#ler!stolas

[cloudysfluffs]

when your boyfriend is trying to lovingly trace your scars but youre ticklish (which only makes him do it more bc he loves your laugh)

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

[giggle-guru]

Movie Night

So I learned today that I passed two of my four exams that I’ve had so far (woo!) and I celebrated by taking a study break to work on the fanfics I’ve got lined up. And then I got side tracked…and then I worked on this for the last little while…so surprise!

I’ve never done anything as either of them, so this was my first go at it. Just sort of playing around with levels to see what worked. As always, thanks for listening lovelies! Virtually hugging every single one of you that listens to these silly little things I post.

Background: Stolas decides to change things up for his annual visit with Blitzø in hopes of showing him he cares, leading to a playful moment between the two.

Script is below the cut for anyone interested! I thought it would be fun to add little notes of what I would envision happening but of course feel free to listen how you want hehe

[Sound Effects: Walking outdoors]

Blitzo: [grumbling] Alright, Blitz, another Grimoire night. Just get in, get out, same routine, no weird feelings, no mushy talk, just…ugh… Why does he always have to make this complicated? Stupid sexy ass bird.

[Sound Effects: Knock, opening door]

[Visual Note: Stolas lounging elegantly in a massive bed. Flickering light from the television illuminates the room casting a warm glow throughout it.

Stolas: [bright] Ah, Blitzy! Right on time, as always! Come in, darling.

Blitzo: [grumbling] Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with so I can head outta here before midnight.

Stolas: [ignoring comment] Why don’t you come in bed and join me? I picked out a movie I think you’d enjoy.

Blitzo: [pause] A movie? What? No freaky bird stuff tonight?

Stolas: [soft/sincere]: Not tonight, Blitzy. I thought that tonight we could perhaps just…relax? No strings attached. [stammering] Because I am sure you’ve had quite the exhausting journey over here and today has been quite busy for me personally and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood-

Blitzo: [grumbling to mask surprise] Okay. Fine. This better not be one of those stupid fucking chick flicks you’re always watching.

Stolas: [awkward laugh] No! No. This is an old film I’ve located within the castle for you, I believe it was some earthly animated series. It has something to do with horses-

Blitzo: [hidden excitement] I said I’d watch it.

[Sound effect: Bed movement, mumbling]

[Visual Note: Solas pats the bed with a gentle smile. Blitzo reluctantly climbs up to nestle himself against the plush pillows.]

Stolas: There we are. You look quite comfortable. I promise I wish for nothing other than to spend time with you tonight. I could fetch us some popcorn if you’re feeling peckish.

Blitzo [satisfied hum] Peckish? You and your fancy ass words. I’m not hungry, maybe later.

Stolas: [soft chuckle] Alright. I do hope I selected the proper genre. Horses seem to be something you appreciate, aren’t they?

Blitzo: [masking eagerness] Yeah, well, don’t read into it.

[A few moments of silence. The movie begins, a soft movie playing in the background.]

Stolas: [enthusiastically] The craftsmanship is quite remarkable, isn’t it?

Blitzo: [gruffly, leaning closer to the screen] Yeah, yeah, whatever. I mean, it’s alright, I guess. For something old.

Stolas: [with a knowing smile] Ah, but look a t you, already leaning in. I’d say you’re quite captivated.

Blitzo: [snorting] Pfft. Don’t flatter yourself. I just think the animation’s… decent. That’s all.

[Visual note: Stolas moves to wrap his arm around Blitz causing feathers to brush against his neck.]

Blitzo: [flinches slightly, growling under his breath] Hey! Watch it with the feathers near the neck, bird brain.

Stolas: [chuckling softly] Oh, does it now? I had no idea you were so... sensitive there.

Blitzo: [defensively] I’m not sensitive! You’re just... annoying. Now shut up and watch the stupid movie.

Stolas: [playful tone] As you wish, darling. Though, I must say, you’re rather cute when you’re flustered.

Blitzo: [grumbling] I’m not flustered. You’re flustered. Just keep your fancy feathers to yourself.

[Visual note: Stolas repeats his actions, however, continues moving his feathers purposely]

[Sound effect: Movie fade]

Blitzo: [snapping quietly] H-Hey! Will you quit it? You trying to start something, or what?

Stolas: [grinning mischievously] Oh, Blitzy, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s just... you make the most delightful sounds when you’re caught off guard.

Blitzo: [deadpan] You’re seriously testing my patience tonight.

Stolas: [teasingly] Testing? Oh, Blitzy, I’m merely... observing. It’s fascinating, really. I never knew you could be so—[pauses dramatically]—ticklish.

Blitzo: [growling through clenched teeth] I’m not ticklish! You’re just being a pain in the ass, as usual!

[Visual Note: Stolas leans in slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as he subtly shifts closer to Blitzo.]

Stolas: [innocently] Oh, really? Not ticklish, you say? Then surely you wouldn’t mind if I... tested that theory.

Blitzo: [struggling to maintain composure, voice rising slightly] S-Stolas, knock it off! I’m warning you!

Stolas: [grinning slyly, his voice dripping with amusement] Warning me, darling? Oh, but I thought you weren’t ticklish. I’m simply... proving a point.

[Sound effect: Bed movement]

[Visual Note: More rustling as Stolas reaches out, gently brushing his feathers consistently against Blitzo’s ribs, earning a sharp, involuntary yelp.]

Blitzo: [bursting out] Stolas, I swear to—! [cuts off with a surprised laugh as he squirms] You little—! Stop it!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously himself, clearly enjoying the moment] Oh, Blitzy, your laugh is simply enchanting! I must admit, I’ve never seen you quite like this.

Blitzo: [gasping between laughs, struggling to grab Stolas’s wrists] Y-you’re insane! I mean it! I’ll—I’ll kill you if you don’t quit!

Stolas: [mock gasp, clearly unfazed] Oh, dear! Such violent threats! But I think you’re having far too much fun to follow through. Now, let’s see. If your neck happens to be sensitive, there must be other spots on your body. Let’s experiment shall we? Starting with your…ribs!

Blitzo: [gasping] S-Stolas, I swear to—oh, fuck! You big beaked bitch! [giggling]

[Visual note: Blitzo squirms, trying to move out of range, but Stolas’ claws expertly follow him, holding him in place as he moves to put his face near his stomach.]

Stolas: [amused] Oh, quite the attempt at an insult, Blitzy. However, you’ve given me a fantastic idea. Let’s see how you react when I utilize this ‘big beak’ against your little stomach.

Blitzo: [sputtering and laughing harder] S-Stolas—oh, shit! I’m gonna—I’m gonna die!

Slotas: [chuckling] Always one for the dramatics. You must be enjoying this, look at your tail! It’s practically wagging. I wonder…

[Visual note: Stolas begins to hold his tail in place carefully while purposely trailing his feathers along his tail.]

Blitzo: [desperately, voice tinged with helplessness] Noooo, not the tail! Anywhere but there! I can’t—

Stolas: [laughing lightly] Oh, I do believe I found the spot! Right here, isn’t it? My feathers along your tail is something you simply cannot stand!

Blitzo: [laughing, struggling to hold his ground] N-no! S-stop! Fuck you—ah! You dick!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously, leaning in closer] Oh, Blitzy, this is far too entertaining. I can’t possibly stop now. Look at you squirming—positively adorable!

Blitzo: [giggling helplessly] Shut up! You’re such a damn—tease! Just— stop! I can’t take anymore!

Stolas: [soft, gentle] Alright, fine, Blitzy. I’m done for tonight. But you have to admit... I was right, wasn’t I? You’re positively ticklish.

Blitzo: [glaring, still breathless] Fine. I’ll admit it, but you’re gonna pay for that, feather brain.

[Visual Note: Blitzo suddenly lunges, catching Stolas off guard and flipping the tables. He digs his fingers into Stolas’s sides with a devilish grin, eliciting a surprised shriek.]

[Sound effect: Continued bed movement]

Stolas: [laughing uncontrollably, wings flapping wildly] B-Blitzy! H-how dare you! This is—highly inappropriate behavior for a royal guest!

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying himself now] Oh, what’s the matter, your highness? You’re just as ticklish as I am!

