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ticklygiggles · 2 months

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The Avatar of Lust | Asmo x Reader [N$FW]

Commissioned by @intheticklecloset

A/N: kekekeke this header makes me laugh, our cute sheep is not so innocent on this fic hehehehe anyways, big thanks to the kind and supportive Nym! I hope you enjoy this. It came out longer than I expected, but I hope it's good! I'm sorry for the wait~

Summary: No little dirty secret can't escape the Avatar of Lust.

Sex with Asmo was the best. After all, he was the Avatar of Lust and he really knew what he was doing. Making love with Asmo was never boring. He always surprised you with new positions and games that sent you into a subspace of pleasure that you never wanted to leave. Asmo managed to make the most obscene and embarrassing sounds escape from your mouth and he swallowed them with hot and desperate kisses. It seemed like he had a thousand hands, one touching your intimacy, another your nipples, and another holding your jaw to keep you in place while he ate your lips in a kiss.

He was so good to you, always making sure that you were feeling the best and very loved. He simply did everything right… especially tickling you.

You giggled when he softly brushed his fingertips against the heated skin of your hips as his mouth made you see stars. A pretty moan made its way out and your hips moved forward, seeking more of his tongue and those tickles that made you cover with goosebumps.

His fingers moved higher, walking up your back and over that soft spot beneath your ribs. You giggled more, your body begging to get away from the sensation, but you desperately wanted more of it. More of that pleasure that you just couldn't share with Asmo for fear that he would think it was ridiculous, childish. Your orgasm was close, and the more Asmo tickled you and his tongue worked magic between your legs, the more stars and sparks clouded your vision. You were going to come.

“A-Asmo, I-

He chuckled, leaving your heated flesh to look at you with a cheeky smile. “You really love it when I tickle you, huh?”

That delicious orgasm that was already beginning to make your lower belly tremble suddenly stopped. Your entire body froze and your eyes widened. That terrible hot feeling of humiliation ran through your entire body. The flush spread from your face to your chest. You were a fool. An idiot. You should have been more discreet about this, but how could you? How could you act like you weren't having a great time with his hands doing your skin sparkle with the playful touch of his hands. It was what you had always wanted, and Asmo gave it to you almost daily, without reservation and with joy, and you thought, in your little pleasure-clouded mind, that he would never notice. You really were a fool.

“Hey,” Asmo said, cleaning his mouth before placing his hands against your heated cheeks. “Baby. What is wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

He lifted your face, but you so desperately avoided his eyes, not knowing what else to do.

“What is wrong? Wait, is it because I said you like being- ah, please don't cry!”

You didn't want to, but your eyes filled with tears and soon they were streaming down your red cheeks. Asmo desperately tried to wipe them up, but they came out like faucets, non-stop. You really felt ashamed, humiliated. As if you had been caught doing the most horrible crime in this world.

“My cutie, please!” Asmo whined, little tears in his eyes too. “Why are you like this? Did I say something wrong? I am so sorry! Please forgive me!” You shook your head and he gasped. “You don't forgive me?!”

That made you giggle and you shook your head again, sobbing as you hid your face against his chest. “I'm sorry, Asmo. I am so ashamed, I didn't want you to notice I got off by you tickling me, but I felt so good.”

Asmo hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong!”

You sniffed, “You'll think I'm childish.”

He laughed, “what are you saying? My love, how could I think that? I'm pretty sure you've never made a comment about all my kinks, hmm? Why would I think yours is childish?” He gently cradled your face between his hands, his thumbs lovingly brushing against your cheekbones. “I love everything about you, my lovely. Besides, isn't tickling so cute? I love listening to your laughter,” he said, kissing your nose. “Please, don't feel shy towards me, cutie. I'm here to please you, you know?”

His words tried to stop you from crying, but when you heard him you couldn't help but cry even more, hugging him tightly. He whined playfully, but hugged you back just as hard.

You were not sure how long you both lasted like this. You both were completely naked and still a little sticky with sweat and other fluids, but it didn't matter, not when he had been so kind and had accepted you so tenderly like this.

“Hey…,” he said against your ear when you had finally stopped crying. You shivered, recognizing that sultry tone of his voice. “Now that my precious creature has revealed those deep secrets, I feel a reward should be given.”

You looked up and a moan got stuck in your throat when you saw his lustful eyes on you. He looked like a predator looking at his prey, famished, mouth watering and you shuddered, feeling heat gathering in your lower tummy.

“Would you like that, baby?” Asmo grinned at you, he was his usual self, but his grin was… dangerous, you could see his fangs twinkling behind his lips and you gulped, slowly nodding your head, smiling at him.

“I'd love that.”

He giggled, “very well. Lay down, would you? We're gonna play a lot tonight.” You did as you were told, laying down comfortably on your back on his big bed. “Would you be a love and spread your legs and arms for me? Very well.”

Your heart was hammering against your chest. Was he going to… tickle you? You felt your heart dropping in an amazing way when you saw him pulling out some red robe from one of his drawers.

“Are you okay with being tied up, love?” You nodded. “We've done this before, but I want to know your limits.”

“I… want to know my limits too,” you said and Asmo’s grin widened.

“Don't say such things, love. You're gonna make me cum.” Only then, you saw he was half erect already and your ears heated up.

He giggled as he approached the bed. He gently grabbed one of your arms and pulled at it nicely before wrapping the silky robe around your wrist and then to the bedpost of his bed. He did so with your other three limbs and admired his handiwork from the end of the bed. You pulled at your arms and legs and gasped softly, feeling adrenaline, fear and excitement rushing through you when you could barely move your limbs.

“Don't hyperventilate,” he said and you notice your breath going a bit erratic. “As always, we won't do anything you don't want to do. You remember that right?” You nodded. “Great. Do you also remember your safeword?”

You nodded again. “Cupcake,” you said softly.

“Louder. Otherwise I won't hear you and won't know when to stop.”

“Cupcake.”

“That's a good baby,” he said, grinning at you for a moment before sighing loudly. “I wish you could look at you, baby,” he said, brushing his fingernails against the top of your foot and up your leg. “You always look so pretty when tied up. Your body is so seductive… I wonder where I should start.. “

You gasped, jerking when you felt his nails against your inner thigh. “A-Asmo!”

“Mhm, I am right here. You sure look eager for me to start. Poor cutie, for how long have you been dreaming of this, hmm? Did you fantasize about me tickling you until you went crazy? I'm sure you did.”

You moaned, whimpering when his nails caressed your hip and waist and side. You arched your back and giggled softly when he touched your armpit and the inside of your elbow. Your skin craved more of that maddening sensation, but you whined when he made his way back again. Just brushing your body so lightly with his nails.

“A-Asmo, plehease.”

“Please what, cutie?” You looked at him with pleading eyes, and he raised a taunting eyebrow as he tickled your knee, making you giggle. “I can't know what you want if you don't speak up.”

“You- ah! Y-You know what I wahant. Please, please, please.”

“Use your words,” Asmo said, his voice serious but the smirk on his lips was wide.

Tears were sparkling against your lashes as you looked at him, your eyes pleading. “Tickle me, please?”

He giggled, “of course, honeybunch.”

The touch of his nails on one of the soles of your feet felt electrifying. You gasped heavily before squealing and laughing wildly. His fingers skittered across your skin, up and down your foot. Asmo scratched at your arch, the ball of your foot and that horrible sensitive spot underneath your toes. Laughter was shooting out of your mouth, too fast and too loud.

“Hehe, I knew you were ticklish, but look at you go, baby,” he said over your laughter, his fingers focusing on the top of your foot, making you squeal. “And you're leaking so much already, are you enjoying yourself?”

You nodded, that was the only thing you could do besides laughing. The sensation was already overwhelming and he was only tickling one foot; chills ran through your body and, mingling with your laughter, small moans of pleasure escaped your lips. It felt incredibly good. All those sparks traveled directly between your legs and your hips moved up and down, searching for some kind of friction to ease your arousal.

Asmo giggled, “Feet are really sensitive,” he said softly. “They're a common erogenous zone, did you know? Especially the toes.” His fingers wiggled against the sensitive stems of your toes and they spread, making him laugh. “Oh, look at them, they really love their tickles huh? Then… thank you for the food.”

