, and Dee screamed with laughter. “FUCK! HAHAHAA MOOOM! STOOOP!”
“Stop?” Vicky barked out a laugh, scratching up into his armpits. “You don’t get to say stop. You don’t get to say shit, you little fucker. You think you can sass me and walk away?”
Dee was thrashing, kicking at the couch cushions, absolutely undone. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T! MOOOM, SERIOUSLY-!”
“You’re my kid, Dee. That means you get disciplined in MY-style.” She spidered her fingers across his stomach, and Dee let out a high pitched squeal that made her cackle.
“OH FUCK NO! NOT THEHEHERE! HAHAHAA! MOOOM!”
“YEAH, RIGHT THERE!” she shot back, relentless. “You got smart remarks now? Huh?!”
“N-NOHOHOHO! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” Dee wailed, face red, hair sticking in every direction as he laughed helplessly.
Finally, when he was reduced to breathless giggles, Vicky released him and crossed her arms, smug as hell. “That’ll teach your ass.”
Dee curled up on the floor, still giggling, glaring at her through tears. “Y-You’re evil.”
Vicky smirked, flicking his forehead. “Damn right. And don’t you forget it.”
She grabbed her wrench again like nothing happened, while Dee sat there trying to catch his breath, silently plotting revenge he absolutely would not be brave enough to carry out.
Jax prided himself on being untouchable. Nothing rattled him, nothing got under his skin, and definitely no one could make him crack before he wanted to. He strutted around the Digital Circus like he owned the place, slinging snarky one-liners and smirks like a deck of cards.
Which was exactly why Zooble was watching him with that look.
“You’ve been annoying all day,” they muttered, crossing their mismatched arms.
“Annoying? Me?” Jax gasped dramatically, ears flicking back as he leaned in close. “I’m a delight. You just don’t appreciate fine comedy.”
Zooble rolled their eyes so hard it was almost audible. “You’re about as funny as a glitch screen.”
That smug grin didn’t budge. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Zoob. Just admit it—you wish you had my charm.”
That was the final straw. With a wicked grin of their own, Zooble lunged.
“Wait, HEY! What’re you-!” Jax yelped as Zooble pinned him to the floor in one swift, mechanical move. His long limbs flailed uselessly as Zooble locked him down.
“Let’s test that theory,” Zooble said coolly, and their claws went right for his ribs.
The effect was instant. Jax dissolved into loud, unrestrained laughter, jerking violently but unable to shake Zooble off.
“NO! NO! ZOOBLE! HAAHAH! STOP, THIS IS ILLEEEGAL!” Jax shrieked, cackling so hard his ears twitched uncontrollably.
Zooble smirked, fingers scribbling mercilessly up his sides. “Illegal? Oh, I’m pretty sure this is sanctioned payback. You’ve been asking for it all day.”
“NUUUH-HUHHUH! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIHIHIS!” Jax kicked the ground, laughter spilling out in frantic waves. His usual composed, smug demeanor was obliterated in seconds.
Zooble tilted their head. “You’re so loud. For someone who likes to run their mouth, you sure can’t keep it together.”
Their claws spidered up toward his neck, and Jax squealed—a sound he would deny until the end of time. “NOT THEHEHEHERE-ZOOHOOBLE!”
“Exactly here,” Zooble deadpanned, digging in just enough to earn another burst of helpless laughter.
By the time they finally let up, Jax was a gasping mess, ears drooping, face flushed. He glared weakly up at them, trying to salvage his pride.
“You’re...such....a....jerk,” he panted, still giggling under his breath.
Zooble leaned back smugly, dusting off their hands. “And you’re ticklish. Guess that makes us even.”
Jax sat up, scowling half-heartedly, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Don’t… tell anyone.”