Stolas: [gasping between laughs] B-Blitzy, stop this instant! I—I demand it as your prince! [bursts into uncontrollable giggles as Blitzo finds a particularly sensitive spot near his ribs] N-Not there, you little fiend!

Blitzo: [grinning mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the reversal of roles] Oh, you can’t make any demands like this, Stols. Keep trying though.

[Visual Note: Blitzo straddles Stolas’s lap to keep him pinned, his fingers darting with surprising precision up to his underarms. Stolas writhes beneath him, his feathers flaring and fluffing up.]

Stolas: [laughing breathlessly] Blitzy! P-Please, I can’t—! Have mercy, darling!

Blitzo: [mocking in a sing-song tone] Oh, mercy, is it? Where was your mercy when you had me in stitches, huh? Let’s see just how ticklish a royal pain in the ass can be! [his hands move to scribble along his underarms]

Stolas: [flailing weakly, feathers ruffling everywhere] I’ll—I’ll do anything! Just stop! Blitzy, you—you devilish imp!

Blitzo: [chuckling wickedly] Damn right, I’m a devil. And you’re getting exactly what you deserve, feather butt! And I know exactly where to go to get you to surrender-

[Visual Note: Blitzo leans closer, his devilish grin widening as he moves his hands lower, inching toward Stolas's hips. Stolas’s eyes widen in panic as he realizes where Blitzo is heading.]

Stolas: [voice pitching higher, laughing nervously] N-no, Blitzy, not there! I-I mean it! That’s—that’s absolutely off-limits!

Blitzo: [mocking] Oh, off-limits? You mean right here? [His digs and circles his thumbs into his hips earning an immediate burst of uncontrollable laughter.]

Stolas: [screaming through laughter, writhing wildly] B-Blitzy! I c-can’t—! I’ll—I’ll fall apart at this rate!

Blitzo: [laughing along with him, his hands darting playfully along Stolas’s sensitive hips] Fall apart? Good! Maybe then you’ll think twice before tickling me to death! This is justice, bird brain!

Stolas: [still laughing, his voice hoarse] Blitzy, I—I beg you! Please, spare me! I’ll do anything you want—just stop tickling me, you ruthless imp!

[Visual Note: Blitzo finally relents, sitting back with a triumphant smirk as Stolas collapses onto the bed, a panting, disheveled mess. His feathers are ruffled beyond recognition.]

Blitzo: [grinning, arms crossed] Now that’s more like it. See, Stolas? That’s what happens when you mess with me.

Stolas: [gasping for air, still snickering weakly] Oh, Blitzy… You’re insufferable…But I must admit, that was… quite a turn of events.

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying the moment] Yeah, yeah. I told you I’d get you back. You think you can just tickle me like that and get away with it?

Stolas: [pushing himself up slightly] Well, I… I certainly didn’t expect you to be so… ruthless. You’re a force to be reckoned with, Blitzy.

Blitzo: [shrugging nonchalantly] I’m full of surprises. You should’ve known better than to mess with me. Anyway, we gonna actually finish that movie or what?

Stolas: [grinning, though still catching his breath] Of course, of course. But I think I’ll need a moment to recover from…from that ‘justice’ you administered.

Blitzo: [settling back down on the bed, crossing his arms] Take all the time you need. But I’m not gonna let you forget this anytime soon.

Stolas: [teasingly] Oh, I’m sure you won’t.

[Visual Note: They both settle back into the bed, the playful tension easing into a rare moment of comfort. The movie continues, unnoticed for a moment as they exchange small, knowing smiles.]

Stolas: [softly, after a pause] Thank you, Blitzy. For indulging me tonight.

Blitzo: [trying to hide his previous vulnerability] Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all mushy on me, alright? Let’s just watch the damn horses.

[Sound Effects: Movie plays on.]

[gaybananabread]

got one 4 tickletober!!! Day 17 or 18 (can't decide😭), Lee!Blitzø, Ler!Stolas

I'm CRAVING stolitz tickles after Apology Tour😭 MY BBS NEED TO BE HAPPYYY

I fully understand if you deny, just thought it'd be cute<3

-gambokitten

TickleTober Day 18 - Tickle Fight

~Oh my yeah SAME! I'm gonna time this before Apology Tour, just so the goofy sweetness doesn't feel out of place (also, I like writing the birb pining). I'm hoping we get some fluff in Ghostfuckers 🥲. I leaned heavier on the lee!Blitzø side like the req asks, but there’s definitely a tickly scrabble. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Blitzø

Ler: Stolas

Summary: Stolas asks if he and Blitz can try something new for the night. The simple question quickly spirals into tickly chaos as they learn what true hilarity looks (and feels) like.

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

“You…what?”

Blitzø did a double take at the suggestion, quirking one of his brows. What did he just say?

“W-we don't have to, of course. I'd just, you know…like to get playful.” Stolas could feel his face heat up as he repeated the words, making it hard to look the imp in the eyes. He'd just kind of blurted it out the first time; he wasn't expecting anything to come of it.

“Uh…sure? I mean, I knew you liked it rough, so it's not a giant fuckin’ surprise. I can do that, if you want to.” Blitzø’s tone was about as nonchalant as he could get, but there was a sign of care behind them.

While he’d never admit it, he did kinda want to make Stolas happy. He didn't want the bird to leave.

Stolas had asked to have a little play fight, seeing what would happen when they each tried to pin the other.

“Oh! Yes, I would like that. Do you want me to initiate, or-”

Before he could even finish speaking, Blitzø pounced, using gravity and force to wrestle the bird to the mattress. It wasn't like they hadn't been rough before; they'd just never done anything that physical without a hand somewhere else.

Stolas gasped as he was shoved down, his eyes widening with giddy surprise. He was kind of expecting to take control, but it wasn't unpleasant by far. He gently ran his hands down the shorter man’s chest, delighting in the shiver it caused.

The sounds, however, were unexpected.

“S-Stoholas- knock that shit off!” The imp tried to growl at least semi-seductively, but his voice was a few pitches too high. Odd…Stolas hadn’t done anything besides stroke his chest. Maybe he was embarrassed about liking it?

Tentatively, Stolas repeated the motion, stroking from Blitzø’s collarbones to his stomach. That time, he caught a grin tugging at the red-skinned imp’s lips, his stomach quivering beneath the touch. Oh. Oh!

“Are you perhaps ticklish, Blitzy?”

That single question sent all the giddy, not-used-to-soft-shit panic alarms off in Blitzø’s head. He tried to snatch Stolas’s wrists, but the bird fought back for once, fluttering his fingers beneath the imp’s outstretched arm. Damn it, why’d he always have to take his shirt off so quickly?

Blitzø jerked back, Stolas quickly following. Stolas caught his wrist to keep him from falling off the bed, giving the imp enough time to squeeze the bird’s thigh. A sound between a groan and a giggle left his mouth, causing a competitive fire to light in his eyes. Oh, it was on!

The pair wrestled with each other, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickly tousle. Blitzø was using brute strength, trying to pin Stolas before he was overpowered. The bird would just target any exposed spot when that happened, fluttering his fingers over them to see his “it’s complicated” partner's lips twitch. Retaliation was swift, the pokey tip of Blitzø’s tail teasing wherever it could reach.

After two solid minutes of strangled yelps, giggles, and lots of manhandling, Stolas managed to straddle the thrashing imp and pin his arms above his head. He could have accomplished it much sooner with his powers, but that just didn’t seem fair to him.

Blitzø thrashed like a wild animal beneath the taller demon, a feral scowl on his face. In his eyes, however, Stolace could see the giddiness he was trying to suppress. “G-get the fuck offa me, you feathered fucking asshole!”

“I don’t think I will, darling. This seems much more…amusing~” The word alone wasn’t anything special, but that tone… Let’s just say Blitzø’s heart felt like it was trying to eject out his throat.

Stolas started out soft, testing the waters. Gentle, fluttering fingers trailed along Blitzø’s stomach, tracing lazing circles around his navel. A gurgling sound rumbled in the imp’s throat – an adorable attempt to keep from giggling. Stolas felt his heart flutter at the sight.

