#I thought he had blue eyes on his skin 👁

[sock-hops]

Yep, definitely a few sharp teeth for Tango!

Also, I must regretfully inform you in the same ask that Xisuma too has purple eyes

Who else has purple eyes that I’m not aware of?!!

[dabiscrustyfeet]

Heya! I saw that your asks were open and I wanted to ask if you could do Mc meeting Diavolo’s dad? Like bursting in the castle to tell the prince about their day or their scheduled tea party or some other plan only to find his dad just sitting there. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. Take care ❤️

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Holy shite I love your work a lot my darling i can’t believe you requested

Ooh la and this request of yours is gold like- there is so much to write about. Imagine bursting in the castle and this guy is who is supposed to be asleep or something drinking some tea like 🤨 🍵🤏. Just -yes

Also, my apologies this took so damn long

Mc meeting the demon king for the first time

You just came back from seeing your family in the human world and boi you were excited to go back to see your demons. You had missed the demon brothers, Barbatos and diavolo a lot, and you got some gifts to give them.

You especially missed Diavolo and the tea parties you both had together – who knew that diavolo had a lot of things to tell you, whether it be something that happened during his day or a little story on how the human world was back when he was younger. There were also days where you both don’t have tea parties together : the prince only talking about how he never had someone to speak to as a friend, that he is grateful for you. Those were the days where the two of you would have a heart-to-heart conversation, or when you both question everything. There was never a day you have been bored in diavolo’s presence - he was truly an interesting being.

There was a light breeze which left as quickly as it came, making you curse the weather. However, despite the weather being too hot for your liking, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement building up. Oh you couldn’t wait to see your demons. Taking a turn, you reached an alley: perfect for you to teleport , away from prying eyes.

You chanted the spell under your breath and before you knew it, you were in hell. With your bags and the gifts with you, you made your way to the castle.

The demons around you could tell you were the master of seven, and friends with their prince and his butler, and wondered what the heck were you doing in hell. They knew better than attack you, of course, it would be ridiculous.

The ogling eyes was toned down your excitement a bit, but you managed just fine. All of a sudden, your stomach rumbled loudly. Imma eat i guess you thought. Changing direction, you went straight to a little cafe Beel mentioned before you left, saying something along the lines of the cafe being underrated. Opening the door, you were greeted by the scent of coffee. There were cookies, pasties and pastries on display. I guess Beel was right about this being underrated, it looks frickin tasty you thought, your stomach rumbling again, as if it was agreeing with you.

You went to the counter and one of the baristas came. She was a pretty demoness, to say the least. She had curly raven hair, and her skin a hue of dark blue, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow—or was that your imagination. You luckily stopped yourself from staring too much – it would’ve been embarazzing for you.

“Hello, what would you like today?” She smiled. You didn’t know what to order so you asked for the most popular or fan favourite food they’ve got to save yourself. You payed for your food, and sat down on a chair to eat.

The food was amazing, Beel wasn’t kidding when he said the food was great, and you didn’t realise that you wolfed the food. You left the cafe with a full stomach and continued your way to the castle.

Once you arrived, you couldn’t contain yourself, so you ran through the gates of the castle, and made your way inside. You opened the door to the living room that you and the prince normally have tea parties in , and exclaimed “Diavolo guess who’s back! Its me, and I’ve got some presents for…..”

You stopped talking. Because the man in front of you was not Diavolo.

He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, before he looked up. His eyes that were molten gold, seemed to have witnessed so much of the world - you were beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount of power those eyes held. There was a certain glint in them – one that was making you uncomfortable. His hair was a bloody shade of red, gold jewellery adorning his horns. He looked a lot like diavolo, except he wasn’t.

You connected the dots and realised that you have come face to face with the Demon King.

“Who are you and how does a mere human being know my son?” His power flooded the room, almost making your knees buckle. You could feel the wrath building up in the room – you were becoming wary.

But you needed to display some manners, of course, he was not like your sins and Diavolo, this man wanted you respect him address him accordingly.

“I am MC, Your Highness,” you answered his first question, bowing down slightly. The King’s eyes narrowed slightly : he seemed quite sceptical of you. “How do you know my son, human?” You knew this man is ancient, and probably despises the human race, and you didn’t think at all he’d take kindly to the exchange program. Did that stop you though? Absolutely not.

