#obey me tickles

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Triple Threat (Squealing Santa 2023!)

Hi, @hakurei-k, I'm your Santa for this year! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenging prompt since I don't typically write intense stuff with multiple lers, but it was a fun fic to do, and I'm so happy I got you!! I also want to thank @squealing-santa, Hypah, for being such an amazing host!! Couldn't have done it without you, thank you for keeping the tradition alive!

(Ler!Barbatos, Ler!Solomon, Ler!Simeon, Lee!MC)

Warnings: pranks, suprise tickles

Summary: Barbatos has a day off but doesn't know how to spend it. How better to than with you? Mediating a prank war wasn't in the plans, though.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Diavolo had first approached Barbatos about taking the day off, he was against the idea. “My Lord, the New Year’s celebration is not far away. The castle must be prepared for guests, there is much work to be done-” “Exactly my thoughts! You’ve been working tirelessly, my friend, you deserve some time to yourself. It’s my castle, I want to have part in the decorating! Besides, I know you’ve been keeping an eye on that new tea house. Take the day and relax, Barbatos.”

Diavolo patted him on the back and left Barbatos standing in his office, lost for words and with a blank mind for the first time in a while. For anyone else, the opportunity would be a blessing, to leave your duties behind and pay attention to the parts of your life neglected. All Barbatos could think about was the castle in a state of disarray, clashing colors, decorations strewn haphazardly about the place, anything less than perfect was not acceptable.

However, Diavolo’s pout if he figured out Barbatos was still working during his break was too heartbreaking to think about. Barbatos sighed, pulling out his DDD and pulling up his messages with you.

Barbatos MC, would you like to join me at Witch’s Brew this afternoon? My schedule has been cleared. 

MC Oh? Is that the new tea place across from Majolish? I would love to!

Barbatos Alright. See you at noon. 

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting. 

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual. 

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back. 

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep. 

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment. 

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?” 

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?” 

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!” 

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again. 

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest. 

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!” 

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you. 

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside. 

With a sigh, you took the bag, holding out the delectable sweet. “How about a truce? Do you guys wanna split this?” All three of them nodded, causing you to smile. As you made your way towards the den, Barbatos concluded that his day off was a day well spent.

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon: 23

Heehee! Thank you so much for the ask, anon! So, you wanna know how they handle a surprise tickle attack... ^^ featuring TickleMonster!MC

Lucifer: He makes it a point to put a de-sensitizing spell on himself because he knows exactly how you are. And he would good god blessed if he broke in public. And for the record, his definition of “in public” is In Public Spaces, In front of his Brothers, and/or in front of Lord Diavolo. The only way to get him to react is in the bedroom, in his private quarters. And even then, Lucifer will absolutely get you back for attacking him in such a vulnerable position. You wouldn’t think the first born Avatar of Pride would return tickles, but he does, in private~. Otherwise it’s apprehension for your childish behavior.

Mammon: The Great Ticklish Mammon? He never EVER sees it coming. And every single time it happens, he squeals and collapses, curling into a ball for being so unprepared. He then scolds you for embarrassing him without warning him first. Why? Cause he at least wants a head start to escape. Secretly he likes the attention, and the way that he isn’t tied up when it happens, but if you knew that, you would never let him live it down.

Leviathan: He avoids you when you get in one of your moods, because he doesn’t want the moment caught on stream. But that doesn’t stop you, he knows better than to lock his door when you want to see him. You basically turn into a psychological horror game when you go to tickle him, which both terrifies and excites him, cause you know him so well. He screams and laughs when you finally get him, falling down to the ground and wiggling around as you wreck him, like the sea noodle (serpent) he truly is. He actually really likes the attention, though… don’t stop plz.

Satan: He knows he can’t hide, but he prolongs the inevitable for as long as he can. He never used to like being tickled until he started falling for you, and he doesn’t like surprises, but he tolerates when you do it, cause he loves you, and you love him and his smile and laughter. Of course he is absolutely kidnapping you for the rest of the day after you surprise tickle him.

Asmodeus: Asmo encourages it and purposefully gets into a vulnerable position for it. But you think that’s too easy. You get him very good when you are out on the town, or alone doing skincare. Cause that is the absolute best time for him to not expect it. Though you did tickle him one time when you two were doing face masks, and he dropped onto you his wrath, because you might have given him a wrinkle or made the mask crack. You will not be forgiven until you squeal uncle.

Beelzebub: At first, you’re scared that he might eat you if you give him surprise tickles. But as you hang around him and he falls for you, you realize he’s very touch starved because he’s feared. You surprise tickle him, and he laughs, but he also asks for more moments like this. Soon, it’s routine for you and him to have little tickle moments and then you cuddle with him after ordering food for delivery. Beel turned surprise tickles into date night essentially.

Belphegor: Belphie is also touch starved but he likes cuddling in his sleep. When he’s asleep, it’s hard to wake up him so unless you know his spots it’ll be very difficult to get up to go to the bathroom. He’s the first person to fall asleep after surprise tickles, but granted, when he wakes up, he’ll be looking to give tickles back. And he will not be running, so if you tickle him asleep, just know that the next time you wanna hang with him, you’ll have to pay the tickle toll.

[bunnyy-123]

I need more obey me and love and deepspace tk fics 😁

[synthleeius]

Helloo ^^ since your requests are open, if you’re interested, could I get some ler Solomon hcs 😅😅 I’m still deeply into Obey Me

HII🫶🫶 i dont really remember much about obey me, but from the few times I wrote about him i have a few ideas xx (ft. a drabble)

teasy ass mf GOODBYE

"Come now MC, stay still.. it cannot be that bad, now can it?"

always threatens to tell people about your ticklishness if they dont know already (The angels, the demon brothers, ect.)

now the said ft drabble bc im going insane and. yeah.

The book shook gently as you giggled, the pages wrinkling slightly. "Soholomon- come on." you whispered in between your held back laughter, elbowing his arm the best you could while he sat behind you.

"Hm? Come now.. How else am I supposed to learn? This is valuable information." He replied simply, the teasing tone visible in his voice. His fingers kneaded into your sides, occasionally scratching his nails across the soft skin.

You took in a giggly breath, flinching forward as you spoke. "G-Geodes are s.. spherical? yeheah- to a.. theheres too mahany big wohords! Why am i reheading a book about rohocks?"

"MC~" Solomon chuckled, moving his hands up suddenly to claw at the back of your ribs. "Too many 'big words'? You sound like a child."

You gasped, the book slipping from your hands as you fell back into his figure. "fuhuhuck- yohour hohorible!"