“Aww, does it tickle, Blitzy? Does it make you want to giggle and squirm like the adorable little baby you are?~” Stolas teased, unable to stop himself from going a little overboard. While it was definitely over the top, it seemed to do the trick, causing Blitzø’s cheeks to burn.

“Sh-shuhut- fuck! Shut up!” The short man cursed the giggle that escaped him, thrashing twice as hard beneath the gentle touch. He refused to react so quickly. He wasn’t weak, and he’d prove it whenever necessary. Apparently, he deemed the tail-end of a tickle fight necessary.

“You can laugh, you know. I promise you that I won’t judge.” Stolas’s tone grew soft and affectionate as he spoke. “Actually, I think I’ll find it quite adorable.”

Those words made Blitzø’s eyes widen and mind race. It was…it was an angle. Had to be. Why else would a literal prince be so affectionate towards a scummy imp like him?

“Shut your fucking- ACK! G-gehehet ohoff!” The imp’s dam finally burst when Stolas dipped one feathery finger into his navel, twirling and scratching against the sensitive skin. His giggles were loud and punchy, the sound a bit higher and sweeter than his normal speech.

“Hmm. Since you’re being so mean, I don’t think I will. I’m quite content to stay right here, teasing your cute little belly button,” he hummed, enjoying himself as he teased the imp. There was something about the light and gentle teasing that just made it all so fun.

“Gohoho fuhuhuck youhurself, smuhuhug prihihihick!” Sure, Blitzø was probably digging his own grave by mouthing off, but he wasn’t just gonna lie there and take it! He kept on squirming, even though he was starting to tire himself out with all the movement.

“What a naughty mouth, saying such things to me. I think that deserves some punishment.” With a knowing chuckle, Stolas’s hand traveled upwards, grazing Blitzø’s ribs. The imp had always gotten squirmy when he touched there; now the bird knew why.

“GAAH! W-wahahAHAHAIT! FUHUHUCK!” Blitzø’s back arched off the bed as his poor ribs were targeted, thrashing as wildly as his tired body would allow. He could practically feel his blood boiling beneath the skin on his cheeks.

The imp was losing his Satan-forsaken mind. It had been years since he was properly tickled, and even then, it was nothing like that.

What he was experiencing in that moment were the affectionate tickles of someone who just wanted to see him laugh and be happy for the fun of it. No matter how wild his denial pool was, that truth floated up to the top.

His tail was a little narc, twitching and occasionally thumping against the mattress. Stolas found it endearing, letting out hooty chuckles when he noticed.

“It seems like someone’s enjoying himself~”

The worst part was, Blitzø couldn’t deny it. He really was enjoying himself, as overwhelming and crazy as the touch was. It felt nice to truly laugh without any expectations or true thought going into it – just a mirthful reaction that somehow shut his brain off.

It took a solid ten minutes of the “torture,” but finally, Blitzø caved. He had tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, and his sides ached from laughing so hard. Barely coherent, he screeched out their designated safeword.

“H-HOHORSERAHADISH!”

Stolas stopped instantly when he heard their safeword, knowing his imp had to be truly exhausted to use it. He released the panting, disoriented man’s arms, instead lying down to cuddle up next to him.

Blitzø usually grumbled and “protested” the cuddles, but he couldn’t bring himself to that time; the back pats and stomach rubs he was getting from Stolas were too good, and the man was so warm. If he was going to be embarrassed, he was at least gonna sleep well and feel happy.

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Blitz.” There was that soft tone again, shaking the foundation of Blitzø’s trusting policy. He seriously needed to go to a therapist… Well, if he could find one that didn’t make him wanna kill them and then himself..

“I didn’t trust you with shit…” Blitzø was lying, and Stolas knew it. Hell, anyone could’ve guessed it by the lack of biting venom in his tone. He truly did enjoy that…

Stolas went to argue, but noticed the imp’s droopy eyelids and coiled tail; he was on the verge of passing out. The bird didn’t want to interfere with that. He simply kissed the man’s bald head before snuggling close, letting his own eyes close.

“Goodnight, Blitzy. I’ll see you in the morning…”

[yellowelectroslime]

Ler Stolas

[notes: sorry if it took a while but here it is (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑)ᔆᵒʳʳᵞ also i’m gonna make this sfw so i won’t include any of his…. activities with blitzo…… :D (also if u haven't noticed I rediscovered my love for using kaomojis so I'm gonna be using them a lot)]

Can be either really nice or really mean (he’s usually a soft ler)

He’s very talented in tickling and knows exactly what to do to get his lees giggling and squirming like crazzzyyyyy

Uses his feathers and claws which is EVIL

Very big on soft and comforting tickles

Used to tickle octavia when she got nightmares D:

Is fond of making his lees giggle rather than full on belly laugh

Is only and I mean ONLY mean to blitzo.

He is the ultimate teaser. Like the way he says words are enough for his lee to already be giggling in anticipation

He’s the type to very slowly work his way to your death spot

Really love of tickle hugs

Don’t get revenge on him after getting wrecked. He becomes 3821 times worse

You will regret it. Not worth it

Will NEVER cross boundaries, his priority when tickling someone is making sure they are COMFORTABLE AND HAVING FUN

overall: 10/10 let, very fun and loving but also kinda scary but you know he’ll never go too far so its okay ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°。⋆♡‧₊˚

[calicocatsarecute]

helluva boss? I need octavia to get tickled- the lers can be stella or stolas

YESYESYESYESYES!!!!! Lee! Octavia coming right away my friend! Enjoy!

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Octavia was currently in her room listening to music, very depressing and emo music that is. She’s been locked in her room all day and since it was her Dad’s weekend, Stolas was pretty worried that she hasn’t emerged yet.

Stolas then decided to walk up to Octavia’s door, knocking on it.

“Via. Can I come in?” He asked from the other side of the door.

He didn’t get answer, so he just went in on his own.

“Via?”

Octavia paused her music and looked up at her Dad.

“Go away Dad, I wanna be left alone…” She said, going back to listening to her emo, depressing music.

Stolas sighed an sat down her bed next to her. He truly was worried about his daughter.

“Via… you haven’t eaten or drank anything all day. I’m worried about you…” Stolas tried to explain.

“I don’t care Dad….”

Now that didn’t sit right with Stolas.

“Octavia, you are getting something to eat AND drink!” He said sternly, his feathers puffing up a little bit.

“Make me!” Octavia retorted.

Stolas then smirked a little bit.

“Whatever you say my little owlet~” He said as he started wiggling his fingers against his daughter’s sides and ribs.

“E-Ehehehe! D-Dahahad nohoho!” Octavia giggled, dropping her phone on the bed as she squirmed.

“Now Via. Are we going to leave this room and get some pancakes?” Stolas asked with a smirk on his face.

“My phoohone!” Octavia giggled.

“Answer the question my little owlet~” Stolas moved to her hips, gently tickling her there.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI’LL EHEHEAHAT!”

At that, Stolas stopped tickling his daughter.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go get those pancakes!” He said happily, picking his daughter up and carrying her out of the room.

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Sorry for taking so long with this! My WiFi died for so long and tumblr wouldn’t even work;-;

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 22: Tail

DAY 22: Tail

((I love young blitz with his braces so cuuute))

[cookiepie11]

Change it~ (stolitz SFW tickle fic)

Blitzø has such a wierd name for stolas on his contacts and stolas tells him to change it being the stubborn playful imp he needs some convincing..

lee blitzø, ler stolas (romance and tickles SFW!)

Stolas and blitzø was cuddling in bed both looking at blitzø's phone comfortably

"Bl-itzy!" Stolas said out of nowhere "why such a rude name for me?" He said teasingly

"what it's not that badd" he replied grinning

" it's litteraly creepy mouth aka one night stand" he said "that's so mean compared to your name on my phone"

"And what is my name on your phone? Fucking blitzy?" He said in a annoyed tone despite loving the nickname

"How did you guess?" He said and smiled "I even added a lil heart at the end!"

Blitzø blushed just a little

"of course it is"

"anyways you better change that name blitzy I gave you a sweet name you gave me a awful name!"

