#BOO! TICKLE DEMONS

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m0rtis (non-death by tks)

ifykyk not putting in main fandom tags though cause……….shivers

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His Student: Demon!Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Incubus!Yeosang x Fem!Human!Reader | side pairing: demonline x reader

Word Count: 11k

Genre: smut (lots), angst MINORS DNI

Summary: YN's animosity with Yeosang reaches a head after a cruel prank. Will the teacher be taught new things by his insolent student?

Tags: enemies to FWB, master/salve dynamic, enslavement, mentions of domestic abuse, sex fighting, sex wrestling, degradation, name calling, nipple play, breast play, breast slapping, spanking, humiliation, light cock and ball pain, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral sex, rough oral sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, slight blood play, tickling, tickling feet, self-lubrication, tit fucking, thigh fucking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, gangbang, cream pie (massive), belly bulging (slight), hate fucking, fight fucking,

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Previously on Pretty Pet | > Next

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Sunrises. Chittering birds. The warmth of a lover. The smell of a hot breakfast or dark coffee. There were many things you’d rather wake up to aside from the pallid, stern face of your handler, Yeosang. Blinking your eyes open, you let out a soft groan seeing him on the side of the bed. You wondered how long the weirdo had been watching you, since he said nothing to you. It unnerved you. You rolled on your side to turn your back on him. Could he not see you're recovering from San?

Two months of living with your new masters was exhausting, if nothing else. Being San’s housewife proved more difficult than expected. Lots of travels into the city, buying ingredients for dinners you don't make, having clothes he tore apart mended, and pretending to tidy up a house that is already clean was a lot. Hongjoong remained undecided about his “schedule”, so it changed regularly: you’d either be enduring sex training by him or one of the servants, sitting in a cage with kitten ears waiting for him, or whatever he felt like assigning for the day. Interchange that with lessons with Yeosang, who was not the most understanding or gentle of teachers. He was critical, bossy, and demanding. If you missed a note, he made you play the piece again. If your voice cracked on a high pitch, he rolled his eyes and told you to sing again. According to him, musical talents should come easily to someone, and you kept proving him wrong. 

“You’ve been in bed long enough,” you heard him say. “Time to get up. You’re going to miss your lessons.”

You’d never, ever, ever tell anyone how much you’d enjoyed taunting him that first day. Seeing the strict, austere demon crumble in your hand gave you a sense of triumph. It felt good getting back at him in the best way. 

“Boo-hoo,” you grumbled into your pillow. The toll the previous night took on your body showed in your sore muscles. Thankfully, the creams helped with the tender areas. “I’m sick.”

“You’re not sick.”

“Yes I am,” you gave several coughs, “See?”

“You can’t get sick in Hell, idiot,” he scolded. “You’re already dead. You only get sick if someone curses you with pestilence, which you’re tempting me with if you don’t get up right now.”

“Do it, Demon Boy,” you challenged. “Then you can tell Master Seonghwa why he can’t have sex with me tonight.”

Brown eyes rimmed with crimson glared at you. For a second, you saw him considering it before his loyalty to Seonghwa won over. 

“You were permitted to miss breakfast with Master Seonghwa, but you aren’t missing your lessons. The Masters are at work, Jongho is on his way to start your morning routine, and I have to prepare us for the day. Get up.”

“What if I don’t?” you shot at him. 

“I’ll have Mingi throw cold water on you and drag you out of that bed,” he threatened. “Then, you can walk around cold, naked and wet.”

“Bet you’d love that, huh?”

He didn’t answer you, but instead turned on his heel and left. Rolling onto your back again, you soaked yourself in San’s bed. The youngest brother worked you particularly hard the previous night. He’d gotten worked up from his day at the arena, so in usual fashion, he came home half naked and harder than a rock. It started in the living room, where he tore at your dress and panties before taking you in the hallway towards the bedroom. Heated passion drove the both of you last night. You simply couldn't get enough of one another. You knew you'd have a similar night with Seonghwa, if he wished.  

“Morning, sunshine!” Jongho poofed into existence as you slipped off the bed, holding the thin chemise he always put over you. “How’re you feeling? I heard Master San was pretty wild last night.”

“It was nothing unexpected,” you answered, sliding on the chemise. “That cream you made helped with the bruises.”

“Master San can get a bit rough when he’s in the heat of things,” he said, “So I knew you’d need it. I’ll bring you some tea while you’re bathing.”

“Thanks, Jongho.”

He let you walk into the bathroom alone while he disappeared to the kitchen. It took several minutes of convincing and reassuring your handlers that you can bathe yourself. You told them you weren’t a baby. Not that you hadn’t minded the extra-close attention, but the bathtub seemed the only place nobody disturbed you. Sliding into the water, you added a few drops of bath bubbles and watched them form in your hands. The calming scents wafted up from the surface, which you inhaled deeply. Bath time was always the best time. Wiping the cloth over your skin, you let yourself soak in the relaxing warmth. 

You’d grown to enjoy your life in the Black Keep. It was extremely more preferable than the House of Kisses. During San’s days, walking through the streets in your casual dresses and heels, you’d pass the brothel district to see the other slaves. You pitied their situation, even if Mingi insisted they deserved and chose this fate. He didn’t understand the reality of the circles. It’d been one of the realizations you made about the high-borns: they don’t visit the circles. Those places are for the damned to endure, not the demons. The farthest they’d gone, you’ve assumed, was to their different workplaces. You’d explained to Mingi that a life of servitude was more appealing than suffering a brutal punishment. Yes, they lived in poverty, subjected to vile sexual acts every night, and abused by their “owners”, but better than the circles. Much better. You in particular were especially lucky. 

“Fucking pet…” 

She’d been a skinny, unwashed thing. You’d walked back through the district from the merchants’ street when you came across her. Her body wrapped in a sheet of muslin fabric, the young woman stood outside a brothel peddling herself to passersby. You knew from experience that being put out was a form of punishment. They’d work, eat and sleep outside the brothel rather than in the comfort of the inside. She’d seen your fancy dress and lace collar, and glared at you. You couldn’t help glaring back. It’s not as if you asked to become their pet. It was fate. You don’t even know if they bought you legally. San only slit Rufus’s throat and they took you as theirs. 

“Are you planning on marinating in there like a chicken or are you going to get out? We’re on a schedule that you’re already late for.”

Where you’d expected Jongho, you received Yeosang instead. You huffed in annoyance, “Aren’t you supposed to be, like, preparing for the lesson? You know, tuning the piano or the cello or finding the right books to put my nose into?” 

“I already did,” he said stone-faced. He walked over to the shelf of toiletries and towels, grabbing one of them for you. “Sorry that I don’t dawdle. Unlike you, I understand schedules and adhere to them.”

“It’s not the end of the world if I don’t show up on time.” 

He came to the tub, extending the towel to embrace you. “Out. Now.”

You grumbled, standing from the comforting water into the cold air. He wrapped you in the towel, and began drying your body. “I can dry myself, you know.”

“I do,” he said, starting at your feet and working to your knees, then your hips. “But I have a job to do and I do it.”

As he dried you, you noticed he caressed certain spots. At first, you thought he was being careful with the areas San spanked in his heated moment. Yet, you couldn’t help seeing the heavy lidded eyes and longing stares. You rolled your eyes. He lingered over marks San left on parts of your body. Absent-mindedly, he traced the light bruising he found with delicate fingers regardless of location. His cold digits left goosebumps on your skin. 

“I thought we were on a tight schedule, Yeosang,” you interrupted his admiration. 

He coughed awkwardly, “Yes, we are.”

He hurriedly dried the rest of you, put you in your chemise again, then took you to your dressing room. Wooyoung stood there waiting with a Seonghwa-approved dress: a wrap-around pale pink dress with flowers painted onto the hems. Your hair done into a braid, he tied a matching ribbon to the end of it. In the mirror, you saw the angelic, innocent virgin Seonghwa wanted. You also spotted Yeosang looking at you in the mirror. The same lust-filled stare gazed over your body, no doubt undressing you piece-by-piece again. You ignored him, and walked out of the room first. 

“Morning, Mingi,” you said to your bodyguard who stood outside your doors. 

“Morning, YN,” he replied, nodding as you passed by him. “Have fun last night?”

“Loads,” you grinned. “Have fun listening to it?”

“You know I did.” You sensed him watching the ends of your dress swishing in each stride, and stifled a laugh. “You’re a demon’s weakness, you know that?”

“It’s becoming more obvious by the day.” 

Yeosang came into step with you, then walked ahead. You shook your head at him. Seeing his straight strides, his proper posture and head tilt, Yeosang showed his superiority even while walking. Even with his status as a “servant”, he thought himself above everyone around him. Mingi claimed they are cousins, sons of Satan, the Prince of Wrath. It explained Yeosang’s quickness of anger, even if subdued by his sophisticated manner. If he is so important, why was he content with servitude and not having his own lands?

“You’re a son of Satan, right?” you asked him from behind. 

“A grandson.”

“Then how come you don’t have your own lands like The Masters?”

“I’m not part of the direct bloodline,” he said stiffly. “I am a son-of-son. Only those with direct relation get the finer things.” 

“That still makes you his blood though. You’re his grandson.”

“And not directly from him. Direct bloodline implies it is someone right after him like Master Seonghwa, Asmodeus’s son from the 18th generation.”

“18th?”

“Those demons born between 1701 to 1800 obviously,” he said over his shoulder. “We won’t be covering the 18th generation for a while. We're still covering the 12th generation.”

“The medieval period, I know.”

“The High Middle Ages, YN.”

“Well, what generation are you, Mr. Know-It-All?”

“20th,” he said. “I was born in 1904. My mother was a demon of wrath and my father, Satan, took a liking to her. She was his mistress for many years. Same for Mingi’s mother. The Princes don’t take ‘wives’, if you couldn’t tell on your own.”

“What generations are Masters Hongjoong and San?”

“Master Seonghwa is from the 18th generation as well; he was born in 1754, while Master Hongjoong was born in 1755,” he said. “Master San is the youngest, being born in 1910.” 

“I guess I’d be a 20th generation, if I was a demon?”

“Yes.”

“Which would make you older than me?”

“Psh, I’m much, much older than you, but that doesn’t seem to matter to you. You’re generally disagreeable and insolent to anyone regardless of age.”

“No, Yeosang, I’m only disagreeable to you.”

He opened the doors to Seonghwa’s apartment without retort. You liked shutting him up even if briefly. Mingi stayed by the doors while you followed Yeosang into the music room. You’d missed the cello lesson according to the clock on the wall, so he took you over to the piano next. Sitting beside him on the bench, you watched him open the music book on the stand for you to read. 

“Let’s start with Chopin today,” he said, turning the page to one of the compositions. “He truly is one of the greats. Small children are able to play this, so let’s see just how much better a seven-year-old would be compared to your mediocrity.”

You wanted to kick him under the bench. It made you want to prove him wrong. You paid close attention to each note he played and repeated them back. He kept a distasteful expression every time you matched his notes. You remembered bits and pieces from those piano lessons your mother’s friend gave you. Mama hoped you’d become a famous musician one day; she said you had the talent if you practiced hard enough. Eight-year-old YN wanted to make her happy, and playing the piano and singing did that. That is, until He broke the small electric piano she’d saved up for your birthday. 

‘Nobody wants to listen to that shit!’ he’d shout, kicking it aside before sitting down. 

You never played again. 

“Well, I suppose you aren’t entirely useless after all,” Yeosang said when the lesson ended. You’d played the song perfectly, and you knew it bothered him. “Master Seonghwa will be pleased when he hears you after dinner. Try to remember it between now and then.” 

He stood up from the bench, and you stayed behind. You heard him gathering books in the next room, but you let your fingers trace the black keys. A melody came to you in particular. ‘Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel…You’re an angel to me.’ She always sang while she cleaned, even if under her breath. Her voice became your welcoming jingle. It was how you knew she was home. You'd learned how to play it by listening to the tune enough and working on it secretly in your room. Her face had lit up when you played it for her on her birthday. 

You missed her smile. 

“What song is that?” Yeosang’s voice cut through your memory. It irritated you. Are you not allowed even a few minutes to yourself? “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s a song from home,” you answered. “You wouldn’t care.”

‘You’ve got natural born talent, baby girl.’

“Ugh, you humans are so sentimental. It’s-”

“-Fuck you, demon-boy,” you snapped over your shoulder, fingers slamming down the keys in emphasis. “Not everyone had parents who didn’t give a shit about them.” 

“I’d rather have no parents than one who smacked me around,” he remarked. “Come on, Master Seonghwa will be here soon and he’ll be cross if he sees you all weepy like that.”

You heard him leave, and anger boiled in your veins. It angered you because he was right. You would’ve rather not had a father than the one you lived with. 

“YN!” 

Leaving the bench, you walked through the apartment to the dining room. They’d already put down the fine china and utensils for lunch. You pushed your father from your head as you sat down. Putting the cloth napkin on your lap, you wondered what you’d be having for lunch. Mama used to make peanut butter and jelly, with fruit and juice on the side. She’d put a cookie and a note inside for you. She loved you, and you treated her so terribly. You remembered purposefully leaving the bag in your locker so your friends didn’t ridicule you. Having loving parents amongst your friends was embarrassing, even though now you wished you hadn’t cared. 

“YN? Yeosang?”

Yunho appeared in a puff of smoke, in his usual servant attire. “Morning, Yunho,” you said politely. 

“Sir,” Yeosang bowed. “What can I help you with?”

“I’ve come to inform YN that Master Seonghwa won’t be coming home for lunch,” he said. “He has a lunch meeting with his superiors, so he can’t stop by. You’ll be dining alone today. He sends his deepest apologies and hopes you enjoy lunch.” 

“That’s fine,” you said. “I understand. Thank you, Yunho.”

He nodded, disappearing once again. You sighed softly to yourself. Finally, a moment of peace. When the servant brought the first course, you thought you might scream. 

‘Sorry, Kitten. I hope you enjoy your day. I’ll see you tonight.’

The pink post-it note was attached to the tray cover. Inside, you found apple slices and a cup of caramel sauce. Mama added caramel because she knew how much you liked it with the apples. It was cruel. It was a sick joke. Seonghwa must have read your mind or learned or guessed and thought it’d be funny to taunt you. To spite your master, you ate them. He likely expected you to storm out and not eat for the day. You'd prove him wrong. You'd show him. You can be strong. You've been strong and tough your whole life. 

Main course hurt equally: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with barbecue chips. Your favorite brand specifically. Tears blurred your vision, but you held them back. You could feel Yeosang a few feet away; you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You ate the sandwich with a dry mouth. 

“You must be thirsty,” said Yeosang. “Here.”

A juice box. The cartoon apple beamed at you delightfully, the brand name over their head and another apple in their hands. Yeosang stuck the tiny plastic straw in the box for you and put it where your wine glass usually sat. It became apparent whose idea this had been.

“You’re a dick, you know that?”

He only laughed, walking away and back to his corner. You drank it anyway. It reminded you of the time fourteen-year-old YN brought lunch on her first day of high school. The kids, dressed in the popular fashion of the time, laughed when they saw the ham and cheese sandwich and loving note. You’d never felt more embarrassed than that moment. Was that when you stopped loving her? Or was it when she called you ‘sugar bear’ in front of your friends? Or when she wore a t-shirt with your face on it for your birthday? Your throat clogged up with sadness, and you stopped eating. She loved you and you were embarrassed by her. 

Dessert? Chocolate chip cookies. Her chocolate chip cookies. You knew by the texture and misshapen outlines. In a fit of rage, you grabbed the plate and tossed it across the table. The expensive plate bounced off the edge and shattered on the wooden floors. You glared at Yeosang, who’d gotten a kick out of your reaction. 

“What’s the matter, YN? You don’t like cookies?” 

The juice box in hand, you hurled it at him. The distance was quite impressive, and the stain it’d leave pleased you. Yeosang gave you a shocked expression that turned sour quickly. You threw your napkin onto the ground and stormed towards the doors. They slammed closed the second you reached the threshold. They might have hit you if you’d taken another step. 

“Where do you think you’re going, slut?” Yeosang growled, fire in his voice. 

Anger normally burns like hot coals in one's belly. It scorches everything in its path through the blinding red rage. Yet, that rarely happened to you. Your rage stung. A real, hateful, borderline murderous rage pinched your nerves, and flowed through your chest like a bad heartburn. A biting pain started in your chest and rushed to your hands and your feet. This wrath never daunted your anger. It seemed to add it. 

“Away from you!”

The doors suddenly burst back open again, wood cracking the edges and a door knob flying off. You breathed deeply, fighting back the caustic acid in your throat.  You charged through to the front doors, pushing them open with force. The sudden burst startled a quiet Mingi, who sprung into action right away. 

“YN, what’s going on?” 

You didn’t answer him. Immediately, the Black Keep felt suffocating. The elegant white walls and carpeted floors smothered any air in your body. The sun glowing through the tall windows felt hotter on your skin. For the first time since you arrived, you resented this stupid house. This pretentious, obnoxiously wealthy home for horny demons. It sickened you. Mingi’s deep voice called after you, echoing in the high ceilings, but you kept moving. You never explored the mansion yourself because you’re so confined to your “schedules”. Fuck schedules. Fuck rules. Fuck everything. Fuck your snobby, self-serving bastard masters. 

You found your way outside after several turns and staircases. Glass doors led to a grand staircase down into the vast gardens of the Black Keep. Outside, you finally found a refuge to make your own. The faint sweet scent of flowers and fresh air filled your lungs and cooled your hot skin. Everything felt electric. A growl came through your throat that you didn’t think possible. In the seclusion of a maze, the scathing pains cooled down with each breath. Hot tears finally spilled from your eyes. You wished they’d killed you that night or sent you back to your brothel. That way you wouldn’t be wishing to see her again. 

Finally, you found yourself in an enclosed space. Gravel covered the walkway in and around the fountain and benches. The fountain, you saw, was three tiers of water and flowers spiraling and blooming from the top. Flowers in various shades of pink and white grew from the green leaves and vines. You plopped down on one of the benches and stared at it. Briefly, you thought about her again. She loved flowers. She claimed your father once liked them too; he owned a florist shop in town, but you found that hard to swallow. Flowers are delicate; he was anything but that. Your masters are exactly the same. They hide behind their pretty belongings and silly aesthetics. They dazzled you with good sex and pretty things to pacify you. Just like your bosses. Just like every other man in your life. 

But you turned their games back on them. You used them like how they used you. You stepped on them to reach the top. You’d been a college drop-out with no references or experience in anything. Jobs weren’t hard to find, but good paying ones were. A pretty girl working in an office full of men, you knew what you had to do. You destroyed long-standing careers, marriages, familial relationships and friendships to get what you wanted. No man or woman could say no to you. Your beauty rendered them powerless. A flash of a smile, a touch of a hand and a suggestion pulled them into you like fish on hooks. You heard the whispers around the office. You knew what people said behind your back. 

“YN’s a maneater.” 

“She’s a snake in the grass.” 

“A viper with pretty teeth.” 

“Who exactly do you think you are?” Yeosang came into the space, and you didn’t look at him. “Hello? Answer me, slut.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You lost that-”

“-I said leave me alone, slave,” you let the insult drip from your voice. 

“You don’t get to be alone anymore. You lost that-”

“-And I’m taking it back!” You fisted a few pebbles from the ground and launched them at his shiny, black shoes. “Go away! Now!”

Yeosang growled deep in his chest and charged at you. The moment he gripped your wrist, you slammed your fist into the center of his face. Your knuckles burned, but it felt worth it to see his nose bleed. The two of you scowled and snarled at one another. Like two animals in a cage, you clashed at once. Yeosang punched your cheek hard, bringing on a stinging you’d grown used to right away. You wrestled him to the ground, something you didn’t know how to do but did it anyway. Dirt and gravel shifted as the two of you slapped, punched and kicked one another. You saw the red in Yeosang’s eyes fill them completely, dark and angry as he bared sharp fangs. The brief second let you slam your fist into his jaw.