(im so sorry)

[galacticlee3]

Mario… Something?

(Lee!Leviathan, Ler!Reader; Obey Me! Shall We Date?)

A gift for the lovely @altheadajoysoul for Squealing Santa 2k22! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and again thank you so much for hosting this year, Hypah!

Summary: Levi has something special to give you, something that brings back childhood nostalgia and helps you make a precious memory with the demon. Can either be interpreted as platonic or romantic.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.4k

Levi-chan

MC, do you have time to come to my room? I have something for you.

You

I have some free time, yeah. What is it?

Levi-chan

It’s a surprise :)

You

Alright, coming!

Levi shut off his phone, looking down at the wrapped gift sitting on his manga shelf. He wanted it to come in by Christmas so you could open it with bright eyes in front of his brothers, your smile as much of a gift to him as it was to them. But unfortunately, the shipping was delayed due to the high influx of travel from the human world to the Devildom, so he had to make you wait. He heard you running down the hallway above his room, a screech followed by muffled apologies telling him you’d knocked into one of his brothers on your way.

As your footsteps got closer and came to an abrupt stop, he brushed off his hoodie and messed with his hair, looking at Henry 2.0 in the tank. “Nothing to be nervous about, they’ll love it,” he reassured himself, getting pulled out of his head when two soft knocks sounded at his door. “Coming!” He called, taking a deep breath and opening the door a crack. You smiled at him, a little out of breath from your speedy trip, and he almost melted right then and there. Determined to keep his cool, Levi beckoned you inside, hoping you wouldn’t be able to see his rising blush in the dark.

He motioned for you to sit down on the couch while he walked over to the bookshelf. “I know you already got something from me for Christmas but this is your real present. It took a bit to get here, but I wanted to give it to you as soon as I got it,” he scratched the back of his neck, sitting in front of you criss-crossing his legs. Levi shyly bowed his head and held the gift up to you, a heavy silver box with purple ribbon tied in a haphazard bow.

“Oh, Levi! Please tell me you didn’t splurge, I love the Ruri-chan blanket you got me already,” you looked down at him, both grateful but also a bit taken aback. Levi shook his head, pushing the gift onto your lap gently. “I-its not splurging if it’s for you, MC,” he whispered sincerely, tail twitching nervously at his side, “Please, open it, for me?”

You nodded your head, gingerly pulling at the ribbon and opening the box. You gasped when you saw what was inside. A white Wii console, two controllers, and a few games were carefully packed with a little note that read Merry Christmas, MC.

“How did you- they don’t make these anymore!” You gasped with wide eyes, unable to keep a wide smile off your face. You had told Levi about your childhood Wii console a while back, the fun you had losing yourself in your favorite games, which were all stowed away inside the box. “I wanted to make you more at home here, you looked really happy when you told me about these, especially… what was it.. Mario, something?”

“MARIO KART!” You clapped your hands and fished it out of the box, hugging it to your chest. “Levi, will you play it with me? I can’t wait to smoke you,” you giggled as he got a competitive glint in his eyes. You loved when you two hung out and gamed, you could tell he felt more confident and you liked spending time with him doing something you both enjoyed.

“Just because I’ve never played it before doesn’t mean you’re going to beat me, in fact, I would be surprised if you did,” he stuck up his nose, taking the box from you and grabbing the correct outlet adapter from his box in the corner. “Wait there, I’ll get it booted up.” He plugged in the Wii and connected it to the large TV in front of you, the nostalgia coming on in waves hearing the starting sounds.

You and Levi spent a few minutes making Miis of each other, sad that there weren’t any purple hairstyle options for him, but having fun anyway making your little characters run around. After a few minutes, you inserted the disc and readied your controllers, teaching Levi the controls and having a few practice laps. “Okay, do you think you’re ready to play for real now?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him where he was sitting across from you.

“I think I have the hang of it now, in fact, I know I’m going to win. A simple racing game? Child’s play, literally.”

“Oh? Then how about we raise the stakes? The loser…” You zoned out in thought, before a mischievous grin made its way onto your lips. “The loser gets wrecked by the winner!”

Levi’s cheeks bloomed an adorable shade of red, for he knew exactly what you meant by “wrecked”. The loser would be tickled by the winner, something he knew you both didn’t mind very much. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t incredibly flustered by it, something you knew, and were planning to take advantage of during the round. Was it cheating? Maaaaaaybe, but you also wanted to hear his precious laugh, something he didn’t share often.

He shook his head, trying to distract himself from the ghost tickles starting to creep up his back. “You’re on, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Levi taunted, trying to hide his growing blush and flustered state.

His Yoshi and your Waluigi drove up to the starting line, buzzing with energy. “3…2…1…go!” You chant along with the screen, blasting off with the CPUs. Levi was not too far behind you, tongue sticking out in concentration. You decided he was too cute not to mess with.

“Y’know Levi, I bet you’ll barely be able to hold back your laughter when I get those sides of yours,” you chirped, keeping your eyes on the screen. You saw Yoshi waver and almost drive off the track, not expecting distractions, let alone teasing from you. He was almost silent, tail swishing behind you unbeknownst to him.

“You get all squeaky when I get near your ears, how do you think you’ll fare now? Asmo did my nails yesterday so they’ll be extra tickly~”

“MC! This is cheating!” He was climbing up the ranks, a place behind you, but he was curling into himself which threw off his game.

“I’m not doing anything, just making some conversation!”

“Can we change the topic?” He said meekly, trying to keep his cool. He came up to you, trying to knock into Waluigi’s car. You knew it was time to pull out the big guns.

“Hmmm. Fine, I want to talk about how adorable your laugh is, it’s contagious and it always makes me want to hug you for being so gosh darn cute!”

Levi lost grip on his controller, letting it go in favor of covering his face with his hands. His ears were pink now, and he was quietly whining in protest of your statements. “Why do you always do this MC… saying things that aren’t true,” he groaned into his palms, refusing to show you the fiery flush on his cheeks. You scoot over and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You might not think it is, but I do. I find you charming, cute, but most of all someone dear to me,” you whispered, rubbing his back. Levi peeked out of his fingers, sighing, but a big smile broke out onto his face. “Thank you,” he peeped, glancing down at the controller. The one that he dropped. With wide eyes, Levi turned to the TV which displayed a cheering Waluigi in first place.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want,” you said quickly, letting him know there was an out. But he shook his head, still embarrassed to the nines. “You won, I l-lost, fair and square,” Levi reasoned, chest filled with nervous excitement. “What kind of demon would I be if I couldn’t take it?”