"ehe why should I?" Blitzø said getting cocky

"because im oh so upset at that nickname" stolas replied in a jokingly dramatic tone

"So what happens if I don't change it?" Blitzø grinned he was just being a little shiz to get what he wanted and he wanted affection

"I'll do this~" stolas practically purred and scratched his sides slowly

"Dohont you dar-dare!" Blitzø giggled " I swear to god I will kihille you- ehehe stolass STAHAP!"

"oh you shouldn't have got so cocky with me now my little imp" he teased "your laughter is so cute it almost makes me blush" he added even though they both knew his heart shaped face was blush pink

"SHUHUT THE - AHAHA NOHOO"

"say blitzy which spot should I get next? The neck? The horns? Or perhaps the feet? I can't decide! Why don't you choose a spot" stolas said knowing it would be a hard choice

"I DOHONT KNOW AHAHA!"

"you have to choose or I might stop" stolas teased though he wouldn't stop Blitzø's fun.

"PAHAHA UHH..THE FEEHET!" he yelled , they was all ticklish choices

"oh very well!" He said and grabbed his foot lightly , he started to scratch it softly

"PWEHEHEH!" he laughed with the cutest little blush "NAHAH!"

stolas grabbed a blue feather from his pocket and fluttered it on his sole

"TEHEHE STAHAP IT YOU- PAHAHA!"

"aw but you look so cute and you still havent said you would change it!" He cooed "maybe if I tickle here?" He said and nibbled his neck softly

"EEEK! NOHOHO STOLAS OKAYY ILL CHANGE IT PWAHAH!"

Suddenly he stopped and blitzø breathed heavily he had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard

"oh my darling did I go to far?" He asked genuinely

"No.." he stopped to breath "that was just fine..thank you" he said with a blush on his face and he layed back into Stolas's fluffy chest

He got his phone out and went to contacts to change the name

"oh you don't really have to change it blitzy I was just playing"

"nah I think this name suits more anyways"

He changed it to "my bird x"

Stolas almost cried at the name being the emotional bird he is but instead he just snuggled blitzø tight and kissed his forehead

"thanks you blitzy.." he said but he realised his little imp has falling asleep on him "aww..you do not understand how much I love you blitz.."

when heard that his tail wagged whipping stolas lightly

"shut up ya dork" he giggled half asleep

[ticklishfizzy]

Do you know of any cute Lee Octavia art/fics 🥲

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Dear Zeus this ask is so old- I'm not on the lee!Octavia hashtag much so I had to do some digging and I really like this one, I think it's cute.

Enjoy!

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[randommusicalfluff]

Another TAF piece!! This time it’s a Stolas for @tickle-fight-club ! It’s such a shame I haven’t drawn him before this was a blast to make 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[jettorii]

something different

warnings - vv brief mention of sex and kinks

“oh fuhuhuck..” blitzø gasps, his breath hitching as shaky giggles began echoing throughout the room. the imp’s arms gripping stolas’ jacket, evidently struggling to keep them around the other’s neck as feathered fingers slowly grazed along his waist.

“say that a little louder, wont you, blitzy?” stolas whispers, his voice sending immediate shivers down blitzø’s spine. blitzø thanks fuck that stolas couldnt see his face, because if he did, he would not be able to live it down.

blitzø doesnt remember the last time he’d been this flustered by stolas, especially from gentle tickling like this. hed become so used to the rough, kinky sex the two engaged in to remember what a gentle hug along with tickles felt like.

in fact when stolas suggested the idea of not having sex for their monthly hookups, blitzø was more than confused

but he wasnt complaining at all.

blitzø let out a surprised squeak upon feeling stolas’ feather light touch drift to his ribs, oh so gently scratching which drove him up a wall with high pitched giggles.

needless to say, blitzø was practically melting in stolas’ touch. the words of affirmation along with tickles was enough to make him putty in the other’s arms, something that did not go unnoticed by stolas.

“i find this rather endearing, having you helplessly giggling into my shoulder like the cute little imp you are~” stolas smirks, giving blitzø’s waist a quick squeeze, eliciting another one of those out of character bouts of squeaks.

stolas chuckles himself at blitzø, resorting to firmly rubbing blitzø’s spots now, making the imp let out a sigh of relief. stolas could feel him sinking comfortably in his feathers, then mumbling something which he was unable to hear coherently.

“what was that?” stolas asks, his smile only softening more when hearing what blitzø managed to say through catching his breath.

“..that was better than sex.”

[giggle-guru]

Breaking the Silence

This was inspired by a little prompt by an anon who I agree with; really in some need for some cute fluffy Stoliz! It’s short, but I hope you still like it!

Word Count: 1502

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The dark room was filled with the flickering glow of the TV as a cheesy soap opera played quietly. Stolas sat curled on the couch, feathers drooping and eyes looking dull. Honestly, he looked like a shadow of his usually flamboyant self. Beside him, Blitz was unusually quiet and awkwardly rested his hands in his lap.

It had been almost an entire day now, and Stolas had barely moved off of the couch. He looked miserable, with reason. And Blitz had no clue what to do. He wasn’t good at comforting people, in his professional opinion. He never had been, and the idea of comforting someone like Stolas was an even more foreign feeling. Still, the sight of the once proud and eccentric demon prince being reduced to this empty shell gnawed at something deep in his chest.

“Hey,” Blitz broke the silence, voice low and rough. “Uh, so…I put on that stupid soap opera you like. Thought it might… help, or whatever.”

Stolas didn’t even glance at the screen. Rather, he mumbled something under his breath and shifted his body further into the couch, head inches away from resting on Blitz’s lap. Blitz scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted around the room, trying to think of something to say or do to make Stolas feel…anything, really. Nothing seemed to be working, and it was driving him nuts.

Then, an idea flashed in his mind. He vividly remembered one time during more intimate activities when he learned that Stolas was ticklish. It was an accident, and he quickly used it to his advantage. The last thing he expected at the time was for Stolas to admit that he enjoyed it, that it made him feel all that warm and mushy shit. He honestly wasn’t sure how it would fly given the circumstances, but Hell, what else did he have to lose?

He lifted Stolas’ head as gently as possible, sliding himself so that Stolas had his head in his lap. He leaned down, careful to try to act as casual as possible as he reached to bring both of his arms above his head, pining his wrists above him with a hand. Stolas was far too out of it to even really notice. That was, until Blitz’s voice broke through the silence. He smirked and spoke in a slightly cocky manner to mask his uncertainty. "Y'know, you told me once you like being tickled. Didn't really peg you for the type, but—"

Stolas stirred, looking up to lock eyes with him. "Blitzø," he murmured, voice weary but with the faintest hint of warning, "Not now..."

"Yeah, yeah, 'not now.' But you also said 'stop' that one time and didn't mean it, so..." Blitz grinned mischievously, reaching out before Stolas could fully react. His fingers brushed over the soft feathers along one of Stolas's arms, eliciting a surprised squawk from the prince.

Blitz’s smirk grew as he noticed the flicker of life in Stolas’s expression. A faint, reluctant response to the unexpected touch. For someone who had spent the entire day moping like a soggy rag, the prince was already proving more reactive than he’d anticipated.

“Oh, what’s this?” Blitz teased, his voice light with mock surprise. “You can still make noise? Thought you’d gone mute or something.”

Stolas squirmed faintly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks as his feathers puffed up in reflex. "Blitzø...this is hardly the time for—” he tried to protest weakly, but he was cut off by his own soft giggling as Blitz’s claws moved up and down, inching closer to his underarm.

Blitz grinned, his earlier uncertainty melting into the comfort of this familiar dynamic. “Oh, I knew it wasn’t just a fluke,” he spoke, chuckling as he adjusted his grip to keep Stolas’s wrists pinned. “You’re still ticklish, aren’t you, Feathers? And I bet you love it.”

Stolas bit his lip, trying to suppress his laughter, but it was clear his attempts were futile. His arms tugged, though with minimum effort, to escape his grasp. “Blitzy, seriously…” More giggles began to fall from his beak as moved to bury his face into Blitz’s stomach.

“Aww, come on, Feathers, you can’t say you’re not enjoying this,” Blitz teased, his voice low and mischievous as he nudged Stolas's face away from his stomach to look him in the eyes. “You’ve got that smile on your face, and I know what that means. Relax, I’m not judging you.” He finally strikes, albeit uncharacteristically gently as he targets his underarm.