His body felt hard and hot against yours even under all the layers. You could tell he had a similar build to Mingi, albeit smaller and shorter. Grabbing at his arms, the hard muscles flexed under your hands. When your body collided with his, you took in the slight, strong frame. He'd be fuckable if you didn't hate him. The two of you paused for a moment, both of you panting heavily and bleeding. You stared up into his face, seeing his wide eyes and soft lips. He gazed down your own face as if really taking you in. Then Yeosang ripped the ties keeping your dress closed. 

“Fucking slum slut,” he grunted through his teeth, tearing the fabric with his sharp nails, “You think you have power here? You think you’re something special? Think again.”

“Like you’re any better!” you hit his kidney area, and rolled him over. You tore at his clean, white shirt. The buttons popped off when you opened it to reveal his smooth, chiseled chest and abdomen. Grinding your hips, you pinched and rubbed his nipples. “Look at you,” you growled, rolling his nipples while moving your hips, “You’re just as slutty as me. All of you are.”

“Fuck you!”

He slashed at your cheek and pushed you off him. Falling onto your back, you knelt upright as he went for you. His body flung in reverse, he pushed you onto your back and grabbed at your panties. You kicked your legs and bucked your hips as the arousal built up in your lower region. The sound of tearing fabric, and the cool air brushing your sex made it clear. He'd torn them off. You grabbed at his black hair, pulling at it while he resisted. Burying his face in your crotch, he wildly licked and sucked your clit. You didn’t dare let out the noises in your throat. His tongue slipped and slid over your hard clit. Two could play that game. Roughly removing his belt and unzipping him, you spat on his semi-hardon and stuck it in your mouth. The two of you laid on your sides, each one trying to coax a single moan from the other and resisting. 

“Fucking whore,” he seethed, rapidly rubbing your clit, “You never say no to dick, do you?”

You nearly ripped off his pants when you broke out of his grip. Dick hard and red, it pulsed in your hand as you grabbed his balls underneath. “And you don’t say no to my mouth,” you shot back, spitting on him more and wetting his delicious cock. “You act like you’re better than me, but I see how you look at me. You want to fuck the shit out of me every minute of the day.” You tugged at his ballsack, earning a loud hiss, “My pussy dripping in your mouth…My ass gripping your tiny cock.”

“It’s not tiny!” 

It really wasn’t, but you’d never tell him that. He rolled you onto the ground, straddling your hips and roughly tugging on your bra. Your tits filling his hands, he squeezed them as he placed harsh kisses on your neck. His dick, throbbing and wet, pressed right to your sex. You reached down to him, and continued stroking him while he bit and sucked your nipples. Heavy breathing, grunting and groaning came between you. You hungered for him. You hated that your body betrayed you so easily; it gave him a power you never gave up to anyone. His expert tongue teased the tips of your nipples, sucking the pebbles until they grew harder. His large cock leaking into your hand, so close to your sex, you thought you might go insane with need. 

You shoved him off you and started humping him. Focusing on your pussy rubbing the head, you smirked in pleasure at his whimpering. Yet, he refused to show any arousal.  Yeosang kept squeezing your tits, which sent you into a new whirl of pleasure. 

“Slut,” he slapped your breast hard, “Slut, slut, slut.” 

He emphasized each word with a slap to your tits, which had you pinning down his knees. You saw his dick standing straight up, and you smacked it hard. It wagged in the air, and you heard Yeosang give a painful hiss. 

“Slave, slave, slave,” you mocked him, slapping his dick and balls. You knew he liked it by how he grew even harder. “You’re a bigger whore than me. Each of you,” you lifted his dick to slap his testicles and make him jerk. “All of you are a bunch of whores. I only have to flash you and you all drool like fucking dogs.” You stroked him while smacking his balls, the combination of pleasure and pain making him leak in your hand. 

“Don’t make me laugh!”

He grabbed your hair and pulled you over again. His dick slipped into your throat, choking your airway with his girth. “We only have to touch you a little bit, and you get soaked! Look at you now,” he shoved himself in and out of your mouth, “Taking my dick like a champ as your little cunt gets wet for me. You slum sluts love cock. You crave dick all day.”

You started sucking him earnestly, humming around him in your throat and grabbing his pert ass cheeks. Yeosang groaned when you forced a finger into his asshole, the move making him fuck your throat faster. Snug walls sucked your finger further inside him, pulsing at this new intrusion. You felt his hole growing wetter, but not with what you expected. What appeared to be a thin, clear cum worked as a lube. Self-lubricating. You never found anything hotter. Yeosang grew louder, moaning against your pussy and pushing into your throat.

 “Going to make you my cum dump,” he said, eyes closed, “I’m going to make you swallow my whole load. You’d fucking love that.”

Sinking two fingers into you, you grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the ground. You continued sucking him off, straddling his head, and forcing his knees apart. Yeosang groaned and panted loudly as you fingered and sucked him. He hooked his arms around your thighs, and pulled your pussy onto his mouth. Neither of you spat any more insults. You’d make Yeosang cum like that whore he truly is. You’d get one over on him with your throat and fingers. Reaching deep inside, you found the spongy parts of his prostate. He moaned loudly on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub and sucking on it obscenely. His walls tightened around your fingers, and you matched your fingers' pace with your mouth. You grinded against his tongue, whimpering when it slipped inside you. He slapped your ass much harder than San ever could. You dug your nails into the fleshy part of his inner thigh before dragging them down. He bit the inside of your thigh. You smacked his balls hard. A primal hunger came out of each of you. Your body wished to give in, but your mind didn't let you. You tasted him leaking into your mouth, which you used to spit into your hand and shove back into his ass. 

“Too bad I don’t have a dildo to fill this pretty hole,” you taunted him, “Whores like being fucked in their ass.”

“You would know,” he said, mouth full of pussy. He grabbed your hair, holding you in place as he pushed up into your mouth. “You’d fucking know, wouldn’t you, bitch?”

You kept his legs open as you fingered him faster, spit making it easier to slide in and out. He was practically riding your hand after a time, and you started riding his long tongue. You wouldn’t cum first, even if the sensation started building behind your clit. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Cum for me, bitch,” he smacked your ass with both hands, “Cum like the fucking whore you are.”

“You first, asshole,” you used your hand to smack his balls while you throated him again. 

His tongue reached up to your g-spot, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. You heard his moans grow louder, much like when you’d given him the handjob. The slick sounds of his wet cock and hole being used nearly sent you over the edge. The moment you taste thick salty cum, you begin sucking him harder and fingering him deeper. Once your thighs trembled, Yeosang kept the same pace and forced you to his face. It was too close to tell, but you both came. His cock stifled your feral groans and your pussy muffled his high moans. You hated to admit he tasted so damn good. You stroked and sucked each drop, loving the slightly sweet taste in the process. 

When you both finally came down, you moved away from him and wiped your mouth and fingers on the end of his coat. He did the same with your dress, the wetness clear against the cotton fabric. 

“Just couldn’t get through lunch without some dick, huh?” he spat with a smirk. “You slum sluts are unbelievable.”

“You didn’t complain when I was finger fucking your ass.”

“And you didn’t when I came down your throat. Cock-hungry, cum-eating skank.”

“Not as bad as being a desperate, small-dicked prick.” 

He spat in your direction, and stood up. “Get cleaned up and come to the library. We’re not done with your lessons today.”

You didn’t dare flop down into the ground. On jelly-legs, you used the fountain water to clean your hands and mouth before following him through the garden. Neither of you said anything on the way back to the library. Mingi spotted your limping and torn dress, and glared at Yeosang. 

“What did you do?” he said, hands clenching at his sides. “The Masters will whip you for this.”

“I didn’t put it in her,” Yeosang said, walking past him without stopping. “I know her cunt is theirs even though it should be everyone’s with how horny she is all the time.”

Mingi’s glare diminished when he saw you. Removing his jacket, he put it over your shoulders and buttoned it to cover your body. “Are you okay?” he touched your tender cheek, pulling away when you winced. “They’ll put him on the whipping post for this.”

“I’m fine, Mingi,” you assured him. “It was just a bit…rough, that’s all.” He tried hiding the intrigue in his eyes, but you caught it and stepped closer to him. “You know I like things a bit rough,” you said in a whisper, “Especially rough enough to make me cry.”

“I should’ve gone with you then,” he said, wiping underneath your lip. “I’d give you something to really cry about.”

“Sounds like fun.” 

You brushed yourself against his crotch as you turned in his arms and walked into the room. They make it so easy. It was amusing. Finding Yeosang in the library, you saw he’d pulled out several leather books. By their worn out spines and the corners, you guessed they must be several centuries old. The one scroll he’d taken out seemed delicate and frail as he carefully unrolled it on the table. 

“Lose the jacket,” Yeosang ordered, “If you insist on acting like a whore, Master Seonghwa should see it when he returns home.”

Rather than argue, you removed the jacket. 

And the dress. 

And your bra. 

In nothing but your heels, you sat in front of him and took one of the copies on the table. “What’s first in the curriculum?” you asked, pretending as if you sitting naked was entirely normal. 

“Oh, so you do know words with more than two syllables,” he said, acting surprised. “Look at you, little scholar.” He took his own copy of a book titled ‘Literature of the Kings: A Collection of the Middle Ages'. “We’ll start today with writings from the high middle ages. Master Seonghwa likes to talk about them, so try and keep up. Maybe you'll actually remember the time period.”

“The middle ages are all the same to me.”

While you both went over the first collection of old writing, you knew Yeosang kept looking at your body. You liked the attention and obvious struggle he faced. As he told you about something called The Cranberry Tales or whatever, you stretched to show off your chest to him. He’d finished with you in the garden, but here he was struggling to focus on his lesson plan. You wanted him to admit he was hornier than you and his masters combined. The men you used in the previous life liked to think themselves superior to everyone; they acted like the titans in their fields. You knocked them down a few notches with your pussy. It felt particularly good with men who acted above you, the secretary or office manager. Once you sat on them, they crumbled like broken cookies. 

Yeosang made it through the literature lesson, and you moved to History and Geography of Inferno. The map on the table detailed the various circles, inner and outer rims. Each part in different colors, it depicted which territory belonged to which prince. You'd seen the map before, since he brought it out every lesson. Seonghwa and Yeosang believed if you lived in Hell, you should know its lands. You decided to stand on his side of the table, hands on the edge as you moved in front of him. 

“Where are we on here?” you asked, rolling your hips into his groin casually. 

“In Prince Asmodeus’s domain, as I've told you before, the Lands of Depravity,” he pushed right back into you, arms going through yours to point to the light red space on the map. One hand casually grabbing your breast, he continued, “Everything from this end of the circle to this end is his. The whirling winds where you came from are on this side away from the main city. I understand why you were put there now…” he pressed his lips to your ear as he pinched your nipple, “You just had dick and now you want more. I guess you like my ‘tiny dick’.”

“I don’t know what you mean. You’re the one pushing your dick into my ass.”

“Because you make it so readily available to me.”

“Like you wouldn’t take it if I didn’t dangle it in front of you like a dog wanting a treat.”

“I’d fuck you like the bitch you are.”

“The only bitch is you.”

You squeaked when a hand smacked across your ass again. He went back to explaining the areas of the map, the others areas of Hell and which families owned them. The Rivers of Wrath belonged to Satan's clan, while the long mountain area called The Golden Range was Prince Mammon's domain. Prince Belphegor saw over the Forest of Agony above the seventh circle; Prince Beelzebub, Prince of Gluttony, owned the vast, fruitful food resource of Hell called The Meadow. Anyone related to Prince Leviathan lived in the cold, stormy seaside Port Envy. Every prince had an heir, someone who watched over their land for them. Some princes had more offspring than others. Yeosang mentioned Prince Belphegor having the least amount, since children do not interest him. Asmodeus had the most, understandably. He told you one of the biggest rules in Hell:

"You don't enter another prince's territory without permission."

When he demanded you repeat the information back to him, he cupped both your breasts and squeezed them. It only mildly distracted you. As you described every prince and their heirs, Yeosang nibbled at your neck and slipped his hand between your legs. Your pussy, still wet from the garden, felt sensitive to his touches. 

“-And this is our family,” you pointed to the serpents around the thorny rose, “Master Seonghwa is the heir to the land, with Master Hongjoong and Master San right after him-”

“-Yes, I am the heir of this land.”

Yeosang and you jumped apart when Seonghwa stood in the doorway. Removing his tie, his dark eyes glinting with interest. “And the heir wishes to know why his Kitten is naked and grinding into his loyal servant?” 

“I was hot,” you said, standing straight and killing the desires inside you. 

“Very,” Seonghwa said, eyes gazing up your body. He stopped and gasped when he saw your split bottom lip. “Kitten, what happened?” He went straight to you, cupping your face to see it more closely. “Oh, Kitten…Yeosang, what-Wait, what happened to your face?” 

The redness on the bridge of his nose stood out against his porcelain skin, and so did the welt on his cheek. Even though he'd tried fixing himself up, he hadn't done a supreme job. 

“Did you two have a fist fight?” he asked him.

“Yes, Master,” Yeosang admitted. “She was being disobedient and having a temper tantrum.”

“After you pulled a mean prank on me at lunch.”

“You humans are so damn sensitive,” he remarked. “It was only a joke. It's not my fault you can’t take a joke.”

“Nobody was laughing but you-”

“-Enough,” Seonghwa intervened, “You two argue like children.” He straightened his jacket as he said, “And you decided to fight? Where? In the dining room?” 

“No,” you answered. 

“Then who blew the dining room doors?”

“Yeosang!”

“What?! It wasn’t me! It was you!”

“I’m a human. I couldn’t have.”

“You did it somehow!” He snapped. “You slammed them open or pushed them hard to frame me.”

“Shut it,” Seonghwa snapped. “Where did you do it?”

“In the garden,” you said. 

“She’d stormed away from me when I told her not to,” Yeosang explained quickly. “I only followed her to bring her back into the house.”

“And instead of bringing her back you decided to hate fuck her again?” he asked, hands on hips. “Yeah, I can smell it on both of you. What did you do?”

“Hit each other,” you answered. 

“I mean sex-wise,” he elaborated, “What did you do to one another?” Not getting an immediate response, he said, “Oh, now you’re both suddenly ashamed?”

“I finger fucked him,” you answered, “While I sucked him and slapped his balls.”

“And I…” Yeosang hesitated. “I tongue fucked her pussy and fucked her throat.”

“Oh yeah?” The small descriptions intrigued your master, a smirk spreading on his face. He lifted your chin and examined your other injuries. You winced at the thumb touching your jaw, and he placed a soft kiss on it. “How many times did you both cum?” he asked, licking the caked blood on your broken lip. 

“Only once,” you replied, your body warming to his hot tongue. 

“A quick one then?” a low rumble came from his chest, and you knew what ran through his mind. 

“Yes,” you answered in unison. 

He looked between the two of you, then said, “Come with me.” 

Nervousness killed the arousal Yeosang started up again. There’d been no specific rules against sex with the other servants. They only said nobody could have vaginal sex with you. Is he punishing you for the door? It was Yeosang, not you. Maybe for fighting him? You can imagine that. Seonghwa likely believed fighting wasn’t lady-like. Reaching Seonghwa’s bedroom, you took in the tall canopy bed with its white floral curtains and white bed covers. The sunlight dimming outside left the room in a golden glow, bringing out the bright colors in the room. Seonghwa removed his jacket, putting it behind a chair he brought closer to the bed. 

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, taking a seat and relaxing in his chair. On a table beside him, he poured himself a brandy. “And finish what you two started in the library.”

“Sir, really,” Yeosang huffed a laugh, “This isn’t necessary-”

“-Do you both need to be fighting for the sex to happen? Is that your foreplay?”

“It’s not my fault he gets hard berating me all the time,” you said, shooting him a glance. “He’s always calling me names and insulting my intelligence.”

“I’m not saying anything untrue,” he replied. “You’re a cock-starved slum slut. Is that not true?” 

“And you’re an uptight, snobby small-dicked bitch boy,” you spat. “That sounds pretty accurate to me.” 

Seonghwa laughed, sipping his brandy, “You two really can go at it, huh? Keep going. This is fun.”

“If my dick is so small, how could you gagged on it when I fucked your mouth?” he challenged, stepping to you. 

“Psh, you call what you did ‘gagging’? The only thing that made me gag is your gross tasting cum. I wouldn’t eat it even if it was the last edible source in the world.”

“Look who’s talking. Master Seonghwa says your pussy tastes like honey, but I think it tastes like rotten fruit.”

You pushed him, and he pushed back. That sharp feeling in your chest returned, pooling like saliva in your mouth. You swallowed it back even if it hurt. Showing any sign of desire would mean Yeosang won. You wouldn’t let him. 

“Slap her,” Seonghwa said, eyes trained on both of you. “You’re going to let a slum slut talk to you like that? She’s a filthy human, and you’re a grandson of Satan. How dare she disrespect you that way.”

Yeosang took his words to heart and smacked you again. “Ooh, that was hard,” Seonghwa laughed, “Kitten, don’t just stand there. Hit him back.”

So you did. Yeosang blocked the hit and slapped you. When he reached for you, you turned him onto his back on the bed. Once more, you tore at Yeosang’s clothes much more harshly this time. The broken buttons made it much easier, and it came off with his coat as well. Yeosang squirmed when you took his nipple between your teeth. As you teased his nipples, he reached down to your own to pinch them hard. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa drawled, “You two can do better than nipple stuff. Bite each-Haha, yes! Like that!”

Yeosang sunk his canines into your shoulder, making you yelp in pain as he drew blood. You did the same back, and the taste of his blood stirred your hunger. It tasted like a good rare steak. You supposed demon blood tasted that way. You’d started grinding into Yeosang as you bit across his collarbone. The sting of pain didn’t stop him from pushing you onto your back. He straddled your stomach and started slapping your tits again, using wide swings to add extra pain. You cried out as he did it to them at the same time, enjoying the stings of pain with your arousal. Trying to wriggle out from under him, you undid his pants to pull his cock out again. You held his hands on your tits as you slipped his length between them. 

“Oooh a nice tit fuck,” Seonghwa said, “How delightful. You’re not going to give in that easily, are you, Yeosang? I didn’t think the sons of Satan could be so weak.” 

“He is weak,” you confirmed, glaring at him as you pumped him with your breasts. “He’s already dripping on my tits. He loves my tits, don't you, Yeosang? Huh? My soft tits and hard nipples?” 

“You fucking bitch,” Yeosang growled. 

You laughed mockingly at him, and he slapped your face. Still laughing, you grappled with him as he tried getting you onto your front. 

“Pin her down,” Seonghwa cheered, “Get her ass in the air.” 

“What’s going on here?” a curious voice came from the door. San appeared, fresh from work, and he stopped next to Seonghwa when he saw you and Yeosang on the bed. “Are they wrestling?”

“Hate fucking. Care to watch?”

“Absolutely. I love a good hate fuck.” 

Forced onto your front, you tried lifting Yeosang off your back. Laying on your horizontally, he held you down while he began landing hard slaps to your ass. Your kicking and jerking amused the three demons. 

“Finger her,” Seonghwa called out, “Make her cum first.”

“Darling, just grab his dick. It’s right there.” 

You curved your body as much as possible to reach Yeosang’s hardening cock. Yeosang in return slipped two fingers into your aching pussy. Seonghwa cheered for Yeosang when he spotted the butler listening to his instructions. Yeosang spread your legs further, putting one hand under you and another over you and he fingered your pussy and rubbed your ass hole. Whining and whimpering, you spat on your hand and worked him up and down. You felt him pulse with each stroke. With a hard squeeze of his shaft, the brief pain distracted him enough to lose his grip on you. Sitting on his chest, you spat on his dick and stroked him with both hands. Yeosang’s fingers tickle the tops of your feet until you become ticklish. You kept jerking him off even as you fought the tickling sensation in your feet. He went further up your feet until he reached the center of your sole, which had you kicking to escape them. 

“Ticklish much, slut?” Yeosang teased before grabbing both ankles. 

He rolled you onto your front, pinning you down with his body and continuing to tickle your feet. Laughing from the tingling feeling, you tried moving your feet from him but when he turned around against you, using the empty space like a chair, it was over. Strong arms wrapped around your legs, he kept tickling your feet and backs of your legs. 