“Haah! Ahahahasmo!” You shrieked, feeling the warmth and dampness of his mouth in your toes. His tongue wiggled in the spaces in between, tickling you into nearly hysterics. “Thahahat tihihickles too bahahad! Plehehease, nnghh!”

Asmo hummed and you squealed when his teeth scraped against the pads of your toes. Your foot wiggled softly, but that only invited him to scratch your sole again, making you see stars.

“Asmo!” You gasped. You could feel yourself throbbing. “Ahahahsmohoho, wahahait plehehease, I thihihink- ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

What a wonderful release. Never in your life did you think you could ever come from tickling alone, but there you were, shaking and moaning with the force of your orgasm. You felt like your body was made of sparks, your mind was blank as you enjoyed that fabulous feeling.

“Oho? Did that feel really good, baby?” His tender voice came from the clouds around your head and you nodded softly. The tickling had stopped. “I'm sure you know one gets more sensitive after cumming right?”

Your breath hitched as you looked at him, surprised to see that he was at your other foot, a beautiful, stiff, white feather twirling between his fingers as he smiled wickedly at you.

Your mouth trembled into a wobbly smile. “A-Ahasmoho, wahait, please.”

“No waiting for you, beautiful,” he said, winking at you as the tip of the feather lightly traced down your foot.

The sensation was barely there, but your body was sensitive and you couldn't help but laugh out loud at that small, delicate touch. The feather tip zigzagged from under your toes to your heel and the squeals you let out every time it grazed a very sensitive spot made Asmo laugh.

It swirled against the arch of your foot, making you jump and giggle like crazy, “it tihihihickles!”

“Don't tell me!” he said playfully as he grazed the feather between your toes. Your laughter increased and your toes spread for him. “Do you like the feather, baby? Look at your little toes, they behave so well, right?”

“Ihihi lihihike ihihit,” you laughed, your leg jerking every time the feather would jump from between your toes.

“Me too, I want to use it somewhere else,” he declared and he finally moved from your feet, gracing the feather up your leg. Zigzagging against your shin and swirling around your knee. You giggled brightly, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as he lightly tickled your thigh.

Now closer, you could see that Asmo was fully erect. His cock bounced with every step he took. The tip was red and he was leaking a ridiculous amount of precum.

Catching you staring at him, he chuckled and you jumped when he leaned closer to your face. “Are you seeing how you have me, beautiful creature? I am like this because of you and your beautiful laughter.”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest. You felt warmth on your cheeks and ears and smiled shyly, lifting your chin a little so you could kiss him, but Asmo pulled away with a chuckle.

“Don't try to distract me, naughty you. I'm on a mission right now,” he said and he suddenly jumped on the bed between your legs. You gasped, feeling shame as you tried to close your legs, but oh you were tied so very nicely. “Hehe, nuh-uh, you cannot hide, beautiful. Let's see now…”

“AHAHAHA! N-Nohohot the feahahahatheheher!”

“This spot is also super sensitive right? Riiight here in your groin.” The feather swept against the sensitive skin and it tickled like hell. Your hips bucked and you clenched, making Asmo whistle.

“Look at you,” he said tenderly. “My cutie is feeling so good, huh?”

“AHAHAHSMOHOHO!” You shrieked with laughter when you felt one of his hands wiggling its fingers on your other groin. You shook and your hips circled as pretty moans filled the room again.

“Yes, my lovely?” He said teasingly, leaving the feather aside so he could graze his fingernails lightly across the sensitive skin of your thighs. He scribbled the inner part and squeezed the top of them gently, making you jump and squeal embarrassingly loud. “Where does it tickle more, beautiful? Here?” He asked, drawing hearts all over your upper thighs. “Or here?” A shriek made its way out as he found your groin again. “Ah, so it's here right?”

“PLEHEHEASE!”

“You really like it when I lightly tickle you here, huh? Look how wet you are. Didn't you just cum?” He chuckled. “Could it be that you want to cum again?”

“Nnghh- ahahahsmohoho. B-Bahahaby plehease, I- WAIT! NGHH!”

Your eyes crossed as you felt Asmo's tongue pressing against your hot, throbbing skin. He took you into his mouth with ease while his hands continued to tickle your crotch. The touch of his tongue felt ticklish against your oversensitive skin, so you couldn't help but laugh harder as your hips bucked up and down against his mouth.

“Ahahahasmo plehehease! P-Plehehehase dohohon't! I'm gohohonna cuhuhum agahahain, I'm gohohonna- aaangh!”

There you were, cumming hard in his mouth. You thought you were going to faint, because your vision became cloudy and you saw stars, the shiver of pleasure running through your body almost felt like too much. Your body trembled non-stop with the aftershocks of your orgasm while Asmo continued licking and sucking your intimacy, wanting to squeeze every last drop of your pleasure.

“Haaah,” He sighed in delight as he lifted his face from between your legs, one of his hands wiping his mouth and chin. His eyes were darkened with lust and you moaned at seeing him. “That was nice, huh? Let's move on, then.”

“AAAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT! Wahahahait, plehehehease!”

Without even letting you rest for a second, his agile and gentle hands found your hips and you exploded in cackles as he pinched your poor hip bones. Your hips rolled and bucked, trying to remove his hands, but he didn't even flinch, following your every move with ease.

“Asmo! AHAHASMO, plehehease! PLEHEHEASE!”

You barely heard Asmo's chuckle, but at no time did he stop his attack on your hips. At some point, you lost track of time; you felt like he had been tickling you there for hours, days even. And it kept feeling so ticklish and your laughter only seemed to increase in volume and hysteria.

“You surely are laughing a lot,” Asmo said, his hands being replaced by the soft feather tracing your hips, making you giggle hysterically. “And enjoying yourself so much, I can tell. You haven't even safeworded! These hips sure are sensitive, poor them~”

Tears of laughter were streaming down your face. You felt a little shy, feeling some drool dripping from the side of your mouth, but you really couldn't control your actions when you were laughing as hard as that. It felt nice to not completely care as you enjoyed something you thought you would never enjoy. Asmo really was so good to you.

“Are you still up for some more fun, baby?” You nodded, giggling as he circled your belly button with the feather. Asmo chuckled. “You truly wanted this, huh? I can't believe you didn't tell me before. I could've tickled you a million times already!”

“I'm sohohorry.”

Asmo pouted, “I think this silly baby needs to be punished,” he said with a grin as his fingers started to wiggle against your tummy, clawing at the soft sides and you threw your head back with laughter.

No matter where his fingers found your skin, it felt too ticklish and you thought maybe Asmo was using some spell to make you more sensitive to his touch? You didn't remember being so ticklish when you had tickle fights with him or his brothers- he was probably using a little of his magic. Well, it wasn't like you were going to stop him anyway.

Your lower belly, your navel, the sides of your tummy, the center; his hands were everywhere and he had you howling with laughter in mere seconds, your limbs pulling at their restraints, but it was all useless. Your laughter was becoming a little hoarse as he continued his exploration – his thumbs digging into your waist making you jump and scream with laughter. His fingers vibrating against your ribs and the spaces between them made your voice go silent for a few seconds, but Asmo only laughed softly and continued.He counted each of your ribs over and over again, from top to bottom and bottom to top.

“Please stop moving, cutie. I keep losing count of your cute ribs.”

“Baby, I gotta make sure you didn't break one when you were play fighting with Mammon, that brute can be a lot sometimes.”

“Huh, you get more hysterical the higher the ribs are, could it be that one is hurt? Don't worry, I'll check thoroughly!”

It was driving you crazy. The sensations short-circuiting your brain barely allowed you to think about anything other than how ticklish you felt at that moment. Asmo's voice teasing you and telling you how beautiful you looked made no sense over your loud cackling, but the best was yet to come.

Asmo laughed as he stopped to let you rest for a second. "You really... no matter what I do, you don't even ask me to stop, huh? How can you be so adorable?" You jumped with a laugh as his nails traced that rib that almost made you faint. “But baby,” he said, pouting. “I’m all horny now because of you.”

Raising your head, you felt bad at seeing the poor and sorry state of his cock. The red color actually contrasted very well with Asmo's skin, but that... he looked like he was about to burst! You blinked, looking at his poor dick and then at his teary eyes.