“Lord Diavolo is my friend, Your Highness,” you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know for a fact that my son doesn’t go around making friends – he has a responsibility of being the heir to the throne. So tell me the truth, human, lest you want me give you an eternal punishment,” he calmly said. You, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed at all. You were saying half truth of course – he didn’t need to know about the exchange program. But seeing that his pupils were practically non existent, and his wings were outstretched, you knew you had to come clean, unless you wanted to be stuck in the dungeons.

“I know the Prince through an exchange program uniting the three realms, Your Highness.” You could not show any fear, though you were quite close to legging it. “An exchange program,you say? Do tell me more,” his eyes widened – lips curling into an unwelcoming wide smile. You read enough to know that this man was getting ready to pounce on you, yet you complied.

“The exchange program was made to unite the three realms and to live in harmony and peace with one another, and learning about demons, angels and humans,” you replied, making sure not to look him in the eye. “Oh? And it was my son who has made this program? Well it seems that a lot has changed after all.” He seemed to be talking to himself. You were still on high alert, his wings were a sight to look at, but they were still outstretched, and that was dangerous in itself.

“It also seems my son has forgotten his place as the prince of hell. I can’t believe he’s been dilly-dallying with humans.” He sighed dramatically. “I now know that humans have made him soft, and this exchange program? Goodness me, that disgrace of a child has cast shame upon the name of the devils,” he seethed.

You completely zoned out. You could tell he was berating Diavolo even more, but you couldn’t stand there and watch while this man was running his mouth. You needed this man to know that respect goes both ways : you earn it and you give it. You did not care that this man was a whole powerful eldritch being , but although your hands were trembling, when did you have any regard for self preservation? MC, you maybe a human, but you are a force to be reckoned with.

“With all due respect Your Majesty, Lord Diavolo is your son, correct?” You smiled. “Excuse me?” The king sputtering, confused. You dropped your smile. “Answer the question,” you stated, taking a seat on the single love seat. “…Yes, he is.” The king furrowed his brows. Humans normally beg for mercy in his presence, why must this human be any different?

“Well then. Why are you calling Diavolo a disgrace?” You looked him in the eye. “In what way is Diavolo a disgrace?” You asked him – you wanted to see his thought process. “Well, he is affiliated with humans, devil forbid the day he becomes friends with an angel,” he sneered at you, trying to intimidate you. You helped yourself to a cup of tea, knowing that this man will be spewing a whole load of bullshit. “Unfortunately for you, he is.” You smirked, loving the way this sad excuse of a father had a horrified look on his face. However, before a word tumbled out of his mouth, you held up a scone to him. The demon looked quite puzzled, but he took it either way.

“Before you say anything more, Your Highness, do you like war?” You asked him, sipping on your tea. “Pardon?” His eyes were wide – he never answered a question like this before. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing impatient. “You are not hard of hearing are you? Answer the question.” You inquired. You were not having any regard to your safety at all, but you really needed to show this man his place.

The king’s face twisted into even more confusion, and there were hints of anger in his eyes. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking him questions and making a fool out of himself without even trying. “No I don’t,” he replied carefully. “Then do you not realise that your son is doing a lot to prevent wars in the future, he made an exchange program to protect all his people, and to overcome differences with each other. He has done a lot more than you have, and on top of that, he had to rule hell in place of you. And what were you doing?” You spoke with power, and could tell the king was getting mad.

“What were you doing, Your Highness?” You asked again, mocking his title. “I was in the dungeons,” he replied, sitting straight, knowing that saying the truth of him sleeping would sound ridiculous. “Well,” you took a deep breath and continued,“that does not give an excuse to berate your child, who has been doing everything to rule over hell.” You sighed. With the way the king was staring at you, you knew that you may pass away today.

That didn’t stop you from telling the man off. “You were in the dungeons, sleeping the whole time while diavolo was taking care of hell, while he was improving the devildom, and the day you wake up, you start running your mouth, and disrespecting you son. I expected the king to be sophisticated man, who would praise his son’s achievements, but I guess I was wrong,” you responded.

A deep rumble was heard, and the king was baring his fangs at you. Quite frankly, you were very disappointed, but your hands were shaking. “What is your name, Your Highness?” You inquired. “That does not concern you,” he hissed in reply. “Very well, Midas, I shall take the honour of teaching you some lessons on respect today.”

The king could feel his patience thinning. How dare they make a fool out of me, he thought. They dare address me as Midas, the name of that greedy fool?! How dare they disrespect me?