“Is it weird that I’m kind of into this?” San asked his brother. 

“Hongjoong’s into it, so let that be your answer.”

“Tickling isn’t that weird…”

You eventually kicked a foot out, and scrambled away from Yeosang. On the other side of the bed, you stood ready to tackle him. 

“Uh-oh, she got away, Yeosang,” Seonghwa jeered. “Just grab her!”

Yeosang lunged for you, managing to yank you onto the bed by the hair. Bent over, he brought you into the middle by an arm around your thighs. You struggled in his grasp. Your lower half in his lap, Yeosang resumed tickling your feet with one hand while holding your face into the bed with the other. Shimming your hips around, your pussy pressed to his cock easily. Yeosang let out a soft moan when you slipped him between your thighs. Grinding up and down, you fucked Yeosang with your thighs. 

“She’s thigh fucking him even in that weird position,” San chuckled. Finally seeing him, you saw he’d pulled up his own chair and drank from a brandy glass. “God, that’s hot.” 

The door opened again when you rolled off Yeosang. “Ah, so this is where everyone is!” Hongjoong walked into the room, and saw you and Yeosang on the bed. “Well, well, what is going on here?”

“Fight fuck,” San answered, “Pull up a chair.”

All three men groaned and laughed when you slammed a fist into Yeosang’s face. “Pet can really throw a punch!” Hongjoong laughed, shocked by the blood dripping from Yeosang’s mouth. 

“Put him inside you, Darling,” San suggested. “Milk him with that delicious pussy of yours.” 

“And he’d love it,” you growled at Yeosang, not hesitating to slide him inside you. Bouncing fast and hard, you pinned him by his shoulders and fucked him. “Who’s the fucking whore now, hm? Who’s the whore now?”

“It’s still you, bitch!”

Yeosang punched you this time. Teeth cutting into your cheek, he used the moment to force you onto your back. Blood tinged your mouth, which you gathered and spat on him. This only angered him more. 

“Fuck her, Yeosangie,” Hongjoong called, “Fuck her!”

The three brothers hooted when Yeosang curled you and shoved his dick into you hard. The bed bounced in every thrust. You refrained from moaning in each blissful push. Stars exploded in front of you whenever his dick went particularly deep. You swore the man was drawing out your sanity bit by bit. You clawed at his arms, his hands and back to distract him but he kept on going. The stabs of pain did not stop him at all. Even as blood peeked out of the hard scratches, Yeosang seemed unfazed. 

“You can tap out any time, Kitten,” Seonghwa said, “You can give in and let him fuck your pretty holes.”

“N-No,” you grunted, trying to slide out from under Yeosang even if his cock hit your g-spot perfectly. “Oh fuck, no. No, no, no, fuck you, no!”

Sensing your orgasm, Yeosang started pushing deeper. The brothers having a perfect view of Yeosang inside you, they started counting his thrusts. 

“Bet she cums in, like, ten more thrusts,” Hongjoong said. 

“I bet five,” Seonghwa replied. “She’s already curling her toes, look.” 

“Darling, come on, don’t give in that easily. You hold on so well for me in my bed.” 

You used all your strength to get Yeosang off you. Once separated from him, putting one arm on his throat, you squeezed his balls as you started sucking him. 

“That’s my girl,” San said approvingly. “That’s it. Give him a nice blowjob.”

“Fucking hell, Yeosang! You almost had her!” 

“Kang Yeosang,” Seonghwa scolded him, “If you don’t turn that bitch around and get back to fucking her, I’m going to put you in the greenhouse. You remember how stretched your ass hole got when Dennis finished with you, don’t you?”

This threat caused you and Yeosang to roll onto the hard floor. A shock of pain went from your head to your back, with you breaking Yeosang’s fall. Scrambling over you, he took advantage of your hard fall and lifted and spread your legs. Your head stuck against the bed frame, the awkward position nearly choked you. Keeping himself up on his hands, Yeosang fucked you in a reverse position that pleased your audience. 

“I bet you she passes out,” Hongjoong tapped San’s arm. “He’s got her in a rough position.”

“Darling, don’t give up,” San encouraged you. 

“No, do give up, Darling,” Hongjoong said, “I want to fuck you after Yeosang.”

“Hell no,” said Seonghwa, “It’s my day so I’m fucking the loser first.” 

Using Yeosang’s tactic against him, you started tickling Yeosang’s feet. He collapsed right at the first few brushes. To keep your audience happy, you managed to maneuver yourself on Yeosang so they could see you jerk him off with your soaked cunt. 

“She’s so fucking wet,” San moaned. You saw the bulges in each of their pants. San palmed his down to focus on you instead of his own pleasure. “How long have they been at this?”

Seonghwa told his brothers what you and Yeosang did in the garden. While he recounted the story, Yeosang knocked your elbows so you fell onto his chest. Locking his legs around yours, he stuck his hand to your pussy and started rubbing your sensitive pussy quickly. You managed to stick him between your thighs again, grinding into him. Both of you grunted and groaned, restraining your needy whimpers as you fucked on the ground. You refused to let him win. Even with your bloody mouth and aching muscles, you fought against him. 

“Holy shit, they did that?” Hongjoong laughed. “Sounds to me like they’re both whores. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“Neither do I,” said Seonghwa, “But it riles them up. I figured a one-on-one will settle things between them.”

“By how they’re fucking, I don’t think that’s going to happen.” 

Yeosang turned you into your front and stuck himself in your ass. Your sudden scream delighted the three men. “She loves it in her ass,” Hongjoong said, “Give it to her hard, Yeosang.”

“Fuck her ass,” Seonghwa chanted. 

The three brothers began chanting as you clawed at the hardwood floors. Pleasure pounded into you in every thrust. When your moans finally broke and became louder, the chanting ended and you heard clapping. 

“Make her cum,” Seonghwa said, “Get that slum slut to cum really hard. I want that pussy nice and sloppy for me.”

“Darling, stop being a wimp and fight back!”

“She’s too fucked out to care about fighting-Oh, oh, oh, I think it’s happening!”

You punched at Yeosang’s arms, hoping it might cause him to collapse, but he held strong. Your face pressed to the floor by his hand, you trembled and pounded the floor as you came. You felt humiliated and defeated. Yeosang laughed in triumph. Hongjoong and Seonghwa cheered at your quaking legs and stiff muscles. They encouraged him to keep going, but Yeosang pulled out and stood over you. He kicked you over onto your back, smugness on his blushing face as he put his foot on your chest. His muscles tensed and body rocked back and forth. Thick drops of cum fell right onto your face and neck. This time, you didn’t catch them in your mouth but instead turned your head. You hated how he laughed in the face of your defeat, humiliating you further by cumming all over you. 

“Oh, all of a sudden you don’t want cum in your mouth?” Seonghwa asked in disbelief. 

“Darling,” San moaned in disappointment, “You were doing so well. What happened?” 

“Yeosang’s cock happened, that’s what,” cackled Hongjoong, who stood to unbuckle his pants. “Now, it’s my turn.”

“No, it’s mine,” argued Seonghwa, taking off his shirt. “Like I said, it’s my day with her so I go first.”

“Then I’m going second. San goes last.”

“What? Why me?”

“You’re the youngest.”

“And the biggest,” he argued back.

“Oh give me a break. Don’t use that excuse again.”

“On the bed, bitch.”

Seonghwa took your ankles and Yeosang took your arms. In a single swing, they threw you onto the bed. “Fuck, look at that,” Seonghwa groaned, removing the rest of his clothes and climbing onto the bed, “Her pussy is so damn wet.”

“She’s a whore,” Yeosang said, tapping his dick on your mouth, “They’re always wet.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” 

He swiftly slid inside, and immediately began pounding into you. They both laughed at your instant moaning. Hearing you moaning, Seonghwa shook his head and slapped your cheek. “Losers don’t get orgasms,” he said, “They get their slutty hole fucked and pumped with cum. They don’t get to finish.”

“You should’ve considered that before fighting me,” Yeosang said, swiping his dick on your face. “Unless you lost on purpose, which is just pathetic. So, so pathetic.”

When you wiggled, Yeosang grabbed your arms to hold you down. San and Hongjoong appeared to keep your legs spread wide as their older brother quickly finished inside you. You quivered feeling hot cum shoot all over your walls. Being held down made it hard to escape the overstimulation each one brought. Hongjoong and Seonghwa switched places, and he swished his hard tip over your gushing sex. He chuckled when you whined, doing it even more to hear you cry out. He fucked you exactly how you expected, hard and fast. His hips snapped into yours while he rubbed your nipples. You nearly came again until he did first, adding his milky cum to Seonghwa’s load. 

“Oh fuck, look at this.”

They all groaned at the cum oozing out of your pussy. “Let’s see how much it gushes when I fill her up,” San said, sticking himself in you next. “I thought for sure you’d win, Darling,” he said, fucking into you hard. “I thought my wife was a winner.”

“Ma-Mas-t-er…”

“Shut up, whore,” Yeosang said, smacking one tit until you cried. “Keep talking and I’ll shut you up myself.”

“She’d probably like that,” said Hongjoong, tweaking your nipple hard. “She’d suck dick all day if we let her.” 

“I wouldn’t complain!” Seonghwa whimpered, on the verge of an orgasm. “I’d take her to work with me too. Let her suck me under the desk.”

“We should do that,” Hongjoong said, eyes brightening at the new idea. “It’d make my work day so much more fun.”

The thought set San off. He came in several deep thrusts, bulging your belly like always, and pushed back all the cum that leaked out of you. Yeosang, hard from watching them use you, finally took his turn. Your masters laughed and beckoned him to go faster inside you. 

“I’ll pay you fifty-gold if you make her cum again,” Hongjoong told Yeosang. 

“Fifty-gold and a weekend off,” added Seonghwa. 

“And your choice of a brothel whore,” said San. 

Playing with your clit and pounding your sweet spot, you saw stars as you came. Your high-pitched squeals and quaking body amused them, but angered you. Yeosang forced himself as deep as possible as his cum joined the mess already inside you. Your masters finally released you, watching you cry from the overwhelming sensations running through your body. When you moved to close up, they held you apart. 

“I want to see it,” Hongjoong said, looking to see their combined fluids seep out of you. “Haha, it’s so full. If she were even half a demon, we might’ve just knocked her up.” 

“If only,” said San with a pout. “She’d look so pretty pregnant.”

“I’ve never fucked a pregnant chick, surprisingly.”

"Are you okay, Kitten?” asked Seonghwa, cupping your face and kissing you. “Sensitive? Any pain?”

“Yes.”

“Here, lay back against the pillows.” 

“I’ll call Yunho. Yunho!” San called into the room, the butler appearing when summoned. 

You hardly paid attention to anything else. You glared at them, “You’re a bunch of whores too. If there’s a House of Kisses, then this is the Palace of Whores.” 

They laughed at your frowning face, and Seonghwa cooed. “Don’t be a sore loser,” he said, smiling and kissing you again, “You did well too. You’ll get him next time.” 

“If you want,” San came up next to you with a wet cloth, beginning to clean your face, “We can practice together. I’m quite good at fight fucking, I’ve been told.” 

“He really is,” agreed Seonghwa. 

“I’m more of a spectator.” Hongjoong knelt in front of you, another damp cloth in his hand. He went to touch your sex, and you clammed up, shaking your head. “I’m not going to do anything. We need to clean you, baby.” He gently moved your legs apart and cleaned the sticky mess coming out of you. “We can’t have you walking around dripping like this.” 

“Just get some rest, Darling,” San pecked your lips, “We’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“You promise?” you asked softly. 

“I promise,” he said, nuzzling your nose gently. “Be a good pet and sleep.” 

The last words you heard as you drifted to sleep were Hongjoong’s: 

“Dude, what happened to your doors?”

****

Yes, what had happened to the doors? Yeosang wondered about this as the masters converged on you. His body slumped into a nearby chair, sweat sticking to his skin and matting his hair. The grappling and fighting took a lot out of him, leaving his body sore and bruised in places. All the adrenaline in his veins died out after his third orgasm of the day. Surely, he’ll be needing that weekend off. The smell of apples clung to his nostrils even with the sweat and sex in the air. Your fruity fragrance always stuck with him after being around you too long. He wondered which perfume you owned had such potency. It usually wears off after a short amount of time, but yours always stuck around. 

“Yeosang,” Master Seonghwa approached him, pouring a brandy for him, “Here. For you.”

“Thank you, sir,” he nodded, mustering energy to grab the glass and sip from it. 

“She’s something, huh?” he asked, leaning in his own chair and finishing his brandy. “I’ve never had a human who can take such a pounding like that. They usually give up in the first few minutes.”

“She’s a whore, Master. It’s what she’s made for.”

“Humans are made to be blank slates for the world to fill up as they grow,” he said. He saw his master staring at you intently. Yeosang only saw that stare in one situation: when his mind was turning. “They’re meant to be given choices, leading them one way or another, and they’re given free will to choose. Kitten chose herself each time…”

“I suppose so, sir.”

“What does she smell like to you, Yeosang?”

“Master?”

“When you are near her, what does she smell like?”

“Apples,” he answered, “Apples covered in cinnamon.”

“Are you fond of cinnamon-apples?”

“I do enjoy them on occasion.”

“Hm, interesting.” He poured himself another brandy, “She smells like honey to me.” He smiled softly, “Golden honey spread over fresh, warm bread.”

“I am aware, sir.”

“Hongjoong tells me she smells like strawberry ice cream,” he said. “You know how partial he is to strawberries in general, but he says she’s like the ice cream specifically.”

“Huh,” Yeosang said, leaning in his chair. “That is interesting.”

“San says he smells orange slices.”

“So fruit based scents,” Yeosang concluded. “What does that tell you?”

“Remember when I kissed her?” he said, “Licked her bloody lip and all?”

“I do.” He’d found it a pleasurable sight. 

“My throat stung.” The silence that followed the words left many things unsaid. “It stung as if I had acid reflux. At the time, I thought it was something I ate but now…”

“Do you believe otherwise?”

“I do. You tasted her blood. How do you feel?”

Yeosang took a moment to think about it. In the heat of passion, he’d owned the stinging in his throat to his low growls and snarls. He thought it might’ve been the deep breathing drying out his mouth. Yet, as he took a purposeful swallow, he realized it stung slightly. The sick feeling in the pit of his stomach might have been his tensed abdomen or another thing entirely. 

“The same.”

“Huh…And the doors-”

“-I would never damage your property, sir,” Yeosang interrupted. “Not even in the hottest of rages would I do that.”

“Then who did it?”

“I’m not sure. She might have touched it without realizing and pushed them hard. This house is very old, Master. It is possible.”

Seonghwa chuckled, “Yeosang, you are not so blind.”

“Then what do you believe happened?”

“I think Kitten hasn’t been entirely honest with us,” he said. “I must think about this more.” 

Yeosang felt a pit of worry break through him. “Master, what happened between-”

“-Dennis…” the name came from Seonghwa without realizing. 

Yeosang’s blood went cold. “What about him?”

“Let’s put her before him,” he suggested. “I’d like to see what happens.”

“What happens? Sir, I don’t believe that is the best idea. Dennis will drain her, then rip her apart. You’ll have lost-”

“-Let me worry about that. You go and enjoy your weekend off. I recommend that brothel in the high street. It’s called Scarlet Silk. They truly have a nice selection there.” 

“Master, the greenhouse is meant for disobedient slaves and for the maids,” he said, not letting it go so easily. “YN might be a bit untamed, but she doesn’t deserve such a harsh and cruel end. What happened between me and her was nothing. It was a spat between rivals. I would never truly harm her or wish her to be harmed. I could’ve easily have crushed her if I-”

“-I said I will worry about it, Yeosang,” he said with finality. “Clean yourself up and get some rest. Jongho can see after Kitten tomorrow.” 

“Yes, Master.” 

Regret tore his insides as he left the room in nothing but a sheet. Walking through the quiet palace, he worried about what he’d just done. He’d played the prank in hopes of heating you up for sex. Yeosang enjoyed the small spats and insults you threw at one another. He knew if you figured that out, he’d never have a peaceful moment. He’d struggled to keep himself together in the library, where you left yourself bare for him. He might have taken you right there if Master Seonghwa had not intervened. The two of you could always have an amicable relationship like you and Jongho. 

But, where was the fun in that? 

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Y/N: hmm, interesting, no? We might start learning a few new things about YN now. As always, thanks for reading, and please reblog and like <3

[amywritesthings]

For your halloween event I'd like to humbly request a scenario with Sukuna. AU: actors in a haunted house. Dialog/promps: "I know you're trying to be scary but you're just too cute" and "you're not as scary as you think you are"/"maybe not. But I'll still have you screaming tonight"

hallo-sleepover '24!

okay i was JAZZED because i've never written sukuna in my life but i did my best on this one for (obvi) a modern au where he has his own body lalala you get it but he... is so hot. ANYWAY BON APPLE!

who's afraid of little old me?

pairing: ryomen sukuna x reader word count: 625 tags: modern au, adult language, situationship/toxic relationships, sukuna is a very toll menace, unresolved sexual tension, haunted houses credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

In the darkness, something tickles your arm.

Jolting right out of your skin, a sharp gasp leaves your throat — only to be answered with a snicker of amusement to your right.

Not fucking again.

You’re getting fed up with the lingering brush of his fingers over your shoulder.

It’s the sixth time alone that your situationship (Boyfriend? Enemy? Something?) has attempted to scare you on his own agenda, ignoring the flashes and choreographed screams lining the hallways.

Sukuna seems way less interested in experiencing the local haunt attraction and much more focused on his efforts to be the only thing on your mind.

Typical Ryomen Sukuna.

Son of a bitch.

“Can you knock that off?”

“Knock what off?” 

“That.” You flick the hand now leisurely resting on your shoulder. “I know it’s you.”

He dips down from his towering height to speak directly in your ear to combat the loud noises of the haunt. The whisper is nothing but a caress.

 “Can’t prove it.”

As another scare actor prepares to jump out of their boo hole, you steel your nerves. Rather than moving forward, however, you find yourself gravitating right — towards his body, snug in the crevice of his side, but not by choice. 

The hand around your shoulder effortlessly slides down and over, across your sternum and collarbone, and pulls — to reel you in.

To protect.

(Or, knowing Sukuna, to claim.)

When you glance up, his eyes narrow to a glare at the actor.

They disengage, choosing to attack the couple behind you.

“You’re popular tonight.”

Is he jealous that the damn actors are giving you attention?

You wouldn’t put it past him. His jealousy streak tends to flare up during a make-up period (we’re done, then you need me; we’re over, then you can’t live without me) and this past period of distance seemed to be the final ringer.

“I’d really rather not be,” you confess.

“Makes two of us,” he murmurs. “Oughta just be me making your jump out of your skin.”

God, he was ridiculous.

One more turn leads the two of you to the exit of the demonic haunted house. Finally, you’re greeted with crisp autumn air, freezing to the bone after walking through such an intensely claustrophobic maze.

He keeps you reigned in, his arm damn near around your neck in a sign of possession to anyone else who may get the wrong idea to bother you.

In the neon bath of overhead lights, his brilliant pink hair practically glistens brighter. A big toothy grin takes over half of his face, his half-buttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves showing off his array of tattoos. 

As much as you hate to admit it, the bastard’s gorgeous.

(It’s why you always come back when he asks: baby, please, c’mon. I’ll be better this time.)

“You’re not as scary as you think you are,” you quip as he corralls you away from the house and down the alley leading back to the open Oktoberfest bar.

That earns a snort from the taller man. 

Sukuna’s grin morphs to an all-knowing smirk before he acts, swift and certain — he uses his arm around you to pull you back, back, until he turns to face you.

With lightning reflexes, he cradles the back of your head before it can hit the concrete wall.

Invading your space, his nose gently flicks the tip of yours.

All breath ceases to exist in his lungs, your eyes too focused on the way his narrows onto your lips from this proximity. 

His free thumb raises, running along your lower lip with reverence.

(With a promise.)