You smirked at him. “Well… who said you couldn't use that?”

You bucked your hips and his cheeks flushed red and a wide smile spread across his lips. Two heavy moans filled the room as he finally thrusted inside of you, filling you to the brim. Asmo had to stop a couple of times to avoid coming so soon, and the fact that he didn't move was torture for you. You whined, desperately moving your hips, but he held them down, stopping you.

“C-Calm down, dove,” he breathed through gritted teeth. “I don't want to cum yet.”

“I do want to cum,” you whined again and he laughed softly, lifting his face to look at you. You were breathless for a moment.

Asmo's face was truly a work of art. His eyes were always bright and flirtatious, sparkling with mischief, but right at that moment, they were darkened with lust. That playful spark was clouded by desire and pleasure. A heavy blush spread across his face and his mouth was slightly open, his tongue poking out a little, licking his lips.

Asmo moaned, (he was never afraid to voice his pleasure), and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Why are you clenching me so suddenly, hmm? Did you like my face so much?”

“T-Tickle me more, please,” you begged, arching your back. “Tickle me a bit- a bit more, yes?”

“Of course I will tickle you more, beautiful,” he promised, his hips finally touching your skin as he put his whole length inside you. “You just need to be good and have a bit of patience,” you whined, squirming and huffing as he stimulated you from inside.

Asmo held your hips firmly and you were startled when your legs were suddenly free from the rope. You quickly wrapped them around him and brought him impossibly closer to you.

“Very nice, baby. Not too tight, though, otherwise I won't be able to move.” Your legs loosened a bit. “If you push me away, I will stop completely, do you hear me?”

You frowned, not understanding what he was saying, but soon found out when you felt his moist lips placing a wet kiss against your underarm. You gasped heavily, jerking away from his touch, only to find one of his hands already latched to your other armpit, fingers quickly scribbling against the taut skin.

Laughter quickly escaped you and you started to squirm, but no matter what side you jerked to, Asmo was there, tickling you. He started nibbling and blowing raspberries against one of your armpits as the other was under an evil attack of fingertips digging, wiggling and vibrating, waking up all of the nerve endings there.

“AHAHAHASMO,” you shrieked, shaking your head. “Nohohoho nihihihibbling!” You pleaded, snorting as he did the opposite and nibbled you more and faster.

“I do what I want, baby. Now…”

“NGH!”

Oh how wonderful his length felt inside you. He moved his hips away, his cock rubbing all the sensitive spots inside you, and then he let himself go back, pounding hard against you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back into your head. His hands and mouth didn't stop making you laugh and his hips went back and forth with a rhythm that was leaving you breathless. You jumped with a shriek of laughter as his free hand found that terribly ticklish spot right behind your ribs. Your back arched involuntarily and that only resulted in more tickling in both of your armpits.

You were going crazy. Too many sensations at the same time, you felt like you were going to explode. You couldn't stop laughing even for a second, and your moans became louder and more frequent. His mouth, his hands, his cock were all on you; you were short of breath, your body was tired and your stomach hurt from laughing so much, but you didn't want Asmo to ever stop. You wanted to continue feeling everything, your mind filled with your laughter and moans.

“I'M CUHUHUMMING!” You said, sobbing as uncontrollable laughter made you shake. “PLEHEHEASE, AHAHASMO!”

He grunted, pounding inside you over and over and over until you finally cummed. Your vision became blurry and you sobbed as you felt overwhelmed with the force of your orgasm. It almost hurt as you felt the tickles of pleasure run through your body. You felt outside yourself, in a subspace of pleasure that you couldn't escape, and the only thing that could bring you back were those terrible, maddening tickles in your armpits and ribs.

The sound that came out of your mouth no longer sounded like laughter to you, like when you repeat a word too many times and it loses its meaning, your laughter or the sound that came from your mouth no longer made sense. The only constant thing was those tickles and the pleasure of continuing to feel Asmo pounding inside as he finally came.

His hands finally stopped as he shook with the force of his orgasm. Your body went limp under him as he thrusted inside you a couple of times more, riding his climax as much as he could. At that moment you were nothing more than his toy and that thought made you clench against his sensitive cock, causing him to moan harder against your ear.

Your breathing and his were erratic and neither of you said anything for a long moment until his fingers grazed your sides and you whimpered, shivering and squirming.

“Baby,” he sighed in your ear, you hummed weakly in response. “What is your safeword?”

Your eyes felt heavy, you barely could remember your name, but your safeword was there, in the back of your mind, tucked away in a locked drawer. You hummed, moving your head to the side so you could speak in his ear as well.

“Cupcake,” you answered, your voice hoarse.

Asmo nodded, “very well,” he said, lifting his face to look at you. “Make sure not to forget it, baby, I want to cum again.”

You smiled, more of that awful sound suddenly escaping your lips again. You didn't want this to ever end. If your circle of hell was going to be like this, you figured it wouldn't be so bad, as long as Asmo was there with you too.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #asmo #Asmodeus #asmo obey me #asmo x reader #ticklish!Reader #n$fw #spicy #tickle fic #mia's things #commissions

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kanene-yaaay · 2 months

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Tickle trope that I think that should be mentioned more: Lees who have a stronger accent when being tickled, who will try to form a coherent sentence only to give up and giggle and plea in other language, who start to mix more and more of their words with English the more it tickles and the more they laugh. The delight in their face when the ler say a tease in their native language and keep whispering it to them over and over again, knowing their reaction will be much stronger and that it will get them out of guard everytime. Or even better! Asking the lee to say what are the best teases and t-words in their language and please can you explain it again? I didn't catch it quite right in the first time and then train the pronunciation over and over together until the ler can say it perfectly, ya know?

#like literally u can use the 'huh? care to repeat that? I have no idea what you’re talking about'#like come onnnnn there is so much potential!!!#gonna be honest. tickle. tickling. ticklish? pfff that is easy peasy for me I can say it without batting my eye.#now 'cócegas'? (tickling in portuguese) you can watch me interanlly scream for 4 hrs and then take another 3 #in order to prepare myself for the battle. and there's so much variations to it too! cócegas. cosquinhas. coceguinhas. like aaaaaaa #anyway that is what we have for today good morning everyone #Tickles #Tickling

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cloudysfluffs · 7 months

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tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

#my art #tickle art #um. i dont know what to say about this #this is EASILY the most self indulgent thing ive ever posted. so much so that i worked THIS HARD and still considered not posting it #might delete later :pensive:#but you guys SAID YOU WANTED SA//M AND MA//X ART!!!!!!!!! bet you didnt think itd be about this guy huh #im gonna be real with you all papier///waite is just my favorite character Of All Time. easily #why? dont ask questions. just look at him #SPOILERS for tdp obviously #but the first time me n rocket played 304 together #and we saw the reveal of. THESE GUYS.#we both paused the game and went 'HMMMMMMMMMM' out loud #because we both thought the SAME THING.#honestly summoning a tentacle god is lee behavior. whats he gonna use those for? wrecking you?#the answer is yes #imagine being ticklish and also being a lee and accidently fusing with your Favorite God #and he can READ YOUR MND. and picks up on being a ler SO fast.#THATS BEEN THIS GUY'S LIFE FOR 100 YEARS #sam and max the devils playhouse spoilers #sam and max tickle #anyway. *closes eyes for the last time*

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kiri-mikua · 11 months

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Can I make a request where young Joseph Joestar is tickled?

awww yeah 😭💕 caejoseph since i love them together 😳

hope you enjoy (๑´•.̫ • `๑)!

#tickling art #tickle art #tickling #tickles #my art #lee!joseph #ler!caesar #JJBA tickles #joseph being a lil shit and caesar getting annoyed at him so he tks him 🤭🤭#i hc that caesar is not that ticklish (secret tk spot? 😳😳) so this is the best way to get joseph since he cant really fight back 😳#but we all know joseph loves the attention (｡・//ε//・｡)#caesar is super flustered uwu he feeling things and doesnt know why #he just loves joseph's laugh so muchhhhh #art requests

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naffeclipse · 4 months

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What if photographer Y/N is ticklish?