A loud burst of giggling shot from Stolas’s beak as he jerked, the ticklish sensation electrifying his body in a way he hadn’t expected. His face flushed, and his laughter filled the once-silent room. “Bl-Blitzy!” Stolas gasped between fits of giggles, his arms still weakly tugging against Blitz’s hold.

Blitz’s grin widened as Stolas’ laughter rang out, the sound like music to his ears. It was clear that Stolas was still struggling to get control of himself, but there was a genuine warmth in his laughter that had been absent all day. For a brief moment, Blitz let himself fully enjoy the sound, watching as Stolas’ feathers ruffled and his whole body twitched with each touch.

"What's that, bird brain? Can't hear you over all that laughter," Blitz teased, his fingers lightly skimming across Stolas's ribcage now, moving in a deliberate rhythm to keep the prince laughing.

Stolas’ face was redder than ever, his body squirming as he let out another high-pitched squeak. “Blitzy… p-please, I—" He broke off into more laughter now, unable to keep up the protest as Blitz continued his gentle assault. Despite his best efforts to sound serious, it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this.

Blitz’s grin softened into something gentler, almost affectionate, as he watched Stolas lose himself in his laughter. The way Stolas’ body jerked and shook, the giggles that spilled from him—Blitz felt a twinge of pride. He knew that this wasn’t about just the tickling. It was about breaking through that shell, pulling Stolas out of the dark place he’d been stuck in after the slew of events that had occurred.

“You know, you’re a lot cuter when you’re laughing,” Blitz teased softly, his voice low and playful, but there was a tenderness to it that wasn’t typical for him. He trailed his fingers back up to Stolas neck, gently tracing little shapes into it.

Stolas’ laughter softened into breathless giggles as Blitz’s touch became more delicate, trailing along his neck in a way that made him shiver. His flushed face turned slightly, burying into Blitz’s stomach once again in an almost instinctive gesture of seeking comfort. The laughter still lingered on his beak, but it had shifted into something softer, more content.

“Blitzø,” Stolas murmured, his voice muffled but carrying a note of vulnerability. He didn’t pull away, even as Blitz’s fingers continued their light movements, tracing lazy circles over his feathers.

Blitz’s grin softened further, his usual brashness giving way to something uncharacteristically warm. “Yeah, I know,” he said, his tone quieter now, less teasing and more genuine. “You’ve had a rough one, huh?” He continued his movements but ensured they were only enough to draw one or two giggles out of him every once in a while.

Stolas nodded faintly against him, his breathing still uneven from laughing but slowing as he calmed. “It’s been...unbearable,” he admitted softly, his voice trembling slightly. “I—” He hesitated, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to even put his thoughts into words.

Blitz raised a brow, his hand pausing momentarily before resuming its gentle movements. “Hey, it’s okay,” he spoke, surprising even himself with the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t wanna. I’m not exactly the best at this comforting shit, but, uh...I’m here.”

Stolas shifted slightly, his head tilting up to meet Blitz’s eyes. There was a flicker of gratitude mixed in with the sadness he’d been feeling since everything went down. “You’re better at it than you think,” he said softly, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his beak as another giggle slipped through.

Blitz blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Stolas’s tone. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, looking away for a moment. “Yeah, well,” he muttered, trying to play it off, “don’t go expecting me to be all mushy or whatever. This is a one-time deal.”

Stolas chuckled faintly, his smile growing just a little brighter. He hesitated before letting out a sigh mixed with a giggle as he leaned into the embrace. "Thank you," he murmured, almost inaudibly.

Blitz said nothing and instead tightened his hold, continuing the tracing along his neck. For all his faults, he understood when words weren't needed. They sat there together, the soap opera still softly playing in the background, as the heaviness in the room lifted just a little.

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They’re so cute and I just can’t wait for things to be all picture perfect between them (it’s not going to ever be that easy but a girl can dream lol). Thanks for reading!!

[anxious-lee]

SO CUTE!!! 😩

Making Things Right

Summary: Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Author’s Notes: This came outta NOWHERE. But I needed to get this out of my system because it was all I could think about, and Mastermind made me sad. :( They deserve to be happy. I think after all that happened, and now that they’re on the same level, that they can repair what they broke.

I might have been somewhat inspired by this artwork to make this, even unconsciously. It wasn’t my intent, but it happened. Hoping Blitz and Stolas don’t sound OOC because I’ve never written for them before. I feel like after the recent episodes that Blitz would be more soft and considerate of what he’s saying. My first Helluva Boss fic too!!

Words: ~1,400 | AO3 Link

It had been two weeks since the trial of breaking demon law was cast across every TV in Hell. Blitz was ready to sacrifice his life for his cause, and so that his family and friends - Loona, Moxxie and Millie - weren't harmed for just doing their jobs. 

What he didn't expect was for Stolas to magically appear at the trial, and for him to throw everything away instead. 

Blitz couldn't lie; he was extremely grateful that Stolas did this for him. Stolas took all of the blame, and even if it angered him that Stolas took the brute force of it, at least Blitz still had his head. Albeit, he was feeling extremely shitty about the whole ordeal. 

But Stolas lost everything. His power, his family, his status. Blitz wasn't even sure if Stolas had the heart to contact Octavia after all of this. He had hardly heard him spoke in general across these past two weeks, which broke his heart. 

He felt awful about all of this. Sure, giving the imp race new-found power was nice, he supposed. Everytime he went outside over the past couple days, fellow imps cheered for him, stopping him to congratulate him everywhere he went. And he got a whole lot more business now. He wasn't used to it. But, it didn't feel great to know this was only coming about after Stolas sacrificed himself. 

Blitz returned home with a few paper bags full of groceries wrapped up in his arms, only just managing to shove his key in the door and twisting it to open the lock. He kicked the door open with his foot, bumping it closed with his hip as he stepped into his apartment. 

“Stolas, I'm back.” Blitz spoke aloud, though he knew Stolas wouldn't answer. He could see Stolas’ legs hanging off the edge of the couch, as it was much too small for him. Blitz didn't even see Stolas shift upon his arrival. 

Blitz paced to the kitchen, setting the bags on the countertop and stepping over to the couch where Stolas laid. He placed his hand on the top of the couch as he gazed down.

Stolas was wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito, eyes open as he watched the TV. Was he even really ‘watching’ it? Or just staring at it? Blitz frowned at the sight before him. He made his way to the front of the couch, sitting on it near Stolas’ legs.

“…” Stolas didn’t react to Blitz’s presence. Didn’t even shift.

“…I feel so fucking awful that all of this happened to you, Stolas,” Blitz let out a breath he was holding. “And I’m sorry for all the shit that happened that got you into this mess.”

Stolas finally shifted, acknowledging the imp’s presence by snaking his hand out of the safety of the blanket, weakly holding it out. Blitz took Stolas’ hand in his own, giving it a squeeze.

“But I wanna make it right. We need to make it right. Let everyone know that pompous shithead of a bird orchestrated all of this.”

Stolas gently moved himself so he was sitting more upright, his eyes finally looking at Blitz. His eyes were distant. Unfocused. Foggy.

“I’m so, so grateful you did this for me, Stolas. And I don’t even deserve it after everything I’ve put you through. I’ll probably be spending the rest of my life paying you back. I didn’t deserve your generosity, your kindness. Your love. I’ve been the worst fucking person to you, and I regret it. I’m the lowest of the low. But, I wanna make this right. If you’ll let me.” He let his emotions pour out through his words, his voice wavering.

The owl had tears in his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks. He sniffled. “Thank you… so much, Blitz…” Stolas’ voice was quiet. “I’m glad I have at least someone on my side…”

Blitz reached his hands out, cupping Stolas’ face and wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “Anything to undo the mistakes I’ve made. And to make you smile again.”

The owl’s heart swelled as the imp spoke. He was being genuine, for the first time. Stolas gave Blitz a small smile, the first one in quite a while even before this whole ordeal. But Blitz wasn’t satisfied with how small it was.

“C’monnnn, you can totally fucking do better than that.” The imp teased the owl, grinning.

“That’s all I can really muster right now… really…” his face leaned into Blitz’s warm hands. 

