#lucifer also feels like a bottom bahaha

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okay i adore applestatic but when i see it all i can think of is this meme:

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Hellooooo ! Can I request scenario 7 with sentence starter 7,4,2 ? (Umm if i can’t ask for more than one prompt , you can choose the one you want ) with obey me annnnnd whooooo ? Hint: 🖤💚. SATTAAAAAN OFCCCCC , as the lee please ! Thankkkk youuuu !

hey hey!! you can absolutely request some lee satan, so i decided to combine the prompts since they fit really well together!! also i love this bc i love lee satan and i want to try writing it HAHAHA UWUWU

tickle prompts/scenarios

scenarios 7: random tickle attack

sentence starters 2: “What happens if I really tickle you?” 4: “You asked for a massage...I’m massaging you.” 7: “What’s happening? Why are you laughing?”

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It had been an extremely long day for Satan.

He had woken up at the break of dawn to go and volunteer at a local cat cafe, and he had been there to take care of the cats and prepare them for prospective adopters who had had their eyes on the kittens for quite some time. After the three hour “shift,” he popped by Hell’s Kitchen to grab a quick sandwich before heading to a four-hour shift at the local library. After heading home and grabbing some dinner, he headed down to Majolish to pick up an early birthday gift for Lucifer (he would never admit that was what he was doing, but you knew nonetheless, since his birthday was coming up).

He had returned home exhausted, and practically fell on top of you when he entered his room and noticed that you were curled up on his bed reading a book. You could tell he was happy that you were waiting for him, even if his face didn’t betray his feelings. You offered to help him get into the shower, but he shook his head, and he grabbed at his shoulder, his face screwing up in pain.

“Would you like a massage?” you offered gently. You were aware that he must have had a really rough day since he had run from place to place that day with barely a single break; his muscles were bound to be screaming for some kind of release.

He sniffed, sitting in front of you and leaning his back against your chest; you took that as a yes. Smiling softly, you began to dig into the rather tight muscles of his shoulders; he let out a slight sigh of content and leaned into your touch.

However, the already tense muscles of his back seemed to tighten even more when you ran your fingers along the spot underneath his shoulder blades. You smirked, getting the sense of what was wrong, and you playfully pressed into the spot again, feeling the muscles twitch beneath your touch. Satan’s breath had hitched in his throat, and you watched his head twist at the awkward sensation. You did it again, and this time the blonde burst into hushed giggles that he quickly tried to cover up. The answer as to what was going on became crystal-clear in that moment.

“What’s happening? Why are you laughing?” you asked, trying to keep the laughter out of your voice. You knew you didn’t have to ask to get the idea of what was going on, but you decided to tease him nonetheless.

“N-nothing.” The response sounded like it was being hissed through gritted teeth. You knew that tone of voice all too well; Satan was absolutely hiding something, or trying to seem unaffected by your playful touches.

You didn’t reply to him; you knew he was absolutely bullshitting you. Instead of verbally replying, your response came in the form of the physical; as you returned to work out those knots that had built up around the sides of his back, you decided to give his ribs a very brief, playful tickle before returning to your work.

The response was a squeak and a violent flinch that nearly dislodged your hands from his body. Satan huffed at you, attempting to cover up the embarrassing high-pitched noise that just left his mouth, and he leaned forward slightly to try and get away from you.

“Where are you going?” you asked him, reaching out to try and grab him again. “You asked for a massage...I’m massaging you.”

“Not...that kind of massage,” Satan hissed back at you, recoiling from the grabby hands that reached out for him again.

“You didn’t specify what kind of massage you wanted, anyway,” you teased. “So I just massaged you.”

“That was barely a massage! You kept...tickling me.”

The way that Satan hesitated during that last sentence confirmed your exact suspicion. You wasted no time as you pounced on him, bowling him over onto the mattress. You two wrestled for a few more moments until you managed to pin him down on his back, and he desperately tried to squirm away from you.

“MC!” Satan gasped. “You better not--”

“What happens if I really tickle you?” you mused aloud, interrupting him. A hiss came from the demon that you still had pinned, and you smirked.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Oh, you certainly dared. Even if the crafty blonde put a curse on you after this, it would still be worth it to see his reaction. But you shrugged, deciding that it would probably be funnier to get him out of nowhere.

“Okay, maybe I won’t,” you declared, sitting up to let him free. Satan glared at you for a few more moments before turning so his back was to you again. You continued to massage his shoulders, and while you did so, you moved, little by little, so you were close enough to get a grip around his shoulders when you began your attack. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice your minuscule movements. When you were finally in the ideal position, you reached forward and pulled him towards you slowly, and he let out a slight purr at your touch. When he had nestled into you, you reached forward and began to tickle him under his arms.

“MC...? What are you-- BAHAHA WAHAHAIT!” You blinked, trying not to chuckle at how absolutely adorable the sound of his sudden laughter was. You had never seen Satan burst out laughing like that, but you weren’t determined to let him go just yet. He leaned forward with a squeal, trying to evade your touch, but you pulled him back so he was lying beside you on his back, laughing with his whole chest as you began to attack his sides.

He had no time to protest as you moved to attack his legs, and the moment your fingers brushed up along the underside of his bare knee, all hell broke loose. He let out a scream unlike any other sound you’ve ever heard from him, and he began to kick, squirming and rolling over to latch onto your clothes as he squealed in laughter like he was begging for his life.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!!” he cried, and he genuinely sounded like he was sobbing. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him as you exploited and tortured what looked to be a hyper ticklish spot on his body. He let out another alarmed shriek as you playfully tickled the bottoms of his feet, but it was quickly covered up by more shrieky cackles when you returned to torturing his knees.

As soon as you noticed how red his face had become and how much he was sweating, you decided to give him a bit of a break, but you didn’t want to tease him too much. However, you couldn’t hide your giggles at the sounds of him panting.

“You are too cute!” you declared. “Seriously, I’ve never met even a human with as sensitive knees as yours. That’s incredible!”

“Shut up!” Satan hissed.

“But it’s cute!” you insisted, which earned you a glare.

“If you so much as dare to tell my brothers about this, I’ll put a curse on you,” he warned. “A curse that makes you feel ticklish for an indefinite amount of time.”

You didn’t respond to his threat straight out, but you did feel a shiver run down your spine at the prospect of your nerve endings’ sensitivity being heightened even more so than they already were. Instead of letting your alarm show, you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered. “It’ll be our little secret.”