#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.

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

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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!

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Obey Me! Hungry For You - Beelzebub x Reader N$FW

AN: idk i just really felt like writing and im head over heels for this big back :lipbite:

Summary: Bro is STARVING, for ur giggles and ur pleasure (teehee)

His stomach growled, so loud it echoed through his room. He hadn't ate in about fifteen minutes, and for Beel, that was too long of a gap without food. He sat up out of his bed, rubbing his aching stomach as he stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of his brother sleeping in the other bed.

Now hungry AND bored, he got up out of bed, taking a few steps towards Belphie's bed and nudging him. "Hey..." Beel whispered. Belphie groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "Huh-? What do you want... its so late..." The sleepy demon sighed. "M'hungry." Beel huffed, to which Belphie let out a tired giggle, "Then go get something to eat..." He responded. Thats the thing, Beel wanted to, he WAS hungry, but for some reason he wasn't really craving any of the normal food he'd usually eat. It was strange, it was almost like he had an insatiable hunger for something he didnt even knew existed.

"Mm, okay." Beel finally responded, quietly exiting the room as he patiently shut the door behind him. He wandered the halls for a few minutes, trying to figure out why he was feeling this way. He rubbed his stomach as it growled again, that hollow aching feeling only getting worse. He sighed, almost turning the corner to the kitchen when his nose picked up a smell. Something sweet, addictive almost.

"What...is that?" He said faintly.

He followed the smell, a confused look on his face when it lead him away from the kitchen, he followed it back up towards the bedrooms, a tint of pink hitting his cheeks as he realized where it was coming from.

Your room.

He tilted his head, pressing his head against your bedroom door as that sickly sweet smell bombarded his nose, causing him to almost sneeze. He assumed you were asleep, but there was no harm in knocking right?

Knock knock knock.

He heard your voice from the other side. "Come in!"

He opened the door, a small smile on his face as he saw your lovely self on the bed, you were only wearing a t-shirt and sleeping shorts, with a handful of creams on your bedside table. "What- are you doing?" He asked, seeing you rub some sort of lotion along your neck.

"Oh, this? Its moisturizer, I was about to head to bed so I thought I'd put some on. Makes my skin super smooth in the mornings, doesn't it smell nice?"

Oh, you had no idea.

"Yea, it does... Smells really nice." He said, taking a step closer.

"In fact, the reason I came up here was because I could smell it, I thought it was food." He admitted, to which you let out a giggle.

"Pfftaha! Really? Sorry Beel, you cant eat this stuff, I think you'll get sick." You smiled, holding the bottle of lotion up to your face so you could read the ingredients. As you were doing that, Beel made his way over and sat next to you, the smell was so concentrated that his head was getting fuzzy. You smelled- so good. "It smells so sweet though, how can it not be edible..?" Beel pouted, taking your hand in his and running his nose along your wrist. "Beel, I swear you cant, it'll probably taste funny." You chuckled, watching him take in your new sweet scent.

"Can I try?" He said softy, looking up at you for a moment. A tint of blush hit your cheeks. "..Try? Like, taste it?" You tilted you head, to which he nodded. "I mean, I guess, demons probably have better immune systems and-" As you went to grab the bottle of lotion, he spoke up. "--No, not from the bottle. I think... It'd taste better if I tried it while it was on you." A smile formed on his face, somewhat sweet, yet laced with something else.

Your cheeks began to burn, it was then you realized Beel had already pinned you down, gentle yet firm hands holding your wrists beside your head, his legs on either side of you. "Well, I um.." You said shyly, his hungry expression only making you more shy.

"Can I?" He asked, still being gentle. You smiled faintly, nodding.

He smiled back, leaning down, his mouth placing itself against your neck, his tongue swirling on your skin, the taste leaving a soapy yet unbelievably sweet film in his mouth. That hollow and empty pit in his stomach was now feeling much warmer. "You taste so good-"

"Beel!" You squealed, squirming gently as you scrunched up your shoulder. "What? Whats wrong?" He hunched back up immediately, his lips still wet from his own saliva. "It tickles..." You said sheepishly.

