#ticklish!lucifer

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this is the first and last time i will draw hazbin hotel so enjoy your food for now (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

#i dont like this show but he did make me perk my eyes up a little when my bf was watching #tamabijutsu #tickling #hazbin hotel tickling #ticklish!lucifer #lee!lucifer #deviled egg

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A Different Duel

Lucifer and Alastor can turn anything into a competition.

Anything.

(Lucifer and Alastor friendship/radioapple if you squint. Niffty and Alastor father and daughter relationship. This ended up way longer than I meant oops)

The halls were adorned in even more tacky circus decor than before. Frankly, Alastor was surprised there weren’t as many ducks as he feared there’d be. Maybe Charlie had downgraded the King’s obsession to just a few.

He hadn’t really been out to see the new, lavish and fully renovated Hazbin Hotel yet, having just crept out of the depths of his tower after several weeks of healing. He’d made himself scarce and barricaded anyone from entering.

Life had gone on it seemed. It was early morning and most of the hotel were out. Lucifer had commanded a grocery trip to stock the kitchen, and it seemed only he and Niffty were in the lobby. Alastor was quite blindsided to find the tiny maid at eye level as he stood by the railing.

He peered down and his grin stretched into a snarl when he saw Lucifer hoisting her up as he flew with all six wings.

“High enough, Thumbelina?” he asked the little lady, doing a figure eight in the air with her as the little cyclops squealed in delight. Alastor’s claws clenched into the railing.

“Higher, Luci! I want to go higher, I still need to reach the ceiling!” Niffty giggled and feathered the king’s face with her duster, prompting a string of giggling.

“Allow me then, little miss!” Alastor’s voice came out with a bit more of a bite than he intended, as his tendrils were quick to snatch the squealing tick from the angel’s arms. He hoisted Niffty up higher than Lucifer had, and grinned all fangs as the man scowled at him.

“Petty little bitch. You saw that I was holding her up to the chandelier. I was managing it just fine.”

“Ohhh maybe!” Alastor agreed. His tendrils absently rolled along and weaved through the air, bouncing a squeaking and laughing Niffty. “But can your wings do this?”

“No,” Lucifer deadpanned, and he snatched Niffty right back. “I can do this though!” He kept himself airborne with a few wings (although it certainly threw off his weight), and one of his wings fluttered at the girl’s belly.

Furious and jealous static crackled from Alastor at the tick’s laughter, and he yanked the girl right back again. “Oh please! You really wish to get the little doll to laugh?” His tendrils wriggled along her sides and squeezed at her knees. “You’re going for all the wrong spots!”

Tendrils still tickling a laughing Niffty, he swung the girl possessively up onto his shoulder. “I’ll thank you to stay away from the little lady, Your Highness! You already have one of your own.” He started towards the stairs. Stay the fuck away from mine. 

“What’s wrong? Afraid I can make her laugh easier than you can?” Lucifer shot back smugly, only pleased by the enraged static that crackled from the stag.

“Oh please!” Alastor scoffed and his staff reached out to fish the little bug up by her poodle skirt. “It is remarkably easy to make Niffty laugh! I prefer a more difficult game myself. What’s this trivial nonsense matter to you anyway?”

“Oh nothing much. Personally I just want to see how many things I can best you at.” Lucifer disappeared in a flash of gold and was suddenly inches away from Alastor’s face. “Because we certainly know killing angels is one of them!”

Alastor’s snarling grin tightened even more as he tried to pass the King. “I’m not interested in any of your frivolities . Some of us actually have work to do today!”

“Wow, I’m surprised at you, Alfonso. I wouldn’t think you’d be someone to turn down a competition. Scared you’ll lose?”

“In what? A game of tickling Niffty? Niffty is hardly even a challenge to make laugh.”

“Mm yes I see,” the King drawled as he leaned upon the crimson fruit of his own staff. “Who do you propose to be the best test subject then?”

“Well for hypothetical sake, Husker of course!” It was far too delightful of a thought to summon his old friend out from whatever frivolous and likely alcohol fueled fun he was having.

“Husk is with Angel. He’d be pretty mad if you interrupted him.”

Ah, so add fornication as part of the fun then. “All the more reason to summon him here so he can settle this little duel! The look on his face, it would be simply priceless!”

Tickling the feline had always been a fond pastime. The tom cat yowls and cackles were always surprisingly boisterous coming from the old drunk.

“You really need to summon a buffer?” Lucifer drawled, seconds before Alastor’s claws were poised to snap. “What, too scared you yourself would lose?” His snake fanged grin smirked at the deer.