With that, you pounced on him, hands squeezing up and down his sides, giggling along with his airy laughter that you loved so much. His tail was thumping away on the couch, letting you know he was enjoying it as much as you were. You two spent the rest of the afternoon like that, gaming and reveling in each other’s stories and laughter. For you both, it was a perfect day with your best friend.

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CRIES AND SOBS THIS IS SO CUTE

give me playful happy luci on a platter right now

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 7 - Playtime

Lucifer x Reader

"If Asmo ever finds out I'm doing this to my hair," you commented, twirling your hair to make yourself a bun. "He's gonna get pissed."

"That is why I'm sending him a picture."

You gasped, turning around to find Lucifer laying in bed with his D. D. D. pointed at you. Your eyes widened and Lucifer's grin only got wider as a mischievous laugh escaped from his lips. 

"Luci, don't you dare!" 

"Asmo," he said as he typed away. "Look what I found your little human doing. I'm sure you've already told them how to take care of their hair, haven't you? So I left this matter at your disposal to reach a solution and- oh!"

Forgetting about your hair, you let it all down as you rushed to Lucifer. He chuckled, jumping off the bed and running away from you. 

"Come back here!" 

This was unexpected... Lucifer was rarely in a playful mode. His eyes were shining mischievously and he was smiling widely, even laughing to himself as you chased him around his room. You couldn't help but smile as well, feeling excited butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at this sudden behavior of his. 

"Lucifer!" 

"And send- ack!" 

You, surprisingly, caught him. Your arms tightened around his waist and with your momentum, you were able to push him back onto the bed. You tried to wrestle him to get his phone, but he quickly hid his D. D. D under his body. 

"What- give it to me!" 

Lucifer grinned. "Why should I? That is my phone." 

You straddled his waist and tried to hug him so you could reach back for his phone, however, he kept fighting your arms, laughing and giggling at seeing you struggling. 

"Luci!" You were a little out of breath already. "If you don't give it to me now I'll-

"You'll what?" He challenged you, showing his fangs as he smirked. 

"I'll-" Your eyes were drawn to a path of exposed milky skin. Lucifer's hips protruded from his pajama pants and your hands immediately latched to them. "I'll tickle you."

Lucifer's eyes widened, but before he could stop you, you were squeezing that terribly ticklish spot right above his hips, those little muscles that made him laugh hysterically if you got him right. 

"AHAHAHA! Lehehehet gohoho!" He cackled, throwing his head back as he weakly tried to push your hands away. 

Tickling was probably the only thing that could incapacitate Lucifer from fighting back that was why he only let himself be ticklish about a few people. You, of course, his brothers and perhaps sometimes Diavolo, just to please him. 

You giggled, feeling him kick behind you as he squirmed and tried to stop your hands. 

"I'm not gonna stop until you delete that picture," you said, your thumbs rubbing circles against those spots, making Lucifer shriek with laughter as his cheeks turned pink. 

His hips twisted, but you followed his every move easily, not letting go of him once. 

"Unhahahand mehehehe!" He said, his laughter turning more desperate the more you tickled him there. 

"I will only if you hand your phone to me," you sang, pinching his hip with one hand and making him jump with loud laughter. "Otherwise you'll die of laughter and-"

"FIHIHINE!" He cried, little tears latched to his lashes. "I'll gihihive it to yohohou!" 

You stopped and Lucifer, giggling and trying to catch his breath, arched his back a little so he could pull his D. D. D out from under him. He gave it to you and you saw Asmo's chat open, but where was the picture? 

"I dihidn't tahake anything," he said and you looked down at him. "I was joking." 

You blinked incredulously. "Ah, so you wanted to play, huh? My Lucifer here wants to be playful? Then I'll have to take care of it."

Lucifer giggled as you put his phone aside and your hands went back to his hips, tickling him all over again. His rich, deep laughter filled the room all over again. 

"How's this, hmm? Did you want me to tickle you like this so you were misbehaving?" You teased, grinning widely and feeling your cheeks heating up looking at his flushed face and smiling mouth. 

How could he be so adorably playful like this? You could tell he was having so much fun right now and your heart fluttered. 

"Hehe, someone here is very ticklish- ah, n-nohoho!" 

"Ihihit's yohohou!" He said, grabbing your waist and tickling you back. 

He soon changed your positions and now you were under him as he tickled you mercilessly, jumping from spot to spot to have you shrieking with loud laughter. 

"Cheheheateheher! Lehehehet gohoho!" 

"I will if you apologize for tickling me," he said smirking down at you. 

"I wohohon't- AHAHAHA plehehease not thehehere!" 

"Are you sure?" 

He really was having fun. Opening one of your tightly shut eyes, you could see his beautiful grin and you felt happiness rushing through him. How could you possibly stop him from acting this way when he rarely did, besides, even though you were laughing your head off, you couldn't lie and say you weren't having fun yourself!

A/N: We've got a trashy fic today huhu, wrote this in a hurry because I didn't have anything ready and I'm crying, but I hope you all enjoy it!

[giggle-bee]

Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

Just a short lil drabble with Ler!Barbatos, Lee!MC

Warnings: teasy barbatos 🙄, tickles

(a fellow tea enthusiast card, divider by @/cafekitsune)

“Wait wait! Waitwaitwaitwahahahahait!”

You opened your eyes cautiously, seeing a smiling demon above you, wiggling his fingers. Yes, you had asked for this. But were you ready for it? Pfff- never!

“Hmmm? Why am I waiting again?” Barbatos asks dryly, his apathetic drawl couldn’t hide his playfulness. He makes a show of twitching his hands right above your worst spot, making you squeak.

“Becauseeee! I just…” And suddenly, the amazing excuse you were about to tell him disappeared. He couldn’t help himself from grinning wide, “Yeeees?”

All he got from you was a giggly whine, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.

“Darling, we can wait as long as you need. I can make us all the time in the world.”

He snaps his fingers, a blue sheen takes over the room for a few moments before settling down into its natural state.

No way. Did he just..

“Stop time? Yes, I did. Now I have you all to myself, how wonderful,” he purrs, scratching under your chin teasingly.

“Bahaharbatohos! Stop teheheasihihing!” You batted at his hands, scrunching your shoulders up.

“Of course. Since you would prefer to wait, we’ll start when you ask me to.” Oh he was evil, and he knew it.

You cover your face and groan into your hands, the demon butler’s smirk never fading. “You’re insufferable,” you grumble, peeking through your fingers to see his forming claws near your sides.

“I won’t start without the magic words, MC,” he challenges. Barbatos would be the death of you.

