#tickle things

This was torture.

He had been a captive of Vox for hours now, not even a full day, yet it feels as though he’s been trapped for years. What a stupid decision..and he couldn’t even voice his opinion, all because of this stupid fucking mask. He was forced to watch as Vox made his speeches and celebrated his ‘win’.

Later that day, Alastor was placed in the corner of Vox’s office as he was doing a bit of work to get on top of his business. Suddenly, Vox stretches and stands up, slowly walking over to him. God, now what? Was he gonna rip open his stitches again? Brag about capturing him? What..he flinches at the sudden touch, but then just feels a wave of confusion as Vox takes off his mask.

“Tell me, Alastor. Why is this Charlie Morningstar girl so important to you that you’d give up your freedom for her?” Vox smirks down at him, gently lifting his chin up to face his screen.

“…I said I’d be your captor. I never said I’d tell you anything.” Alastor snaps his mouth closed, refusing to elaborate or say any more. Vox didn’t deserve to know anything.

Vox chuckles, “as stubborn as ever, huh.” He lets go of his chin, his claws slightly running against Alastor’s neck for a quick moment. However, he doesn’t miss the minuscule flinch Alastor does in reaction to said touch. Interesting.

He pushes the collar of Alastor’s shirt slightly open so he can see the scar on his chest. Alastor’s breath hitches as he feels Vox’s claw start to glide along the sensitive skin around the stitches. Fuck, that’s so bad.. He really didn’t realize how unbelievably more sensitive that area was compared to everywhere else on his torso, and god did it tickle.

Vox’s grin grew wider at the sight of Alastor’s tension rising and his smile twitching from the light touch. Very interesting in deed.

“Hm. Alastor, you’re quite twitchy. Could it be..you’re ticklish, here?”

He practically winces at the call-out. Damn, he didn’t expect him to immediately know exactly why he was so tense, honestly impressive. But still. He’s fucked now..

“Of course not, that’s absolutely childish. I am no such thing.”

Vox snickers at his adamant defense. Oh well, that just means more reason to tease him with this newfound weakness~

“Come on, there’s no reason to lie. I find it quite adorable, you, a mighty overlord who brings terror to all, turned into a giggly puddle just from some little tickles? Cute.”

Alastor can’t help the rising heat toward his cheeks, what a mess. Get a grip, Alastor..you can’t let him know how vulnerable tickling makes you feel..especially since you know how much more..sensitive..you are here than when you were alive..

“I am anything but cute, statichead. Don’t make me laugh.”

Vox smirks. What a perfect transition.

“Oh, I’ll make you laugh alright. Just do me a favor and..be still. Not like you have a choice~”

He then quickly wraps his wires around his ankles and wrists and pins him in the air, his shirt still partially opened. Vox then walks up behind him and gently runs a nail down his back excruciatingly slowly, causing a violent shudder from Alastor at the tickly trail it left behind

“Ugh, forgot you had no tail. Bet it’d be ticklish if you did, though. Which reminds me..how ticklish would your ears be, Alastor?”

His eyes widen instinctively at the mention of his ears. Oh no. Everything that had been added onto his body after death had a tendency to be more..sensitive, than the rest of him. That being said, he’d never let anybody get close enough to try and tickle his ears, not even Rosie had ever tried. But that’s more so because she never thought to, he almost shivered at the recollection of how many times she had wrecked him..but—the idea of his ears being tickled? This is gonna be one long day..

Vox reaches up and starts gently scratching at the base of Alastor’s ear, eliciting a squeal not even the radio demon himself anticipated.

“Ohohoh, someone’s got a sweet spot~ this is fun!” He starts getting into the tickling more, instead of just using it to humiliate Alastor, he begins to enjoy the feeling of tickling somebody—oh yeah. He’d been so caught up with his plans of taking over heaven and all that he forgot how much of a ler he was, he hadn’t even noticed the desperate ler mood he’d dug himself into after so long without a lee..heh. What better a person to relieve it onto than Alastor?~

Alastor practically screams once Vox really starts tickling his ears, strategically using his electricity to heighten the sensitivity of the nerves in his ears even more as he uses both hands to flutter his sharp claws along Alastor’s ears simultaneously.

“EEHEHAHAHA!! F- GAHA! STAHAHAP- NOHO!”

His cheeks burn a deep red at how humiliating this felt, how could a sophisticated overlord like himself get so overwhelmed from a few touches to his ears? It’s embarrassing. But oh. My. God. He couldn’t handle this, especially not with his stupid electricity tickling him too, this was so unbelievably ticklish..

“Wow, Bambi. Never thought I’d see the day you’re shrieking and laughing under my claws~” Vox teases, his enjoyment increasing with each giddy squeak Alastor unwillingly releases.

“GAHAHAHA!! GET OHOHOFF!” He can’t help the way his ears twitch under his touch, reflexively trying to get away from the unbearable tickliness. If he thought he was being tortured before, he KNEW he was now..