Alastor stepped back and his claws and even antlers curled in displeasure as the King shifted into his serpentine form and had the audacity to curl up his microphone staff. He attempted to shake the microphone, but the bastard was immovable….and Alastor wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.

“Maybe I’m just not partial to these games with you, of all people.” Alastor snipped back. “Niffty is an exception. I hardly want you touching me.”

“Ah, I get it kid.” Lucifer hovered above him now, and his six wings flapped innocently, disarmingly close to the deer. “You know you’d lose to me, and you don’t want that. It’s fine! It’s cool! I respect your stance.”

Niffty could see that Lucifer was playing right into Alastor’s pride, and Alastor was eating it up. His grin was turned up into a sneer. “I didn’t say I was frightened. Perhaps I’m just not ticklish.”

“Yes you are,” Niffty piped up from the mass of tendrils.

“Hush, dearest! So you really want to do this then?” He leaned on his staff, burning inwardly with embarrassment that he’d fallen victim to his vices. “Fine.”

A tickle fight with the devil. There were worst ways to spend a Wednesday morning.  “Alright. What are the ground rules?”

“Magic can be used, but not to hurt each other,” Lucifer informed. “Frankly I have no issues hurting you, but ehhh, doesn't feel like it fits in the spirit of this game. We’re just playing after all!” His angelic wing extended, shy of touching the deer.

Alastor spun his staff for effect. This would be a nice moment of respite, he supposed. A change of pace from the business he needed to attend to later. Really anything he could do to torment the duck obsessed prick was a plus in his book.

“Then….” A distorted cackle echoed through the deer’s infernal speakers, as a mass of tendrils exploded from his back. His filtered voice brimmed with glee. “Let’s play, my friend!”

The tendrils struck forward like an arrow, and almost caught Lucifer’s ankle, but the former angel was quick to spiral out of the way. He dispersed into a cloud of glitter and sparkles, and Alastor swerved just in time to avoid the arms that almost snatched him.

“Oh relying less on your powers, are you?” the deer snipped, as a band of tendrils caught the devil’s wrist. 

“I prefer a more hands on approach!” Lucifer taunted, and his fingers wiggled along the tips of Alastor’s ears before he managed to slam him to the ground. “Using just my magic feels so impersonal!”

“Well good, because I don’t want you touching me!” Alastor growled as his staff knocked Lucifer off balance in the air. “I’d think the devil would be eager to show off. You certainly were in that sad little magic show the day you cursed our doorstep with your presence!”

Lucifer’s canary yellow eyes sharpened as he smirked viciously. “Oh believe me, kid! I can show you what the devil can do!” His eyes flared crimson and fire leaped from his lips.

Alastor wasn’t sure what he was preparing for, but it certainly wasn’t for the black branches that shot out of the floorboards and tried to wind across his limbs. They were twisted and carried the faint scent of apples. 

He found himself entrapped, but before Lucifer could strike him down, he sent a cascade of green to incinerate the branches. “A cute little trick, but that’s merely all it is.”

He was far more bark than bite today. The bastard had chosen the worst possible moment for this juvenile battle. He was still healing from his injury. His wound had almost recovered, but he…hadn’t exerted such a level of power since his fight with Adam. Lucifer had him woefully overpowered and Alastor was fully aware of it. Fuck.

If he could count on the archangel to be far more ticklish than he was powerful, just maybe he’d have a shot. “You weren’t watching your back though!”

A portal had opened up by the devil, and he didn’t turn around in time to avoid the black tendril that finally succeeded in snatching his wing. “Ah! Ack! Oh nice try, Bambi! Maybe you aren’t so hopeless after all.”

“How original,” Alastor drawled as a few more tendrils snaked towards the little canary flapping in his trap. “I’ve been called every iteration of a deer ever created, my good man! You’re going to have to try to be more creative.”

Lucifer squealed as several tendrils weaved into the air, dangerously close to him. He kicked his feet and flapped his arms, as if to deter them. It only seemed to invite his doom however, and the devil squealed as he felt the  tendrils slither across his belly.

“Wahahait, that’s nahahat fahahair!” Lucifer, the ‘self proclaimed’ Dad of the hotel was deathly ticklish, and it was a weakness both his family, old and new, exploited to its fullest.

“Oh I see, because you’re losing it isn’t fair? I’ve followed all the rules!” He wiggled his fingers in the air, and the tendrils responded in kind, wriggling up under the devil’s arms. The boyish goofy laughter was instant.