“Maybe not,” he agrees in a hum, “but I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”

(And you know he’ll keep it.)

[demonslayerunhinged]

SaneGiyuu Argument 3 - 'They hate each other!'

@roseameilatempest made an amazing and thorough analysis of Sanemi's complicated feelings about Giyuu.

I'll make my analysis from Giyuu's point of view. Giyuu doesn't hate Sanemi and I have no idea where antis got that vibe from when everything about his interactions with Sanemi shows that he desires a connection with him.

So let's start from the beginning.

Season 1 Episode 22

Giyuu ignores the hounding of the other Hashiras about Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Looks off to the side, not saying anything, just ignoring them for the most part.

Until that is, he hears the sexy voice of his boo.

Then we see him respond by sneaking a glance, hmmmmmm. He wouldn't do that if it was the voice of someone he hated. You might say that he sensed that Sanemi was carrying Nezuko's box but no, Giyuu doesn't have super hearing or smell like Zenitsu or Tanjiro. It was Sanemi's voice he responded to.

During the Taisho secret segment, the only time he talks is to tease Sanemi, he wouldn't do that if he hated him.

Light Novel 2 - One-Winged Butterfly, Chapter 5

The Master expressed his worry that Giyuu doesn't smile and requested for the Hashiras to make him do so in hopes that Giyuu will bond with the rest of the group. The hashiras try various methods to make Giyuu laugh and fail including Mitsuri who TICKLES Giyuu! I wish I could see that scene get animated 😂

Shinobu then gets the idea to ask Sanemi to ask Giyuu ou- I mean, ask him to eat his favorite food salmon stewed with daikon with him. It's funny how shinobu went to Sanemi when she would have easily gone to Rengoku, Mitsuri or even Uzui who love to go out and eat but no she asks Sanemi. My theory is that she knows Giyuu likes Sanemi and eating his favorite food with his crush will definitely make him happy.

But of course, it doesn't go well.

Giyuu wouldn't even think of going to eat with Sanemi if he hated him.

Season 5 Episode 1

Giyuu has no problem talking back to and making fun of Sanemi, Sanemi is literally the only one he makes the effort to talk to of his own volition. It's almost like a guy teasing his crush.

Again, if he hated Sanemi he wouldn't bother talking to him.

Season 5 Episode 7

Now this is where the main shit is so let's break it down. First take a look at Giyuu's body language. Giyuu is known to be a stoic dude, even when he's not around people or around people he's comfortable with like Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) he always has a calm and collected demeanor.

But after the encounter with Sanemi, he seems so small and unsure. This is Giyuu at his most vulnerable.

It makes sense that he allows Tanjiro to see this part of him due to them growing closer since episode 2.

In this scene look how his eyes close in sadness/pain when he talks about Sanemi being angry.

Then he comes up with the weird idea to put ohagi in his sleeve to give to Sanemi the next time he meets him. Look how his smile softened when he pictures Sanemi's smile. Yep, pure hatred. I too smile fondly when I picture my enemy's smile as I give them their favorite food.

Side note: there's this weird thing online where I see people infantilizing Giyuu in that uwu-he-just-wants-a-fwend way and just no. Like yeah, the way he was drawn in this entire exchange is cute but he's still a grown man. He's not being all cute uwu at making a friend, he is attracted to Sanemi. Tanjiro (bestest boy ❤) has the expression of someone who wants to make Sanemi his friend, Giyuu does not.

Also, food and sharing food with loved ones is a big deal in Japan and by extension Demon Slayer(I plan to make a post about it). It's a way to express love and build connections. So it makes sense that Giyuu sees the ohagi as a way to connect with Sanemi since words fail him.

So anyway that all I have as evidence - NOT!

Light Novel 2 - One-Winged Butterfly, Chapter 5(again!)

This takes place right after Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) got punched by Sanemi. He's training with Giyuu and they decide to take a break and talk....about Sanemi.

When their conversation gears towards the training, Giyuu abruptly asks about Tanjiro's(bestest boy ❤) restraining order.

After recounting the story where the other Hashiras were trying to make him laugh, he asks

And Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) responds

And guess what he does in the future

In Conclusion, this argument can also kiss my ass!

Edit:

The hashira trying to make Giyuu smile and Giyuu talking about Sanemi with Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) actually happened in the second light novel One-winged Butterfly not the first Flowers of Happiness, I've made corrections. My mistake, sorrry!

[gaybananabread]

For day 10, spidering, with Hazbin Hotel!! Doesn’t matter what characters, one of them Angel Dust though please, and no Valentino or Vox. Thank you so much have a great day :D

TickleTober Day 10 - Spidering

~YESSS AN ANGEL REQUEST! I almost never get anything HH; I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write for him! Y’all know me; I had to pair him with Husk for this. Lots of silly fluff lies ahead. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Husker

Ler: Angel Dust

Summary: Angel begs Husk to let him pet his soft fur, actually getting a yes out of the grump. Soft cuddles quickly turn playful as Angel makes an adorable discovery.

Warnings: canon-typical language and behaviors! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“Aww, c’mon, whiskers! Just once?”

Angel’s pleading tone filled Husk’s ears, making him huff and roll his eyes. Of course the spider demon would ask that…

“Fuckin’- seriously, Angel? Why d’you wanna do that? It’s…it’s stupid as hell,” he grumbled, taking a swig of whiskey from the bar. Thank’s to Alastor’s freaky voodoo bullshit, the bar was never unstocked, meaning he could drink the good stuff as he pleased.

“It ain’t stupid! It’s fun! Please? Pretty please?” Angel begged, putting on his best puppy-dog pout. “Pretty please with a big, glistening, juicy-ass cherry on top?”

“Ugh- fine! Just quit fuckin’ talkin’ about cherries like that!” Husk slammed the bottle down, dramatically folding his ears against the top of his head. He wan’t really pissed off; he just couldn’t believe Angel wanted to do something so ridiculous.

“Yes! I promise, kitten–”

“Don’t call me that!”

“–you won’t regret this!”

“I already do…” The grumpy bar cat sighed before flopping down on one of the lobby’s couches, leaving his back exposed for Angel. Damn spider and his stupid adorable pout…

“Oh, hush. Don’t worry, I’ll make ya feel good~” Angel straddled Husk carefully, straddling his thighs as he admired the furry back in front of him. Husk’s fur really did look soft…

Hell, what was he fantasizing for? He finally had consent!

Angel gently ran one hand down the grumpy man’s back, just barely scratching the furry skin. It was so fucking soft! Husk obviously took good care of his fur.

Not sensing any discomfort, Angel took things a step further. He gently placed his other three hands on Husk: one on his head, the other two on his sides. The fourth stayed on his spine, scratching a soft path up and down the area.

While he still wanted to be an obstinate shithead, he couldn't deny that the pampering felt nice. Sure, the occasional brush on his sides made him squirm, but he kept his reactions under control. Before he knew it, he was close to falling asleep.

Angel could feel the man relaxing under him, smiling smugly. He’d never asked a better question in all his life. Sure, begging to pet Husk was usually a death sentence, but he’d played his cards just right that day.

Right as Angel was about to tease the grumpy man for acting like a kitten, he heard a low sound from beneath him. It almost sounded like…

“No fuckin’ way…”

Surely enough, Husk was purring; the deep, base-sounding rumbles melted Angel’s heart to a sticky pile of goo. One of his hands left the cat man’s sides to cover his mouth. There were practically hearts in his eyes.

“Mmph… Would you quit starin’ at me?” Husk mumbled the words, barely able to sound mad from all the loving affection. He was on cloud nine, though still coherent enough to be a grump.

“Sorry boo, but…wow, that’s cute. Like, kitten-on-Christmas-mornin’-with-a bow-on-level cute.”

Husk growled at that, expertly using his tail to swat Angel’s head. The spider demon just laughed, going back to petting his grumpy companion.

Now, while they weren’t a problem earlier, the side scratches caught Husk off guard; he was too sleepy to keep up appearances. A few gruff little giggles slipped out, his wings flapping once in protest.

“What the…Husk, are you-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Husks deep growl would've scared any sane demon away, but Angel was already hooked on that little giggle. Funny how a sound could be more addictive than any drug he'd ever put in himself.

“Sorry, Husky; not my specialty~”

Two gloved hands pinned Husk’s wrists above his head before he could fight back, the other two starting to gently scribble up and down his sides. Angel was surprisingly strong for such a skinny guy; combined with the position, Husk was trapped.

“A-Angel, I swehear to fuck, g-get off- mmph!” Husk was putting his all into holding back his reactions, refusing to just freely giggle like some kid. Unfortunately for him, Angel seemed to have found the special little spot just above his hips that made him lose his mind.

“Y-YouhuHUHU BAHASTAHARD! FUHUCK!”

Angel chuckled at the sight, though it didn’t come without a cost; Husk’s thrashing tail whacked him in the back of the head, occasionally whipping against his back as well. It didn’t hurt at all, but getting hit with tail feathers wasn’t exactly a desired experience. At least, not in that scenario.

“Aww, what's wrong, Husky? Does it tickle, hmm?” Angel cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice, doing his best to fluster the fur off Husker.

“SHUHUT THE FAHAHACK UHUHUP!” As his thrashing increased, his wings began to flap and smack against Angel. The spider brought out his third set of arms, carefully pinning the plumes down.

As fun as the loud-ass reactions were, Angel wasn't aiming to kill the grump; he just wanted to loosen him up. It was time to get silly.

“Wanna hear a song, whiskers? I've got some great pipes~” Ignoring the immediate protests, Angel started to sing-song his words. The hands moved up from the sweet spot to Husk's sides, gently spidering up and down in time with the lyrics.

“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout~” Angel walked two fingers up one side while the other hand spidered upwards.

“I-Ihihi'm gohonna kihihill you!” Husk thrashed and kicked, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his fur. Damn Angel and his stupid limbs!

“Down came the rain,” Angel sang as he tapped his fingers along Husks spine, “an’ washed the spider out~” One finger swiped at Husks spine, the other hand quickly spidering down his sides.

“Then out came the sun an’ dried up all that rain~” Ten fingers fanned out across Husk's shoulder blades, the small nails on them making his back arch.

“So the itsy bitsy spider...” The spidering little fingers returned, this time teasing the spots above his hips again.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!”

“Came up the spout again~” Leaving the evil spot, Angel moved both his tickling hands to rub Husk's ears. The man seemed exhausted, and Angel had satisfied his gremlin tendencies.

“F-fuhuhuckin’ ahasshole…” Husk huffed and grumbled, begrudgingly relaxing beneath Angel’s now-soothing touch. If his ears weren’t so sensitive, he’d be enacting such sweet revenge… That’d just have to happen later.

“C’mon, Husky,” Angel chided, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “ you know you loved that~”

That got him another tail-whack in the head, though Husk didn’t deny it. Angel took that as a sign to quiet down, and for once, he actually listened. Husker soon drifted back off, unable to keep his eyes open.

Angel just sat there, gently rubbing and scratching behind Husk’s fuzzy ears. Once he was absolutely positive that Husk was out, he carefully snapped a picture of the adorable cat demon beneath him.

Hello, new wallpaper…

[scekrex]

Would you write for fallen angel Adam? Like readers a sinner and is reassuring Adam that he's still fine af as a demon, he's constantly defending Adam because that's his boo, like fighting for his life levels of 'hear me out' because everyone at the hotel genuinely thinks he's nuts for dating Adam (Charlie you don't understand, the dick is GOOD)

Stick It To The (Wo)Man

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Ever since Adam had arrived in hell, things were different. Not only between you and him, but also between you and… well pretty much everybody.

When Adam had arrived at the hotel, he had been furious, because how was it possible for the first man, the og dick, the creator of all mankind after Eve to end up in hell? There was simply no fucking way. And yet there he was, sitting on the couch in the lobby, playing on his guitar. With a sigh he dropped his guitar onto his stomach and laid down, his hands supporting his head from behind. Things were so different, so ew. Charlie was constantly glued to his ass to make sure he was attending to group exercises, Angel was getting on his nerves ever since the porn demon had figured out he was fucking you - dating you even and Vaggie, well she hated his guts.

The fallen angel looked up when steps on the stairs echoed through the empty lobby and his mood brightened at least a little at the sight of your face. “Sup babes,” he lazily smiled at you as he put his guitar on the floor. “Sup Dickmaster,” you grinned at him in return. You sat down on the armrest of the couch, Adam was quick to lift his head in order to rest it on your lap. Your hand softly stroked through his hair. How early was it? You weren't sure, it was - however - way too fucking early to be awake. But Adam's missing warmth had caused you to get up and look for him because whenever the first man left your shared bed early, he wasn't doing well. “How fucked are we?” you asked and Adam's golden eyes shot up to look at you, a dead serious expression on his face. “Fucked babes, completely up the ass without any mercy or preparation,” he answered your question and his eyes moved from yours to the roof. What had he done wrong to deserve this? The brunette didn't know.

“Like who the fuck will take me serious in heaven with these fucking horns, a motherfucking tail and in God's mighty name claws. They'll laugh at me, fuck, they're probably laughing right now,” the last sentence was nothing more than a whimper. You grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and pulled on it, the first man yelped in pain as you brought his face close to yours, “You hate all these features and yet they make you look so fucking hot.” Adam's tail flicked to slightly slap you on the forehead and you smirked at that as you let go of his hair, “See, that's what I'm talking about. Your angelself could've never.” Well yeah, Adam guessed you had a point with that. Instead of slapping you again, the fallen angel used the sharp tip of his tail to tickle your nose, earning himself a soft and warm sounding chuckle. He liked to see you happy, especially because hell was depressing as fuck. “Still a fucking hottie,” you hummed as your thumb softly hovered over Adam's bottom lip, playfully the taller man wrapped his lips around your finger before you were able to pull back and shot you a wicked grin.

“Fucking go to your room,” Husk grumbled as he walked past the both of you, Adam shot the winged cat a venomous look but you simply patted his chest softly, a sign that you would handle the situation. “What crawled up your ass?” you asked with an raised eyebrow and Husk turned around to eye you, then Adam. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, “His existence in this fucking hotel.” That was something you wouldn't let slide.

When Adam had been an angel, before he had fallen, he never cared for sinners, if he would've found you during extermination day, he would have killed you like he did with the rest. But you were always able to look past his facade, you had been able to tell the difference between an act and real emotions. And then he fell. He fell and you took him under your wing, guided him to the hotel and gave him new self esteem.

“The fuck's your problem man, everyone deserves redemption, Adam's no expectation,” you raised your voice a little which made Adam's attention shift yet again, his focus was on you and only you. Because while the fallen angel was very much able to stick it to the man himself, he loved to watch you when you got all worked up because someone was trash talking Adam. “Yeah right, after killing thousands of us, he sure does,” Husk bit back sarcastically and rolled his eyes as he was about to turn around again. But in your book, he wasn't clean yet. “Honestly? Fuck you Husk. We've all made mistakes, no fucking matter if it was as a human or a sinner. Angels make fucking mistakes too,” Adam wanted to disagree, wanted to put his finger on your lips to silence you and clarify that he had never made a mistake in his fucking life. But apparently that had been a lie anyways, so there was no point for him to interrupt. “He made mistakes but he's here now to get better so up your fucking ass, I hope you choke on your motherfucking bitterness,” you flipped the gambler off. He could suck your fucking dick.

And then Charlie entered the scene. Her face scrunched up as she saw the both of you on the couch. It wasn't that he had a problem with you and Adam being a couple in general, but she was worried. The devil's daughter was also convinced that you could do better than Adam and even if that was true - which you highly doubted - you didn't want better. You wanted Adam, with all his stupidity and imperfections. “Hey guys,” the princess of hell greeted those who were awake already. Adam raised his hand and hummed tiredly while you petted his hair and gave her a nod. Husk didn't respond at all.

“Before you say anything,” you stopped the princess as she was trying to make an announcement, “We’re not in.” Charlie's smile fell from her face and she looked… sad? Disappointed? Worried? Maybe all of it. “Babes isn't feeling well and we'll take today off to fix that,” the brunette closed his eyes as he leaned into your soft touch, agreeing with a quiet, “What shawty said.” Charlie visibly cringed at the pet names and mumbled quietly to herself, “You could do so much better, Y/N.”

However, her words had been loud enough for Adam and you to hear. Adam's eyes watched your every movement, fascination was visible in them as he drank in the emotions that were on display. “You can go fuck yourself too, Charlie. It's not your fucking position to decide what's good for me ‘n’ what's not. You don't like Adam? Fucking fine. But shut your fucking mouth and keep those thoughts to yourself,” Adam's hand reached up to caress your cheek in order to calm you down and even though you didn't quite know why, it helped. “I don't fucking like Vaggie but do you hear me bitching about her being your girlfriend? Fuck nah, because it's not my goddamn position,” while Adam's touch helped, it didn't turn your emotions off and while there were only a few things you truly hated, everyone being a fucking cunt towards your boyfriend was the one thing you hated most. “I love this fuckhead and he loves me, we're happy. The rest is none of your fucking business,” you turned around to point at Husk who had been watching the scenario with curious ears and eyes. “The same goes for you, mind your own fucking business and leave us fucking be,” the brunette's hand tilted your head to look down at him, a proud smirk was on his lips as he lifted himself up slightly and pulled your face down at the same time to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Fucking love it when you stand your ground, babes,” he hummed against your lips, the others were long forgotten as you leaned in to kiss the fallen angel yet again.

Angel stumbled down the stairs and whistled at the sight of you and Adam kissing, “Fucking hot,” the porn actor commented. Once the kiss had ended you turned towards Charlie while pointing at Angel, “See? He's a bitch but at least he's supportive.” Angel simply shrugged as he sat down at the bar to have a chat with Husk, “Y’know, I can't hate on love darlin’.”

It made Adam feel a little better to know that you were there for him, that - no matter what - he could count on you. And he loved you for that.

“Besides,” Adam peeked up as you raised your voice again, sounding quite proud, “The og dick is fucking fantastic, so you go fuck Vaggie 'n' I'll continue to enjoy getting dicked down.” Charlie's cheeks turned bright red as she turned on her heels and left the lobby with a quiet, “Too much information.”

[ticklygiggles]

Scent | Lucifer x Diavolo x Fem!Reader [N$FW]

A/N: Commission for my dearest baby sweetie boo @otomiya-tickles Thank you so much for you kind support my dear, you're always so nice and precious to me I love you endlessly. I hope you enjoy these horny demons asjdnsjansf

Summary: Lucifer comes back to the House of Lamentation to find that he can't access his own office?! There's only one person that would dare to do such thing besides their annoying brothers!

Words: 5.5k (under the cut)

He could sense magic as soon as he entered the House of Lamentation and he tensed momentarily by the door, sharpening his senses and feeling a slight rush of adrenaline coursing through his body, but after a heartbeat he realized that it was a magic that he knew so very well and a warm feeling spread across his chest as he relaxed again... until his heart dropped to his feet- why on Earth was he feeling this magic flooding the House of Lamentation and why did it seem to come right from his bedroom? More specifically, his personal office? 

Lucifer whined deep inside his heart. "Rats," he mumbled, fighting the urge to stomp his foot like a human child throwing a tantrum.

The magic only seemed to intensify the closer he was to his office and more profanities slipped from between his lips. This was no good. He knew very well that this was one more of Diavolo's silly games and he almost didn't want to open the door once he was standing in front of it. He didn't know what he was going to find once he turned the knob, and he was a little scared to find out too – he had a lot of work to do that evening and he wasn't sure he'd have the time to deal with one of Diavolo's diversions that would most likely make Lucifer fall behind in his work. 

He grabbed the knob and gripped it tightly, causing it to creak and shake under the strength of his grip. Lucifer took a deep breath and counted… one, two, three…, but his hand remained glued to the knob, refusing to turn it around to open the door. One… two… three…, again, nothing. 

"One… two… three! Huh?" 

This time he had turned the knob or at least had tried to. The knob he was holding so tightly had barely jingled before it suddenly stopped mid-turn. Lucifer blinked, perplexed and profusely confused by the situation, but he tried again, but the door remained closed. Did Diavolo….