There was a sudden sensation in his stomach as you said that, it felt good. Like if he had just taken a bite of ice cream. "Oh." Was all he said as he leaned back down, hungry for more. "Wait! B-Beheheel!" His mouth returned back onto your neck, his tongue gliding along your skin. Your giggly laughter only cause his insides to warm up even more.

The taste of your skin, the sound of your laughter, that was it. Beel could feel himself growing more hungry for it as time passed, he let your wrists go as his hands shot down, gently digging into your sides. You yelped, your back arching as giggles practically flew from your mouth. "AhAH- nohoho! Beheheel!" You squealed, feeling his mouth work its way up to your ear, where he began sucking and licking along the rim of it. "So sweet..." He muttered, "Your laugh, your taste... let me have some more, please? Just for a bit, m'kay? Still hungry..." He mumbled in your ear, so faint you could barely hear it over your own giggles.

His hands travelled down to your hips, thumbs hooking right into the crooks as they massaged into your grooves, causing a new wave of laughter to emerge from your throat. "NAHAH-! Beheheheel! Ihih-! Ihihi cahahant..!" You pleaded, still scrunching up your shoulders from that damned tongue swirling around your ear. "You can, see..? You're doing it right now... I'm not done yet, still need to have dessert..." He said that as his knee pressed between you legs, causing your breath to hitch as you went back to laughing.

Finally his mouth moved from your ear, his teeth hooking onto your shirt as he growled, ripping it down the middle with those demonic canines of his. He ogled at your shirtless figure and your laughing teary eyed face, since your poor hips were still being destroyed by just his two thumbs. He watched as your tits bounced as you laughed, almost unaware that your shirt was off, until you felt his hot lips surrounding your right nipple, and the hands on your hips slowly stopping their torment. "B-Beel... Ah! Fuck..!" You moaned, shooting a wave of warmth through his once empty stomach.

"So... sweet..." He said between sucks, his tongue targeting the tip of your nipple as he flicked it. But it still wasn't enough, this was barely a snack to him, he needed a meal. His now free hands moved to your thighs, spreading him apart as he watched you gasp, his mouth still on your breast. You could feel a finger pushing the fabric of your shorts covering your now hot and aching mound to the side. The smell radiating off of you, from down there, it was killing him. He raised his head off of your breast, meeting you face to face as he stared down at your teary eyes.

"I'd like dessert now." He said with so much lust in his eyes you could've sworn this was Asmodeus.

You only nodded, which made him smile.

His tongue trailed down your chest, then down your stomach, causing you to giggle, getting a sweet chuckle out of him too. His teeth bit down on the waist band of your shorts, ripping it with ease as he tossed them to the side, his hands holding your hips down as your legs hung on his shoulders.

He stared at your mound, taking in that addictive scent, his hunger only building as he was practically drooling. You felt a gentle tongue swipe up between your lips, flicking against your clit. A shot of pleasure shooting through your body, to which he did it again, and again. It was almost like he was licking a lollypop, he did say this was dessert after all.

"Beel-! Haaa! I- fuck..!" You writhed in pleasure, the torturous licks driving you insane. As if he was reading your mind, you felt as his tongue plunged its way between your folds, letting the taste of you coat the inside of his mouth as his lips sucked away at your clit.

You cried out, attempting to arch your back but to no avail. That man had an iron grip on you at this point. "So... So fucking good..." He said between his sucks and kisses. His tongue swirled around inside you, you could feel it rubbing along your walls, then it'd be back on your clit, circling it and rubbing right on the tip. "Beel! Please..!" You moaned out as he continued to feast.

"Still hungry." Was all he said, you then felt those hands on your hips begin to massage in those hypersensitive crooks, causing you to break out into laughter as you moaned. "NAHAha! Beheheel! Fuhuck- noho! Nhh!" You begged, tears streaming down your face as his mouth made your stomach do backflips. But he just didn't stop, his mouth kept delving deeper into your folds as his thumbs drilled into your hips.