“AHAHALASTOR!” Lucifer squealed as he tried to shove his arms down, but it only served to trap the wiggling appendages, as the smirking deer found a rhythm that drove the king up the wall. 

Oh how he couldn’t wait to put a more desperate smile on that pompous little fawn’s face!

“You know, I have a hypothesis that I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping me test!” Alastor gave a predatory smirk and loomed closer to the cackling devil, propelled upwards by his tendrils. “Wings seem to be quite the terrible spot on Husker. I’m wondering if that’s possibly universal?”

He grinned at the terror in the pocket sized king’s expression, a dark chuckle leaving as Lucifer struggled to snap his wings against him.

“DOHOHON’T EVEN THIHIHINK IT!”

Too late. Those thoughts had processed. Six tendrils suddenly dove forward into the pit of each wing, and Alastor could barely believe the explosive reaction it garnered. 

Lucifer screamed with laughter, falling into a fit of babbling pleas and snorts as his feet peddled at the air uselessly. He kicked and he squirmed but Alastor was ruthless in his attack.

“Bingo,” the deer smirked viciously. A taunting laugh track echoed from his infernal speakers, and the mocking just put the poor King further into hysterics. “I think I’ve won this little game, wouldn’t you say so? Your Highness? Oh sorry, can you say so? Can you even HEAR ME?” he called over the screams.

“I don’t think I feel quite ready to let my catch go yet. There’s still many spots left to try out! Ah, wouldn't you say so Niffty?”

Suddenly Alastor was aware of the fact that the spot his quasi adopted daughter had been sitting in, was…empty. Peculiar. Had she really grown so bored already? 

If he was a bit more on his game, maybe he would have sensed the girl before he felt her devious little body scale up the back of him. 

“I say I want to try this spot!” Her tiny claws latched to his belly, and the little maid sealed his fate. Feedback screeched from the deer’s microphone as laughter nearly burst out. While he saved face, he didn’t save his concentration.

His head jerked up long enough to see the dispersing, golden glitter in the wiggling tendrils. Alastor’s eyes widened as he whirled around—just in time for that glitter to appear inches away from him, Lucifer now in the form of a beautiful white sparrow.

“Ohhhh, betrayed by your own ‘little lady’, damn that’s gotta suck for you!” the bird tweeted, and situated himself in Alastor’s hair to peck at his ears. A yelp tore from Alastor’s throat but his claws reached out to snatch the sparrow.

“I’m rescinding the cafe trip she and I were going to spend together as punishment!” Alastor growled, narrowing his eyes at her. He didn’t have too long to mull on her betrayal however, finding himself too busy trying to get a Lucifer shaped snake off of his neck!

“Gotta say buddy, ever since meeting you I’ve been reveling in the idea of wiping that shit eating grin off your face!” Lucifer danced out of Alastor’s claws once more, and merrily scampered over his side as a tiny gerbil.

Alastor snarled and he tried to hone in on where the devil might phase to next, but every attempt of snatching the asshole only ended in him getting a handful of glitter. It was getting disorienting trying to keep up with his teleporting, and his tendrils kept on snatching at the empty air.

“Hold—still!”

“Buuut if I can’t wipe the grin off your face, then I’ll settle for making it as desperately wide as possible!” Lucifer, now a small cricket hopping in and out of his pockets, suddenly reverted to his angelic form.

All six wings of angelic form, and tackled Alastor to the couch. Before the deer could snarl anything, Lucifer shoved his claws under Alastor’s arms. “See how you like it, douchebag.”

Between the feathery wings holding him in an embrace that tickled on its own, and the attack to one of his weak spots, Alastor didn’t stand a chance. 

Microphone feedback screeched between a pop of static, and finally loud laughter. “GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF ME YOU MISEHEHEREABLE LIHITTLE-“

“Ouuuu better be nice to the guy who decides how long he’s going to keep you like this!” Lucifer laughed, just enjoying the banter. It was so fucking satisfying knocking this prick down a peg or two! “Gotta say, that microphone thing is cute! That part of the whole radio demon thing?”

Alastor cursed through crackling static as he wrestled with Lucifer’s hands, unable to keep the squeal from emitting when the devil got his belly. He tried to shove his face to the side, so at least he didn’t need to see his tormentor’s face, but that just pushed his face further into the wings!

“The hands on approach is just so much more rewarding than only using my magic,” Lucifer drawled, smirking as every wiggle of his fingers pulled more feedback through the cackling. “Hands off is just so impersonal, you know?”