You sigh, resigning to your fate.

“Go ahead, t-tickle me alreadahAhaHAHA!”

hey guys!! I’m super excited about tickletober, although I can’t promise many fics (；v；)

I have some pre-written, but most of them will be short drabbles with headcanons or just headcanons, or even short imagines! I’m just very busy with school, work, and life, but you all are so supportive!!! I want to write, so if you have any more suggestions for the remaining tickletober days, please drop them in my askbox! There are many that don’t have a prompt yet :3

Anyway, thank you all for being patient and I’m excited to see what everyone else has in store for this event! May your October be silly, fluffy, and fun!

[nonamenonamenon]

Across all three realms, Solomon is a sorcerer known to all as fearsome and powerful.

He has a notable amount of demons under pacts with him, and his magical prowess is nothing to laugh at, either.

Some even tell the tale of the sorcerer being able to wage war on the entirety of the Devildom, with only one man, himself, backing his corner.

To his friends and acquaintances, he's an eccentric human with a love for cooking. His love for the act doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.

Rather than fearing his skills and abilities when it comes to magic, his cooking is the most fearful thing about him.

He’ll serve you food that looks like it’s been made out of poison and objects entirely unfit for making dishes with a handsome, close-eyed smile.

He’s entirely oblivious to the deadly effects that his meals dish out to those who eat it, with his cooking being bad enough to make even the most fearful demons in the Devildom keel over and faint simply by having a taste.

However, known to you, and only you, is a softer side of Solomon not often seen by others. Among every human, demon, angel, reaper, and any other race in this world, you feel as though you’re blessed by the Celestial Realm itself to be the only person to see all of his sides so wholly and so intimately.

As his adorable apprentice (as the sorcerer often calls you,) you’re all too aware of his skill when it comes to magic. In your eyes, he’s stellar, and an amazing teacher. While being his pupil isn’t easy, he makes sure to know that you’re doing well through praise, offering a kiss for every spell you get right, and other rewards that… aren’t exactly age appropriate enough to mention.

Though, you think he enjoys these acts a lot more than you do.

When it comes to domestic things, Solomon is all too elated by the act of cooking for the one he holds most dear. He puts all of his heart and soul into the meals he creates for you, though that doesn’t mean they’re any better. Living with Solomon… is no easy task. Especially when it comes to eating his cooking.

Unfortunately for you, your love for Solomon and the guilt of having to stare at his sad face when you reject his meals overpower your distaste for his cooking, so you grin & bear it, even if you’ll end up with nasty side effects after.

The soft, quiet, and romantic moments with Solomon are what you treasure most.

The ones where you sit, studying together in a comfortable silence, where you simply exist in each other’s presence, feeling the other’s warmth.

The moments where you’re quietly observing his peaceful sleeping face, and the moments where he’s giving you much needed comfort and affection, consoling you without needing to say any words.

It’s heartwarming, and it makes your stomach churn & flutter in a good way.

He once told you that he never had anyone in his life that cared about him so deeply, or anyone to care for in the same way.

Throughout your entire relationship, and for your foreseeable future with him, you make sure to never let him feel that way ever again.

It’s a gross underestimate to say that you two only love each other.

What you have with Solomon goes deeper than words can describe, and what you two feel for each other is more than you can express.

It’s why the quiet moments with him are your most treasured.

In each comfortable silence that the two of you share together, no matter when it is or where you are, the both of you know well that there’s a million words (and more) of love and affection being said.

[giggle-bee]

omfg you have no idea how much I love this

SO FREAKING CUTE

Lucifer was not a Morning Demon...

MC/Lucifer

Summary: ...so you had to do something about that.

Word Count: 1819

This is a tickle fic btw

~🍓~

The sound of the alarm clock rang, again, which jolted you awake, again. With a grumble (that was punctuated by a couple of choice swears), you slapped your hand around the bedside table before finally smacking the snooze button, again. After the room fell into silence once more, you stuffed your poor arm back under the warm embrace of the covers…again.

By and large, this was a typical morning for you. Being forcefully woken up by the alarm and spending the next half an hour rueing the existence of school was an inevitable part of your day. What you didn't expect; however, was that you would be continuing this routine in Lucifer's room.

Last night, Lucifer invited you to spend the night in his room. You, being absolutely smitten with him, eagerly obliged (but in a cool, casual way where you didn't seem too desperate.) 

You had originally fallen asleep tangled in each other's arms, but when you had woken up (to the sound of the alarm clock ringing for the first time), you had found him sleeping fondly on top of you. You could only move your arms. 

It honestly wasn't that bad of a predicament to be in, though. Sure, your organs were being crushed, and you were slowly losing feeling in your legs, but he just looked so cute and peaceful. 

Throughout the day, Lucifer seemed to have a permanent scowl etched onto his face, no doubt due to the various antics of his brothers. Now, you were able to see him all relaxed (and without those forehead creases). His cheek was squished against your shoulder, causing his lips to pucker out in a small pout. This was a rare treat. You couldn't bear to wake Lucifer up and ruin that.

…But you had to.

You gently shook his shoulders. "Hey, Lucifer, that was my fifth time hitting the snooze button. You need to get up, eventually," you said, brushing back the hair that had swept over his eyes.

Lucifer mumbled something, nuzzling against your shoulder. "Five more minutes…" he huffed out. He didn't even have the audacity to open his eyes.

You chuckled. That was a line you would have expected someone like Mammon or Belphegor to say. It almost sounded foreign coming from Lucifer's mouth.

"Come on, you're usually the first one up most mornings," you said, even though you knew that it was actually every morning, "What happened?" You started scratching him in between his shoulder blades. He shuddered, which totally did not make your heart explode into a million pieces. 

"You know I'm not a morning demon." Lucifer stared at you with a half-lidded, sleepy gaze. "But, when I'm with you, it's so much worse. You're just so tempting." He took a deep breath, and a part of you wondered if he was trying to sniff you. "I could spend all of eternity with you in this bed."

…Okay, now your heart was in a million pieces.

You hugged Lucifer, which must have been sudden, judging by the quiet yelp that he tried to cover up by clearing his throat. You squeezed him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Aw, Lucifer, that's so sweet!" you exclaimed. "But, you need to get out of bed. Don't you have a student council meeting this morning? What would your brothers think if you were late for that?"

Lucifer scoffed at the thought. "I won't be late. I have plenty of time."

Admittedly, this was a fun change in your dynamic. Usually, Lucifer was the one to knock at your door and quietly scold you for sleeping in and how you were going to be late for RAD. Sometimes, on days when you'd miss breakfast (which, in your defense, wasn't often), Lucifer would slip you something small to eat on the walk over. He usually denied this whenever you would confront him about it publically, though.