“no thanks, Al. This is fun, I wonder how long I can keep this up before you get all desperate and soft on me~” he teases as one hand wanders down to his ribs, gently tweaking each one and skittering between bones.

Much to his surprise, he can hear Alastor’s radio filter dissipate slightly—wait..does his real laugh come out when he gets too ticklish? Ohoh, this is good. He quickly digs his claws into the deer demon’s stomach, kneading into all the pressure points on his stomach.

“Jeez, you’re ticklish, Bambi. Did you know your radio filter starts disappearing when you’re tickled?”

Alastor can’t help the flush on his cheeks at the reminder of that embarrassing reaction his body has to tickles.

“EEHEHAHAHA— DOHOHON’T REHEMIND ME.”

Vox grins, his eyes trailing over his body, searching for any spots that call to him and seem like the perfect place to really drive him crazy and get rid of the filter completely.

Ooh, that works.

Suddenly, Alastor’s thoughts screech to an abrupt halt at the unbearable shockwave of tickles that runs through his nerves. Vox had taken both of his hands and drilled into the dips in Alastor’s hips, directly into the well-known pressure point that drives a certain deer absolutely insane.

There’s a brief screech of radio static, then—Alastor’s laugh cuts through it, his real one, with no filter—..woah. Vox couldn’t help the slight blush rising to his cheeks at the nice sound..fuck. Snap out of it, Vox. You dropped that long ago.

“GAHAHAHAHA!! WAITWAITWAIT HEEHEHAHAHAHA NAHAT THERE! EEHEEK!”

Alastor thrashes violently and bucks his hips desperately, mirth swelling up in his eyes from the intense tickling. God, how embarrassing is this? Him, a great and might overlord, feared by all, reduced to a soon-to-be-begging-if-this-doesn’t-stop-soon little deer demon. But..he’d be lying if he said he didn’t..kind of enjoy this. The feeling, he means. Of being tickled. He’d always enjoyed it, the tingles and all that, just..not how vulnerable he felt.

“You good, Al? You’re uh..limp”

Alastor hadn’t even noticed he’d gone limp during his spaced out state- he was just overwhelmed by the amount of tickles he was feeling, he couldn’t think straight. He weakly nods his head as he laughs, signaling that he was fine. Although..he wasn’t sure he could take much more.

He felt a mixture of relief and..desperation..? No, can’t be. When he feels Vox cease his tickle attack. Was he done already? Doesn’t seem like he was, he looked as if he was really enjoying being Alastor’s ler before..

“..Vox..? What..Hmhm..happEHEEK! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Alastor’s whole torso tenses and squirms at the intense feeling of Vox’s claws digging into his stomach and zapping him with constant low-voltage electric shocks that made him feel a hundred times more ticklish to his already unbearable touch.

“Pfft- I noticed how badly my electricity got to ya earlier, figured I’d try it but tenfold on a good spot~”

Vox honestly found the sight of Alastor losing his shit over his unbelievably ticklish body to be..adorable. Maybe he should do this more often, not because he wanted to hear his laugh more!- but..to show dominance. Yeah. Al was getting too cocky for his liking, anyways. He had to knock him down a few pegs, and he could tell how flustering this was to the radio demon.

Just as Alastor was reaching his breaking point, something he had no idea happens when he’s overwhelmed by tickles happens. He starts to hiccup—damn. That’s even more embarrassing, and now it’s even harder to catch his breath..he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle this..wonder if Vox would oblige to a safe word.

Vox’s jaw practically drops, and a game show cheer sequence with bells associated with getting a question right commence from his speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have hit the jackpot! The big bad radio demon HICCUPS when he gets a lil’ too ticklish, whaddya got to say about this, Al?”

Alastor hides his face in his bicep, praying that he wasn’t actually broadcasting—even though he’d show up glitchy anyways, it’s equally as embarrassing.

Sensing Alastor’s concern, Vox can’t help but want to make sure he knows he’s joking.

“Hey, chill, Bambi. I’m not as cruel as you were to your victims, broadcasting their screams. Plus, I don’t want any other sinner besides me knowing this little secret of yours, it’s better blackmail~”

He literally feels Alastor relax at the confirmation that he isn’t being recorded. Although not completely, since he was still being tortured. Speaking of, about now is probably a good time to test out that safe word theory. He was starting to get lightheaded..

“AHAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIHIT— I- EHEEK!! GAHA—F-FUHUCK IT, REHED! MERCY! PLEHEASE!”

Vox’s grin widens past his normal victory grin, a look in his eyes that sends a shudder down the deer demon’s spine. However, Vox actually stopped his tickling once he heard Alastor’s beg for mercy.

“Hoholy shit, I finally got you to call mercy! I’m so good, I need to tell Val and Vel about this. Hope you enjoyed our fun, Bambi, I know I did~”

Vox chuckles sinisterly and zaps himself away, his wires pinning Al back to the chair, now all alone with the still-present phantom tickles tingling all over his torso and ears.