You could feel the kings wrath filling the room, and his pride was crumbling. You knew that the brothers do get fed when any demon of any rank gives into their sin, and that in this particular case, a certain cat lover was going to have quite a feast. You waited for the king to calm down, which was not happening at all until you became irritated. “You are the King of Hell, the most powerful being in here, yet you are being reduced to a mess by a mere human?” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for the king to answer. But alas, he was still seething on his sofa.

The king stared at you with pure unfiltered anger, and just as you were about to speak, the king stood up to his full height. He towered over you, baring his fangs, itching to kill. “You will regret ever making me angry, human,” he spat. “I will deal with that boy later and give him and his avatars a painful punishment, but for now, human, your soul is mine to take.”

The demon did not know what to make of the disdainful look on your face - the disappointment a mother feels towards her child sometimes, and a part of the king did not like it. He reached for your neck, trying to take your soul, but the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The demon looked at his hand : his skin burning and cracking. He frowned – a human should not be able to perform any magic, unless they are a sorcerer.

You, on the other hand, thanked Luke in your head for blessing you – that kid is going to become a fantastic angel, you were sure of it.

The king looked down on you, his hands curled in fists, for he hated how you seemed unfazed. “I’d like you to take a seat, kind sir,” you said plainly, “I’ll have to teach you a lesson on respect.” With a flick of your wrist, a massive whiteboard and some whiteboard pens appeared. The demon king looked dumbfounded - yet he quickly replaced that look with a look of anger.

You looked up and still saw the man shaking in anger. Irritated, you kissed your teeth. The idea of a full grown man, a whole demon king at that, mad and upset at you just because you were trying to teach him some respect, made you feel very smug, but, the demon was wasting your time.

“Sit. Down.” The king’s eyes darkened. A part of him wanted to listen to you, but he mostly wanted to throw you across the room. Respect, my ass, he thought. You payed no heed. If he was going to stand, then so be it. You opened your marker, and started explaining. “Respect goes both ways, you should know, of course,” you began your lecture.

• • •

You finished your lecture after a whole two hours has passed, which shouldn’t have taken so long - it was honestly concerning. You made sure the king understood that he couldn’t put his son and avatars in the dungeons, and he reluctantly agreed. The king also managed to understand, to your surprise, that the exchange program was necessary for the future of all three worlds.

However, while you were sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t help but wonder where the hell the avatars and diavolo were. There were no servants around, and there was not a hint of life around the castle. Hell, the guards the usually stood outside the castle gates were not there. The only person who could know of their whereabouts was the king in front of you, and you had no choice but to ask him.

“Do you happen to know where Diavolo and the avatars are, Your Majesty?” You asked, eating a cookie. The demon however, stared at you with a look screaming ‘are you serious’. You met his stare with one of confusion. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten too many cookies, human,” he told you. You were still very much baffled. “I do believe you have mistaken this place as Diavolo’s castle,” he explained. If you were confused before, you were now completely bamboozled. “What do you mean?” You asked. The demon king pursed his lips tightly.

“You are in the Mausoleum, human.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean I could’ve been with diavolo and the others this whole time, that I could’ve avoided this entire encounter, and that I went on ,” you exclaimed. All this time wasted on teaching a grown man respect, you thought sadly. You gathered your belongings and bid goodbye to the king, before he stopped you and asked how you knew he was asleep. You replied with smug look - he doesn’t need to know you’ve been eavesdropping on diavolo’s conversations with barbs.

With that, you made your way to the right direction to the Demon Lord’s Castle, a new little story to tell your demons once you reach your second home. Oh you couldn’t wait to see them shook – after all, not many demons, let alone humans, survive after an encounter with the King of Hell, but you, of course, were full of surprises.

[mylittlemystery]

Am I allowed to ask for A-Y with Shadow from Sonic👁👄👁

You sure can, buckaroo! I'd be more than happy to share my thoughts on this little emo boy. uwu

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Hm...depends on who he happened to tickle. If it's somebody that he was just annoyed with, then there won't be any. If it's one of the very few people that he actually enjoys tickling, he will rub their back for a very short amount of time once he's done.

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

No. Absolutely not. He will not be tied up ever again. He won't tie anybody else up either because he doesn't hate any of 'em that much.