Unlike Lucifer, you weren't shy about expressing your true thoughts. "Get up, Lucifer." 

…Your 'true thoughts' weren't actually that complicated. 

"Later." 

With a massive, only slightly exaggerated eye roll, you tweaked his side. Lucifer immediately stiffened, inhaling sharply. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows and visibly cringed when he saw your shit-eating grin.

"Lucifer–"

He interrupted you by saying your name in an almost pleading manner. It made you feel giddy. "I know what you're planning," he said in a harsh whisper, "Don't."

"Don't what?" You loved playing ignorant. It was one of your favorite pastimes. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You know exactly what I'm talking abo–" Lucifer clamped his mouth shut when you started massaging his sides. 

You had expected him to sit up right away, but it seemed like he was refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing that what you were doing was getting to him. Fortunately, you could do this all day. Lucifer's pride would be his downfall.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, giving you the death glare. It would have been intimidating if you couldn't feel the way Lucifer trembled with every pinch and prod.

"Does that not tickle?" you asked innocently. 

Lucifer gritted his teeth. "No."

You abruptly scribbled your fingertips across his stomach. Lucifer collapsed on top of you. You grunted in pain, the wind whooshing out of you. You would have tossed Lucifer off yourself for that…if it weren't for how much you were enjoying torturing him like that.

"What was that?" you wheezed, still struggling to catch your breath. 

You were able to recover quickly, and you wrapped your arms around Lucifer. You dug your fingers into his ribs, focusing on that tender area that made him jump.

Lucifer gasped. "N-n-nothing!" he choked out. Lucifer pressed his lips against the fabric of your nightwear. Was he, perhaps, trying to smother the sound of his laughter? Somehow, that idea alone was more endearing than his sudden stutter.

"You know, I never really expected you of all demons to be ticklish, Lucifer," you prattled on as though he wasn't shaking like a leaf underneath your fingertips. You were so close to breaking him. "I mean, you're Lucifer: Avatar of Pride, eldest demon brother, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom. By all means you shouldn't have such a silly weakness."

As you were speaking, you slowly spidered your fingers lower and lower down his body. You weren't ashamed to admit the pleasure you took in watching him flinch and recoil whenever you discovered a new area to target. His lips occasionally vibrated against your skin. He was straining to stop himself from laughing out loud, so much so that he didn't even attempt to respond to what you had said. 

Soon enough, you reached his hips, and you casually rested your hands on them. From the way he had completely stilled the moment you had touched them, you knew that this spot was bad. You waited for a moment to see if Lucifer was going to get up, plead, or, maybe, if you were lucky, beg for you to stop. Nothing of the sort came, which meant that you had full reign to do what you wanted.

You whispered, "This is a sensitive spot, isn't it?" Without waiting for an answer, you clawed at his hips, digging into the bone. 

Lucifer cackled out loud. "Be quieheheheit!" He lifted his head up, only to instantly lose his grip and flop back down.

You shot him a wide smile. "There it is!" 

"Shuhuhut uhuhu–ahaha!" Lucifer's sentence was drowned out by his own bout of laughter. 

You had never heard Lucifer laugh like this before. At most, you had seen him let out a coy, evil chuckle at the prospect of punishing Mammon or at Satan's failed pranks. Seeing him laugh so freely like this sent your mind into some dangerous places. 

The sound was low but carried none of the intimidating cadence that it usually had. You wished you could see his smile, but he was still intent on hiding his face from you. It was one of the few attempts to maintain a shred of his dignity.

While he was squirming, Lucifer's shirt had bunched up around his waist, and you took this opportunity to tickle his bare skin. That sent Lucifer into a frenzy, tensing up as though he was struck by lightning. "Gaha–! Stahahahap it thihis instahahahahant!"

"That depends," you said, "Would you get out of bed if I stop?"

Lucifer quickly threw the blanket off of him, as though he had just remembered why you were tickling him in the first place. Actually, you sort of forgot for a little while there, as well. 

He sat up at the edge of the mattress. You were about to give him another quick, impish tickle under his arms when he stood up. He straightened out his shirt, taking care to press out a few of the more prominent creases. You turned onto your side and propped your head up on one elbow.

Lucifer whipped his entire body to face you. His face was contorted into an angry frown, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You…" he growled. A threatening aura surrounded him, or, at least, it would have been threatening if it wasn't for the faint pink blush that dusted his cheeks or the slightly breathless way he spoke. 

"Yes?" you answered in a cheery tone. It wasn't wise to make a smart alec response about Lucifer's somewhat disheveled appearance, right now. At least, not when he currently had to upper hand. 

He leaned in close to your face–so close that you had to lean back a little. You were only a little scared that Lucifer would try to bite your face off.

He started speaking in a cold tone. "I'm going to get you back for this tenfold–" Lucifer's alarm clock rang out again. You thought about making a pun about being saved by the bell, but you thought better of it. He shut the alarm off and did a double-take when he saw the time. "...after I get ready and attend this meeting." He added as a quiet aside, "How did it get so late…?" 

Lucifer began to unbutton the buttons of his shirt nearest to the collar. As he stepped closer to the bathroom door, you called out, "Love you, Lucifer!" You had to let him know that what you had done was an act of affection and care and totally not because you got a little too caught up with the fact that you had Lucifer giggling in your hands. 

He shook his head. "I love you, too," he mumbled begrudgingly before slipping into the bathroom. Lucifer closed the door, but you didn't hear the click of the lock. 

Although you weren't looking forward to what Lucifer had in mind for you when you got back home from RAD, you still counted this as a win in your book. 

[synthleeius]

masterpost 🪩

heyyy <33 my names syn and i use he/him xx enjoy stalking (me too though)

(ps; im a minor [14-16] so 25+ pls dni!)

Disclaimer!; this is a sfw tkl blog ⭐️

requests currently; open!

but honestly no guarantees😭

writing tag -> #syns stuff

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writing boundaries!!

fandom list;

genshin impact

spiderverse

percy jackson (the tv show + TSATS)

our life (beginnings and always)

genshin impact;

a well deserved break - ler!venti + lee! reader

anticipation (tickletober) - ler!venti + lee!reader

accidental (tickletober) - ler!aether + lee!xiao

afternoon - ler!xiao + lee!aether

magic tricks - ler!aether + lee!lyney

drunken antics - ler!aether + lee!venti

august slipped away - ler!tighnari + lee!aether

new years day - ler!aether + lee!xiao

drabbles

lee!albedo + ler!aether

lee!aether + ler!lyney

obey me!;

knismesis - ler!solomon + lee!reader

unnamed fic - ler!solomon + lee!reader

ler!solomon hcs + lee!reader drabble

spiderverse;

weak spot (tickletober) - ler!hobie + lee!gwen

BSD;

unnamed fic - ler!reader + lee!dazai

big mouth;

big mouth hcs

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 18: Clothes

Lucifer x Reader

A/N: two obey me fics in a row? Hell yeah! I couldn't resist writing my handsome man for this one hehehe

"Mu rromm. Hglop mw."