"... Locked me out of my office?!" 

Unbelievable! What was he trying to do?! This was no behavior for a Crown Prince, was it?! Ah, but he'd see, this was not going to stay that way! Lucifer growled and in his mind he casted a small teleportation spell that, in seconds, had him appearing in front of the beautiful wooden door of Diavolo's personal chambers.

He gripped the knob and with a swift move the door opened wide for him. Lucifer took a step in, and baring his fangs, he said:

“Diavolo, can I know exactly why you decided to lock me out of- oh?" 

He didn't notice it instantly, but as he took a step further into the room, a wonderful scent tickled his nose. His nostrils immediately fanned and he took a deep breath, taking it all of that sweet smell and feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine. 

It hadn't been that long since he smelled that scent, but it was a gift to be greeted by it when he was not expecting it. Was this the reason why Diavolo purposely made him go to his room? Oh, Lucifer might be able to forgive him if that was the case.  

"What are you guys doing?" He said, suddenly aware that there was, perhaps, a bit too much noise in the room. Was that… laughter? 

"Ah, Luci!" Diavolo said, looking up at Lucifer. "I knew you'd be here soon!"

"Luhuhucifeheher! Sahahahave mehehe! Mahahake hihihim stahahahap! I wihihill dihihie!" 

Lucifer frowned as he closed the door and slowly made his way to where Diavolo and the source of the laughter were.

There, behind the beautiful white canopy covering Diavolo's massive bed, Lucifer found the Crown Prince sitting at the edge of the bed, grinning mischievously with a playful glint in his eyes as you squirmed and jerked about while Diavolo tickled you mercilessly.

He was barely surprised to see you there. He would often find you huddled in Diavolo's room when Lucifer was, perhaps, a bit too busy to humor you with his company. Your visits to Diavolo, however, would often end with you and the Prince being scolded not only by Lucifer, but also by Barbatos who claimed that 'you were a great distraction to the Master. Thanks to you, he will avoid his work and that will be a problem for everyone'. He would then try to drag you out from Diavolo’s room, but you wouldn’t leave and, above all, Diavolo wouldn't let you go.

In other words, Lucifer was simply unfazed to see you there, instead, he was puzzled, for that delicious aroma was still so very present, filling every corner of the room and, if he was not mistaken, it was even intensifying as seconds went by.

Diavolo's hands buried under your arms had your head thrown back with hysterical howls of laughter, a very cute yet rare sound, Lucifer had to admit. Also, were you ticklish? He remembered Diavolo and himself had playfully and briefly tickled you in the past, just a squeeze or a poke, but it seemed that you were really ticklish, if the cute snorts meant anything at all.

He had already completely forgotten the reason why he had personally gone to Diavolo's room, his mind busy in other things as he moved even closer to Diavolo and his little victim, he then asked cautiously:

"Were you guys having… fun while I was away?"

Diavolo must have noticed the implied reference of 'fun' and, still tickling you to pieces, he looked up at Lucifer and frowned, tilting his head to the side in the most adorable way possible, making Lucifer's heart swell in his chest. 

Diavolo hummed, "we weren't," he said solemnly. "We've been doing this… for quite a while now, I'd say," he admitted without a trace of shame as he looked down at your laughing face with a tender smile and sparkly eyes. "Why do you ask- oh, did you know that our cute human was ticklish?”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “I did not,” he said, grinning at seeing your pink face before returning his attention back to Diavolo. “I was asking because there's a scent in the room that made me think so."

Diavolo frowned again, "what kind of scent- oh."

Probably caught up by the discovery of your ticklishness, Diavolo seemed unaware of the exquisite aroma spreading throughout his room, but now that he did notice, his hands immediately went to a stop and he took a deep, deep breath, his cheeks turning a little pink as he looked down at you one more time, excited wonder in his darkened eyes. 

"We haven't… done anything," he said, seeing you catch your breath between a severe case of the giggles. 

Lucifer couldn't help but smile tenderly at your adorableness, but shudders running down his spine were making his skin bloom with goosebumps and he so desperately wanted to take you right on the spot, but instead of giving in to his low instincts, he waited patiently until he thought you'd be able to speak properly.

"Mind to explain, beautiful?" Was the first thing he said as soon as your giggling had died down a little.

You looked up at him through teary eyes, "I- I swehear I didn't do ahanything! Diavolo just staharted tickling mehe a-and-"

"Not that." Lucifer shook his head, uncrossing his arm to wave a hand, signaling to the whole room. "I mean this."

You blinked, looking around the room from your spot laying on the bed and Lucifer wanted to laugh. How could you be so clueless of your adorableness? Did you have any idea what you did to Diavolo and himself?

You highly probably didn't. 

"Hmm, what?" You asked, a very confused expression in your face. "The… room? I didn't… make it…?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes fondly and Diavolo chuckled, confusing you even more. 

"Of course you wouldn't notice," Lucifer mumbled, shaking his head. "I mean that your scent is all over the room. You are aroused."

Your eyes widened and the blush covering your cheeks deepened until it was a vibrant red color. Lucifer fought the urge to chomp at them as if they were the most juicy apples, rather, he let a dangerous smirk curl the corners of his mouth. 

"I'm not!"

You were lying. Lucifer knew this smell by heart, he knew it as well as he knew the magic that now flooded his office. Humans would call it pheromones, a strong scent that stimulated all of his senses, arousing him beyond belief. There was no way he could be mistaken, especially not when Diavolo himself had also smelled it and recognized it right away. 

It was impossible to not recognize your scent. It was intoxicating. It made Lucifer feel light-headed and his heart would beat like crazy within his chest. A wave of heat would rush through his body, making him shake and tremble as shivers ran down his spine. He often salivated like crazy too, mouth watering for you; fingertips itching to touch you. 

Simply put, there was no way in all three realms that he could mistake that wonderful smell and yet there you were, lying to his face as if he didn't know better.

How adorably dumb of you.

“You always expel this scent when you are… excited,” Diavolo explained, making you look at him. “You can’t smell it, of course, but Lucifer and I can and we can't be mistaken, my love. You are, like they say, turned on." 

Your eyes were wide and your face red and if Lucifer didn't know you, he'd think that you really were terrified, but he did know you and he clearly saw that glint of excitement twinkling in your eyes.

“Hmm?" Lucifer purred and he grinned devilishly when your eyes jumped back to him. "Could it be that you were having so much fun playing that little game with Diavolo? Do you like being tickled that much?” Your eyes went impossibly wider and Lucifer froze on the spot, his smile dropping. “Wait, do you actually-

“No, I don’t! I just… Dia- Diavolo was t-touching me so I- Ah! No! What are you doing- stop!” You yelled, jerking when Lucifer sneaked his hand into one of the legs of your loose shorts. He had propped one knee onto the bed, leaning and hovering you. “Lucifer, don’t! Ngh!”

“Keep acting like this,” he warned, cupping your sex and pressing on it with the heel of his palm, "and you’ll see what happens to nasty little liars like yourself.” His hand pulled your underwear apart so his gloved finger could slide into your heated cunt, you were dripping wet and a loud moan escaped you when he curled his finger inside you, touching your tender spots.

You grabbed his arm and tried to push him away. “Lucifer, please,” you sobbed, tears of shame and pleasure clinging to your lashes. “Don’t do this. D-Diavolo,” you cried, glancing at Diavolo with pleading eyes. “Tell him to s-stop, please!" 

"Don't do this, you say?" Lucifer asked, hovering more on you. "When you're already soaking and leaking?" He chuckled when the blush on your cheeks impossibly deepened and you jerked your hips away from him, shaking your head. 

"Did you really like me tickling you that much, my love?" Diavolo suddenly asked. The sweetest gentleness in his voice. Lucifer saw him cupping your face between his hands as you shook your head again. "If you liked it so much, you should've said so!" 

"I s-swear I don't! It's just, ngh! Haaa, wait! Wait, Lucifer, I- ah! Ahahaha!" 

Surprised, moany laughter filled the room as Lucifer thrusted a single finger into you, teasing the weakest spot inside you and Diavolo's fingers were brought to life and they were pressed into your waist, tickling you all over again. Your hands tried to fight Diavolo's, but also Lucifer's and a cute human like you could only do so much against their inhuman strength, so in the end, you could only grip onto their wrists, trying to push them away. 

Lucifer smirked at you. And you said you weren't turned on by the tickling? Now that Lucifer was stimulating your insides and Diavolo was tickling you, that sweet scent intensified, making both demons feel dizzy and just as horny as yourself. You were basically sucking onto his finger and he easily thrusted one more digit into you, curling them nicely to pleasure you.

You tried to close your legs, making Lucifer growl as he settled between them, keeping them open so he could angle his hand to keep touching while your clothes still got in the way. He felt strangely aroused when you squeezed him between your legs and he chuckled, sliding one more finger into you. 

"Ngh! Plehehease! O-Oh, plehehease!" You cried, both your hands now moving to push at Diavolo. "Dohohon- ah! D-Dohohon't do this! S-ngh-Stahahap!"

"Why do you want us to stop if you're enjoying yourself so much?" Diavolo asked, genuinely confused, his thumbs digging into that muscle right above your hips, causing Lucifer to shudder, feeling that same spot tingling on himself. "Is Lucifer hurting you?" He teased and Lucifer huffed. 

"I assure you I am not," he said, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "I am doing my best to make her feel good, as always." 

He kept hitting that sweet spot within you and he knew that the fabric of his glove was making you feel strangely good, but Lucifer wanted to give you more. He wanted to see your eyes roll back, he wanted to make you see stars, he just wanted more.

"AHAHAHA! W-Wahahait! NGH! Ah, w-wait! O-Oh, w-wahait!"

Poor you. It was as if Diavolo and Lucifer had read each other's minds for Diavolo had moved his hands to your tummy, causing your laughter to increase as well as your squirming. Lucifer, on the other hand, had pressed his thumb against your hardened clit, rubbing deep circles, making you throw your head back with a loud moan, your legs shaking slightly around him. 

"I think our cute human will cum soon," Lucifer said, feeling the scent thicken around you all. "What shall we do, Diavolo?"

Diavolo chuckled, stealing a quick kiss to Lucifer's lips before sneaking his hands under your shirt to tickle your bare tummy.

"S-Stop! N-Nohohoho mohohore! No more! I- ah! I'm c-cumming! I'm- aaah!" 

Looking at you cumming was something out of this world. Both Lucifer and Diavolo thought they had seen no creature as beautiful as you. The way your features twitched in pleasure, your body tensed and shook with the force of your orgasm, back arched beautifully. The way your hips tried to move away from their touches, and that wonderful unrestrained moan that escaped from your lips – all of you. They simply loved all of you. 

And now, they have seen a new side of yours. A little secret that you were probably planning to keep to yourself for the rest of your days, but they had discovered it and Lucifer knew that neither him or Diavolo would forget about it. Especially not when your lips were trembling into a pleasured smile as you went through your high. 

Lucifer felt you clenching wonderfully around his fingers and he made sure to walk you through your orgasm with gentle touches against your clit. Diavolo on the other hand, had turned his quick tickles into soft ones, fingertips dragging across your stomach, fluttering against your jumpy lower tummy. 

"S-Stohop… A-Ah… N-Noho mohore," you babbled, trying to push their hands away from your hypersensitive body. "I c-cahan't, it… it tihickles…"

"And you love every second of it," Lucifer said, pulling his fingers out of you, making you cry and tremble.

"N-No." You shook your head. "Please, s-stohop," you said breathlessly, your skin still covered in goosebumps. 

Lucifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure about that? Diavolo, what do you-"

All the words got stuck in his throat when he looked at Diavolo. Lucifer felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the lust darkening Diavolo's pretty golden eyes as he looked- no, stared at you. Lucifer heard the soft muffled sound of you holding back a whimper. He saw you trying to make yourself tinier under his intense gaze.

"I think,” Diavolo started and both Lucifer and you jumped a little, “that our dear here wants to play some more," he said and you shook your head nearly desperately, but who were you trying to fool?

Not them, obviously. Right?

Lucifer nodded and smirked, lifting his drenched gloved fingers for you to look at them. "Look what you did," he said. "Will you be a good girl and clean them up for me? Open your mouth," he commanded, not waiting for your answer, and your lips trembled before you opened your mouth wide for him. 

Lucifer felt his hard-rock cock pulsating when he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag slightly before you started sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself with a lustful glint in your dazed eyes. Your weak, trembling hands wrapped around his wrist and Lucifer smirked, shifting his hips forwards so you could feel his hard cock against your sensitive pussy. You moaned, grinding against him as his one free hand sneaked under your shirt to lightly trace your stomach. You choked around his fingers, letting out muffled giggles. 

You looked so devastatingly wrecked, it made Lucifer’s cheeks flush as he grew more and more excited, his teasing thrusts against your clothed arousal grew faster as he was starting to feel it a bit too much and grunts and moans kept escaping from between his lips. His head started to feel light, his breathing became erratic and with just one more grind against you, Lucifer finally came in his pants. 

He pressed his fingers against your tongue as he circled his hips. The release was blissful and almost painful after holding in for so long. He hung his head back with a pleased sigh as his body trembled and tingled. He was not one to cum this easily, in fact, the Avatar of Pride felt a little embarrassed as he slowly started to regain his senses. His flushed cheeks felt hotter as he pulled his fingers out your mouth, grinning lightly when you coughed around a moan. He shyly looked over at Diavolo. 

His eyes widened and he trembled when he found Diavolo looking at him, face also flushed and fangs bare. 

"I'm going crazy," Diavolo growled. "Take her clothes off,” he commanded, making you squeal and squirm. 

Lucifer gulped. Things were heating up. 

Diavolo grabbed Lucifer’s wrists and guided his wet gloved hand towards his own mouth; Lucifer held his breath when the Crown Prince bit the tip of his middle finger and pulled the glove off with his teeth. 

"Do I need to repeat myself, Lucifer?" He purred, an eyebrow raised as he licked Lucifer’s finger. 

The Avatar of Pride couldn't help but smirk, his body vibrating. "No, Your Highness," he said, quickly hooking his fingers into the waistline of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down. "I'll do as you say," he mumbled and your shorts and underwear were off in an instant, exposing your drenched warmth.

You shrieked, quickly trying to cover yourself up. "N-No, wait! D-Don't look! I-”

"Arms up." 

Your arms immediately raised above your head on their own, making you cry out as you tried to pull them back down. Lucifer saw with a watering mouth how they stayed up, not moving even a millimeter. Your eyes were wide, looking at Diavolo with little tears on them. Diavolo had used his magic to keep your arms pinned and a ting of excited fear settled in your eyes. 

What were you feeling exactly, Lucifer wondered. What did those tears mean? The sobs making you shake slightly could make him think that you were hating every second of it, but when you looked at him, he could see flames of lust in your eyes and he had seen those beautiful pleading eyes many times before to perfectly know that you were enjoying yourself more than what you wanted to admit. 

Also, that sweet scent kept overflowing the bedroom, he was worried Barbatos might feel attracted to it as well. If you were hating this, would the scent be so damn strong as it was?

"Pl-Please…"

Please what, Lucifer wanted to ask, but then, Diavolo's deep voice was filling his ears and he couldn't think straight anymore. 

"You had your fun," Diavolo said, gently placing a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "Now it's my turn."

Lucifer nodded, obediently moving to the side from between your legs that quickly closed, trying to hide your pulsating and swollen pussy. He couldn't help but lean to capture Diavolo's lips in a fierce kiss. Tongues pushing into each other's mouth, swirling together in a dance that had Lucifer feeling light-headed. A pretty moan escaping him, causing both you and Diavolo to moan too. 

The Avatar of Pride smirked against Diavolo's lips before pulling away, gently pushing the Crown Prince to that perfect spot where they could see their human from the best view. 

"Di-Diavolo," you said, arching your back. "Pl-Please, I think- eek!" 

Another adorable shriek left your lips when Diavolo rested his hands on your knees and suddenly opened them up widely, licking his lips hungrily. 

"No, beautiful," Diavolo purred. "I don't want you to think, I actually want your mind to go blank so you can only focus on all the pleasure and tickling you're going to feel."

Lucifer shivered when you moaned, arching your back and thrusting your hips in the air. 

"Now, excuse me," he said, his head lowering. “Thank you for the food.”

You gasped, "w-wait, n-no, ah! Aagh, Diavolo! Dia- angh!”

Lucifer saw with great pleasure how your eyes crossed when Diavolo's lips pressed against your heated and wet skin. His tongue licking the length of your slit, pushing into your folds until he found that little spot that had you seeing stars. 

"D-Dia- aaaah- Diavolo! Ah, please! Please!" 

Lucifer's hands were itching, but he just couldn’t tear his eyes apart from your beautiful face furrowed with pleasure. He couldn’t stop looking at your body, squirming and arching and pushing into Diavolo's mouth as he ate you out. He wanted to hear those delicious moans and those obscene wet sounds Diavolo evoked when his fingers also joined the fun, going further inside you as he sucked on your poor clit. 

He wanted to look and hear, but oh, he so desperately wanted to touch you too. 

“N-No, Lucifer!” He ignored your cries as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up past your head and up to your immobile wrists. Lucifer grabbed your ribs and he chuckled when you jerked heavily. “I, I don’t w-ant- nnghh, this! Please!”

“When will you stop lying?” Lucifer purred as Diavolo slurped down between your legs, making you cry with pleasure. Lucifer lowered his head to your chest and he looked up at you adoringly. “Are you not ready yet to admit that you’re enjoying this?” He felt your skin covering in goosebumps as he started to place open-mouthed kisses around your breasts, teasing you some more. 

He held your body still, pressing his hands on your ribs when you tried to arch more into his mouth. He felt you deliciously shuddering and trembling under their attention and he thought that he just couldn’t get enough of your frustrated cries and moans. 

“Maybe we should really stop,” he said suddenly, his lips millimeters apart from your nipple, his warm breath making it go hard. Your gasps and moans grew louder and more frenetic by the second. You were so close tu cum again. “What do you think, Diavolo?” 

“Since she’s hating it so much,” Diavolo said, raising his head from your heated folds. “I guess we should stop.”

The amazing frustrated cry that left your lips had both demons smirking and moving uncomfortably, their clothes becoming too tight around their crotches. 

“Please, don’t!” You sobbed pitifully, your hips desperately shaking, trying to reach that wonderful relief, but it was useless. “Dia- Diavolo, please!”

“Now you want it?” Diavolo asked, cleaning his mouth with the sleeve of his black shirt. “Didn’t you say you wanted us to stop?” 

“N-No, I j-just-!”

Lucifer grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “Would you be a good girl and tell us exactly what you want?” He purred and felt Diavolo’s chin resting on his right shoulder. 

“We might be demons, but it is a hassle to read minds, you know?” He grabbed your waist and you jerked when he squeezed you softly. “So? What is it going to be?”

Oh, Lucifer almost felt bad seeing you sobbing like this, he wanted to take you between his arms and clean your tears, however, ‘almost’ was the key word. He was beyond dizzy with your scent overflowing Diavolo’s chambers. You were enjoying every second of this. You liked them teasing you until you cried, you liked them tickling you and eating you out. You liked them treating you like a little toy they could use until they got bored– so would you be good and admit it?

“Please,” you cried, liking your lips. “Please, please, please… tickle me more and keep making me feel good. Please?”

Lucifer felt Diavolo shuddering behind him and in a blink of an eye, he was back with his head between your legs, not before leaving an open-mouthed kiss to the back of Lucifer’s neck, making him bite back a moan. 

“Ngh! Y-Yes! Th-That feels s-so good! NghahahAHAHA!”

Lucifer went to work quickly too. His hands latching to your ribs, squeezing them gently but hard enough to make you laugh your head off. His light, nimble fingers rubbed, pinched and vibrated against each bone and in the sensitive spaces in between. Your moany laugh made him shudder as he closed his mouth around your erect nipple. Your body reacted wonderfully to that, arching against his hands and mouth, asking to wreck you more. 