Like- one day Eclipse is trying to pull them close but unintentionally pokes their side a lil too hard, making them snort? How would he use this information? >.>

For Evil

#y/n is ticklish we saw this in chapter 3 #eclipse was very evil about it #apex polarity

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rand0m-s1nner · 1 year

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some lee mammon for the soul <3 coloring is not my strong suit so this is pretty messy but i just wanna wreck him

live laugh mammon

#tickle community #art #tickles #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tk #tk art #obey me #obey me tickling #lee!mammon #ticklish!mammon #obey me shall we date tickle #obey me shall we date tickling #om mammon

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ticklish-wallflower · 3 months

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to celebrate my return to tumblr, I figured I'd upload an audio from my first session with @flowertickles that I never got around to posting 🫠

#this is embarrassing but.....we will suffer for the art i guess #i dont know what to say other than i hope u all enjoy this 🫠#my content #audio #tks #tickle blog #tickles #tickle content #tickling #i dont know how to tag things oops #flowertickles #ticklishwallflower #SoundCloud #tickling audio #ticklish #tickle community

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nhasablogg · 5 months

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Better than Shakespeare

Fandom: If We Were Villains

Characters: Oliver, James

Summary: James crawls into Oliver's bed when he can't sleep.

A/N: My first IWWV fic! I love this book. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send prompts!

Words: 664

James would get into Oliver’s bed sometimes. As a whirlwind of snowflakes outside the window would leave the lake glistening in the early morning light, Oliver could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps over the wooden floor, the boards creaking just before James shifted his weight from them to the mattress. Oliver would sometimes play around with the idea of not scooting over, leaving James to make the decision for them both. But he always scooted over, even when he kept his eyes closed, not certain if he was pretending to be sleeping or not, or if James wanted him to or not.

“You awake?”

Oliver hummed, eyes remaining shut although he could feel James moving next to him. “Sorta.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Is that why you do this?”

Oliver didn’t specify, but James understood. Maybe, had it been daylight, he would see the rare blush dust over his friend’s cheeks, but whatever James thought of his question his only answer consisted of pressing his forehead to Oliver’s shoulder without a word but the sound of him groaning, the sound almost nonexistent.

“I’m so tired,” he said a moment later, when neither of them had spoken. “But I can’t get myself to relax.”

“Want me to tickle your back?”

“Yes. Please.”

Oliver finally opened his eyes, not that it mattered much, and they both shifted around so that he could reach James’ back easily, fingertips ghosting over his spine. They didn’t do this often - maybe James was too embarrassed to ask for it too frequently, and Oliver too afraid of how much he wanted him to ask - but they’d done it enough times that Oliver knew exactly what to do. What spots made him shiver. What spot was too ticklish. What spot would have him fall asleep within minutes and what spot would force him to remain awake due to how good it felt. Oliver felt selfish that night. Oliver didn’t want him to fall asleep.

“Higher.”

“Oh, he has demands.” But he did as he was told, grinning when James laughed sheepishly. He trailed over the nape of his neck, swiping over the spot he knew to be extra sensitive just to feel him squirm and pretend as if nothing had happened. If he would do it enough times James would ask him to switch spots without explaining why, as if Oliver had no clue. It was endearing.

“Have you thought about the auditions?”

“Please. No talk of school. Not right now.” Oliver didn’t miss the anxiety in James’ voice and so he slipped his hand into his hair to try to scratch it away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just stressed.”

“You have no reason to be,” Oliver didn’t tell him, knowing it wouldn’t have helped. Instead he kept petting him, going from place to place in an order that made sense to only him, leaving James melting under his touch. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see him now, sprawled out beside him on his stomach with his head turned in his direction, eyes blinking as if fighting off sleep. Meeting Oliver’s, looking away.

“Hey.” A tap to his cheek. “Are you more relaxed now?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

James sighed, eyes slipping shut. “You’re the best damn thing about this school, Oliver.”

He felt as if he would choke on his next breath. “Even better than Shakespeare?”

“Much better than Shakespeare.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Mm, you should be.” James wasn’t opening his eyes again, his voice low, breathing slowing down. Oliver wondered how he would react if he quickly scribbled over the spot on his back ribs that always made him jump now that he had his guard down, but ultimately decided not to be an asshole when James trusted him so.

He did it the next morning instead, when James wasn’t letting him get out of bed to use the restroom, earning an indignant groan and a giggle he would think about for the rest of the day.

#tickling #ticklish!james #if we were villains #iwwv #oliver x james #tickle fic #n writes #better than shakespeare

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myreygn · 4 months

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YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth. “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack.

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather.

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fic #upper moons #douma #akaza #ler!douma #lee!akaza #ticklish!akaza #this is my first time writing lee akaza can yall believe it #it lowkey terrifies me that demon slayer is all i ever talk about and i have like. five fics on it.#we oughta change that

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ticklygiggles · 9 months

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Scent | Lucifer x Diavolo x Fem!Reader [N$FW]

A/N: Commission for my dearest baby sweetie boo @otomiya-tickles Thank you so much for you kind support my dear, you're always so nice and precious to me I love you endlessly. I hope you enjoy these horny demons asjdnsjansf

Summary: Lucifer comes back to the House of Lamentation to find that he can't access his own office?! There's only one person that would dare to do such thing besides their annoying brothers!

Words: 5.5k (under the cut)

He could sense magic as soon as he entered the House of Lamentation and he tensed momentarily by the door, sharpening his senses and feeling a slight rush of adrenaline coursing through his body, but after a heartbeat he realized that it was a magic that he knew so very well and a warm feeling spread across his chest as he relaxed again... until his heart dropped to his feet- why on Earth was he feeling this magic flooding the House of Lamentation and why did it seem to come right from his bedroom? More specifically, his personal office?

Lucifer whined deep inside his heart. "Rats," he mumbled, fighting the urge to stomp his foot like a human child throwing a tantrum.

The magic only seemed to intensify the closer he was to his office and more profanities slipped from between his lips. This was no good. He knew very well that this was one more of Diavolo's silly games and he almost didn't want to open the door once he was standing in front of it. He didn't know what he was going to find once he turned the knob, and he was a little scared to find out too – he had a lot of work to do that evening and he wasn't sure he'd have the time to deal with one of Diavolo's diversions that would most likely make Lucifer fall behind in his work.

He grabbed the knob and gripped it tightly, causing it to creak and shake under the strength of his grip. Lucifer took a deep breath and counted… one, two, three…, but his hand remained glued to the knob, refusing to turn it around to open the door. One… two… three…, again, nothing.

"One… two… three! Huh?"

This time he had turned the knob or at least had tried to. The knob he was holding so tightly had barely jingled before it suddenly stopped mid-turn. Lucifer blinked, perplexed and profusely confused by the situation, but he tried again, but the door remained closed. Did Diavolo….

"... Locked me out of my office?!"

Unbelievable! What was he trying to do?! This was no behavior for a Crown Prince, was it?! Ah, but he'd see, this was not going to stay that way! Lucifer growled and in his mind he casted a small teleportation spell that, in seconds, had him appearing in front of the beautiful wooden door of Diavolo's personal chambers.

He gripped the knob and with a swift move the door opened wide for him. Lucifer took a step in, and baring his fangs, he said:

“Diavolo, can I know exactly why you decided to lock me out of- oh?"

He didn't notice it instantly, but as he took a step further into the room, a wonderful scent tickled his nose. His nostrils immediately fanned and he took a deep breath, taking it all of that sweet smell and feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine.

It hadn't been that long since he smelled that scent, but it was a gift to be greeted by it when he was not expecting it. Was this the reason why Diavolo purposely made him go to his room? Oh, Lucifer might be able to forgive him if that was the case.

"What are you guys doing?" He said, suddenly aware that there was, perhaps, a bit too much noise in the room. Was that… laughter?

"Ah, Luci!" Diavolo said, looking up at Lucifer. "I knew you'd be here soon!"

"Luhuhucifeheher! Sahahahave mehehe! Mahahake hihihim stahahahap! I wihihill dihihie!"

Lucifer frowned as he closed the door and slowly made his way to where Diavolo and the source of the laughter were.