“I’m about to BITE your hands off!” Alastor snarled, before he was sent back into bright laughter as Lucifer dug punishingly under his arms, getting into his trench coat and minimizing his protection.

“Ah ah, you cryptid little reindeer, that’s just breaking our rules we set!” Lucifer gasped dramatically, tasering his fingers into the deer’s bony ribs. 

His colossal sized wings folded over the deer, and the effect was overwhelming on its own. Alastor sucked in a breath as the slightest movement made the feathers twitch, but staying still wasn’t possible. 

“Isn’t this fun? I do this with Charlie all the time!” By the looks of it, it was having the same desired effect. The radio demon was a mess of giggles entangled in a bed of feathers. “Just enjoy the relaxation!”

Alastor wasn’t sure what was worse, the feathers that had reduced him to popping static and wiggling, or the fact that the wings were hugging him. He tried to summon his tendrils, but he couldn’t conjure even an inkling of focus…and his magic was exhausted. He was utterly helpless to suffer this humiliating, feathery defeat!

“Do you give up yet?” the devil had the gall to taunt. “Because I could stay like this aaalll day! Gotta say, you’re not so bad when you’re squealing like a little fawn! Just give it up, kid! You know you can’t beat me and it’ll only get worse from here…”

“You’re hugging me, h-how can it get…much worse?”

“Ou, something like this!” the King grinned. Those devious six wings suddenly flapped, brushing over his midsection like a curtain. Feathers poked in through the buttons of his shirt and Alastor just about bent into the king.

“GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF!” 

“What’s the matter? I’d think I could expect a much bigger fight from someone like you!” Lucifer appeared as a snake, woven around one of his antlers. His snake tongue hissed as it poked at the deer’s ears, bringing another bright snort. 

At least able to push himself up from the couch’s arm, Alastor made another grab for the King, but he just reappeared on his belly as a duckling, nuzzling it. The deer nearly doubled over. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” 

“Why kid? Do you yield?” Lucifer taunted, his sharp toothed grin widening playfully. It was a disconcerting sight to see from a little duckling. He reverted to his normal form. “You don’t seem to be putting up much of a f-“

That’s when Alastor finally reared up and captured the king’s wrists in his grip. With a sharp jerk, he’d sent them both tumbling off the couch. “Perhaps I will utilize the hands on approach! Anything to take you down!”

His claws dove to Lucifer’s belly, and he was delighted by the squealing results. Lucifer’s wings flapped out in instinct, but Alastor avoided their snatching attempts. He changed the target area to his sides, and back up under his arms, skittering from one spot to the next and quickly alternating. He was simply merciless in his pursuit, because he would win this war.

Lucifer screeched to the high heavens, before he began cackling uncontrollably and beating his feet against the couch cushions. “AHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!” He wrestled with the deer’s grappling hands as both suddenly found themselves locked in some sort of power play.

“My my your highness, so sensitive, aren’t we?” Alastor teased as his claws dug into any inch of skin he could manage to find. Ribs, under his arms, and in the pits of his wings. He never deliberated on one area for too long, refusing to give the King a chance to get used to one sensation before another began.

“SHUHUHUT UP, YOU PRIHIHIHICK!”

This was…fun! He despised the very fact that anything to do with the apple pisslord was fun, but he couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to have the devil at his mercy, even in such a childish game. Such a personal attack with his claws felt strange, he barely ever used anything but his tendrils. Oh, but it did make the King’s defeat so much more satisfying…

“Ugh!” A sudden spasm of agony rocketed across his ribcage, and briefly blinded the King from his vision. He saw just enough to catch the loathsome concern in Lucifer’s eyes as he toppled off the cushions.

“Alastor!” His own speed at which he was at the deer’s side surprised even himself. Lucifer crouched beside the panting creature and he extended a reluctant hand. 

Alastor remained in his near fetal position as he tried to gather his bearings. He was suddenly aware of the eyes on him. Lucifer. Niffty. Both gazed at him with concern and pity, as if he was someone that was weak. He abhorred the hand that Lucifer was extending to him, and he emitted a low warning growl.

Lucifer’s hand slowly withdrew, and his shoulders slackened as he saw the few minutes of progress they’d made completely unravel. Alastor was retreating back into his shell.

The deer staggered to his feet and his radio filter and cheshire grin once more disguised everything Lucifer saw under the surface. “Well that was a fun little game! Shall we call it a draw this time, your highness? It seems like we both evenly matched each other’s hysterics!”