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

There's no chance of escaping him when he's the 'ler. We all know how fast he is with those damn shoes of his, so you might as well not even try. He will be making you laugh today, thank you very much.

He won't run from you if he's the 'lee (he's far too prideful for any of that shit), but you just might catch a little flicker of fear behind his eyes before he's able to stifle it out. Pretty interesting, if I do say so myself. :3c

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

His feet are where you ought to focus if you really wanna see this stoic figure be reduced to nothing more than a pile of hysterically laughing mush.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

The 'lee doesn't get much of a warning whenever he wants to tickle somebody; he tends to just walk up behind them, lift them up by the waist, and get at it. It's kind of cute to watch him try to come up with an excuse for why he did it afterwards. <3

If you think this man is going to express his desire to be tickled the one time in a blue moon it happens, you are sorely mistaken. He will stifle such a soft and humiliating desire far below the surface until it is damn near undetectable - the only thing that gives him away is his willingness to give up his personal space.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

He doesn't participate in them. He insists it's because he's far above participating in such childish frivolities, but it's actually because he doesn't want anybody to discover just how ticklish he really is. XD

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Okay, I literally just mentioned this, but this brooding boy is insanely ticklish. Even the gentlest of tickles are enough to send him into a fit of chortles that he desperately tries to hide behind his gloved hands, blushing a painfully vibrant hue beyond that dark colored fur. I love him so fucking much.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a 'ler, he tends to purse his lips from time to time whenever he's searching for a sweet spot. It's something he does when he's concentrating, and it's honestly kind of cute to watch him do.

As a 'lee, he tries to hold in his laughter for as long as he physically can. He will literally turn blue in the face before he lets the 'ler hear his unabashed giggling.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

You call this an interrogation? You don't even wanna know the type of shit he's had to go through in his life, so this would be quite the cakewalk for him.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

The power it gives him, but the fact that he's able to achieve it in such a light hearted way. He isn't used to shit like that, so he's got a bit of a soft spot for it.

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

He has sharp claws that you can just barely feel through his gloves, so that makes him the prime candidate for torturous scribbles. It's the type of stuff that gives you goosebumps and makes your skin twitch.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Deep and sort of gaspy, with a rumbling quality to it that kind of reminds me of an engine idling. It tends to jump in volume when a soft spot is hit. ^^

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

Don't try to tickle this dude in the morning because he likes to sleep late, and he will push you off of him if you try that shit. XD

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

If nobody else is around to see him do it, he just might squeeze the side of one of his more favorite members of the group if he thinks they're staying up too late.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

Nah, I don't see him as being that kind of guy.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

He absolutely prefers to go solo, but if he's forced to pick a partner then it would probably end up being Cream. She listens to directions very well, so he knows she would just follow his lead in terms of wrecking somebody.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

To be honest, you probably wouldn't even get a response at all. XD He would just shoot you a glare that could melt through steel and walk off, almost daring you to fuck around and find out. You've gotta have some nerve if you wanna tickle him...

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

He's definitely more of a 'ler, but he does enjoy being tickled on extremely rare occasions. This may be self-indulgent, but it's my blog.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

If you've pissed him off enough, he's not stopping until you're on the verge of passing out. However, if he just finds your reactions amusing, he'll most likely stop the second or third time you tell him to.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

He's usually rather quiet when he tickles someone, but he does enjoy implementing physical taunts every now and again (such as false starts, slowly walking his fingers up to a death spot, and other things along those lines). He will also mock the 'lee for how they're reacting if he's feeling particularly mean.

You'd think this man would be able to tease as a 'lee, but nope. His brain fucking falls off whenever he's in that position. XD

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

His collarbone is rather sensitive, and it's a good place to mess with if you really wanna get him flustered extra fuckin' quick.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Again, this would have to go to Cream. Her reactions are just so sweet and endearing that even he can't help but adore them. She also reminds him of Maria, so he can't help the softer demeanor he takes on around her.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

He doesn't struggle with saying it - it's just another ordinary word to him. He does, however, struggle with using the term "ticklish" when referring to himself.

X: X-Over | In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

I don't know why this is the answer that I'm giving, but Sunny is the first person that popped into my head. They are both two serious figures who have been through way too much shit, so I think that they should laugh together. <3

Y: YOU | Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

God, I have wanted to wreck this man senseless since the first moment I saw him. I have a habit of making edgy bastards devastatingly ticklish because of course they would be. XD