There, behind the beautiful white canopy covering Diavolo's massive bed, Lucifer found the Crown Prince sitting at the edge of the bed, grinning mischievously with a playful glint in his eyes as you squirmed and jerked about while Diavolo tickled you mercilessly.

He was barely surprised to see you there. He would often find you huddled in Diavolo's room when Lucifer was, perhaps, a bit too busy to humor you with his company. Your visits to Diavolo, however, would often end with you and the Prince being scolded not only by Lucifer, but also by Barbatos who claimed that 'you were a great distraction to the Master. Thanks to you, he will avoid his work and that will be a problem for everyone'. He would then try to drag you out from Diavolo’s room, but you wouldn’t leave and, above all, Diavolo wouldn't let you go.

In other words, Lucifer was simply unfazed to see you there, instead, he was puzzled, for that delicious aroma was still so very present, filling every corner of the room and, if he was not mistaken, it was even intensifying as seconds went by.

Diavolo's hands buried under your arms had your head thrown back with hysterical howls of laughter, a very cute yet rare sound, Lucifer had to admit. Also, were you ticklish? He remembered Diavolo and himself had playfully and briefly tickled you in the past, just a squeeze or a poke, but it seemed that you were really ticklish, if the cute snorts meant anything at all.

He had already completely forgotten the reason why he had personally gone to Diavolo's room, his mind busy in other things as he moved even closer to Diavolo and his little victim, he then asked cautiously:

"Were you guys having… fun while I was away?"

Diavolo must have noticed the implied reference of 'fun' and, still tickling you to pieces, he looked up at Lucifer and frowned, tilting his head to the side in the most adorable way possible, making Lucifer's heart swell in his chest.

Diavolo hummed, "we weren't," he said solemnly. "We've been doing this… for quite a while now, I'd say," he admitted without a trace of shame as he looked down at your laughing face with a tender smile and sparkly eyes. "Why do you ask- oh, did you know that our cute human was ticklish?”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “I did not,” he said, grinning at seeing your pink face before returning his attention back to Diavolo. “I was asking because there's a scent in the room that made me think so."

Diavolo frowned again, "what kind of scent- oh."

Probably caught up by the discovery of your ticklishness, Diavolo seemed unaware of the exquisite aroma spreading throughout his room, but now that he did notice, his hands immediately went to a stop and he took a deep, deep breath, his cheeks turning a little pink as he looked down at you one more time, excited wonder in his darkened eyes.

"We haven't… done anything," he said, seeing you catch your breath between a severe case of the giggles.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile tenderly at your adorableness, but shudders running down his spine were making his skin bloom with goosebumps and he so desperately wanted to take you right on the spot, but instead of giving in to his low instincts, he waited patiently until he thought you'd be able to speak properly.

"Mind to explain, beautiful?" Was the first thing he said as soon as your giggling had died down a little.

You looked up at him through teary eyes, "I- I swehear I didn't do ahanything! Diavolo just staharted tickling mehe a-and-"

"Not that." Lucifer shook his head, uncrossing his arm to wave a hand, signaling to the whole room. "I mean this."

You blinked, looking around the room from your spot laying on the bed and Lucifer wanted to laugh. How could you be so clueless of your adorableness? Did you have any idea what you did to Diavolo and himself?

You highly probably didn't.

"Hmm, what?" You asked, a very confused expression in your face. "The… room? I didn't… make it…?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes fondly and Diavolo chuckled, confusing you even more.

"Of course you wouldn't notice," Lucifer mumbled, shaking his head. "I mean that your scent is all over the room. You are aroused."

Your eyes widened and the blush covering your cheeks deepened until it was a vibrant red color. Lucifer fought the urge to chomp at them as if they were the most juicy apples, rather, he let a dangerous smirk curl the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not!"

You were lying. Lucifer knew this smell by heart, he knew it as well as he knew the magic that now flooded his office. Humans would call it pheromones, a strong scent that stimulated all of his senses, arousing him beyond belief. There was no way he could be mistaken, especially not when Diavolo himself had also smelled it and recognized it right away.

It was impossible to not recognize your scent. It was intoxicating. It made Lucifer feel light-headed and his heart would beat like crazy within his chest. A wave of heat would rush through his body, making him shake and tremble as shivers ran down his spine. He often salivated like crazy too, mouth watering for you; fingertips itching to touch you.

Simply put, there was no way in all three realms that he could mistake that wonderful smell and yet there you were, lying to his face as if he didn't know better.

How adorably dumb of you.

“You always expel this scent when you are… excited,” Diavolo explained, making you look at him. “You can’t smell it, of course, but Lucifer and I can and we can't be mistaken, my love. You are, like they say, turned on."

Your eyes were wide and your face red and if Lucifer didn't know you, he'd think that you really were terrified, but he did know you and he clearly saw that glint of excitement twinkling in your eyes.

“Hmm?" Lucifer purred and he grinned devilishly when your eyes jumped back to him. "Could it be that you were having so much fun playing that little game with Diavolo? Do you like being tickled that much?” Your eyes went impossibly wider and Lucifer froze on the spot, his smile dropping. “Wait, do you actually-

“No, I don’t! I just… Dia- Diavolo was t-touching me so I- Ah! No! What are you doing- stop!” You yelled, jerking when Lucifer sneaked his hand into one of the legs of your loose shorts. He had propped one knee onto the bed, leaning and hovering you. “Lucifer, don’t! Ngh!”

“Keep acting like this,” he warned, cupping your sex and pressing on it with the heel of his palm, "and you’ll see what happens to nasty little liars like yourself.” His hand pulled your underwear apart so his gloved finger could slide into your heated cunt, you were dripping wet and a loud moan escaped you when he curled his finger inside you, touching your tender spots.

You grabbed his arm and tried to push him away. “Lucifer, please,” you sobbed, tears of shame and pleasure clinging to your lashes. “Don’t do this. D-Diavolo,” you cried, glancing at Diavolo with pleading eyes. “Tell him to s-stop, please!"

"Don't do this, you say?" Lucifer asked, hovering more on you. "When you're already soaking and leaking?" He chuckled when the blush on your cheeks impossibly deepened and you jerked your hips away from him, shaking your head.

"Did you really like me tickling you that much, my love?" Diavolo suddenly asked. The sweetest gentleness in his voice. Lucifer saw him cupping your face between his hands as you shook your head again. "If you liked it so much, you should've said so!"

"I s-swear I don't! It's just, ngh! Haaa, wait! Wait, Lucifer, I- ah! Ahahaha!"

Surprised, moany laughter filled the room as Lucifer thrusted a single finger into you, teasing the weakest spot inside you and Diavolo's fingers were brought to life and they were pressed into your waist, tickling you all over again. Your hands tried to fight Diavolo's, but also Lucifer's and a cute human like you could only do so much against their inhuman strength, so in the end, you could only grip onto their wrists, trying to push them away.

Lucifer smirked at you. And you said you weren't turned on by the tickling? Now that Lucifer was stimulating your insides and Diavolo was tickling you, that sweet scent intensified, making both demons feel dizzy and just as horny as yourself. You were basically sucking onto his finger and he easily thrusted one more digit into you, curling them nicely to pleasure you.

You tried to close your legs, making Lucifer growl as he settled between them, keeping them open so he could angle his hand to keep touching while your clothes still got in the way. He felt strangely aroused when you squeezed him between your legs and he chuckled, sliding one more finger into you.

"Ngh! Plehehease! O-Oh, plehehease!" You cried, both your hands now moving to push at Diavolo. "Dohohon- ah! D-Dohohon't do this! S-ngh-Stahahap!"

"Why do you want us to stop if you're enjoying yourself so much?" Diavolo asked, genuinely confused, his thumbs digging into that muscle right above your hips, causing Lucifer to shudder, feeling that same spot tingling on himself. "Is Lucifer hurting you?" He teased and Lucifer huffed.

"I assure you I am not," he said, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "I am doing my best to make her feel good, as always."

He kept hitting that sweet spot within you and he knew that the fabric of his glove was making you feel strangely good, but Lucifer wanted to give you more. He wanted to see your eyes roll back, he wanted to make you see stars, he just wanted more.