You moaned out as you pleaded once more. "Beel! I cahahant-! Im gohonna cum! Please!" Laughter mixed with your moans, the overstimulation was killing you, but you've never felt more alive. "Thats alright, cum, I need to taste more of you..." He mumbled with his head still pressed between your legs, you groaned as you felt the rush of warmth shoot out from your lips, coating his in the process. You could hear him slurping up all of it, licking it off your inner thighs.

"Gosh.. I.. wahAHaH! Nhh! BehHEheel!?" Another wave of laughter and moans emerged as his hands and mouth began once more. "Sorry, I'm still hungry." You could hear the sadistic tone in his voice.

He was going to savor every lick, every laugh, he was getting his fill tonight.

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CAN YOU PLEASEEEEEE DO MORE LER BARBATOS?!?!

Sincerely 🥦 anon

BUT OF COURSE! I feel in a writing mood today so here’s some headcanons :3

I actually haven’t been active in this fandom for a bit but I miss it. Established relationship implied :3

(Dream dalliance card, obey me)

Lee!Barbatos Headcanons

He looooooooves it when you spoil him. He’s a workaholic by nature and takes care of everyone so when you offer to take care of him? He loves it

At first he protested, not wanting you to go through the trouble, but he can tell how much it means to you to be able to care for him like this and if it makes his darling happy? He’s more than delighted.

One of the things he loves most is when you play with his hair. You get him all cozy and ask him to lay his head in your lap and you give him scratches behind his ears and gently massage his scalp. But one thing you’ve learned is that the places where his horns pop up is incredibly ticklish. It actually causes them to pop out sometimes which embarrasses Barbatos to no end, but he will just hide his face in your stomach or thigh and let you continue. His horns are ticklish too, scratch at the base of them if you want to hear the demon butler squeak.

I feel like his laughter is quite deep, and he’s normally very good at holding himself back. Usually Barbatos tends to cover his mouth with the back of his hand when he laughs but you wanna see his pretty smile! Solution? Kisses and tickles.

If he covers his mouth he won’t get kisses, but you get to kiss the laughter right out of his mouth while you scribble up his back! It’s a win win :)

Also I hc his back to be quite ticklish, he CANNOT handle massages or back scratches. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t ask you for them from time to time. You can tell he needs a little extra tlc when he puts candles on the nightstand, usually reading a book or writing in his journal out the stress of the day.

Most of the time he doesn’t like to ask for these things because he doesn’t want to burden you (silly Barbatos), but you love nothing more than to make all his tension melt into nothing.

He tries to hide in his arms when you get close to his shoulderblades because it tickles so much, that’s where his wings would be, after all

But often you give him a little… convincing to let himself laugh freely. In the way of squeezing his sides and flanks or scribbling in his armpits. If you really want to make him go crazy, get his tummy he will squeak and squeal and make all the non-butlery sounds

I saw this in my drafts and wanted to answer it

I don’t write for obey me anymore bc I’m not super active in the fandom anymore BUT!!!!

I do write for Overwatch now :3

So if you have any Overwatch things you would like to see please send them my way I have so many thoughts

[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. 

[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.

[synthleeius]

masterpost 🪩

hi 😰 um im syn n i use he/him (im so fucking awkward sorry)

(ps; im a minor [14-15] so 25+ pls dni)

Disclaimer!; this is a sfw tkl blog

writing tag -> #syns stuff

reblog tag -> #others stuff

fandom list;

genshin impact (kind of)

spiderverse

percy jackson (the tv show + TSATS)

our life (beginnings and always)

a date with death

the marauders (don’t ask me about lore i have no fucking idea)

sonic movies

fic links below —>

(these r all old btw)

genshin impact;

sum of these links might not work tbh

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!

[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

[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!