“Tch, yeah. We’ll have to have a rematch!” He watched Alaator’s ears twitch forward, unsure if that was a good sign or not. “You…okay? You need me to take a look at ya?”

“I’m fine!” Static grated the air, cutting off the King’s concerned inquiry. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Wait!”

Lucifer appeared before him in a glittery burst and Alastor’s teeth bared in impatience. Still, the King was undeterred. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to let the minimal progress they’d made…fall apart. “Hey, have you eaten yet? We were going to make pancakes, little Thumbelina and I.”

Begrudgingly he had to admit he was hungry. A rumbling in his stomach betrayed his denial. He glared at the King, but it was the smiling cyclops at Lucifer’s side that as always…melted his reserve.

“…Oh fine!” His elbow dug mockingly into the King’s top hat like an armrest. “I suppose I am feeling quite peckish! I must admit that I am more partial to crepes. They’re far superior.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes and shoved a finger up under the deer’s arm, delighting in the squeaking snort as he shoved him away. “Hells bells, do you really have to make everything into some competition? Ya dick.”

“I don’t have to but it’s undeniably satisfying…” He ducked a surprisingly more playful and merry cane swing from the devil, dancing from his grip. “I must admit, that battle was a bit riveting. I suppose they don’t all have to end in bloodshed.”

“Yeah it was fun, but if you ever wanna pull something like that on Charlie, you need some tips.”

“Charlie?” Alastor’s grin nearly split his lips. “Tell me more…”

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #lucifer morningstar #alastor #radioapple #appleradio #niffty #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!alastor #ticklish!niffty #hazbin hotel fanfic

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LOVE UR ART SM ♥️

Also if ur okay w/ it, could u maybe draw.. Lee!Lucifer and Ler!Vox (U don’t have to tho)

Saw this prompt and LEAPED at it omg, two of my favs ngl!!

#mango art #tickling #tickle #tickle art #tickle community #tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!lucifer #ler!vox #ticklish!lucifer

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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!

#miya&mia's tickletober #Tickletober #tickletober 2023 #obey me #obey me! #lucifer x Reader #ticklish!Lucifer #ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #mia's things

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Royal punishment in the name of jambalaya

Summary: After discovering her father was suffering more than she thought, Charlie takes the oportunity to make the king of hell just let go and laugh, to make him feel better, disguising her intention with a punishment for messing with Alastor's jambalaya.

Content Warnings: Lucifer dealing with his depression and missing his wife, use of sleeping pills, canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lot of fluff and playful tickling.

Word Count: 3,356 words. By: Witch Anon

It was late at night in the hotel, most of the residents were asleep or going to.

The king of hell was one of them. During the day he kept an easy-going demeanor for his daughter and everyone else, but at night, specially just before bed and when nobody is watching, his mask fell off.

Ever since his queen disappeared he had to become a rock his daughter could lean on, always reassuring her everything was going to be okay, he had to be strong to rule hell and to be a father... but every night he just missed her, his only rock he could lean onto, his life partner was gone...

The princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, was taking one last stroll in the hallways of the hotel, getting close to his father's room, to wish him good night, but before she could even say something, she saw him by the barely open door and just watched.

She watched the king walk over his bed and sit on it, with a sad expression on his face. He took his hat off and his boots, and then looked at his hand... and took it to his mouth, in the motion like someone taking a medicine or a pill, and that exactly what the king was doing... next thing Charlie saw was Lucifer gulping down the pill, staring to the space, and smiled softly as que positioned himself better on the bed... and then...

".... Lilith..." he said in soft voice, but loud enough for his daughter to hear him.

Next thing that happened was the king softly falling on his back in the soft bed, starting to softly snore after a few seconds.

Charlie gasped when she saw that, and entered the room, avoiding to step in any of the rubber ducks scattered in the floor until she reached her father's bed, she tried to shake him a bit to see if she could wake him up but nope, he was out like a light... she looked around for a few seconds until she saw a medicine bottle and read it... sleeping pills, from the sloth ring, there was five of them in the bottle... it wasn’t difficult to put two and two together... she already knew he suffered depression, he himself confessed it to her after staying in the hotel, but now seeing he needed pills to sleep, probably because of sleepless nights told her it was worse than she thought... he really missed her mom, his wife.

"Ow... dad..." she whispered, looking at her sleeping father... she thought of at least tucking him in but she didn't want him to know she was there and saw that, so she quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

She sighed, she wanted to help him, now knowing all the times Lucifer was there with her, he pretended to be all fine and okay, but carrying a really heavy load of negativity on his shoulders... she walked towards her room, maybe she could think in something in the morning.