"AHAHAHA! W-Wahahait! NGH! Ah, w-wait! O-Oh, w-wahait!"

Poor you. It was as if Diavolo and Lucifer had read each other's minds for Diavolo had moved his hands to your tummy, causing your laughter to increase as well as your squirming. Lucifer, on the other hand, had pressed his thumb against your hardened clit, rubbing deep circles, making you throw your head back with a loud moan, your legs shaking slightly around him.

"I think our cute human will cum soon," Lucifer said, feeling the scent thicken around you all. "What shall we do, Diavolo?"

Diavolo chuckled, stealing a quick kiss to Lucifer's lips before sneaking his hands under your shirt to tickle your bare tummy.

"S-Stop! N-Nohohoho mohohore! No more! I- ah! I'm c-cumming! I'm- aaah!"

Looking at you cumming was something out of this world. Both Lucifer and Diavolo thought they had seen no creature as beautiful as you. The way your features twitched in pleasure, your body tensed and shook with the force of your orgasm, back arched beautifully. The way your hips tried to move away from their touches, and that wonderful unrestrained moan that escaped from your lips – all of you. They simply loved all of you.

And now, they have seen a new side of yours. A little secret that you were probably planning to keep to yourself for the rest of your days, but they had discovered it and Lucifer knew that neither him or Diavolo would forget about it. Especially not when your lips were trembling into a pleasured smile as you went through your high.

Lucifer felt you clenching wonderfully around his fingers and he made sure to walk you through your orgasm with gentle touches against your clit. Diavolo on the other hand, had turned his quick tickles into soft ones, fingertips dragging across your stomach, fluttering against your jumpy lower tummy.

"S-Stohop… A-Ah… N-Noho mohore," you babbled, trying to push their hands away from your hypersensitive body. "I c-cahan't, it… it tihickles…"

"And you love every second of it," Lucifer said, pulling his fingers out of you, making you cry and tremble.

"N-No." You shook your head. "Please, s-stohop," you said breathlessly, your skin still covered in goosebumps.

Lucifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure about that? Diavolo, what do you-"

All the words got stuck in his throat when he looked at Diavolo. Lucifer felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the lust darkening Diavolo's pretty golden eyes as he looked- no, stared at you. Lucifer heard the soft muffled sound of you holding back a whimper. He saw you trying to make yourself tinier under his intense gaze.

"I think,” Diavolo started and both Lucifer and you jumped a little, “that our dear here wants to play some more," he said and you shook your head nearly desperately, but who were you trying to fool?

Not them, obviously. Right?

Lucifer nodded and smirked, lifting his drenched gloved fingers for you to look at them. "Look what you did," he said. "Will you be a good girl and clean them up for me? Open your mouth," he commanded, not waiting for your answer, and your lips trembled before you opened your mouth wide for him.

Lucifer felt his hard-rock cock pulsating when he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag slightly before you started sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself with a lustful glint in your dazed eyes. Your weak, trembling hands wrapped around his wrist and Lucifer smirked, shifting his hips forwards so you could feel his hard cock against your sensitive pussy. You moaned, grinding against him as his one free hand sneaked under your shirt to lightly trace your stomach. You choked around his fingers, letting out muffled giggles.

You looked so devastatingly wrecked, it made Lucifer’s cheeks flush as he grew more and more excited, his teasing thrusts against your clothed arousal grew faster as he was starting to feel it a bit too much and grunts and moans kept escaping from between his lips. His head started to feel light, his breathing became erratic and with just one more grind against you, Lucifer finally came in his pants.

He pressed his fingers against your tongue as he circled his hips. The release was blissful and almost painful after holding in for so long. He hung his head back with a pleased sigh as his body trembled and tingled. He was not one to cum this easily, in fact, the Avatar of Pride felt a little embarrassed as he slowly started to regain his senses. His flushed cheeks felt hotter as he pulled his fingers out your mouth, grinning lightly when you coughed around a moan. He shyly looked over at Diavolo.

His eyes widened and he trembled when he found Diavolo looking at him, face also flushed and fangs bare.

"I'm going crazy," Diavolo growled. "Take her clothes off,” he commanded, making you squeal and squirm.

Lucifer gulped. Things were heating up.

Diavolo grabbed Lucifer’s wrists and guided his wet gloved hand towards his own mouth; Lucifer held his breath when the Crown Prince bit the tip of his middle finger and pulled the glove off with his teeth.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Lucifer?" He purred, an eyebrow raised as he licked Lucifer’s finger.

The Avatar of Pride couldn't help but smirk, his body vibrating. "No, Your Highness," he said, quickly hooking his fingers into the waistline of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down. "I'll do as you say," he mumbled and your shorts and underwear were off in an instant, exposing your drenched warmth.

You shrieked, quickly trying to cover yourself up. "N-No, wait! D-Don't look! I-”

"Arms up."

Your arms immediately raised above your head on their own, making you cry out as you tried to pull them back down. Lucifer saw with a watering mouth how they stayed up, not moving even a millimeter. Your eyes were wide, looking at Diavolo with little tears on them. Diavolo had used his magic to keep your arms pinned and a ting of excited fear settled in your eyes.

What were you feeling exactly, Lucifer wondered. What did those tears mean? The sobs making you shake slightly could make him think that you were hating every second of it, but when you looked at him, he could see flames of lust in your eyes and he had seen those beautiful pleading eyes many times before to perfectly know that you were enjoying yourself more than what you wanted to admit.

Also, that sweet scent kept overflowing the bedroom, he was worried Barbatos might feel attracted to it as well. If you were hating this, would the scent be so damn strong as it was?

"Pl-Please…"

Please what, Lucifer wanted to ask, but then, Diavolo's deep voice was filling his ears and he couldn't think straight anymore.

"You had your fun," Diavolo said, gently placing a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "Now it's my turn."

Lucifer nodded, obediently moving to the side from between your legs that quickly closed, trying to hide your pulsating and swollen pussy. He couldn't help but lean to capture Diavolo's lips in a fierce kiss. Tongues pushing into each other's mouth, swirling together in a dance that had Lucifer feeling light-headed. A pretty moan escaping him, causing both you and Diavolo to moan too.

The Avatar of Pride smirked against Diavolo's lips before pulling away, gently pushing the Crown Prince to that perfect spot where they could see their human from the best view.

"Di-Diavolo," you said, arching your back. "Pl-Please, I think- eek!"

Another adorable shriek left your lips when Diavolo rested his hands on your knees and suddenly opened them up widely, licking his lips hungrily.

"No, beautiful," Diavolo purred. "I don't want you to think, I actually want your mind to go blank so you can only focus on all the pleasure and tickling you're going to feel."

Lucifer shivered when you moaned, arching your back and thrusting your hips in the air.

"Now, excuse me," he said, his head lowering. “Thank you for the food.”

You gasped, "w-wait, n-no, ah! Aagh, Diavolo! Dia- angh!”

Lucifer saw with great pleasure how your eyes crossed when Diavolo's lips pressed against your heated and wet skin. His tongue licking the length of your slit, pushing into your folds until he found that little spot that had you seeing stars.

"D-Dia- aaaah- Diavolo! Ah, please! Please!"

Lucifer's hands were itching, but he just couldn’t tear his eyes apart from your beautiful face furrowed with pleasure. He couldn’t stop looking at your body, squirming and arching and pushing into Diavolo's mouth as he ate you out. He wanted to hear those delicious moans and those obscene wet sounds Diavolo evoked when his fingers also joined the fun, going further inside you as he sucked on your poor clit.

He wanted to look and hear, but oh, he so desperately wanted to touch you too.

“N-No, Lucifer!” He ignored your cries as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up past your head and up to your immobile wrists. Lucifer grabbed your ribs and he chuckled when you jerked heavily. “I, I don’t w-ant- nnghh, this! Please!”

“When will you stop lying?” Lucifer purred as Diavolo slurped down between your legs, making you cry with pleasure. Lucifer lowered his head to your chest and he looked up at you adoringly. “Are you not ready yet to admit that you’re enjoying this?” He felt your skin covering in goosebumps as he started to place open-mouthed kisses around your breasts, teasing you some more.