[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.

[chibimochii]

Mochii's to do list

This list will be building or checked off once I've completed said work!

○ Xiao x Aether

○ Xiao & Itto (special ver)

○ Blade x (surprise)

○ Cyno x Tighnari (special) maybe even spicy who's to say...

○ Obey me!

○ Kinich vs (surprise)

○Giyuu x Sanemi

[synthleeius]

this was such a cute request btw ALSO IM SORRY IT TOOK AGES I DIDNT MEAN TO I JUST KINDA FORGOT AB IT but we need more like barely ticklish readers bc its adorable

lee!reader

ler!solomon

1..

2..

Okay that's it.

You were known to be slightly inpatient, but you’ve knocked on the door of Solomon's room at least 6 times. And sure, you're all for being respectful.. but, come on!

So on that note, you twisted the doorknob and pushed his door open a crack to take a peak in before fully opening it and walking inside. You saw the sorcerer at his desk with his laptop open, and his headphones in. So that's why he didn't answer the door..

A small tinge of mischief filled your senses as you creeped up to him, taking a quick look at his laptop. Of course he was researching.. he could never get enough, could he?

You huffed quietly, I mean, how could all of his attention be on a few spells and potions! So much that he didn't even have time for you? How rude..

“What's got you so upset, hm?”

you gasped softly at the voice, your gaze immediately turned from the laptop to the voice. Solomon just chuckled, slipping his headphones from on his head to around his neck, turning around to look at you.

“What, you didn't think you could just linger over my shoulder like that and expect me not to notice right?” he chuckled, disbanding the headphones on the desk completely and standing up. His full attention was on you, and you could tell.

“That's so unfair! You weren't supposed to notice, and I was supposed to scare you!” You exclaimed, but quiet enough to not alert anyone else. Solomon just laughed at your antics, his head tilting as your arms folded over your chest.

“Don't laugh at me! Ugh, anyways.. what are you doing?” You changed the subject absentmindedly, taking a step back to his desk and looming over it to read the text on the screen. ‘The properties of this potion..’ blah blah blah.. God, did he really read all of this for hours on end?

“Just researching on this potion.. Why do you ask? Don't tell me you wish to start learning the things I do.” He teased, standing behind you and watched as your eyes squinted a bit at the laptop.

“I’d rather die, thanks.” You responded bitterly, a sly smile on your face as you turned around to meet Solomon's smug expression. “Would you now?” He asked, but you could tell that he didn't expect a true answer. “I would.” You bit back, your eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“..What are you planning?” He asked, taking a small step closer to you. “Whatever do you mean? Im great~” You giggled gently, a single finger of yours connecting to his side. He let out a slight flinch, his hand taking a hold of yours.

“Don't start something you can’t win.”

“Oh, don't worry, I know I can win.”

You started by connecting your free hand to his hips, before you were ever so rudely interrupted..

“Absolutely not.” He said with a playfully stern voice, taking your wrist and conjoining it with your other in one of his hands and holding them in front of you. “Awh what, are you too ticklish?” You teased, leaning in a bit more forward to get a better look into his eyes.

“What are you even gonna do, hm? You know I’m not ticklish right?” You asked with a slightly confused tone, letting your wrists fall in his hold without and struggle. After all, you weren't scared.

“Barely ticklish.” He corrected you, smiling to himself when he saw your cheeks had fell a soft pink. “Yeah, barely, so what?” You scoffed, turning your head to the side.

“Say, MC, help me out will you? I'm in need of a.. assistant, if you will.” He pondered, his free hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder.

“Noho- fuck off.” You could help but giggle at the playfulness, backing up until you hit the back wall. Solomon followed you as you did, moving your captured wrists above your head and holding them in place as you struggled.

“Thank you for your cooperation MC, I deeply appreciate it.” His hand travelled to your neck, his fingertips running up and down the sides ever so gently. Usually, you don't get this kind of treatment. You weren't very sensitive to that sort of touch and that's a fact. But.. Something about his touch, it made you want to squirm in a sort of way you didn't know was possible.