“I cahahahan’t!” You laughed, shaking your head when Lucifer’s fingers found a nerve on your lower ribs that had you nearly in hysterics. “Plehehehase hahahave mehehercy! NGH!” You cried, but Lucifer ultimately ignored you as his tongue flicked your nipple.

Lucifer had never met someone who could get horny by tickling. It was a stupid game that he didn’t particularly enjoyed or disliked, but if he could, he would keep himself away from any situation that could possibly have him laughing his head off, so knowing that there was a silly human who liked being tickled to pieces was something new to him, yet it was also absolute adorable and, if he had to be honest, really hot. 

Your laughter was simply beautiful and those obscene noises more so; it was a combination he never thought of but that was starting to be one of his favorites. 

“PLEHEHEASE! Oh, plehehease, I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum! I’m going t-toho-! AH!”

You barely had time to regain your breath before you dissolved into another orgasm. Lucifer sucked on your nipple and dug his fingers into your highest ribs, so close to your armpits, as he felt you coming one more time. Your body jolted, shivered and trembled with great force, your skin covering in goosebumps. 

He lifted his face to look at you, a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his mouth, and he whistled, seeing your face. You were sweating, tears rolling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin and even some snot was coming out from your nose. Your face was red, your eyebrows furrowed- you looked so beautifully wrecked, Lucifer could barely take it.

“P-Please,” you babbled, whimpering as Diavolo kept licking your trembling clit. “N-No m-more. It tihickles!”

“You’re gorgeous,” Lucifer mumbled, his nose nuzzling your wet cheek as you came down from your high. “I want you to laugh some more.”

You shook your head, “n-no plehease, I j-just cahame. It’s g-gonna be soho ba- AHAHAHA!”

Lucifer’s fingers were suddenly nestling under your arms, your armpits nicely taut for his fingers to tickle them merciless. 

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” You begged, howling in hysterics. Your laughter was the loudest they had ever heard. “Plehehease, Luhuhuci! I’ll reheheally dihihihie! Plehehease nohohot thehehere! I juhuhust cahahame!”

Lucifer chuckled, his fingers wiggling right in the middle of your armpits. “You’ll not die,” he said tenderly. “I won’t let you.”

You could only shake your head as Lucifer tickled you. The Avatar of Pride was vicious in his attack, he wanted to hear that hysterical laugh, he wanted to indulge you in all the tickling you’ve missed for not telling them what you wanted.

“I really can’t take this anymore,” Diavolo suddenly said and Lucifer turned around just to see the Crown Prince unbuttoning his slacks, his cock, red and wet, escaping from his underwear, looking ready to burst. Lucifer’s fingers froze as he stared at Diavolo’s length, he gulped, swallowing thickly. “You don’t mind, right beautiful?”

You gasped for air as you weakly lifted your head to look at Diavolo, your eyes widening when you saw his erect cock. You shook your head. “Di-Diavolo, I ju-just came. Give me o-one moment, I- fuck! Angh!”

He easily entered you. You were plenty wet already, Diavolo slipped easily into you. The Crown Prince gripped your thighs as he moved in and out. Your moans filled their ears and Lucifer didn’t know where to look, but his fingers twitched and he remembered he was tickling your poor, exposed armpits.

“NO! Nohohoho! Nahahat thahahat! Plehehehase! PLEHEHEASE! Luhuhucifeheher!” You threw your head back, laughing and moaning as Lucifer heard Diavolo’s own grunts and moans along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “H-Hahaharder! Diahahavolo, h-hahaharder!”

Diavolo chuckled, “o-oh?” he said, through gritted teeth. “Harder? Like this?”

You moaned, “Yes! Yehehes, mohohore! Plehehase, mohohore!” 

“More what?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk as he vibrated his fingers against your armpits, making you snort. “More tickles?”

You nodded your head weakly, “YEHEHES, plehehease! AH! Ahahahaa, nnngghh!”

Lucifer was surprised when you jolted and he looked behind him to see Diavolo’s thumbs sinking into your hips, tickling as he fucked you nicely. “You like that, beautiful?”

You nodded again, your voice hoarse. “Yehehehes! I’m gohohoing- annghh! I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum!”

“Me too,” Diavolo mumbled and Lucifer how both his lovers came undone at the same time. Their moans sending shivers down his spine. 

“LUHUHUCIHIHIFER PLEHEHEASE!” You shrieked in hysterics. Lucifer hadn’t stopped tickling you and after cumming for the third time, you were far from sensitive, he was amazed you could laugh still. “I’m gohohoing crahahahazy, plehehehease!” 

“Are you now? I’m sure you’re loving- whoa!” He was a bit startled when your arms suddenly came down, trapping his hands under them. Diavolo had broken his own spell and now you were free to move and squirm as you laughed your precious head off.

Lucifer chuckled and he finally stopped, pulling his head out from under your arms to let you catch your breath. You collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily and twitching a little. The strong smell slowly faded away and the demons’ arousal slowly died down as well as they looked at you adoringly and they both laid beside you, embracing you between their arms as they whispered sweet things against your ears.

‘Why didn’t you tell us before?’

‘Were you scared we were going to make fun of you?’

‘Was that too much?’

‘Did you enjoy yourself?’

‘What was your favorite part?’

A bunch of questions that mostly had you giggling because their whispers tickled you, but you answered each of them and they were satisfied, knowing that you stubbornly refused to admit that you were enjoying yourself. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. “That was amazing… I wouldn’t mind repeating it again some time.”

Lucifer laughed at that and he squeezed your waist, making you giggle. “Like right now?”

“Nohoho! N-Not now,” you said, shaking your head and moving closer to Diavolo who gently covered your naked body with a blanket. “Right now I want to sleep.”

Diavolo beamed, “a nap sounds fantastic right now!”

Lucifer made a face, “we’re all sticky, though, let’s take a bath first.” He hid a smirk when you and Diavolo whined like children as he got up from bed, heading to Diavolo’s bathroom. “Who knows,” he said, shrugging. “Our hands can slip and we could end up doing something else- oh, weren’t you both in bed?”

Suddenly, you and Diavolo were behind him, following him into the bathroom and he chuckled, shaking his head.

In the back of his head he thought about the main reason he had visited Diavolo’s chambers in the first place and he felt guilty thinking about all the paperwork that was awaiting for him at his office. Maybe he can skip the napping and let his darlings rest while he worked and-

“Aha! N-Nohohot mehehe! Not mehehehe!” Diavolo laughed, already half naked with your hands glued to his ribs, tickling him playfully. 

Lucifer sighed, smiling softly. Well, that paperwork could wait one more day, couldn’t it?

[amazingmsme]

The Boo Brothers

AN: Late, I know, but class doesn’t get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!

Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.

Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.

The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.

That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.

He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.

"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.

"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.

"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.

"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"

Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.

“Absolutely! And I’d appreciate it if you took this seriously,” he said, really hamming it up. “I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look!” He “released” his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“You liahahar!” she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.

“Nu uh!” Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. “See, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,” he lamented, working up Gwen’s sides. “I’m afraid I’m possessed by some kind of tickle monster!”

“You ahahare not!” she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Don’t know mate, seems legit to me,” he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.

“I just can’t help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really can’t help it!”

“Shuhut it you bahahastard!”

“Hey, I’m just as much a victim in this as you are!”

Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.

“Is there a reason you’re torturing them, or are you just bored?” he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.

“Peter’s possessed by a tickle monster!” Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough.

“Is he now?” he asked, seemingly uninterested. “Well I guess I’ll leave you all to it.” He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.

“Sorry bud, but I can’t help myself right now,” he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.

“G-go toho hehehell,” he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.

“Well that’s rude!” Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peter’s hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguel’s neck.

A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. “Ohohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahat’s bad! Peter!” Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.

Peter backed off with a smug grin. “You alright?” Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.

“What?” Miguel snapped, though it wasn’t as harsh as you’d expect.

“I bit you. You’re possessed now, it’s how it works,” he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.

“Bullshit.”

“No, it’s true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!” he explained frantically.

“You’re really gonna blame your wife?” Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.

“You’re missing the point. You’re possessed by the ghost too now,” he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.

“Oh so it’s a ghost now?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. “Well then, it’s a good thing they aren’t real.” He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.

Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.

“Well well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,” he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peter’s gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, “But he wanted me to tell you: run.” He really didn’t have to tell them twice.

They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.

Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.

They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.

Maybe Peter should get “possessed” more often.

[amusingmusie]

lingering on the thought of nel being in the hazbin hotel with alastor for more than five seconds tickles me so much because all i can think about is just How she got there

because it does seem to me she has no interest in being there so the conclusion my head comes to is that right after the pilot alastor immediately just rockets across the whole city at mac 20 to drag a Very Disoriented Nel back to the hotel

all the while yapping her ear off about some Fascinating New Project he has so Graciously lent his Services to.

None of which actually registers in poor nel's mind at first because it just so happened that she got whisked away while she was in the middle of giving her lunch order to a particularly hard of hearing waiter

the prospect just tickles me so much theyr so silly

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

Strained Introductions

It’s going to be so amusing to watch this ridiculous hotel go up in flames. 

Alastor smiles smugly to himself, tapping his claws along the head of his trusty microphone as he studies the chaos surrounding him. After a sound lunch of his mother’s classic jambalaya, he’s content to sit back and watch the others face the aftermath of today’s immense excitement. 

The princess and her little attack dog are exchanging shushed words in the corner of the lobby, foolishly believing that he can’t hear a word about their argument concerning his freshly established presence in the building. Husker has already drunk himself under the bar much to the disappointment of that rather womanly spider who’s been adjusting his pectoral floof and preparing for incessant flirtations. Niffty, darling Niffty, is the only one doing anything slightly useful; she’s been speedily scooping debris and rubble into a trash bag for easy disposal.

A trash bag. 

Of course- oh, he’s forgotten something terribly important! How could he be so foolish? With a crackle of static that draws all eyes to him, Alastor adjusts his bowtie and pats down his hair to ensure it’s perfect as always. A quick twirl of his staff and he taps over to the front door, giving a quick, parting bow.

“Excuse me, but I have an errand of utmost importance to run- I’ll return shortly!”

The royal guard, Vaggie as she insists on being called, glares at him. “No vuelvas, pendejo.”

“How sweet.” A faded, crackling laugh track punctuates his statement. “Try your best not to miss me while I’m gone. Ta-ta, chums!” 

Shadows encircle him and swallow his spindly form whole, leaving no trace of the Radio Demon behind.

////

“I said cherry.”

“This is cherry.”

“No, it’s not.” Nel pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs deeply in exasperation. “I’ve been telling you for ten minutes that it’s fucking strawberry, and I do not want the strawberry. I’m asking for cherry.”

“Whatever, Karen.”

“What? What the fuck does that mean?” she snaps at the exhausted worker, only barely keeping her temper in check. 

When he flips her off and disappears from behind the bakery counter into a backroom, she clenches her fists with a pissy growl, not giving two shits if her talons threaten to slice into her palms. Nel promptly decides fuck it, stomps around the counter, and snatches up a slice of cherry pie for herself.

She still throws a few bills down on the counter, though. Old habits die hard.

The buzzing begins first. Nel’s skin crawls as the sensation of pinpricks washes over her, an unfortunately familiar fuzzy hum growing louder and louder in her ears shortly afterwards. The flashing smiles come next, along with distant whispers, full body chills, and a tug on her heart.

Goddammit.

She glares at the bakery door right as Alastor manifests in front of it with an accompanying audience cheer.

“Hello, sweetheart!” He wastes no time in snatching her up around her waist and squishing her dangerously near his less than fresh smelling armpit. “We must be off! I have the most hilarious, pathetic thing to show you!”

“Your picture?”

The loud boo doesn’t deter her from smirking. The shadowy tendril that snatches up her pie does.

“No, my gangrenous toe, the Hazbin Hotel! We have front row seats to its inevitable demise. Think of all the failures we’ll get to witness! The struggling souls clinging to the foolhardy idea of redemption, their inevitable fall back into the pit of despair- ah, it’ll be great fun!”

“Wait, Alastor, did you get your ass involved with that goddamn, idiotic scam? You just came back-”

“Ah ah, we are involved!”

“What? WHAT? No the hell we are not-!”

The bakery is ripped away and replaced by fading carpet, peeling wallpaper, and five idiots staring at the swirl of shadows occupying the center of the hotel lobby. Once the darkness fades, Alastor stands alone with a giddy grin on his gray face. There’s a beat, and then Nel falls in from the fleeting shadows, landing flat on her face with her wings awkwardly flattened around her. 

Angel Dust peeks over, mutters, “Eh, it’s a chick. Fat ass though,” then returns to scrolling on his phone. 

“Alastor, who the fuck is this?” Vaggie doesn’t waste a moment on beginning her tirade, temper flaring now that another uninvited addition to the hotel has appeared. 

“Nobody who is overly important! Sweetheart, mind your manners and say hello.”

Nel grunts and picks her head up off of the floor. “Shut your ugly mouth.”

That less than kind response has Vaggie starting up again as Charlie desperately tries to calm her down. Nel doesn’t interrupt; for all she cares, this girl can bite Alastor’s head off and she won’t stop her. The blonde one- the princess, she remembers- tries to say something to her, but chooses to play damage control instead when a spear is held to Al’s throat.

A little skitter reaches Nel’s attention, and she sits up, turning to the side to face Niffty.

“Hiya, Nelly! Killed any good bugs lately?”

“No.”

“Aw.” Her red eye expands eerily and her smile grows. “Read any real good steamy stories lately?”

“...Come find me later, Niff. We’ll bump gums.”

“‘Kay!” Niffty skitters off as Nel chooses to continue to block out the ranting at her side. Well, if Alastor has Niffty running around this dump, then that means one of his other favorite unfortunates to torment can’t be too far away. 

“Husk?”

A single clawed middle finger raises from over the top of the bar.

“Yeah, fuck you too, asshole.”

Finally, finally, Princess Charlotte manages to extend a hand out to her. Apprehensively, Nel takes it, not quite able to remain as pissy as usual in the face of this obvious kindness. 

“Welcome to the Happy- uh, Hazbin Hotel!” she chirps, beaming widely and so genuinely that it has Nel’s anger withering even further. “We are so excited to have you join us and begin your path to redemption! Okay, so, right now we only have Angel Dust staying as a resident here, so we have a ton of empty rooms, fully customizable-!” 

Nel holds up a hand, and sighs. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in checking in.”

“Oh, well, um, if you’re a worker of Alastor’s, then we can-”

“Worker? Please, he wishes.” 

“Then what are you-?”

“Don’t fret about it!” Alastor interrupts, butting in by physically shoving himself between the two women as Vaggie settles next to her girlfriend. “Nelly is here with me under my protection, and that is that! She’ll stay by my side, and handle my business.”

Talk about her personal circle of Hell.

“Ah, I almost forgot!” Alastor snaps his fingers, and the abandoned piece of pie lands neatly on Nel’s curly head, splattering her with red filling. “There we are.”

Nel reaches up, sticks her finger into the pie, then brings it to her nose to smell. Strawberry. 

What a great start to her waking nightmare.

[ineffablyruined]

Prompt for Week Eleven:

Lingering.

Is there some hesitancy to part ways? Are some feelings harder to bury? Does a touch last a heartbeat longer than usual? Are some demons lurking around somewhere they shouldn't be? I don't know, but @interesting-egg and I can't wait to find out!

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[mah-t-wordblog]

Masterlist 💛

Demon Slayer 💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

The Oni of the Vase (lee!Muichiro ler!Gyokko)

You're amazing (lee!Zenitsu ler!Tengen and Kyojuro)

Everything is ok now (lee!Muichiro ler!Kagaya and Amane)

TICKLETOBER New discovery (lee!Shinobu ler!Giyu)

TICKLETOBER Role reversal (lee!Mitsuri ler!Obanai)

TICKLETOBER Costume (lee!Zenitsu ler!Inosuke)

TICKLETOBER Secret (lee!Tanjiro ler!Giyu)

TICKLETOBER Raspberries (lee!Muichiro ler!Giyu)

TICKLETOBER Cackle (lee!Giyu ler!Sanemi)

TICKLETOBER Lose (lee!Genya ler!Muichiro)

TICKLETOBER Spidering (lee!Muichiro ler!Genya)

TICKLETOBER Wake up! (lee!Zentisu ler!Tanjiro)

TICKLETOBER Cuddles (lee!Obanai ler!Mitsuri)

TICKLETOBER Boo! (lee!Giyu ler!Tengen and Kyojuro)

TICKLETOBER Hide and seek (lee!Tanjiro and Nezuko ler!Urokodaki)

TICKLETOBER Chase (lee!Muichiro ler!Yuuichiro)

Embarrassing you (lee!Genya ler!Sanemi)

What are you laughing at? (Lee!Muichiro ler!Obanai and Kaburamaru)

You’re not well (lee!Muichiro ler!Yuuichiro)

Whoever knocks him down first wins (lee!Muichiro ler!Giyu, Obanai and Sanemi)

Take a break (lee!Yushiro Ler!Tamayo)

You need to be kinder! (Lee!Muichiro ler!Tanjiro and others characters)

You thought you could? (Lee!Tanjiro ler!Giyu)

Stop touching that! (Lee!Muichiro ler!Shinobu)

I’m so sorry (lee!Giyu ler!Sabito)

An epic fight (switch!Tanjiro, Muichiro and Genya)

Paper plane competition (lee!Muichiro ler!Tanjiro)

Talking about feelings (lee!Genya ler!Tanjiro)

After the meeting with the hashiras (not tickle fic)

Afectuve memory (lee!Muichiro ler!Tetsuido)

How Giyu discovered (lee!Muichiro ler!Giyu)

Make it better (lee!Muichiro ler!Gyomei)

Defend you (not tickle fic)

The day Muichiro died (lee!Muichiro ler!all the hashira)

Can you take care of her? (Lee!Giyu ler!Nezuko)

Medical exam (lee!Giyu ler!Shinobu)

Make you smile (lee!Muichiro ler!Kotetsu and Kanamori)

The hashiras are better (lee!Gyomei ler!Kokushibo)

Treatment (lee!Giyu ler!Kagaya and Amane)

Painkiller (lee!Tanjiro ler!Giyu)

You can teach him a lesson (lee!Giyu ler!Tanjiro)

It’s too cold for you here (no tickle fic)

The duo strikes again (lee! Muichiro and Tanjiro ler!Kyojuro and Tengen)

Demon slayer characters if you ask then if they are ticklish

Déjà Vu (lee!Giyu ler!Sanemi)

Bad aura (lee!Sanemi ler!Gyomei)

Demon Slayer Headcanons (hashiras)

Demon Slayer Headcanons (kamaboko squad)

Arrogant (lee!Muichiro ler!Kyojuro)

Master and disciple (lee!Giyu ler!Tanjiro and Urokodaki)

Training doll (lee!Giyu ler!Kyojuro and Mitsuri)

Stupid joke (lee!Giyu ler!Muichiro)

No weakness (switch!Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke)

Ignored (lee!Giyu ler!Tengen)

Yes you’ll go (Switch!Muichiro and Tanjiro)

Miraculous ❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

Marc and Nathaniel Headcanons

TICKLETOBER Ticklish kiss (lee!Marc ler!Nath)

TICKLETOBER Sweet (lee!Luka ler!Adrien)

TICKLETOBER Tickle Fight (switch!Adrien and Luka

TICKLETOBER Win (lee!Marc ler!Nathaniel)

TICKLETOBER Treat (lee!Adrien ler!Luka)

TICKLETOBER Nuzzles (lee!Cat Noir ler!Ladybug)

TICKLETOBER Anticipation (lee!Nathaniel ler!Marc)

What was that? (Lee!Adrien ler!Luka)

You’re good enough (lee!Nathaniel ler!Marc)

It’s going to be ok (lee!Adrien ler!Luka)

Just relax (lee!Ladybug ler!Cat noir)

You are a work of art (lee!Marc ler!Nathaniel)

Tickle it out of you (lee!Marc ler!Nathaniel)

Keep playing (switch!Luka and Adrien)

Admit it (lee!Nathaniel ler!Marc)

Cheat (lee!Marinette ler!Adrien)

You always win (lee!Marinette ler!Luka and Adrien)

Smiles (switch!Nathaniel and Marc)

Bad artist (lee!Nathaniel ler!Marc)

Bungo Stray Dogs 🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍🤎🤍

TICKLETOBER Joke (lee!Fyodor ler!Nikolai)

TICKLETOBER Tease (lee!Poe ler!Rampo)

TICKLETOBER Are you ticklish? (lee!Chuuya ler!Dazai)

TICKLETOBER Fidget (lee!Atsushi ler!Dazai)

Bungo Stray Dogs Headcanons (only my favorites characters)

Just ask (lee!Dazai ler!Atsushi)

Jujutsu Kaisen 🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷

TICKLETOBER Hug (lee!Megumi ler!Yuji)

TICKLETOBER Prank (lee!Megumi ler!Yuji and Nobara)

[aero-dienamics]

Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin

Summary: Ranboo wakes up in a cabin with little to no memories. While he finds a way to escape, he meets a mysterious man. He decides to play the man’s game to try and win his freedom.