He held your body still, pressing his hands on your ribs when you tried to arch more into his mouth. He felt you deliciously shuddering and trembling under their attention and he thought that he just couldn’t get enough of your frustrated cries and moans.

“Maybe we should really stop,” he said suddenly, his lips millimeters apart from your nipple, his warm breath making it go hard. Your gasps and moans grew louder and more frenetic by the second. You were so close tu cum again. “What do you think, Diavolo?”

“Since she’s hating it so much,” Diavolo said, raising his head from your heated folds. “I guess we should stop.”

The amazing frustrated cry that left your lips had both demons smirking and moving uncomfortably, their clothes becoming too tight around their crotches.

“Please, don’t!” You sobbed pitifully, your hips desperately shaking, trying to reach that wonderful relief, but it was useless. “Dia- Diavolo, please!”

“Now you want it?” Diavolo asked, cleaning his mouth with the sleeve of his black shirt. “Didn’t you say you wanted us to stop?”

“N-No, I j-just-!”

Lucifer grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “Would you be a good girl and tell us exactly what you want?” He purred and felt Diavolo’s chin resting on his right shoulder.

“We might be demons, but it is a hassle to read minds, you know?” He grabbed your waist and you jerked when he squeezed you softly. “So? What is it going to be?”

Oh, Lucifer almost felt bad seeing you sobbing like this, he wanted to take you between his arms and clean your tears, however, ‘almost’ was the key word. He was beyond dizzy with your scent overflowing Diavolo’s chambers. You were enjoying every second of this. You liked them teasing you until you cried, you liked them tickling you and eating you out. You liked them treating you like a little toy they could use until they got bored– so would you be good and admit it?

“Please,” you cried, liking your lips. “Please, please, please… tickle me more and keep making me feel good. Please?”

Lucifer felt Diavolo shuddering behind him and in a blink of an eye, he was back with his head between your legs, not before leaving an open-mouthed kiss to the back of Lucifer’s neck, making him bite back a moan.

“Ngh! Y-Yes! Th-That feels s-so good! NghahahAHAHA!”

Lucifer went to work quickly too. His hands latching to your ribs, squeezing them gently but hard enough to make you laugh your head off. His light, nimble fingers rubbed, pinched and vibrated against each bone and in the sensitive spaces in between. Your moany laugh made him shudder as he closed his mouth around your erect nipple. Your body reacted wonderfully to that, arching against his hands and mouth, asking to wreck you more.

“I cahahahan’t!” You laughed, shaking your head when Lucifer’s fingers found a nerve on your lower ribs that had you nearly in hysterics. “Plehehehase hahahave mehehercy! NGH!” You cried, but Lucifer ultimately ignored you as his tongue flicked your nipple.

Lucifer had never met someone who could get horny by tickling. It was a stupid game that he didn’t particularly enjoyed or disliked, but if he could, he would keep himself away from any situation that could possibly have him laughing his head off, so knowing that there was a silly human who liked being tickled to pieces was something new to him, yet it was also absolute adorable and, if he had to be honest, really hot.

Your laughter was simply beautiful and those obscene noises more so; it was a combination he never thought of but that was starting to be one of his favorites.

“PLEHEHEASE! Oh, plehehease, I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum! I’m going t-toho-! AH!”

You barely had time to regain your breath before you dissolved into another orgasm. Lucifer sucked on your nipple and dug his fingers into your highest ribs, so close to your armpits, as he felt you coming one more time. Your body jolted, shivered and trembled with great force, your skin covering in goosebumps.

He lifted his face to look at you, a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his mouth, and he whistled, seeing your face. You were sweating, tears rolling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin and even some snot was coming out from your nose. Your face was red, your eyebrows furrowed- you looked so beautifully wrecked, Lucifer could barely take it.

“P-Please,” you babbled, whimpering as Diavolo kept licking your trembling clit. “N-No m-more. It tihickles!”

“You’re gorgeous,” Lucifer mumbled, his nose nuzzling your wet cheek as you came down from your high. “I want you to laugh some more.”

You shook your head, “n-no plehease, I j-just cahame. It’s g-gonna be soho ba- AHAHAHA!”

Lucifer’s fingers were suddenly nestling under your arms, your armpits nicely taut for his fingers to tickle them merciless.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” You begged, howling in hysterics. Your laughter was the loudest they had ever heard. “Plehehease, Luhuhuci! I’ll reheheally dihihihie! Plehehease nohohot thehehere! I juhuhust cahahame!”

Lucifer chuckled, his fingers wiggling right in the middle of your armpits. “You’ll not die,” he said tenderly. “I won’t let you.”

You could only shake your head as Lucifer tickled you. The Avatar of Pride was vicious in his attack, he wanted to hear that hysterical laugh, he wanted to indulge you in all the tickling you’ve missed for not telling them what you wanted.

“I really can’t take this anymore,” Diavolo suddenly said and Lucifer turned around just to see the Crown Prince unbuttoning his slacks, his cock, red and wet, escaping from his underwear, looking ready to burst. Lucifer’s fingers froze as he stared at Diavolo’s length, he gulped, swallowing thickly. “You don’t mind, right beautiful?”

You gasped for air as you weakly lifted your head to look at Diavolo, your eyes widening when you saw his erect cock. You shook your head. “Di-Diavolo, I ju-just came. Give me o-one moment, I- fuck! Angh!”

He easily entered you. You were plenty wet already, Diavolo slipped easily into you. The Crown Prince gripped your thighs as he moved in and out. Your moans filled their ears and Lucifer didn’t know where to look, but his fingers twitched and he remembered he was tickling your poor, exposed armpits.

“NO! Nohohoho! Nahahat thahahat! Plehehehase! PLEHEHEASE! Luhuhucifeheher!” You threw your head back, laughing and moaning as Lucifer heard Diavolo’s own grunts and moans along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “H-Hahaharder! Diahahavolo, h-hahaharder!”

Diavolo chuckled, “o-oh?” he said, through gritted teeth. “Harder? Like this?”

You moaned, “Yes! Yehehes, mohohore! Plehehase, mohohore!”

“More what?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk as he vibrated his fingers against your armpits, making you snort. “More tickles?”

You nodded your head weakly, “YEHEHES, plehehease! AH! Ahahahaa, nnngghh!”

Lucifer was surprised when you jolted and he looked behind him to see Diavolo’s thumbs sinking into your hips, tickling as he fucked you nicely. “You like that, beautiful?”

You nodded again, your voice hoarse. “Yehehehes! I’m gohohoing- annghh! I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum!”

“Me too,” Diavolo mumbled and Lucifer how both his lovers came undone at the same time. Their moans sending shivers down his spine.

“LUHUHUCIHIHIFER PLEHEHEASE!” You shrieked in hysterics. Lucifer hadn’t stopped tickling you and after cumming for the third time, you were far from sensitive, he was amazed you could laugh still. “I’m gohohoing crahahahazy, plehehehease!”

“Are you now? I’m sure you’re loving- whoa!” He was a bit startled when your arms suddenly came down, trapping his hands under them. Diavolo had broken his own spell and now you were free to move and squirm as you laughed your precious head off.

Lucifer chuckled and he finally stopped, pulling his head out from under your arms to let you catch your breath. You collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily and twitching a little. The strong smell slowly faded away and the demons’ arousal slowly died down as well as they looked at you adoringly and they both laid beside you, embracing you between their arms as they whispered sweet things against your ears.

‘Why didn’t you tell us before?’

‘Were you scared we were going to make fun of you?’

‘Was that too much?’

‘Did you enjoy yourself?’

‘What was your favorite part?’

A bunch of questions that mostly had you giggling because their whispers tickled you, but you answered each of them and they were satisfied, knowing that you stubbornly refused to admit that you were enjoying yourself.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “That was amazing… I wouldn’t mind repeating it again some time.”

Lucifer laughed at that and he squeezed your waist, making you giggle. “Like right now?”

“Nohoho! N-Not now,” you said, shaking your head and moving closer to Diavolo who gently covered your naked body with a blanket. “Right now I want to sleep.”

Diavolo beamed, “a nap sounds fantastic right now!”