“mmph.. s- stop.” you whispered, your head hiding in the side of your raised arms. Solomon just loomed down at you with a sly smirk, his nails moving to scratch under your chin teasingly. “You're right. You're not very ticklish, but that doesn't mean I can't tickle you anyways.”

“It's supposed to..” you mumbled, looking away as you felt his nails drag across your shoulder all the way up to your wrist in a swift line. He began fluttering gently with his top three fingers, making you shiver in place. You hid your forced smile, sneaking a soft peak at the other’s face.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, the tone in his voice making you resist the urge to slap him right there and then. Just.. He was acting like he wasn't doing anything! Like his fingertips weren't slowly spidering down your arm, stopping to linger at your inner elbow, and-

“What, you can’t take it? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” He cut your train of thoughts, a sly smirk on his face looking into your eyes. “It's not.. like that. You.. you're just..”

Your voice trailed off, your brain short circuiting slightly. You couldn’t help it! barely even tickled, it was just.. flustering in a sort of way you couldn’t describe.

“You know, you're saying a lot about me.. How about we talk about you and that, may I say, adorable smile of yours?” He teased, letting his hand finally spread lower. He dragged his nails from your elbow, skimming under your arm for a split second before resting his hand on your waist.

He took a second to look at you, as if he was taking it all in. “What are you doing..?” You mumbled, your head turning forward to look at Solomon with a confused look. “Nothing.” He replied, his hand that was sitting comfortably on your waist began to run up and down, and you could feel his thumb rub side to side teasingly.

“Doesn't seem like nothi- shihit!-” You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle when his hand slipped under your shirt and skittered across your bare stomach. Sure, it wasn’t bad, but it still made that familiar bright smile reappear on your face, maybe even bigger than before if you really looked.

“Hm.. good spot?” He chuckled, letting his fingertips roam to your sides and hips just to make you squirm a bit. “Yknow, I really could make you more ticklish if you just let me use a tiny bit of magi-”

“Fuck no.” You cut him off, “Fihirst of all, fuck that, second of all, you’d torture me!” As you exclaimed, His hand finally slowed and his other came down to wrap around your torso. With a relieved sigh, you let your arms slam lightly onto his shoulders after being held up for so long.

“I should've expected that answer,” He began, a soft smile on his lips; “But if it means anything, I don't think I need to.. I like you like this.”

He whispered the last bit, laughing when you rolled your eyes.

“Stay tonight?”

“..Fine.”

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's 12 days of Tickles Day 4: Wish

DiaLuci

A/N: didn't proofread this one, so bare with me if you notice anything off hehehehe

Lucifer couldn't help but sneak glances at Diavolo.

The Christmas lights danced in his golden eyes, making them shine like gold coins, full of warmth and joy as he placed beautiful ornaments all around the Christmas tree.

It was adorable to see him smile brightly and watch his nostrils flare to inhale the delicious scent of pine. With a smile that seemed to light up the entire room, Diavolo moved with the energy and excitement of someone experiencing his first Christmas, although it was a celebration that he had several times before. 

Lucifer chuckled softly, barely audible to the excited man beside him. “Having fun?” 

He would never admit that his heart skipped a beat every time Diavolo's bright eyes fell on him. 

“You know I love decorating the Christmas tree!” He said with laughter in his voice. “Isn't it looking so beautiful? Everyone will be so amazed by this!” 

Lucifer let out a soft laugh, placing a red sphere as high as he could manage. “I hope so. We've been at this all day long.” 

Diavolo chuckled, his cheeks flushed. He spun around the pine tree like a little whirlwind. For one ornament that Lucier placed, Diavolo placed five while humming under his breath. It didn't take them much longer to finish and as they stepped back to appreciate their work, Lucifer noticed how Diavolo was almost jumping up and down with excitement. 