Blitz’s grin only grew wider, the cogs in his brain turning. He had an idea. “Well, why don’t I help ya out?” Blitz’s hands left Stolas’ face in search of the blanket wrapped around Stolas’s body, digging around for an opening.

Stolas’ eyes widened in alarm, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Wait, r-really Blitz, you don’t need to dO THIS—!”

The owl let out a yelp and immediately bit his lip as the imp managed to find his ribs through the blankets and feathers. Blitz’s ready hands latched on and started squeezing them as Stolas gawked, but was able to silence himself. He grabbed onto Blitz’ wrists, squirming about as Blitz tickled him.

Blitz chuckled as he continued, his fingers rummaging through Stolas’ soft feathers. “You might as well let it all out. I know you need this right now.” 

Stolas shook his head in denial, laughter threatening to bubble out from his throat. 

“Well, suit yourself.” 

Blitz started to tickle whenever he could reach - under his arms, counting his ribs, wiggling along his sides, scratching at his belly. He was surprised Stolas could last this long without exploding, though he looked close. Stolas’ face was as red as Blitz’s skin at this point.

Blitz stopped for a moment, Stolas quickly took in greedy breaths. “Satan Christ, there must be somewhere that’ll break you,” his eyes darted around Stolas’ body for more ideas. When Blitz turned his body around to face the lower half of Stolas’ body, the owl started to freak out.

“No no no no, BLITZ, do NOT even TRY!” Stolas begged, raising his voice. Blitz smirked devilishly as he eyed off Stolas’ knees. He leaned over - going for the kill - squeezing just above his kneecaps.

The dam broke, Stolas couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out with a mix of laughter and hoots as his body shook. He thrashed about, kicking his legs and bucking his body.

It was hard for Blitz to hang on. He stretched and wrapped his tail around Stolas’ body, both to stabilise himself, and to use his tail to poke into the owl’s sides. Stolas’ laugh just evolved to be more screechy at that. 

“BLITZ!! It’s toohohohoho mUCH! I’m— I’m SMILING! I’M SMIHIHIHILING!! OKAHAHA?!” Stolas laughed himself silly, new tears forming in his eyes. Mirthful tears.

The imp turned his head to look at the owl’s face, laughing himself as he slowly ceased to a stop on his totally unwarranted assault. He stopped squeezing his knees and poking him, shifting himself around with a wide smile on his own face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Lettin’ it all out?”

“I suppose it— hehehe, wasn’t… awful… hahaha…” Stolas admitted as he breathed out, residual giggles escaping him. He reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes, the stretched smile still lingering on his face. “Ahaha… t-thank you, Blitz…”

“Anytime,” Blitz chuckled with a smirk as he got up from the couch with renewed vigour. “How about I make you somethin’ to eat? Probably tired after all that. Wanna help?” He stretched his hand out in offering.

Stolas wiped the remainder of the tears from his eyes, nodding as he accepted his hand in his. “I’m afraid I’m not the best cook - all I can really make is a bowl of cereal.”

“Eh, I’m shit at it too. I usually get Loonie to make food. She’s a lot fucking better than me at it. I nearly lit the apartment on fire once.”

Stolas let out a giggle as he was led by the hand to the kitchen.

Finally, a step in the right direction.

[chaoticklesblog]

Helluva Boss Tickle Headcannons:

Stolas:

Super ticklish despite not being tickled very much in his younger days, (Blitzo is definitely the first one to discover this weakness when they were kids and never really forgot how ticklish Stolas was, or is, for that matter.)

Is a switch, but is definitely is more lee leaning! He enjoys the bondage aspect of it and definitely experiences the most anticipatory giggles.

Has one of the most adorable laughs ever. It doesn't take much to get him laughing. He has such a high-pitched laugh that gets squeaky if you get the right spots.

Worst spots are wings and beneath his feathers.

As a ler, my goodness is this guy fucking RUTHLESS.

Is a demon, so expect to receive whatever tickling is dished out tenfold in return.

His feathers and claws are horrendously evil tickle tools and the mothefucker KNOWS it.

Uses tickling as a torture method for those who most deserve it (cough cough, Blitzo).

Blitzo:

Regularly involved in childhood tickle fights with Fizz. Used to win most of the tickle fights until the accident happened.

So playful and silly, he was the first to initiate a tickle fight with Stolas and the first to realize what a ruthless tickler Stolas is.

Also a switch, very needy as a lee and super teasy as a ler.

Surprisingly a very gentle ler unless otherwise provoked.

Definitely tickles Stolas the most of anyone because Stolas absolutely loves it. Also frequently tickles Millie and Moxxie but mostly Moxxie because he deserves it. Doesn't DARE tickle Luna (he doesn't have

Most ticklish spots include ribs, tummy and underarms.

Super silly laugh, loves provoking others to tickle him, and is so shameless about it, the little shit.

Millie:

Is ticklish but is much more of a ruthless ler. Mostly tickles Moxxie to get him to relax or not be so uptight.

Absolutely ruthless. RUTHLESS.

Not only does she know Moxxie enjoys being tickled, but she encourages the other IMP's to tickle him.

Doesn't mind being tickled by Moxxie but will destroy anyone else who tries.

The worst spots are her hips, thighs, and knees.

Has a bright, carefree laugh.

Will 10/10 dish out absolutely unholy revenge to those who dare to tickle her.

Moxxie:

Is such a lee! 100% lee. Is baby.

It doesn't take much to get him all flustered, just a few well placed pokes, a wink, or teasy voice.

Prefers to be tickled by Millie but is the frequent victim of gang tickles. Not that he minds.

Is wayyyy more susceptible to gentle and teasy tickles.

His back is an absolute death zone. Absolutely cannot handle back massages AT ALL.

Screechy and screamy laughter. AHAHAH.

Hides his face a lot, or at least he tries when tickled. Lol. He can't even help it.

Will literally beg to not be tickled.

PUPPY DOG EYES.

Deserves to get his shit WRECKED!

Ozzie:

WE AREN'T gonna pretend this man isn't ticklish.

I mean, he is. Has a super boisterous laugh.

I mean, if this anyone has a tickle kink, it's him lol.

I feel like he's got tons of ler energy. He tickles Fizz so much, lmao. Surprise tickles, tickle games, tickle hugs, teases, etc. ASDFGHJKL. Fizz eats it up, of course.

Is kinda ticklish in a couple secret places only Fizz knows about. I mean, I don't even know, and Fizz didn't tell me lmaooo. It's a secret, do with that info what you wish.

Is actually the tickle monster. Hehehe.

Fizz:

Is such an adorably ticklish imp.

Arguably, the most ticklish character.

Literally used to be nearly tickled to death by Blitzo as kids. And ganged up on by the other imps. Was pretty much defenseless lol.

Blitzo used to knock him down a few pegs for getting all the attention by tickling the everloving snot out of him.

Literally never won tickle fights until after the accident. The robot arms improved his tickle fight game tenfold.

His robot arms are indeed also ticklish but offer an advantage in tickle fights by being able to stretch or tickling people far away.

Bottom ribs, hips and sides are his worst spots.

Cannot handle his ribs being counted. (Ozzie found this out, and the poor guy can't rest ahah).

Wheezy laughter that eventually goes silent, and he also thrashes a lot.

Uses his robot arms for tickling and bondage purposes with Ozzie and to also get well deserved revenge on Blitzo, haha.

[thatcheesyler]

Working on a lee!Striker, lers!Fizzarolli and Blitzø fic, so uh..lmk what you think so far 🫠

Just Clownin' Around (WIP)

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Some say that singing a whole ‘fuck you’ song to your boss and then quitting your job while saying goodbye in a surprisingly good impression of your boss's accent might not be the best thing for one's mental health. But why should Fizzarolli care? He's thriving in Hell with his huge boyfriend and rekindled childhood friend, for fuck's sake.

Anyway, since the whole thing with Mammon, Fizzarolli had a bit of a thirst for more revenge gnawing at the back of his mind, thinking about all of his and Blitzø's shared enemies, and how much he'd like to see them bleed. Of course, when he told Blitzø about this vengeful fantasy of his, the other imp was more than enthused about getting some sweet, sweet payback. After all, Blitzø's company had been a bit short of the thrill of homicide lately, anyway.