You knew it was urgent. He never had typos in his messages. You rushed to his room from yours, you were just about to jump into bed and rest for the night so you were running through the halls in your pajamas and barefoot. You weren't surprised to see no one, but your heart skipped a beat when you heard some giggling coming from around the corner towards Satan's room. You could clearly hear him with Belphie, giggling and whispering to each other.

Oh, no. What did they do now?

You didn't even bother to knock, turning the knob, you quickly entered the room and your eyes widened as you were greeted by his laughter. The door slammed behind you, but you stood frozen.

Lucifer was writhing in bed, laughing like you'd never heard him before. You could clearly see how red his face was and even a few tears glistening on his eyelashes and cheeks.

"L-Lucifer?" You finally approached him, not sure he heard you over his loud laughter. Once at the side of his bed, you watched as he desperately tugged at his pajamas, a set you've never seen before. "Wh-What's wrong? What's going on?"

First having typos, then laughing wildly. This was definitely not right at all! Lucifer opened one of his eyes and looked at you with relief.

"T-Tahahake it off, plehehease!" He begged, tugging at his clothes again and shrieking as he jerked to the side. "Plehehease! It tihihickles!"

It what now?! Blinking, you reached out to do what he told you, but as your hands approached, his instincts kicked in and he flinched away from your hands, dissolving in apologies and telling you to just do it.

"S-Stop moving then!"

"I cahahan't!"

You whined, jumping onto the bed and trying to wrestle the poor demon so you could unbutton his pajamas. Straddling his hips and placing your knees over his hands, you started to undo his clothes, revealing his perfect body. His skin was just as spotless as always, but his muscles were contracting as he cackled. It was rather rare to see him like this, you couldn't help but stare a little.

"Huhuhurry!"

It took you a ridiculous amount of time to get his nightshirt off, but when you finally did, his body finally relaxed into the bed and his laughter began to die down. You looked down at him from where you were sat on his hips.

"It was Satan and Belphie, huh?"

"I must never trust the gifts my foolish brothers give me," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Thank you for coming. Give me a kiss and go to bed, please throw that thing in the fireplace."

He was so tired, you wondered how long he had been like that. You gave him a small kiss on the lips and forehead and wished him a good night before you got out of his room with his pajama top in your hands.

Lucifer told you to get rid of his clothes... but could this help you out for a little revenge?

Hehe, alright now, where did you leave your D.D.D.? You knew a sorcerer who would be more than happy to help you!

[l3viat8an]

MC: I should warn you, I'm not very good at keeping secrets from Solomon…..he has been known to use physical torture.

Asmo: You mean he tickles you.

MC: As I said, physical torture!

[giggle-bee]

YES YES AGREED

also headcanon that the anti lucifer squad is plotting to find his

over the years they’ve been together lucifer has kept it quite secret

In reality the only brother that knows are beel and levi

Beel bc he can pin lucifer and found out on his own after he got punished for eating the entire fridge stock and guzzling the coolant as well

and levi because he just knows lmao

brotherly intuition

lucifer knows where all his brothers are ticklish and where/how to target in order to have them all shrieking with laughter sorry i don't make the rules

[otomiyaa]

Lucifer, Solomon, Barbatos x Reader

Romantic + 06. “Could you… do that to me?” + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by @hakurei-k for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Word Count: 1.7K (I normally don't count words for drabbles but I felt this got a bit longer than average and boi I was right)

Barbatos was winning. You could see the confident look in his eyes, even though his act was still kind and humble as ever.

"Are you discouraged? No need. Don't worry, you still have a chance to win this."

It was just a one-on-one lucky dice game. No skill needed, no experience. Only luck, making it a fair game for anyone: demons, angels and yourself, a human.

You played it sometimes with Barbatos, and also with Lucifer and Solomon. The four of you were on a summer trip to the human world where you liked to show them some of the places where you would hang out in the past.

However the weather was so awfully hot that it was hard to move outside, or enjoy the nice places you wanted to show them, so you didn't mind to spend some more time in your hotel room instead, which included the lucky dice game a lot.

And to keep it more interesting after multiple wins and losses, Barbatos came up with this little rule for the two of you:

"The loser will get tickled by Lucifer."

"Do I get a say in this?" was Lucifer's dry remark. He was not playing the game with you, but he sat in a corner of the spacious hotel suite, reading a book.

In the end Lucifer didn't refuse and wasn't against the little penalty, if that would make your game with Barbatos even more exciting.

But the more lucky rolls the smug demon butler had, the more nervous you got. He was winning, and the thought of Lucifer tickling you right now... You blushed. It would be killing! Barbatos getting tickled however? Thanks to his own suggestion? Now that was the entertainment you were looking for.

You glanced at Solomon who was relaxing on his bed, with an electric fan right by his side to keep him cool, even though the air conditioning in the room was more than okay.

There was a way to still win this game, and even though it was a sneaky and nasty one, you felt like it was worth the try.

"My turn?" you asked, and you grabbed the dice. Then with your elbow you not-so-accidentally bumped your glass full of cold soda all over yourself. A sweet and refreshing sacrifice you were willing to make.

"Oh no," Barbatos said dryly, but you already jumped up.

"Eeeek, how clumsy of me! Don't worry! I'll get it off! Solomon, come help me!" Before Solomon could even protest, you ran towards him, yanked him off his bed by grabbing his arm, and dragged him into the bathroom with you. Just in case, you closed the door.

"That happens," you heard Lucifer say. Pffft. Spilling a drink, of course it can happen to anyone. Except you, if it wasn't with a reason.

"I'll help you, calm down," Solomon said when you pinned him against the wall. But you stared at him intensely.

"Solomon," you mumbled, keeping your voice down so the others wouldn't hear.

"Please.. Could you… do that to me?" you asked. Now that the moment was here, you were shy to state the literal words.

"...What?" Solomon seemed confused by how intense you were, so you were forced to explain it.

"Make me uh, luckier?"