Word Count: 2914

TW: Swearing?? I guess

Authors Note: I spedran this fic in three days so it may be crappy but that’s probably fine!! This is basically repiping of Genloss but I sped some things up and changed some things. If this gets enough traction and people like it, it’ll be a 5 or 6 part series.

Shout out to @w1ntrr for the idea and peer review!! And @g1gglee-rxccoon, @delicatetreemagazine and @sillygolddude for peer reviewing as well because I forced y’all to <33

⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️

What is this place?

Ranboo awoke in someplace different than his bed. His whole body was sore, and he felt dizzy. He sat up, going to cover his mouth to yawn, but he noticed a big metal mask over his face. He panicked, desperately trying to pull it off with brute force. No matter how hard he yanked and tugged on the mask, it wouldn’t budge.

The place he was in felt familiar, although he couldn’t remember why. Come to think of it; he couldn’t remember much of anything. His mind felt blank… numb, even. Ranboo slowly and steadily got off the couch, deciding to take a better look at the place. It seemed to be some sort of cabin, maybe a house. All he had to work with was a TV, three doors, a bookshelf, and some… strange-looking decor. One door was locked with chains, the other by three keys. But the last door, which seemed like the front door, didn’t seem to have anything preventing his entry. So, even though it seemed futile, he opened it.

Ranboo was met with a complete change of scenery; He was suddenly at a beach. There was nothing but sand for miles, and the cabin behind him seemed to have disappeared. He picks up a handful of sand, inspecting it to see if it’s real.

“Yep. That’s sand,” Ranboo confirms before shoving the sand into his pocket. He walks back through the door, re-entering the cabin he started in. Since the front door led to nowhere, and there was no way he was opening the chained door, the door that required three keys was his answer. He noticed each lock was color-coded and assumed they all had a corresponding key.

“Guess I better find these keys, huh?” Ranboo said to himself. He spent the next 10 minutes searching each nook and cranny of the place, collecting keys until he had them all. Once he had them, he felt really pleased with himself.

“Finally, I’ve got all the—“ Ranboo’s celebration was cut short by a loud thud. He turns around to see the door he was trying so hard to open busted down with ease. A cloud of smoke flooded out the room, a demon appearing out of nowhere.

“BOO, BITCH!” The demon announces, stepping out of the mist. “Seen you’ve found my cabin!” His arrival was met with loud disembodied clapping and cheering.

Ranboo jumped at the sudden arrival, putting a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. He turns to the man, getting a better look at him. He was wearing a black suit and tie covered in a bunch of green slime. He also had green, slimy horns and brown hair. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t human.

“The name’s Slimecicle!” The Slime demon holds out a hand for the other to shake.

“I’m Ranboo...” Ranboo glances down at Slimecicle’s hand, noticing how it’s dripping with green slime and goo. “I don’t think I wanna shake your hand.”

Slimecicle’s face formed a frown. “Why not? Is it because I’m covered in slime? What’re you, slimeist? You- you gooist or somethin’?”

“What? What does that even— look like, man. I’m just trying to get out of here.” Ranboo sighed, looking around the dingy room he was in. “I just wanna go home.”

“Oh. So ya want your freedom, eh?” Slimecicle said with a mischievous grin. He was obviously up to no good. “I think I could get you outta here. Under one condition, of course. I wanna play a game with you.”

“A game?” Ranboo questioned. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that. He would do anything to win his freedom, and a game didn’t seem that hard to beat. But, there’s gotta be a catch. Slimecicle doesn’t seem trustworthy. “What kind of game? Are you going to cover me in slime or something?”

“Nah, I’m not gonna goop ya yet. Rude assumption, by the way. I wanna play trivia with you.” Slimecicle says with a shrug.

“Simple.. normal trivia?” Ranboo said, looking hopeful. The Slime Demon cackled mockingly. “Ohhh, Ranboo,” Slimecicle began. “For the few minutes you’ve known me, you don’t know me at all. Of course, this isn’t gonna be normal trivia!”

“Ohhh, of course, it isn’t.”

“It’s tickle trivia,” Slimecicle says like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“Excuse me?” Ranboo was hoping he had misheard the demon. He couldn’t have possibly said-

“Tickle trivia.”

“What.”

“You know, I ask you the questions, you may get tickled—“

“Ok, yeah, I’m clear on that part. But why? Why do I have to do this? How did you say that so.. so nonchalantly?”

“Well, the people I work for said I ‘couldn’t hurt you.’” Slimecicle says, rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. “Stupid rule, right?”

Ranboo shook his head. “That is the opposite of a stupid rule! I’d rather not die! But was tickling really the best alternative?”

“You seem scared, frightened even. I know I’m a scary dude, but it’s just trivia.”

“It’s not just trivia, and you know it! Who says I want to be... you know?”

“Who says you have a choice? Would you rather be gooped? Huh? Wanna be slimed? Play the trivia, Ranboo.”

He groaned. “I hate this place.”

“Don’t worry, Ranboo; you’re gonna be fine! The trivia is all about you and general knowledge! All you gotta do is remember! It’s not like you’re having trouble with your memories right now.”

The masked man stared at Slimecicle with a blank expression. Only half of his face could be seen, but his eyes said it all.

“I’m going to take your passive-aggressive silence as a sign to begin our game! Come on, guy. Step into this room.”

Ranboo reluctantly sighed and followed the slime man into the next room.

The room Ranboo stepped into immediately left him in awe. It was an entire gameshow set, with a contestant podium, an announcer podium, and a giant wheel in the center. The room had a bunch of lights and cameras; it even had a live audience of.. two people. Well, at least they looked like people.

Slimecicle was standing at the announcer's podium, holding a comically small microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking into it with a New York-style announcer voice.

“Wellllcome ghouls and gals, to Trivia!! I’m your host, Slimecicle the Slime Demon, and today we’re here with a new contestant, Ranboo. Our game is simple! He answers the questions, and we may or may not kill him. Well, we can’t ‘kill’ him, but if he somehow dies, that’s not my problem. We all know what happened to our last contestant. Poor Frank didn’t stand a chance.”

“Who the hell is Frank?”

“UNIMPORTANT! I think it’s time to start our game!! The rules are easy! Our game runs until I feel like stopping. I’ll ask Ranboo a question, and if he gets it wrong, nothing happens! But if he gets it wrong, I’ll tickle him for however long the wheel says! You ready, Ranboo?”

Ranboo whines at the idea of the game. “No.”

“GREAT! First question! HOW MANY… pickles are in this jar?” Slimecicle slams a jar of pickles down in front of Ranboo. The outside was covered in a bunch of slime.

Ranboo looks down at the pickle jar and squints at it. “Uhm… it says ‘Twelve Pickle Delights’ on the front of the jar.”

Slimecicle looks down at the jar, forgetting that there is a label. He just decides to slowly turn the jar around until the title isn’t visible. “Nuh uh, no, it doesn’t— uhm. Pickle number, what is it?”

“…twelve.”

“Fine. I’ll give that to you. One point for you.” A random loud correct buzzer rings through the room. Getting the question right raised Ranboo’s self-confidence immensely. This was going to be a walk in the park.

“Question number two.” Slimecicle started, adjusting his suit and tie. “What is.. your middle name?”

Ranboo chuckled quietly. ‘Seriously?’ He thought. That was such a simple question. Everyone knew their middle name; this would score him an easy point.

“Simple! It’s uhmmm. Uh.. huh.” Ranboo couldn’t remember. Every time he tried to bring it up, his mind went blank. “It’s on the top of my head; just give me a second.”

Slimecicle grinned smugly. “What? Don’t you know your own middle name? Talk about a sticky situation, folks.” A loud cackle from his ghouls sounded through the room. “Heh, good crowd. You’ve got three seconds to answer, Ranboo.”

“Uh, I don’t know??” Ranboo panicked, looking around the room for some idea or hint of his middle name. “Screw it, Finklebottom??”

“Ooohh, Ranboo, that is.. not right. Like, not at all right.” He sighs, looking at the other in mock disappointment. A loud incorrect buzzer sound played. “Unfortunate. For you, at least.”

“Well- what was the right answer?!” Ranboo shrugged. This was totally unfair.

“You’ll remember soon enough, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t that. My ghouls, bring him here!” Before Ranboo could protest, two “ghouls” appeared on either side of him, grabbing his arms. He yelps as the two ghouls present him to Slimecicle, ensuring Ranboo doesn’t slither away.

“Alright, Boo Boy,” The demon hissed. “You already know what’s gonna happen. Let’s spin the wheel to see how long you’re gonna get tickled for.”

Slimecicle reaches down to the wheel below him, giving it a strong spin. He and Ranboo looked to the wheel, although Slimecicle was beaming with excitement while Ranboo’s stomach filled with dread. They watch as the wheel spins around and around until… it lands.

“Damn,” Slimecicle groaned. “Only thirty seconds? That’s no fun.”

Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohh, thank god.”

“Do not mention that man in my cabin,” Slimecicle warned before walking over to Ranboo.

“Let me just choose a spot… eenie, meenie, minie.. fuck it!” Slimecicle decides to go for a sneak attack, latching into Ranboo’s hips and gently squeezing them. The Demon's eyes lit up in delight as the masked man squealed in surprise before falling into a fit of giggles. Ranboo tried to squirm and move away from Slimecicle’s touch, but the ghouls had a tight grip on him.

“Wow, Ranboo! Your ticklishness definitely makes up for the wheel time we got!!” Slimecicle says gleefully.

“Ahahaw jehehesus, this feheheels weird!” Ranboo felt the need to curl in on himself and protect himself, but he, unfortunately, had nowhere to go. He had just to stand there and take it, although he didn’t know if he could stand up for much longer.

“Does it feel weird because of the slime or because of the fact you're super ticklish?” The Slime Demon said with a smug grin on his face.

“Shuhut the hehehell uhUHUHAHAP!!” Ranboo’s laughter immediately spiked two octaves as Slimecicle’s hands moved to dance along Ranboo’s belly.

“Oho, I think I found a new spot!” Slimecicle says with unbridled joy. He doesn’t even consider for a second about letting Ranboo go. “This just keeps getting better and better!”

Ranboo gets so worked up to the point where he’s snorting through his giggles. His struggling becomes more desperate as his laughter keeps rising.

“EHEHEW EW, GET OHOHOFF!!”

“YEAHH, HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE SLIMED??” Slimecicle laughed along with Ranboo.

Ranboo eventually got free from the ghouls, using his new freedom to protect his body. “Hehey! The whee said thirty seheconds! You’ve gone way past that!” He protested through breathy giggles.

Slimecicle immediately retracts his hands, putting them up in surrender. “Woahhh, Jeez, you’re jumpy. But I suppose that’s fair enough.” He lets Ranboo return to his podium as he starts the next question. Ranboo rubs off the phantom tickles and the goo that was left on him.

“Let’s jump right back into it. Question three!! What is… in my pocket right now?”

Ranboo is entirely out of breath and can barely think straight, and this demon figure is asking him stupid, nonsense questions that he doesn’t know how to answer.

“What’s in your pocket? What kind of questions are these? I don’t know, man, slime?”

Slimecicle squints his eyes at him, basically looking into his soul. He stares at Ranboo with such focus and precision that it’s kind of intimidating. He walks straight up to Ranboo, leaning on the contestant podium. “Really? That’s the best answer ya got? It’s because I’m a Slime Demon, huh? I’m such a slimy boy that I have slime in my pocket? Well, let me tell you something, Ranboo. You are… absolutely right. Congrats!” A loud correct buzzer sound played again.

Slimecicle takes out a giant clump of slime and places it in Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo is absolutely disgusted. “Greattttt…” Ranboo says in disgust. “More slime… on my body. Wow.”

“Gotta love it, right?”

“I definitely have emotions about this, but I’m not sure if love is one of them.”

“Well, Ranboo, you’re two for three, and we’re on the last question. Get this question, and you’re given your freedom. Although, if you get this wrong, you’ll have to be tickled by me until the time on the wheel ends! Which may be never, but. That’s not relevant right now.” Slimecicle rubbed his hands together in anticipation, getting stuck to himself for a second.

“Hold on- ok- yep. There we go.” He says, a pop coming from his hands as he frees himself. Ranboo has to stop himself from gagging. “Alright, Boo. Final question. This one’s for alll the goo. How… did you get here?”

“How did I get here?” That question was way more loaded than it should be. Through all that’s been going on, Ranboo never got the time to stop and think about it. “How did I get here?”

“Come on, Ranboo. I need a straight answer here. You’re runnin’ out of slime! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean—“

“It’s pointless!” Ranboo interrupts. “We’re just wasting both of our times. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

Slimecicle smiled. “I hoped you were gonna say that.” A loud incorrect buzzer sound plays once more as Slimecicle puts his hand on the wheel. “Can’t wait to spin this again!”

Slimecicle spins the wheel once again, crossing his fingers for a high time. “Come on, big slime, big slime!!” Eventually, the wheel slows down and lands on.. three days.

Ranboo’s eyes immediately widened. “THREE DAYS? Why is that even an option?!”

“Oh, you’re gonna need like seven showers after this, pal.” Slimecicle snaps his fingers and brings over his ghouls over to Ranboo. “Looks like you’ve lost! You’re probably gonna end up like Frank after this.”

“Come on, Slimecicle! We don’t have to do this! You can just let me go, and you’ll never have to see me again!” Ranboo begins to back up slowly before trying to make a dash to the exit, but Slimecicle’s ghouls grab onto him before he can leave.

“Ranboo, Ranboo. How naïve of you.” The Slime Demon giggles deviously, putting his hands on Ranboo’s sides to make him jump.

“Please, you cAHAHAN’T!” Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Slimecicle was already pinching and squeezing at his sides.

“Ya know, you’ve lasted longer than most trivia members! Most people got a week on their first spin!” He says without a care in the world. “I wonder if you’ll last.”

“PLEHEHEASE, LEHET GO!” Ranboo cried out through his cackles and snorts.

“No can do, buddy. You’ve still got a whole three days to go!” He laughed maniacally.

“Jesus, Ranboo, you’re all bone! You need more slime on you!” He teased, trying to tickle as much area as possible. One of Slimecicle’s hands pinched between each of Ranboo’s ribs while the other gently swirled around the rim of his belly button.

The closer Slimecicle got to Ranboo’s belly button, the more Ranboo reacted. This put a smile on Slimecicle’s face.

“I DOHOHON’T WANT MORE SLIHIME!! THIHIS IS GROSS!” Ranboo complained.

“Well, I mean,” Slimecicle shrugged. “It could get grosser.” Ranboo could practically hear the shit-eating grin Slimecicle had on his face before his finger dipped into his belly button, swirling it around quickly.

A screech ripped from Ranboo’s mouth as he squirmed around a bunch. Even though his face wasn’t visible, his ears were going red from embarrassment.

“Guess this is a really bad spot, huh?” The demon mocked. “Sucks you’re gonna have to deal with this for a while!”

“OHOHH GOD- FUHUCK THIS!!”

Ranboo really didn’t want to touch him, but he couldn’t just sit here and take this for much longer. In a panic, he gets away from the ghouls and takes out the sand from his pocket, throwing it in Slimecicle’s eyes. It takes a few seconds for the Slime demon to get his hands off of Ranboo, but eventually, he lets go of him to cover his eyes.

“OWW, MY EYES!” Slimecicle cried. “MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!” He gets up and makes his way to the exit, his ghouls following behind him. “This fucking hurts, you know! I’m not gonna let this go! I’m coming back for you!” Slimecicle curses as he leaves the room.

Ranboo is left in the game room alone. He leans against the wall to gain his breath back. It takes him a minute, but eventually, he regains his strength and decides to follow the demon through the exit.

He sighs as he’s back in the cabin for a third time, but the demon isn’t anywhere to be found. Thank god.

“Well, that sucked.”

[all-about-kyu]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

Summary: just more content of the Dreamies as ghost hunters Pairing: non Genre: humor Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of paranormal beings, mentions of death, language, dreamie appropriate petplay (as always) Word Count: N/A Note: here's your bi-annual @raibebe and starlitmark ghost hunter dreamie content

Part 1 || Part 2

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤

“The REM pod is all about penetration”

Constantly making dick jokes with Jaemin

Weird noises into the cells trying to lure specific spirits

“Damn I thought that might work” (after doing the most stupid thing Renjun has ever seen)

Tries to box the ghosts even though they’re noncorporeal

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

Verbally assaults the ghosts (he was scared)

Matches the ghosts’ energy 

Will jump Haechan for trying to provoke demons

Brings flowers for ghosts with tragic deaths

Particularly scared of the children ghosts for some reason

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨

Has conversations with the Boo Buddy

“I didn’t even see this cute picture of some kitties! Look at those Kitties!”

More invested in the puzzles of the escape room than in investigating

Still eating the food for the seance

Gets bullied into barking to communicate with dog ghosts

𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

lullaby playing on a music box “This is a fucking banger.”

Tried to make out with a ghost a few times

“Are you trying to rizz me right now?” (both at Renjun and a ghost)

Purposely hides the walkie-talkie in the darkest, furthest corner of the location for the next investigator to suffer

Mocks Renjun and Jisung’s reactions to things when he doesn’t hear what they’re hearing

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

Always playing with the children ghosts still

Ovilus says ‘window’ and ‘show’ so he dances in the window for the team to see

Renjun: “OMG DID YOU HEAR THAT?” // Jaemin: “Oh, that was me talking to the pigeons.” 

Speaks in a baby voice to the demonic entities

Loves trying to find animal ghosts

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞

Chenle: *lounging on the furniture and speaking dramatically with hand motions* // Renjun: “Someone killed themselves in that chair.” // Chenle: JUMPS off of the chair

Tries to bribe the ghosts with anything he can think of

Willingly showing his grippers on camera to test if the ghosts will really tickle his feet

Actively encourages the ghosts to be more active with Renjun and Jisung in particular

Constantly trying to pull pranks on the believing investigators with Haechan

𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

“I hate this fucking bear” (in reference to the Boo Buddy)

Accidentally setting off attractions and traps in more modern locations

Really hates doing solo investigations still and having to hunt for the walkie

Always bonks his head on narrow doorways with the headcam on and scares himself

Subject to all the stupid things Chenle and Haechan want him to do on solos

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[nekoma-not-lee]

TickleTober 2024 Masterlist

Here’s a new masterlist! And yes, once again I will be adding my self insert into a few of them bc I can’t resist. Also these are spoiler-free until you click the links that will be added eventually. On fandoms I’ve gotten through so far, there will be spoilers, but I will usually mark them as spoilers when I finish them and know for sure. So be careful to avoid spoilers (unless you don’t care)!

1. Anticipation

Honkai: Star Rail - ler!Caelus, lee!Dan Heng

Caelus was in a lee mood and was giving hints about it to Dan Heng. When Dan Heng finally get’s fed up, Caelus is surprised to find he won’t get what he wants so easily.

2. Chase

Genshin Impact - ler!Kinich, lee!Neko

After Neko finally got Kinich to join their party, they were in high spirits. But then they remembered the rules…and bolted. How will this game of chase end, I wonder?