So it was settled, the two imps would meet up at a bar and discuss the finer details.

-Lil’ time skip-

“Hmm…but which one do you think deserves to be hunted first? Striker, or Crimson?” Fizz asked, taking a sip from the straw in his glass of Beelzejuice. “Well, Crimson may be a bit off limits anyway, Mox probably wouldn't want his big daddy to get hurt unless it was by his doing.” Answered Blitzø, absentmindedly tracing one of his fingers along the cracks in the wooden bar counter top.

So that just left Striker…”But, that western cocksucker is most likely the only thing stopping Stella from killing Stolas herself. Plus, I promised Loony that I wouldn't kill anyone today because it’s her birthday.” He continued, going silent for a while, just in case Fizz was brainstorming and didn't want to be interrupted. And apparently, he was.

“..Wait, he's super self-confident. Which means, all we have to do is exploit a weakness that's embarrassing enough to catch him off guard, and threaten to blackmail him with it. Right?” It wasn't a terrible idea. But, what the hell kind of a weakness would have such an effect on a guy like Striker?

Contemplating his inquiry, Blitzø skimmed through his memories with Fizz, trying to pinpoint any specific events that involved embarrassing weaknesses that an imp would have..and wouldn't you know it, the murderous imp finally came up with a reasonable suggestion.

“Ey, Fizz, remember when we'd have those stupid dares where we'd take turns in watching each other perform, and then point out any flaws afterwards by..tickling the other person in a way that accommodates to those flaws?” Blitzø commented, smiling slightly at the fond memory, but a little flustered about the topic as he was usually the more flawed one when performing. Thankfully though, the other imp only really picked up on the main idea that he was putting down, a wry smirk now building up on his face at the thought of using this against Striker.

“It's perfect! We won't hurt Striker, but if we record him being humiliated like that, we could threaten him with the blackmail of posting the video!” Fizz replied cheerfully, slamming down a $10 bill on the counter before gripping Blitzø's arm and yanking him out of the bar. Fizz dragged him eagerly all the way down to the Wrath ring, ignoring the whiny protests that spewed from his friend's mouth like gunfire and instead focusing on tracking down Striker, while keeping his phone safe so that they can record the whole ordeal when it happens.

Sure enough, the two eventually stumbled into the weird cavern that Striker called his home, making sure to keep quiet as they leapt behind the nearest boulder. Breathing out groans of pain between whistling a casual tune, the cowboy in question was currently standing near the unrealistic statue of himself and cleaning up his burn wounds from when he tried (and failed) to kill Fizz.

“Hey, you think you can do that introduction thing that Robo Fizz did? It might be fun.” Blitzø whispered to his friend, who, in response, nodded and took a deep but silent breath.

“Hiya kids, it's me, the lovable Fizzarolli!” Fizz started, jumping up onto the boulder they were hiding behind and watching as his voice startled Striker a little.

“Say, would anyone here like to play a game with me?! It'll be so fun, I can guarantee it!” While the cowboy demon scowled and reached for his angelic gun, Blitzø shot a bullet of his own towards said gun, making it inaccessible as the two former clowns suddenly launched at him.

It took quite a hassle, but eventually they managed to pin Striker to the same part of the train tracks that Stolas had been restrained against a while ago. They then tied his arms down either side of his head with his own angelic rope, doing the same for his legs and tail. “You two fuckass clowns ain't gettin’ away with this. I will get my vengeance, just you little fellas wait..” Striker sneered, allowing a brief dark chuckle to sleep through his teeth afterwards. To which Fizz and Blitzø both looked at each other with unbothered expressions.

Setting up his phone on a nearby rock, Fizz pressed the ‘record’ button and began speaking like the whole thing was a vlog.

“Hey there, all you imps, sinners, overlords and deadly sins! Today, we have a very western guest with us. Say hi, Striker!” Fizz announced, moving out of the way so that the recording showed a clear view of the cowboy, bound helplessly to abandoned train tracks and frowning spitefully all the while.

“Go fuck yourself.” Was the only thing that Striker planned to say for most of this. Unfortunately, things never seem to go according to plan for him. “Only off camera. Now let's get down to business, shall we?” Blitzø responded, smiling along with the other clown imp.

“You're a selfish bitch that only cares about money. Understandable, however, fucking up my only ticket to the human world and then also trying to kill my friend, that's not as excusable. So, we're gonna return your ‘favour’ by humiliating you and then blackmailing you with the recording of it. Sound good? Good!”

Before Striker had gotten a chance to respond, Fizz had started talking again, reverting back to his show voice for this next part.

“Earlier I asked if you wanna play a game. And now, we're gonna play whether you like it or not! The game is called...’Don't Laugh’~!” Upon saying the name of the game, Fizz lifted his robot arms up to shoulder height and bent his fingers into claws, wiggling them simultaneously to give a hint as to what was about to happen, with a shit-eating grin on his face the whole time.

The cowboy tensed, it was subtle but it was noticed, now slightly struggling against his binds as the reality of this ‘game’ began to fully sink in. “Oh you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me..” Striker murmured, feeling a few butterflies swarm in his stomach, something that had rarely ever occurred before. He despised the way the sensation affected him, making his body twitch in anticipation whenever someone made even the smallest movement, making him feel vulnerable, making him feel weak.

“Tch, and what kinda sick pleasure will it bring ya this time? Y'know, since everythin’ appears to be a sex thing with you two.” He remarked with a tiny smirk, clearly aiming to piss them off some more, despite his better judgment and the fact that it was just going to make everything worse for him.

Dammit, even those weird ass mini singing imps were here to watch.

His attention was yanked away, however, as Blitzø's hand then reached out towards him, and he tensed up once more, instinctively sucking his stomach in. But, the imp merely grabbed the cowboy's hat and placed it on his own head, earning a ‘seriously?’ look from both of the other demons, and an extra eye roll from Striker, who was getting fed up with this. But then Fizz's voice sounded out again, still speaking as if the whole thing was a scripted performance. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it's time for the game to start! Alright cowboy, are you ready?!”

“Listen, I don’ know what you jester twinks are plannin’ to accomplish with this, but I can assure ya, you ain’t gon’ pull a stunt like this again once I get my reve-HENGE!!” Striker's threat was abruptly cut off by the overwhelming sensation of a robotic hand squeezing his side experimentally, his voice raising up to a slightly embarrassing high pitched tone as this happened.

The cowboy attempted to recover by clearing his throat and forcing back the anticipatory nervous smile, refusing to let his captors feel like they were winning. Said captors, however, now adorned ear-splitting smirks that caused the butterflies in Striker's stomach to temporarily double, a few more harsh tugs being acted out on the angelic restraints. “I said ‘are you ready?’, not ‘bore us with monologue’. But still, at least people on Sinstagram will enjoy the bickering. But seriously, don't laugh!” Fizz replied smugly, refocusing his attention on the imp's outfit.

There were a few scorch marks on his shirt that didn't burn through the fabric, so of course, Fizz decided to fuck around a bit and trace ever so gently over those marks, relishing in the way it made Striker flinch and gasp quietly. Yet, his resolve held true, the scowl on the cowboy's face didn't budge, but not did the angelic rope, unfortunately for him.

“Alright it's my turn, move over bitch!” Blitzø demanded, playfully shoving his friend out of the way and cracking his knuckles, before starting to spider his fingers along Striker's sides. This time, it resulted in a wobbly grin showing through for just over a millisecond, the ticklish sensation making Striker wriggle away from the pursuing hands with a bit of desperation.

[cookiepie11]

Pretty bird ~ (tickle fic SFW! Lee stolas,ler blitzø)

"so what will it be pretty bird?" Blitzø asked with a smirk, he grinned down at stolas who was willingly tied to the bed "what spot should I get first huh?"

"I don't knoww" stolas whined with a giggle he wanted to hide his blushing face from blitzø but he also wanted to gaze into his eyes forever at the same time.

"hmmm how about... here!" He exclaimed and wiggled his claws on Stolas's fluffy stomach.