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A good night sleep didn't mean he wouldn't feel empty when he woke up.

The king slowly woke up, still being able to remember his blissful dream of his days back in Eden, back when he was an angel just resting his head on Lilith's lap, enjoying her voice, he could still feel her hands petting and combing his hair and wings... but he had to come back to reality.

It always happened, he would dream with her and feel sad in the morning because it was just a dream... but there was no time to feel like that, the day was starting, and as king he had to be ready for the day. He dragged himself to the bathroom to get a shower and get ready, that day deciding to just stay in white pants and a red tank top, Charlie already told him he could be casual at the hotel and be relaxed, he didn't had to be dressed like a king all the time, and he was happy to oblige.

Soon the king exits his room, his hooves tapping softly in the carpet as he made his way towards the lobby to have breakfast. During his walk he took the time to see the details and effort his daughter made to make the hotel look amazing, how her dedication could be seen in every corner, every flowerpot, how clean everything was... and couldn't help to think...

"Lilith would have love to see what our little girl has accomplished..." he said with a small smile.

A loud squealing ripped the king out of his deep thoughts, catching his attention and making him go faster in the hallway towards the source of the noise.

What surprise it was to go into the lobby of the hotel where a squirming Niffty was squealing and giggling up a storm in the claws of the radio demon himself, Alastor. The red deer currently had the maid lifted and secured in his hands and he was nibbling at the smaller demon's tummy, growling playfully. Niffty was giggling madly, her hands grabbing at Alastor's ear and hair but not really pushing him off, meaning she was actually happy and enjoying the moment. Husk was cleaning some cups in his bar nearby, for a moment smiling fondly at the sight, and then continuing to be grumpy as always. Angel was sitting in the other side of the couch, smirking watching the scene.

"Damn smiles, you're going to kill her of laughter if you keep going like that" the porn star said in amusement, actually having fun watching.

"Oh, don't be silly my feminine fellow~ she already dead!" the radio demon laughed.

Lucifer stayed in the door of the lobby, watching the scene, and couldn't help to smile softly watching, remembering how he used to play like that when Charlie was little, the little hell born squealing and giggling in his hands... it was a nice memory.

"Dad?"

Charlie's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and the king looked at his daughter "Ah! Char-Char, sorry heh, good morning!" he said with his usual fake cheery voice.

"Ummm morning... did you sleep well?" Charlie asked casually.

"Like a baby~" he stretched a bit, what's for breakfast?

"Oh! well we're making bacon and eggs, for lunch we will have vegetable stew and at night Alastor said he was going to make jambalaya for everyone" Charlie explained, guiding his father to the kitchen.

"Really? Bambi is going to make dinner?" he said looking at the red demon, who even still playing with the maid gave him a little glare.

"Daaaaaad, i told you to call him by his name, i don't want another fight" Charlie said annoyed.

"Heheh, alright alright... i don't promise anything tho~" Lucifer smirked.

Charlie only rolled her eyes, Alastor and Lucifer always argued, it was an everyday thing now, they always argued about something and it almost always ended in a fight she had to break off.

Alastor scoffed for a moment looking towards the king, but he let it slide before continuing tickling a bit more and then released the little maid. Niffty ended in a giggly puddle sitting by his side.

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The day continued without so much of a fuss except Lucifer and Alastor's bickering and Angel Dust flirting, before anyone could notice, it was almost night time.

"UFFFF!" Charlie sighed, leaving some papers aside and looking at her girlfriend "Today was surprisingly nice and quiet, there was no explosions or broken walls"

"Well that's true, everyone behaved today--"

BOOM! the whole place trembled a little, both girls looked at each other.

"We spoke too soon" Vaggie growled.

"Now what??" Charlie shouted.

Both went running towards the noise, encountering others who went to check as well, just to see Alastor sending his tentacles everywhere trying to hit or catch a white snake.

"What is going on here!?" exclaimed Charlie.

"Charlie my dear! what happens is that this snake devoured the shrimps i had for today's dinner, i can't make jambalaya anymore!" even if he was smiling, Alastor was pissed as hell, still trying to catch him.

"AWW come on busboy~! they were there and i had to eat them!" the little snake cackled, easily slipping out the tentacles grasp.

But suddenly a hand caught him by the tail and lifted him, Lucifer blinked and grew nervous when he saw a very angry princess of hell up close his face.

"Dad that was not nice, that was for everyone's dinner!" she said sternly.