Lucifer made a face, “we’re all sticky, though, let’s take a bath first.” He hid a smirk when you and Diavolo whined like children as he got up from bed, heading to Diavolo’s bathroom. “Who knows,” he said, shrugging. “Our hands can slip and we could end up doing something else- oh, weren’t you both in bed?”

Suddenly, you and Diavolo were behind him, following him into the bathroom and he chuckled, shaking his head.

In the back of his head he thought about the main reason he had visited Diavolo’s chambers in the first place and he felt guilty thinking about all the paperwork that was awaiting for him at his office. Maybe he can skip the napping and let his darlings rest while he worked and-

“Aha! N-Nohohot mehehe! Not mehehehe!” Diavolo laughed, already half naked with your hands glued to his ribs, tickling him playfully.

Lucifer sighed, smiling softly. Well, that paperwork could wait one more day, couldn’t it?

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Can I buyyyyyyy some cherries and bananas for Lee!satan and Ler!lucifer

Fruit(s): Cherries, Bananas

WHOOOOOO DAMN I haven’t played this in two years @~@. I tried my best to keep these boys in character and flesh the idea out. Hopefully this doesn’t suck(/hj). May or may not have restarted my interest in this fandom… As always, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Satan

Ler: Lucifer

Summary: Satan becomes engrossed in a new novel, locking himself in his room all day. He forgets about everything else as time flies, accidentally ignoring his duties and MC. Lucifer gives him a reminder he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Satan curled up on his bed, the soft pattering of rain on his bay window making the perfect white noise. He had been gifted a new mystery/drama novel by his favorite human and was intent on binge-reading it to the end. Abandoning his worries and silencing his D.D.D., the avatar of Wrath cracked the spine and began to read his new novel.

Lucifer stormed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, heading for the fourth oldest brother’s room. The knowledge-obsessed recluse hadn’t shown his face in over 24 hours. MC was worried, and the blonde demon’s list of assignments was left untouched.

As the oldest, he took it upon himself to punish his brothers for their various misdeeds. Despite this, he had a soft spot for every one of them in his heart, no matter how small. Mammon was a cheeky, greedy little shit most of the time, but he still loved him as his brother. Nevertheless, Satan’s hermiting couldn’t be left unchecked.

Reaching the sturdy oak barrier, Lucifer knocked rather politely. He was too civilized to bang right away, though he definitely felt like it. “Satan! Open this door, now!” He could still yell, though.

The bibliophile jolted, almost dropping his beloved book as the yell shook him. He scoffed, bookmarked his page and moved to open the door. “What is it, Lucifer? I’m doing something.”

That got a huff out of the prideful demon, his eye twitching. “It’s not your list of tasks for today, is it? Or perhaps spending time with the human? You can’t be in there just reading and think you can speak to me that way.” Internally, he facepalmed. He really had lost track of time, hadn’t he? No way he was admitting that to Lucifer, though. “What makes you think you can talk to me like I’m a child? I’ll get them done, and I’ve got plans to hang out with MC later.”

That made the older man’s blood boil. Normally he’d smack the other demon around a bit and call it a day, but that time was different. He had promised his human that he would refrain from harming his brothers, especially satan. They hate seeing the two fight. Violence is off the table, but something else they had shown him came to mind. Bingo…

The smirk on Lucifer’s face sent an odd feeling to his stomach. One he could’ve sworn he’d felt before, but couldn’t quite remember when. “Satan, I’m giving you five seconds to run. If I were you, I’d use them~” He raised one hand, teasingly wiggling his fingers. Oh... Oh.

Satan did what any rational demon would in that scenario; he ran for his life. Luci rarely got into teasing moods, but when he did, they were killer. Every brother in the House knew to fear a playful Lucifer.

The eldest brother chuckled, watching the cat-lover flee. He loved moments like these, though he’d never admit it. He slowly counted to five listening to every shoe squeak and opening door as his brother ran. Finally, when the time was up, he pursued his victim for the evening.

Lucifer followed his mental map, retracing the noises he’d heard. A shoe squeak for a turn, a door slam for a room change. He reached the end of the trail, watching a bag swing on the closet door. There we are…

Taking long, slow strides, he walked over to the closet. The demon made sure every step was loud and slapped against the ground for his hidden brother to hear. Was it mean? Absolutely. Did he care? Not one bit.

Satan kept a hand pressed over his mouth, not daring to make a sound. He knew that Lucifer was just drawing it out. Before their human showed up, the brothers never would’ve considered such a playful option. But now? It was their favorite alternative, often on both the giving and receiving side. Lucifer was still the most revered in the family, even in such a silly sense.

Chuckling to himself, Lucifer flung the closet door open, grabbing his brother’s arm and pinning him to the couch before he could even think about running. Satan kicked and squirmed, his tucked cardigan quickly getting bunched as he tried to escape. “L-Lucifer! Let me go right now!”

A gleam shone in his older brother’s eyes, one that sent a shiver down his spine. He only got that look when he was about to do something evil, usually to Mammon… If only the greedy avatar were there to distract him.

Lucifer leaned in, speaking directly into his brother’s ear. “I want you to know, Satan, that I will be tickling you mercilessly.” His tone was as smug as it was level. The simple gesture made his stomach do anticipatory flips. “And I will be enjoying myself~”

Before he could even breathe another protest, Luci dug into his upper rib cage, scribbling and drilling his fingers between each bone. Satan fell in a giggle fit, his cheeks quickly pinkening. “L-Luhucifeheher! Nohoho! Gehet off mehehehe!”

“Aww, how unfortunate for you, brother. I won’t be doing that anytime soon.” He cooed, climbing up and down Satan’s rib cage with his wiggly fingers. He had the other demon strongly pinned, giving him very little wiggle room. Still, he tried his best to get away. “Gohoho awahay! I-Ihihi’ll stohop reading fohor todahahay!”

Lucifer believed him, though he didn’t care. His sadism kept him going, but more than that, he liked seeing his logical brother laugh. “Go away? What have I said about you speaking to me like that?” He moved his wiggling fingers to Satan’s neck, basking in the high-pitched squeal he caused. “N-NYAHAHAO! LUHUCIFER, PLEHEHEASE!” That had to be one of his favorite spots, though the true winner was up next.

Satan hated begging anyone for anything, especially Lucifer. His neck was stupidly ticklish, though, and he’d much rather beg under Luci than laugh and squeal like a child. The prideful demon had no intentions of stopping, instead moving to Satan’s “jackpot spot” as his brothers called it. He moved two fingers underneath the boy’s chin, attacking the area with his short nails.

Satan was not proud of his reaction.

A mash-up of a squeal, snort and scream ripped from his throat, his whole body jolting at the feeling. The blush had pretty much taken over his face, tinting his neck and ears a vibrant crimson. “L-LUHAHAHA! I- IHI- NAHAHAHO!” Amidst the crazed laughter, unintelligible nonsense reached the other demon’s ears. He couldn’t understand that if he tried.

“Wow, Satan; I never knew a demon could get so flushed. You’re as red as Diavolo’s coat.” Lucifer had no problems being an asshole to his brother; he had promised he wouldn’t hurt the other demon, but he never said he wouldn’t drive him mad. The teasing was just one more way to make sure his punishment stuck.

Satan was lost in his laughter. His nerves felt as if they were on fire with the ticklish sensation, his typically logical and quick mind a squishy, bubbly soup. There was no way he could do anything but laugh and hope Lucifer had a heart. “PLEAHAHA- PLEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!”

While he was greatly enjoying himself, he could tell his cat-loving brother was at his wits end. With a sigh, he retracted his fingers from beneath Satan’s chin, granting the man his mercy. “You’re lucky I’m feeling benevolent today, brother. Next time, I won’t stop my fun so quickly.”

With that, he released Satan’s arms and dusted off his coat as he stood. He had no shame for reducing his brother to a dazed, giggly puddle. Lucifer left the room, leaving his brother to recover by himself. He had a human to inform.

Satan curled up on the couch, rubbing his neck and hugging himself. Such an asshole… He refused to acknowledge the buzzing in his stomach, instead focusing on a revenge scheme. Taking a deep breath, the Avatar of Wrath stood, following the distant sound of his older brother’s footsteps. After he ranted to MC about how amazing the novel he received was, he had the perfect idea for his revenge. It was only a matter of time…

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