"OHOHOO NOHOOO!" he hooted in suprise

Blitzø blushed at the cute noises but brushed it off quickly "laugh bitch!" He said playfully and clawed under his armpits

"NOOHOOT BLITZYYY TICKLESSS!" he laughed loudly

"uh huh I know it does" he agreed and scratched faster

"STAPITT GET AWAYY" he yelled and squirmed around, his face painted with a dusty pink blush

"get away? Why you asked for this shit no backing out now" blitzø practically PURRED and started to nibble on his belly

"OHHOHH BLITZYY TEHEHE NOHOEHE" he squealed and thrashed around

"nom nom yummy ass stomach I just can't get enough of it" he teased and wagged his tail at Stolas's cute giggles and squeals.

"NOOHOO PLEASE MOVE SPOTS BLITZZZ PWAHA" he yelled

"Why of course" he said and moved down a bit "now for these ticklish legs~"

He skittered his small red claws on his thigs going down to the ankles and repeating the process over and over.

"teheee PWAHA NOT THE THIGHS STAHPIT STAHPPP TiTICKLEESSS!" He pleaded not really meaning it and blitzø knew that if stolas wanted an end to this he could easily break the restraints.

"calm your ass down pretty bird I'm moving spots~" stolas giggled and his face was redder then ever he loved the new nickname

Blitzø crawled down the bed and to the feet he poked one of them to test it out and he scrunched his bird toes up trying to hide his soles

"oh no you don't..I'm tickling these" he told him and scritched at his toes softly

"pwehee nooohoo stapitt!" He giggled cutely a small tear in his eye

"definitely not bitch I haven't even tried this yet! He said and wiggled all five claws on one foot and the other claws on the other foot "tickle tickle tickle.."

"HOOOT NOHOOT THEREEE STAPITT BLITIZHYYY MY FEEHET ARE TO SENSITIVE!" he begged which made blitzø wanna tickle them even more

"Yeah yeah sure you beg for a stop yet your not even trying to break free anymore" he teased and he was right stolas stopped squirming and was only scrunching his toes up which just put more attention on them

"NEHEHEEE HOOHOOT BLITZY"

"hm wonder what happens if i..." He picked up long blue feather of off the bed it was obviously Stolas's feather, he fluttered it on the sole gently up down left right

"OH MYY AHAHA BLITZY PLEASE TICKLESS TEHEEHE IT FEELS SOHOO..FLUFFY PWAHA I CANT TAKE IHT"

"well no shit it's a feather" he replied and swirled the feather around under his toes he was being extremely delicate which made it all the more unbearable yet addictive for the bird

"DOHONTT STAHAP EEEEE!" he giggled very loudly he loved the feeling of the feather endlessly circling on his feet he didn't want this to ever stop

"dont stop? Why would I want to? I've got to admit this is fucking adorable" he said and his tail wagged side to side

"TITICKLEESSS! PWAHAH HOOT HOOHOOT BLITZY!" he was again trying so desperately to escape and hide his face yet not break free and stay like that forever

"bitch why are you crying?" He asked but he knew it wasn't from sadness he slowed the tickling down seeing the bird was running out of breath

"i..**pant** tickles.." he was extremely tickle drunk

"I want to wreck you not kill ya, you need to breath stupid" he said playfully and untied him

"thats was so tickly and...um nicer" he admitted and blushed "could we..um do that..maybe.. again..like if you want to like no pressure!" His voice was a squeaky embarrassed tone

"I don't think I'll even pass up a opportunity to see you laughing like that again" he blushed and cursed when he realised how cringey the thing he said was

Looks like they both enjoyed that tickle session

[ticklishfizzy]

Helluva Boss Tickle Headcannons

Have some headcannons because I'm bored Blitzo -DEVIOUS LER -Main targets are Moxxie and Fizz (after they made up) -If he’s in a ler mood you need to RUN (luckily it doesn’t happen often) -Loves to chase -Loves to sneak up on Moxxie and tickle him while claiming it’s “just a hug, what’s so funny?” -Favorite teases have to do with his lee’s laugh/reactions -”Oh, is this a bad spot? Too bad!” -Very giggly lee -Has a very giggly and bubbly laugh when tickled, a big contrast to his usual snarky and sarcastic cackles -Main lers are Stolas, Moxxie and Fizz -Favorite ler is Moxxie but won’t admit it to save his life -Will never outright say he’s in a lee mood, but if you know him well enough you can tell -He’ll lay across a ler’s lap with his shirt slightly exposing his tummy -Or he’ll instigate a tickle fight just to have someone get revenge -Worst spot is his knees, he’ll go into hysterics if they’re squeezed -Can say the word but it’s embarrassing so he’d rather not Stolas -Very teasy ler -My man has feathers all over him you think he’s not going to use them to torture his lee? -Main targets are Blitzo and Octavia -Gets his target into a lee mood then makes them ask for it  -”I don’t know what you want, darling, you’ll have to tell me~” -Only tickles Octavia with consent, Blitzo isn’t so lucky (not that he minds) -Isn’t ticklish, much to Blitzo’s disappointment. Millie -Absolutely loves to tickle Moxxie when he’s upset or stressed out -Loves to tease -Flusters the hell out of Moxxie and enjoys every minute of it -Likes to point out how flustered he gets around the word -”Awww, hun, it’s just a word! Tickle tickle tickle! Awwwww look at that blush!” -Loves to give raspberries -Not very ticklish but her neck gets a few giggles out of her -Moxxie is the only person who can tickle her without getting hurt Moxxie -Very rare for him to ler -Mainly only ler to Millie and Blitzo if he’s being extra annoying or upset -Can’t say the word even when he’s ler -THE BIGGEST LEE IN HELL OMG -The cutest laugh in history -Main lers are Millie and Blitzo -Favorite ler is Millie -Cannot ask for tickles to save his life -Cannot handle teasing but loves it at the same time -THE CUTEST LIL SNORTS IF YOU GET HIM GOOD AGHHHH -Worst spot is his tummy but he’s ticklish basically everywhere -Won’t ask his ler to stop until he literally can’t breathe and has to tap out -Can you tell who my favorite character is? Octavia -Cannot ler to save her life -Main lers are Stolas and Loona -Hates her laugh but her ler will reassure her it’s adorable -Blushes very easily -Worst spot is her tummy -Raspberries will send her into hysterics Loona -Octavia’s favorite ler -100% tickles Octavia when she’s sad or particularly angsty -Big fan of using raspberries -Not really fond of babytalk but she will tease the living shit out of her lee -”Oh wow, I never knew someone could be this ticklish, how do you survive?” -Not ticklish anywhere except behind her ears -Blitzo is the only one who knows this

Asmodeus -OMG THIS MAN IS A LER 100% -Only to Fizz though -Loves to use petnames in his teases -”Aww~ Is my little fizzy frog ticklish here?” -Gentle tickles, then big raspberries out of nowhere just to throw his lee off their game -THE KING OF BABYTALK OMGGG -He’s a rooster and 100% uses his feathers to his advantage -Bigger and stronger than Fizz so pinning him is super easy -As soon as his lee says anything close to stop he’s cuddling them and asking is he went too far -Only ticklish on his hips -May or may not have accidentally hit Fizz the first time he was tickled -IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED AFTER BECAUSE HE WILL NOT HURT HIS FIZZY FROG -Doesn’t particularly like being tickled but he loves everything Fizz does so he enjoys it nonetheless Fizzarolli -Crazy ler -100% uses his robot arms to pin his lee -Main target is Blitzo but if he’s feeling brave he’ll go for Asmodeus -Definitely has been kicked in the face before by a certain imp -Lovesssss to tease and babytalk his lee -”Aww~ Is the wittle baby too tickwish? Can he not handle the tickle tickle tickles?” -Second place to Moxxie for cutest lee -Main lers are Asmodeus and Blitzo -Ticklish literally everywhere but his worst spot is his spine and upper back -CANNOT HANDLE BACK/SHOULDER MASSAGES -Asmodeus found out he was ticklish after offering to give him a massage after a hard day -Blushy and giggly lee -Like all you have to do is wiggle your fingers in his direction and he’s blushing and giggling up a storm -100% will retaliate and get revenge tenfold -Use his own teases against him and he will die -Tell him how much it’s gonna tickle and he will also die Did I forget someone? Probably. I’m tired.