"I'm pretty sure he already knew that my dear, he just wanted an excuse to mess with me" the red deer growled, his tentacles went away and walked towards the two.

"Wait then what are we going to eat for dinner?" asked Angel.

Charlie sighed, and took out some cash "Angel, Husk, Niffty and Vaggie please go buy some takeout for dinner" Charlie declared.

"Oh! to think we have to replace my jambalaya for takeout!" said a highly offended Alastor.

The designed group left, leaving the princess, the king and the radio host alone in the hotel.

"Weeeeell since it's already solved..." Lucifer started to say, about to slither away, just to have his daughter tighten her grip on his tail "ACK!"

"Oh no mister, you need a punishment alright, messing up with dinner like that?" said Charlie, and she felt a hand on her shoulder "huh?"

"Allow me my dear~" chuckled Alastor, i think i have the perfect punishment for your majesty.

Charlie was curious, and gave the snake to the red deer, Lucifer growled and tried to bite him but a strong grip on the base of his head and his tail rendered immobile.

"R-release me at once busboy!"  he tried to command, just to be ignored.

"Charlie, your father seemed eager all day to get on my nerves to have a laugh at my expense, what about we help him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He was watching how i was playing with Niffty in the morning, and so much he wants to have a laugh? we can do the same to him" Alastor smirked.

Oh no, Lucifer gulped, he knew what he meant, and it was no secret for Charlie he was ticklish as hell, she had seen him in the receiving end before, by her mom, the deadly sins, even Razzle and Dazzle.

Charlie understood and brightened, smiling, this could actually be beneficial at the end! knowing how sad her father has been, maybe this was exactly what he needed to cheer up!

"What a great idea Alastor!" she exclaimed, much to Lucifer's dismay "Dad, you have behaved poorly today, so please change back to normal and face the consequences" she said in her best authoritarian voice.

Too bad the only thing she managed is to appear cute in front of his father and the radio demon.

"Like i would! be serious, do you think i would change back knowing you're going to tickle me?" the snake said.

"Daaaaaad!" Charlie protested.

"Ah such a shame, seems i'll have to force you to turn back my lord" Alastor said, dropping to sit on the carpet comfortably, still holding Lucifer.

Charlie blinked and followed, sitting beside him "How are you going to do it Alastor?"

"A snake is pretty much sensitive everywhere, though the scales make it a bit more difficult" commented the red deer.

"HAH! guess i win then" Lucifer smirks, sticking his tongue out at the two.

"HOWEVER,~! there's a niiiice little weak spot we can exploit, my dear" Alastor chuckled in amusement seeing the king's smirk drop "And is riiiiiiight..."

"B-busboy i swear to my father, don't you dare! i'm warning YYYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Lucifer let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal when he felt two fingers pinch repeatedly at the back of his neck. Ok, never in existence has ever tried to tickle him as a snake, so he wasn't at all prepared for the surprisingly strong ticklish sensations that resulted from the attack. Not to mention the deer demon's pointy claws were absolutely devastating and quick to deal the most agonizing session possible.

"A-ALASTOR!" the white snake cried out, his tail lashing out wildly without being able to get free. "HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! ST-STOP THAHAHAHAHAT!"

"OH HOOOO~! So the king does know my name~! not busboy, nor Bambi, nor bellhop!" he chuckled, turning to look at the princess by his side "Seems his memory is working just fine my dear~"

Charlie giggled a bit, seeing her father in such predicament "I'm sorry dad, but you had this coming, you know there's consequences for bad actions"

"Well said my dear~" Alastor was smirking widely looking at the snake in his hands "Bad luck for you, i used to hunt and eat snakes while alive so i know a lot about them, now behave and turn back to your normal form, or i can stay here aaaaaaall day"

Oh no, Lucifer's eyes widened as he was still laughing and squirming, he couldn't stand even five minutes of being tickled like this, much less could take a whole day before being driven completely insane, he couldn't even concentrate to turn into a different animal. Better just turn back and get the punishment over with.

With a loud POOF of red smoke and glitter, the king of hell laid there across the red deer's lap, taking a breath and a break now that Alastor let him go, but that was his downfall. Alastor snapped his fingers, and Lucifer gasped when a tentacle came out and wrapped itself under his arms, preventing him from protecting his torso. The king looked at his daughter and the radio demon, smiling sheepishly when they smirked at him.

"N-now now, we can talk about this" the king giggled nervously, seeing Alastor giving him a sinister smile and Charlie moving and sitting on his knees facing his hooves, to prevent him from kicking.