"I'm already making you lucky, aren't I?" Oh the sass. Stupid Solomon.

"Solomon!" you whined. "S-P-E-L-L. The lucky spell! Please, I need it."

"Oh, that. Hm... Last time you said it didn't work though?" Solomon frowned.

"Forget what I said, it could work now. Put the spell on me, I need to win this. You want Barbatos to get tickled too, right? Especially by Lucifer. It's free entertainment for us if I win this game, not to mention it's Barbatos' very own idea. I have to win."

"So, you'll cheat?" You weren't proud to see Solomon so smug about it.

"W-whatever! And like you said, it may not work. I know you're still working on that spell. But we can try at least, right?"

Solomon's lucky spell was something he had tried on you a few times, without Lucifer and Barbatos knowing since you knew they wouldn't approve of magical experiments on you, even though this was quite an innocent one.

"Hmm, we can try indeed," Solomon agreed.

"Try what?"

Oh no. You looked back to see the door open again. Barbatos was standing there, and even Lucifer had gotten up to check on you.

"Is the soda off yet?" he said, but you could hear he was sarcastic. You blushed and looked at Solomon, then at them again.

"N-nothing! I mean, try uh, try to clean my clothes? The soda is still here," you said, rubbing at the sticky spot on your shirt.

"Try what, Solomon?" Barbatos asked Solomon, ignoring your silly excuse.

"Try my lucky spell, to win the game," Solomon said. WHAT! You looked at him in shock. Betrayal! He merely smiled at you.

"You know I can't lie, not when Lucifer is here too."

Coward! You looked at Lucifer and Barbatos and tried to explain.

"No! He means, not a spell b-but like the eh magic word of motivation and- eek!" You stood with your back against Solomon when Barbatos and Lucifer walked into the bathroom. Although quite spacious and luxurious, this room was suddenly very... cramped, and crowded.

"Were you trying to win, by cheating?" Barbatos asked calmly.

"No! Really I wasn't!"

"Lucky spell? Has Solomon been practicing magic on you, in secret?" Lucifer asked.

"No! Not in secret- I mean, not at all! Solomon, tell them it's not true!"

To your surprise, Solomon who still stood behind you, grabbed both your shoulders and held you tightly against him, pulling you back slightly. He said with his mouth very close to your ear:

"Still trying to lie your way out of this? That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position."

Three against one, nooo!

"I really wah-Ahahaha! Lucifeheher no plehehease!" you cried when Lucifer and Barbatos finally closed you in, and Lucifer was the first to start tickling you.

"Since cheating counts as losing, this punishment is for you," he said, sounding very vengeful while attacking your tummy. He must be so disappointed in you for experimenting with magic behind his back.

"Nonono I dihihidn't cheheheat- ahahah!"

"You attempted to, so Lucifer is right," Barbatos said. He only needed one hand to grab both of yours, and you yelped when he used his free hand to start tickling your side and ribs.

"No this ihihisn't fahahair! Aahahah!" you howled. "Solomohohon hehehelp!"

You squirmed against him, but instead of helping you, Solomon joined in by sneaking his fingers under your arms where he started to tickle your armpits mercilessly.

"Cheating indeed isn't fair, so I agree with this punishment." That Solomon! You could swear he wouldn't have minded putting that spell on you if you weren't caught, but here he was, conveniently choosing Barbatos and Lucifer's side.

"Plehehease- hehehe nohohot thehehehere!"

"Not where?" Barbatos asked. Fair. They were all tickling a different spot, and you weren't even sure who this was aimed at. It all tickled so bad.

"E-everywhehehere hahaha!"

"I am confused," Solomon joked, and you jolted when he dug his fingers into the centers of your armpits. The sneaky sorcerer was tickling you and holding you steady at the same time, making sure you wouldn't sink through your knees and slip out of their grasp.

Not that you saw any chance to escape. It was a tickle punishment you were going to endure for as long as they pleased.

"This shirt is all dirty," Lucifer said, picking up your sticky soda shirt and pulling it up slightly. When he tickled your bare tummy, with his fingers scribbling around your belly button, you threw your head back and shrieked.

"Noooohohoo ahahaha!" Normally Lucifer would wear gloves, and whenever he tickled you while wearing them, well yes, it tickled indeed. But since it was so hot and you were relaxing in the hotel anyway, he wasn't wearing them, and you could swear that with his bare hands, his tickles felt twice as ticklish.

Meanwhile Barbatos clawed at your ribs with terrifying determination, while keeping a serious face. And none of them seemed to mind that your hysterical laughter was extra loud with a special echo effect, since you were still in the bathroom!

"Need some help there?" Solomon said, moving your shirt up even further so Barbatos' fingers started to get access to your bare ribs.

"We're fine, but thank you," Barbatos said politely.

"Plehehease I'm sohohorry!" you yelled through hysterical giggles.

"Why apologize?" Solomon asked. He was so mean!

"I'm sohohorry I t-tried to cheheheat!"

"So you admit it, good. What else?" Lucifer said, glaring at you while not even slowing down his tickle attack on you.

"I'm sohohorry for lehehetting S-Solo-ahahaha whahaait!" It was hard to apologize properly while getting tickled like this.

"Keep talking," Barbatos said. They were not making it easy!

"I'm s-sorry fohohor hehehe, ehexperimenting mahahagic!" Better, shorter. And they seemed to accept it. It was a weird experience to feel the tickling stop so suddenly as they all stopped at the same time, yet it was as if your laughter was still echoing through the bathroom.

"Apology accepted," Lucifer said.

Barbatos finally smiled again and pinched your cheek fondly. "Me too," he said.

Solomon finally released you as well and you stumbled forward, right into Barbatos' arms. You enjoyed the feeling of his comforting embrace while he caressed your hair.

"We were a little hard on you, I apologize too," he admitted, giving you the aftercare you really deserved after going through that intense tickle punishment. You giggled and leaned against him. Lucifer also caressed your back, helping you relax. He then turned to Solomon.

"So, next up is Solomon," he announced. Solomon jumped.

"Eh? I didn't lose any game," he argued.

"You didn't. But you also secretly experimented with magic, on our human," Lucifer said, making you blush like you always did whenever they would call you theirs.

"It was just a harmless trick!" Solomon chirped, but even though you were too tired and Barbatos didn't join in either, it was still a delight to see Lucifer release that lovely tickle wrath on the ticklish sorcerer. You knew Lucifer alone could be just as bad as the three of them together, and it became clear as soon as Solomon's desperate pleas were heard.