3. Prank

Hunter x Hunter - ler!Gon, lee!Killua

Killua pranks Gon, chaos ensues!

4. Hide and Seek

Assassination Classroom - ler!Karma, lee!Nagisa

Nagisa wanted to see if he could beat Karma in a game of hide and seek. Let’s just say…he definitely lost.

5. Boo!

Ogus’s Laws - ler!Su Yuan, lee!Fu Yu

Su Yuan tried to scare Fu Yu by tasing his sides. Let’s just say that more than just a loud shriek left his mouth after that.

6. Cuddles

Vengeful Weapon, Tears of Poison - ler!Amelia, lee!Noam

Amelia and Noam are cuddling and then when Amelia’s hand brushes Noam’s side by accident, she finds out something new about him.

7. Fidget

Blue Exorcist - ler!Yukio, lee!Rin

Rin won’t sit still, so Yukio tickles him to expel his energy.

8. Nuzzles

Delicious in Dungeon - ler!Marcille, lee!Falin

This one is based on an image I found! Falin has a soft and warm tummy with feathers, so of course Marcille can’t help but bury her face in it.

9. Wake Up!

The Beastly Count After Dark - ler!Violetta, lee!Theobald

Theobald is refusing to wake up, so Violetta has resorted to…“drastic measures”.

10. Spidering

Your Turn To Die - ler!Sara, lee!Ranmaru

Ranmaru wasn’t paying attention to what Sara was telling him, something about Joe and Ryoko. So Sara tickles him to get his attention.

11. Hug

Genshin Impact - ler!Neko, lee!Ei

Neko is happy that Ei finally came home to join their team, but remembers the rules mid-hug and chaos ensues.

12. Mischief

Genshin Impact - ler!Aether, lee!Kinich

Aether finds out Kinich is ticklish, chaos ensues.

13. Win

This World Is Mine - ler!Charlize, lee!Wooyeon

As Charlize’s reward for winning a bet with Wooyeon, she tickles her.

14. Lose

Maria the Telepathic Animal Healer - ler!Maria, lee!Eins (minor ler!Glick)

Eins (surprisingly) started a tickle fight with Maria, and let’s just say he’s definitely lost this fight.

15. “Are You Ticklish?”

Demon Slayer - ler!Tanjiro, lee!Muichiro

Tanjiro get’s curious if Muichiro’s ticklish, and when he finds out the answer, let’s just say he’s more than pleased.

16. Cackle

Your Turn To Die - ler!Keiji, lee!Sou

Keiji finds out Sou’s ticklish, and let’s just say Sou’s laughter is absolutely adorable.

17. Raspberries

The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince - ler!Anthea, lee!Blake

Anthea wanted to cheer Blake up since he was sad, so wholesome tickles ensue.

18. Tickle Fight

I Woke Up As a Notorious Troublemaker! - switch!Christina, switch!Rufus

Siblings normally have tickle fights, right? So it made sense for these two, who weren’t fully related, to have one…right?

19. Secret

Obey the Flower - ler!Floria, lee!Cartel

Floria finds out Cartel is secretly ticklish and exploits this “weakness”.

20. Tease

Genshin Impact - ler!Neko, lee!Kaveh

Neko got a little angy that Kaveh refused to join their team. Come on! Their fashion sense is amazing! So they decided to wreck Kaveh…but not like he’s used to it from Alhaitham.

21. Costume

Omori - ler!Mari, lee!Sunny

Mari finds Sunny’s costume adorable, and can’t help but tickle the little guy!

22. Role Reversal

Witch’s Heart - switch!Ashe, switch!Noel

Ashe started it, and let’s just say Noel more than finished it.

23. Sweet

Genshin Impact - ler!Kaveh, lee!Alhaitham

Alhaitham keeps eating all the sweets, and Kaveh is less than pleased.

24. Joke

Genshin Impact - ler!Aether, lee!Lyney

Lyney tells a joke to Aether, Aether has one up his sleeve as well.

25. New Discovery

Baldur’s Gate 3 - ler!Shadowheart, lee!Draconis

Shadowheart didn’t know their partner was ticklish…or that Dragonborn could be ticklish like other races, so she clearly had to thoroughly explore this discovery.

26. Ticklish Kiss

Watch Out for the Dream Demon - ler!Yi Kui, lee!Lin You

Yi Kui tries to give Lin You a kiss on the neck, and finds out he’s super ticklish. He never knew humans could be so sensitive.

27. Non-Human Parts

Voltron- ler!Keith, lee!Neko

As soon as Keith discovered Neko was part Galra, he’d always wondered how their galran ears would feel. Today he found out, and let’s just say those fluffy kitty ears were more than just sensitive.

28. Spooked

Duchess’s Lo-Fi Coffeehouse - ler!Loanna, lee!Hartwin

Loanna accidentally scared Hartwin when going to his napping spot. So to calm him down, she tickles him!

29. Magic

Cultivator x Contract Spirit - ler!Tong Xi, lee!Zhi Yi

Tong Xi thinks he accidentally hurt Zhi Yi with one of his electricity attacks, but found out it just tickled…and of course he exploits it.

30. Trick-or-Treat

Your Turn To Die - ler!Kugie, ler!Kanna, lee!Sou

Sou is not pleased in being dragged along for trick-or-treating, Kanna and Kugie change his mind.

31. Aftercare

Your Turn To Die - ler!Reko, lee!Nao

Reko wrecks Nao pretty good, but now we get to see the lesbians cuddle afterwards.

[delphi-dreamin]

The Eighth Pact

Seir finally convinces Delphi to make a pact with him.

Characters: OC!Seir, MC!Delphi, Beelzebub

Relationships: Seir x Delphi x Beel

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, threesome, public sex, fingering (f receiving), PIV, oral (f receiving)

Notes: I've been working on this for a while and couldn't work out an ending, so...it's a bit unfinished. But I'm in love with this ficlet. I'm in love with the dynamics. And I hope y'all enjoy it too!

Delphi yawns, watching the Fangol team filter out of the locker room. She’d been waiting outside for half an hour, on top of practice running long. If she checks her D.D.D., she knows she’ll see that she’s missed dinner, and probably her movie night with Mammon, too. But during the season, everyone knows that she’ll be watching Beel most nights anyway. They may have saved her a plate, but more than likely, she’d have to pick up something with Beel on their way home.

The first few of Beel’s teammates to leave the locker room had smiled at her, given her little waves. By now, they were used to her waiting for him after practice. Some of them had said a quick hello before heading off to their own dinners. As it got later, the warm smiles had taken on a cast of pity. They knew as well as she did that Beel would be the last one out of the locker room. He always is. And she just had to sit and wait.

Finally, one of the last few of the team leaves. He almost looks past her, but she catches his attention with another yawn.

“You can go in if you want, Delphi,” the tall demon tells her. “It’s just Seir and Beel left in there.”

“Thanks,” she smiles, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and heading for the door.

The usual wall of steam hits her when she enters, and she takes a moment to adjust to the thickness of the air. After a few seconds, Delphi makes her way to Beel’s locker to drop her bag and wait. The actual locker room is empty, meaning that Beel and Seir are both still in the showers, so she finds a seat on a bench and gets out her D.D.D. to check her messages.

Boo💋: Delphi, dear! I saved you a plate from dinner!

Me: You’re my hero, Asmo!

Boo💋: Aww, you’re so cute!

Boo💋: You can come to my room when you get home to thank me properly ♡

She’s typing out her reply when she hears footsteps approaching from the back of the room. Looking up, she expects to see Beel walking into the room. Instead, Seir is padding toward her, stark naked and attempting to towel dry his long hair. She feels her face go hot and tries to look back down at her messages, but piercing sea-glass eyes catch hers before she can.

“Delphi?”

“H-Hey, Seir!” Delphi greets him, voice high and breaking as she attempts to look anywhere but at him. She finally settles on her shoes, covering her mouth with her hand.

She hears him pad to his own locker, hears the towel drop onto the bench, hears Seir sit down himself. She risks taking a peek, blushing furiously when she sees him watching her. He’s leaned back on his elbows straddling the bench, head tilted slightly with water dripping from his red locks, observing her reddening cheeks with a smirk.

“Y’know, you never did answer my question yesterday,” the demon says, his eyes never leaving Delphi’s as he spreads his legs the tiniest bit wider.

“Q-Question?” Delphi stammers. She only vaguely remembers speaking with Seir the day before, and definitely doesn’t remember what about. And how could she with his dick hanging out like that?

With a cat-like grin, he rises from the bench and stalks over to her like a predator on the hunt. He stands over her, arms crossed over his muscular chest, looking down with one brow raised.

Seir leans down, his face nearly touching hers, and murmurs, “Would you consider a pact with me?”

Delphi’s heart hammers in her chest. His warm breath tickles the tiny hairs on her face and makes her skin feel hot all over. Her eyelids flutter closed and she takes in his heady scent, remembering only distantly that this is part of his power.

“Maybe,” she breathes, corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. “I think I’d like that.”

When she opens her eyes again, she’s met with the color of sea glass, glinting under the fluorescent lights. Seir grins, taking her face in his hands.

“I am Seir, traveler between worlds and finder of hidden things. I pledge myself to you, Delphi, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact. This I swear to you on my name as well as the blood that runs through my veins.”

A familiar warmth floods Delphi’s senses as the power of the pact washes over her. It isn’t as intense as the Avatars’. Seir’s power isn’t nearly as great as theirs. But the sensation is the same.

She stills, feeling him tug her to him, his lips meeting hers in a tentative kiss. It’s softer than she expected from him. He’s spent weeks teasing her, pestering her for a pact, deliberately trying to make Lucifer or Beel or Asmo jealous. And now he’s hesitant?

She wraps her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up from her seat on the bench and wrapping her legs around his waist. The warmth she feels from his oath spreads as he sits down and pulls her into his lap. She rolls her hips, smirking when she feels him buck up into her.

Delphi pulls back, still smirking. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you, Seir?”

She feels the growl rumble in his chest before she hears it, hears the buttons of her uniform shirt hit the floor before she realizes that he’s ripped it off of her. The burn of hellfire sears across her ribs as he presses his palms to her sides, pulling her in for another kiss. This one is heated and desperate, full of teeth and tongues and shared breaths that make her head go fuzzy.

“Delphi?”

She breaks the kiss, turning to look for the voice that had called out to her with a smile. She holds out a hand to Beel as he approaches. He takes it gently in his, leaning down just enough to kiss her palm.

“Come here, Beel,” she croons, tugging his arm until he sits behind her, large hands coming to rest on her hips.

“What’s going on?” the Avatar of Gluttony rumbles, nuzzling into her neck possessively.

Delphi giggles, shivering at his damp skin on hers. She pulls the tatters of her shirt aside, revealing the newest sigil burned in black on her skin. “Seir finally convinced me to make a pact with him.”

“Is that right?” Beel hums, nibbling at her shoulder. He gently pries her from Seir’s lap, pulling her onto his and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Does Seir think he can handle being your pact demon, little one?”

“Why don’t you ask him, Bub?” Delphi suggests, hooking her legs over Beel’s knees with a grin. She rests her head back against his chest, her gaze fixed on the blushing demon across from her.

Beel chuckles darkly, bringing one hand up to her throat and the other to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers trailing up beneath her skirt. He looks to his teammate with a wry smile. “What do you think, Seir? Think you can handle it?”

Seir swallows thickly, watching as Beel’s fingers rub lightly over the growing wet spot in her underwear, his grasp tightening ever so slightly on her delicate throat. He continues to watch as Delphi reaches up with one hand, threading her narrow fingers through ginger locks, her breath coming in shallower and her face flushing. She reaches out to him with the other, taking his wrist when he offers it and bringing his hand to her chest.

“You can handle it, can’t you Seir?” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as her newest pact mate dips nimble fingers under her bra to roll one hard nipple between them. She groans deeply as he does, grinding into Beel’s hand as hard as she can with him gripping her throat.

Seir watches, fascinated, as Beel pushes her soaked panties to the side and runs one thick finger through her glistening folds. He bites his lip as the digit plunges deep within her, disappearing down to the knuckle. She whimpers at the intrusion, canting her hips to every movement Beel makes and Seir finds himself unable to look away.

“Open your eyes, little one,” Beel murmurs into her ear, still grinning at his teammate. “Let him see your face.”

Delphi does as she’s told, meeting Seir’s lust-filled gaze with a smile. She continues to stare into his eyes as Beel’s grip on her throat tightens and he adds a second finger alongside his first, curling them both into her sensitive spots repeatedly. Her head spins and she feels her coil tightening almost unbearably, wanting but unable to whimper and moan into the sensations.

She finally feels the coil snap and hot ecstasy flood her senses as Beel continues to pump his fingers into her in time with the jerking of her hips. Tears fall from the corners of her violet eyes as she tries to cry out but can’t, her vision going dark at the edges instead. Slick coats Beel’s hand as Delphi comes down from her high, loosening his grip on her neck slowly until she’s breathing easily against his chest.

“Think you can keep going, sweetheart?” Beel asks, gently kneading her thigh with one massive hand.

She smiles up at him, nodding. “I’m fine, Beel. You know I can take more than that.”

The Avatar of Gluttony chuckles, “I had to check.”

“So, what do you think, Bub? Think Seir deserves a turn?” Delphi muses, leaning forward to stroke the demon’s cheek lightly. He trembles under her touch, fully shaking as she trails her hand down his neck and chest. She can see how ragged his breath is, can feel him rising up to meet her hand as her fingers brush his flushed skin.

“Delphi, I-“

She smiles, extricating herself from Beel’s grasp and gingerly climbing into Seir’s lap, her hands on his freckled shoulders. Beel takes her hips to steady her, lowering her gently onto Seir’s leaking tip with a deep growl. It’s the same growl he uses when his brothers get a little too close in his presence and Delphi can’t help the shiver it sends through her.

Beel lowers her down until she’s sitting with her hips flush against Seir’s, letting her rest there until she begins to squirm and whine. He lifts her again, shifting his grasp under her ass, until only Seir’s swollen tip remains in her, then drops her back down hard enough for her to cry out. Seir groans, leaning back on his elbows to allow Beel to move Delphi more freely. And Beel does.

Holding her legs apart, Beel slides her up and down his teammate’s cock, savoring both of their moans with a smug grin. He sets a languorous pace, not seeming to hear Delphi as she babbles and begs him to go faster. She may think she knows what she wants, but he knows her body better than that.

She cries out with every hard slam back down into Seir’s lap, her nails digging into his pale skin and leaving little red crescents behind. Seir responds in kind, his hands coming up to fist themselves in her pink curls. He pulls her down into a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting just as Beel slams her down again.

The sob that escapes her throat as she tightens around him is mind-numbing, and he can’t stop himself from bucking up into her and filling her as she spasms around him. The tears running down her cheeks are salty and warm as they reach the corners of his lips, and he kisses them away without a second thought.

The hands holding her ass tighten, then Beel lifts her up and settles her back on his lap. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her hips jerking as she clenches around nothing. A white puddle grows on the silver bench below her, and Seir watches the viscous liquid drip from her with parted lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes, watching as Beel spreads her legs and more cloudy white oozes from her drenched folds.

She sees his eyes go dark, then he transforms in front of her. Beautiful red wings spread out behind him, and a bleached-white skull materializes over his lovely face. She can’t tell exactly what kind of skull it is, but it’s larger than a deer’s and his eyes glow within the orbits. She watches with her jaw on the floor as he slowly removes the skull and looks at her with those smoldering eyes. Behind her, she can feel the air shift as Beel transforms as well, a low buzzing filling the air as he adjusts his insectoid wings.

“Are you gonna clean up your mess?” Beel growls to Seir, the power behind his words sending a shiver up Delphi’s spine.

Without a word, Seir bends forward, jaw slack, and glides his tongue through the small puddle on the bench. Delphi watches his eyes roll back and his lids flutter as his lips close in a satisfied smile. He swallows, then his brilliant turquoise eyes are opening again to fix her with his glowing gaze.

She watches his mouth fall open again, his forked tongue slipping between her folds to lap up the milky liquid still oozing from her. Her hips buck involuntarily, but he holds her in place with a nearly bruising grip, his eyes never leaving hers. She whimpers at the contact, his hot breath and pierced tongue just too much on her already frazzled nerves.

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TickleTober List!

#AugTickleTober2024

🎃 Day 1 - Anticipation: Ler Jinshi x Lee Maomao

👻 Day 2 - Chase: Ler Nezuko x Lee Tanjiro

🔪 Day 3 - Prank: Ler Kakashi x Lee Naruto

🕷️ Day 4 - Hide and Seek: Ler Frieren x Lee Stark & Fern

🎃 Day 5 - Boo!: Ler Bakugo x Lee Deku

👻 Day 6 - Cuddles: Ler Bangchan x Lee Reader

🔪 Day 7 - Fidget: Ler Miyuki x Lee Kaguya

🕷️ Day 8 - Nuzzles: Ler Monster x Lee Jinwoo

🎃 Day 9 - Wake Up: Ler Fern x Lee Frieren

👻 Day 10 - Spidering: Ler Sanji x Lee Zoro

🔪 Day 11 - Hug: Ler Lee Know x Lee Han Jisung

🕷️ Day 12 - Mischief: Ler Loki x Lee Reader

🎃 Day 13 - Win: Ler All Might x Lee Deku

👻 Day 14 - Lose: Ler Yuji, Megumi x Lee Nobara

🔪 Day 15 - "Are you ticklish?": Ler Gojo x Lee Megumi

🕷️ Day 16 - Cackle: Ler Ryuk x Lee Light Yagami

🎃 Day 17 - Raspberry: Ler Geto x Lee Reader

👻 Day 18 - Tickle Fight: Lee/Ler Naruto/Sasuke

🔪 Day 19 - Secret: Ler Orochimaru x Lee Kabuto

🕷️ Day 20 - Tease: Ler Orochimaru x Lee Kabuto

🎃 Day 21 - Costume: Ler Bang Chan x Lee Changbin

👻 Day 22 - Role Reversal: Ler Eren x Lee Levi

🔪 Day 23 - Sweet: Ler Lyla x Lee Miguel O'Hara

🕷️ Day 24 - Joke: Ler Gojo x Lee Geto

🎃 Day 25 - New Discovery: Ler Deku x Lee Todoroki

👻 Day 26 - Ticklish Kiss: Ler Yor x Lee Loid

🔪 Day 27 - Nonhuman Parts: Skipped bc I literally couldn't think of anything

🕷️ Day 28 - Spooked: Lee Okarun x Ler Momo

~ Tickle Writings ~

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ler Gojo x Lee Yuji

Ler Megumi & Itadori x Lee Nobara

Ler Gojo x Lee Megumi

Ler Geto x Lee Reader

Ler Gojo x Lee Geto

Death Note

(1) Ler Ryuk x Lee Light

(2) Ler Ryuk x Lee Light

Spy x Family

Ler Yor x Lee Loid

One Piece

Ler Sanji x Lee Zoro

Apothecary Diaries

Ler Jinshi x Lee Maomao

Demon Slayer

Ler Nezuko x Lee Tanjiro

Attack on Titan

Ler Eren x Lee Levi

Solo Leveling

Ler Monster x Lee Jinwoo

Naruto Shippuden

Ler Kakashi x Lee Naruto

Lee/Ler Naruto x Lee/Ler Sasuke

(1) Ler Orochimaru x Lee Kabuto

(2) Ler Orochimaru x Lee Kabuto

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

(3) Ler Orochimaru x Lee Kabuto

Dan Da Dan

Lee Okarun x Ler Momo

Ler Frieren x Lee Stark & Fern

Ler Fern x Lee Frieren

My Hero Academia

Ler Bakugo x Lee Deku

Ler All Might x Lee Deku

Ler Deku x Lee Todoroki

Love is War

Ler Miyuki x Lee Kaguya

Stray Kids

Ler Bangchan x Lee Reader

Ler Lee Know x Lee Han Jisung

Ler Bangchan x Lee Changbin

Marvel Stuffs

(1) Ler Loki x Lee Reader

(2) Ler Loki x Lee Reader

Ler Lyla x Lee Miguel O'Hara