“Whoa, it looks beautiful, Lucifer,” he said in a daze, his eyes shining adorably.

Lucifer chuckled, warm eyes looking over at Diavolo. “Yeah, very beautiful indeed.” 

Diavolo chuckled. “Now, we need to make our Christmas wish. You first. Close your eyes.” 

Lucifer rolled his eyes fondly, crossing his arms over his chest. Who was him to deny Diavolo’s wishes? And he was in an exceptionally good mood, so his wish would probably come true in the end. 

He closed his eyes. “I wish… for the Demon Prince’s happiness and also my brothers’.” He opened his eyes again and looked at Diavolo with a side smirk. “Is that enough?” 

Diavolo nodded, grinning. “Now's my turn.” His eyes fluttered closed and he raised his head, as if wanting to speak to the star at the tip of the tree. “My Christmas wish is that… I can do a good job as the next Demon King…”

There was a long pause that had Lucifer frowning. The smile on Diavolo's lips had turned a little sad and Lucifer slowly reached out to touch his shoulder, but before he could, Diavolo started to speak again, startling him a little. 

“I also wish for Lucifer to learn how to have fun so he stops frowning all the time when he's with me.” Diavolo opened his eyes and the sad smile was replaced by a mischievous smirk that made Lucifer chuckle in disbelief. “Did you like my wish?” 

The little tease. Lucifer arched his eyebrow and looked at Diavolo from head to toe before nodding and smirking back at him. He took a step forward And for some reason, Diavolo took a step back, his eyes shining.

“Is that what you want? You want me to have more fun?” He asked, taking another step forward and Diavolo took another step back, nodding his head with a nervous giggle. “I see, I see. In that case, I'm gonna need the Demon Prince's help.” 

Diavolo giggled again and he turned around to run away, but Lucifer was faster. He wrapped his arms around Diavolo's waist and dragged him to the flow of the great hall, straddling his hips as his hands quickly nestled under his arms, fingers wiggling at dizzyingly speed. 

The Crown Prince widened his eyes before throwing his head in a fit of nearly hysterical laughter. His arms clamped to his sides and he uselessly pawed at Lucifer's arms, but he really could only laugh and laugh as Lucifer tickled him to pieces. 

“Oh, yeah. I feel like I'm having much more fun,” Lucifer said with a smirk, his cheeks blushing as he stared at Diavolo's laughing face. “Is this what you wanted, hmm?” 

Diavolo shakes his head. He squirms and jerks as his loud, boisterous laughter echoes in the hall. 

“Not thehehere! NOHOT THEHERE! I'm sohohorry! I'm sohohorry!” 

Lucifer chuckled, his fingers digging right in the middle of Diavolo's armpits, making him jolt. “Don't be sorry. After all, I think your wish is coming true, don't you think? Did you want me to tickle you until you could breathe? I will do just that, don't worry.”

Diavolo shrieked, shaking his head at Lucifer's promise, but didn't once ask him to stop and Lucifer chuckled, looking down at his lover with a loving smile.The Demon Prince was cackling in ticklish agony, tears of laughter falling down his flushed cheeks as he repeated ‘not there, not there’ and ‘I’m too ticklish’ over and over, acting as if he wanted it to stop, but Lucifer knew better. 

After a while, however, when Diavolo's laughter was becoming more breathy and desperate, Lucifer decided to come to a stop. He slowed down his fingers until they went still under Diavolo's arms and he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath as residual giggles still made him shake. 

Lucifer smiled fondly, his eyes scanning Diavolo's expression carefully, enjoying the sight of his huge smile and flushed cheeks. He couldn't resist but to steal a kiss to his smiling mouth, Diavolo immediately wrapping his arms around Lucifer's neck. 

“I love you,” Diavolo mumbled, his nose nuzzling Lucifer's. 

“Hmm~ I love you too.” 

If he could add anything to his Christmas wish, then he would wish to be able to enjoy more moments like this with Diavolo for all eternity, until the end of time.