"Pleehhease ahaha hehehelp mehehe!" he whined, but you merely smirked and watched him get what he deserved.

"Get him, Lucifer," you encouraged, and you happily indulged yourself in Solomon's sweet melodious laughter.

[strawberriesinbloom]

Day 1: Anticipation

Obey Me -- Mammon/Reader

~🍓~

You straddled Mammon’s hips on top of your bed. You took delight in the way he squirmed underneath you, gently holding both of your wrists away from his torso. His cheeks were flushed with a nervous, trembling smile plastered over his face. 

“St-stop,” he stuttered. His voice came out high-pitched and whiney. “I know what you’re gonna do…” He dragged out that last word before he squeezed his eyes shut.

You chuckled, breaking out of his weak grip to tweak his sides. Mammon jumped and gasped. His eyes flew open as his face somehow turned a darker hue. “What am I going to do, Mammon?” you asked.

Mammon pressed his lips in a thin line. He crossed his arms over his chest protectively, but interestingly enough, he let his stomach unguarded. “You’re gonna…gonna…” Mammon whined again. 

You wiggled your fingers right over his stomach. His shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of his delicious skin. You traced your index finger along the hemline. Mammon shivered. “Stop teasin’ me,” he muttered. His hand grazed over yours. You waited for him to do something: to take your hand, push you away, or even tighten his grip a tad, but nothing happened. 

“Whatever you say.” You grinned at him. Mammon squeaked. 

Gently, you ran your fingers over his abdomen. His muscles grew taut underneath your touch, and he kicked one of his legs out. He burst into helpless cackles. “Stahahap!” Mammon grabbed onto your arms just beneath your elbows. “Ehehehe…I-I cahahan’t—!” Mammon didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you dug your fingertips into his sides. He squawked in surprise.

You weren’t being particularly rough. In fact, you weren’t really touching him that much at all. Mammon was just horrifically ticklish. “You’re so cute,” you said as your fingers explored his torso. His skin was warm and soft. You loved it. You loved him.

Mammon let out a soft giggle in response.

[giggle-bee]

Beel's Big Break!

Written for Tickletober days 2: accidental and 4: weak spot, based on @/august-anon's tickletober prompts!

(unspoken affection, dividers by @/cafekitsune)

Summary: Beelzebub has been asked to feature in an issue of Devil Style for the upcoming Fangol tournament. Luckily, his brother Asmo is helping with makeup, but they run into a problem. Warnings: none, this is a tickle fic!

Asmo was ecstatic. Beel, not so much. It wasn’t that the younger demon wasn’t excited about being featured in Devil Style, but he would rather be doing things like hanging out with Belphie, having a meal with MC, even studying sounded better than this. What was ‘this’ exactly?

Beel was currently being pampered by a hairstylist pulling it in all directions and Asmo dusting his face with powder. He looked fine, why was this necessary?

“Everything is different on camera, dear,” Asmo explained, fluffing a brush across his cheek. Beel’s stomach growled. “Asmo- when can I go back to the green room for some of those scream puffs?” He pouted, his lip drooping. His brother huffed, shaking his head. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can snack, I promise, Beel! Now pull your shirt up, I have to do some work on your abs.”

Asmodeus pulled a contour palette out of his giant cheetah print makeup bag, the same size as Beel’s exercise duffel. “Why? Is something wrong with them?” Beel pulled his shirt up and glanced at his stomach curiously.

Asmo giggled and poked his side, “No, silly, we just have to do some contour for some of the photos they’re doing this shoot.” Beel flinched, his mouth quirking up at the poke. “Fine, just hurry up please, I’m starving-”

Another loud grumble came from his stomach, it was complaining just as much as Beel. Asmo dipped into the palette and tapped the brush on the side. “I’ll be fast, I promise,” he held his pinky out for Beel’s to grasp. A pinky promise between the demon brothers was very common, something they had done many times over the years. It meant different things with different people, but Asmo’s usually came with a smile and success. Beel nodded, holding his tank top up with his chin as Asmo started applying the makeup to the grooves of his abs. What he did not expect, was the extremely ticklish sensation that followed. He jumped, almost kicking his brother across from him, a deep giggle bubbling out. 

“Asmo- that tihihickles! Slow dohohown!” Beel was trying his best to stay still, he knew that Asmo had an important job to do, but he couldn’t help squirming in his seat. Asmo clicked his tongue and brought out a makeup wipe, erasing the stray powder. “You just told me to hurry up, now you want me to go slower? Make up your mind!” Asmo exclaimed playfully, looking up at his brother with a raised eyebrow. After he calmed down, he grumbled under his breath before sighing. “Just do it, I can deal with it,” Beel replied, looking away from Asmo. “Alllllright then, if you say so!” Asmo chirped, swiping the brush under his bellybutton to define the muscles. Beel tried. He really did. After holding his breath for what seemed like eons, he finally broke, spluttering into quiet snickers and hiding his face in his hands as Asmo continued to work. 

He could hear some of the magazine staff cooing behind him, which made his ears turn pink in embarrassment. “How are you still so ticklish after all this time? Guess you never grew out of it hmmm, little brother?” Asmo teased, moving up to the next set, making sure to get the sides and in between them. “Oh shuhuhut ihihit! You’re just as bAhAHahAd!” Beel scoffed, planting his feet firmly into the floor so he wouldn’t move too much. Asmo hummed, grinning wide as he moved up to the top, “I’m almost done, you’re doing good,” he reassured, going in for more powder. It was getting more difficult to keep still as Asmo blended out the contour, the small light circles sending Beel into another bout of belly laughter. It echoed through the room, and he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore, just attempting to let Asmo finish with no complications. After a few more unbearable seconds, Asmo let up and blew a stream of air over his stomach, making Beel yelp. “All done! Now, go to the stylist and change into your Fangol uniform,” he shooed a very giggly Beel out of the chair and over to a demon manning a rack of clothes. “I’ll go save you some scream puffs for when you finish,” Asmo whispered with a smile, watching Beel’s eyes go big and his face light up. He muttered a small thanks before hustling over to the stylist, ready to continue the shoot. 

A week later, Beel found MC and Asmo on the couch, gushing over the newest issue of Devil Style. And there he was on the front cover! The hard work of the staff paid off, and he had to admit that the photos had come out looking pretty good. “Oh, MC guess what! I found out that our precious Beel here is still ticklish, isn’t that soooo cute?” Asmo purred, shooting Beel a mischievous glance. The human’s eyes perked up with interest, a playful glint in their eyes. “Is that so, Beel?”

Beel bolted, putting his Fangol skills to the test with MC hot on his heels.