"Ohhh no can do your majesty~! specially because we still haven't heard a single "sorry" from you!" the deer wriggled his claws in front of him.

Lucifer gulped, his pride too big to give up just yet, he then tries to get into his demonic form but it was useless, his wings couldn't spread because of the tentacle, and his horns and tail did nothing to help. He then yelped and started giggling when he felt a finger poking around his ribs. But even giggling he looked at the red demon with a challenging look.

"N-nehehehehehever!" he managed to say while giggling.

"Oh well, suit yourself sir, Charlie my dear your father is sooooo stubborn! what do you say if we help him come up with the right words for an apology~?"

"Sounds good to me Alastor" she said in a fake angry tone, making evident how amused she was for the whole ordeal.

"Splendid~!" he looks at the nervous king "Let's start with these cute ribs of your sir~"

Lucifer snickered and squirmed without being able to break free, refusing to keep giving that deer what he wanted, but damn it was HARD! those single pointy claws poking and prodding around his ribs, he started giggling almost inmediatly.

"B-busboy, stohohop!" he giggled. "I-I don't like being tihihihickled!"

"Perhaps I'll stop once you apologize for your behaviour~" the radio demon bargained.

"N-No way," Lucifer blurted out "it's gonna t-tahahake a lot more than a fehehew t-t-tickles to break mehehehe!"

"Very well, your choice sir~!"

Alastor then immediately dug his fingers through Lucifer's shirt into his ribs, causing him to snort and giggle loudly as his senses were overloaded for a split second but still refusing to laugh, his fist hitting a few times against the tentacle. Great day to use clothes that didn't protected him at all, huh?

"Being a stubborn wiggly snake, hmm~? Holding it down will only be worse for you my lord” Alastor chuckled, adoring seeing the king like that “Perhaps I should give you a little incentive?"

"S-shuhuhuhuhut up!" Lucifer managed to say between giggles, not knowing it was about to get worse.

Alastor leaned his face a bit closer to Lucifer, without warning him before hand, his claws went to scribble over the king's soft belly.

"Coochie coochie coo~” Alastor cooed at him.

That did it, in no time at all, he burst out laughing and thrashing, his belly being too sensitive to stand the deer demon's claws, trying desperately to reach his arms down to protect himself but the tentacle prevented him to do so.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAHAHAP THAT! N-NOT THEHEHEHERE" he cackled, hearing his daughter giggle at his predicament "C-CHARLIE HELP MEHEHEHEHE!"

"No can-do dad, you just have to apologize" Charlie said, giggling softly.

"NEHEHEHEHEVEEEEER!" he was still acting stubborn, but what the hell, this was actually fun! to just laugh and let go, it felt good!

Alastor growled, smiling evilly "Charlie my dear, what do you say if we take it up a notch~?"

Charlie then gasped, giggly, knowing what he meant "Of course my good sir!"

Lucifer didn't even had time to ask what they were planning, but the moment he felt a devious claw plunge into his belly button and wiggle, and his hooves being held down while fingers started scritching up and down, he lost it.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WAHA-AAAIIEEE- WAHAHAAAAA- AHAHAHAHA!!" the king cackled and screeched at the intense ticklish sensation, trying to fight with everything he had to free himself from his bonds, but it was no use, he quickly was getting low on stamina.

"Ohhhh hoho! seems like a found a magic button that makes you laugh like a maniac~!" Alastor chuckled, his finger wiggling mercilessly in Lucifer's navel, while his other hand was alternating between scribbling and pinching all over his belly.

Charlie then heard something else in between her father's shrill laughter, she looked back and almost squealed from what she saw: her father's tail was thumping against the carpet vigorously. So, despite his protests, he was really enjoying himself!

But even Lucifer had a limit, and as much fun it was. His hands slapped weakly against the tentacle as tears began swelling up on the corners of his tightly-shut eyes. It was when Alastor leaned down and blew a giant raspberry over his navel and then started nibbling and growling playfully all over his belly that he decided to surrender.

He gave a high pitched squeal, "AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SAHAHAHAHARRY! MERCY, PLEHEHEHEHEASE, PLEEEEEASE!"

"Hmm~" Alastor mused, pinching all over the soft and sensitive belly, he turns to see the princess "Do you think is enough apology dear~?"

Charlie giggled, stopping her attack and leaving her dad's poor hooves alone "Yes Alastor, cease fire, he's had enough~" she declared.

The radio demon complied, stopping himself and snapping his fingers, the tentacle ceasing from existence and leaving the king in the carpet, Lucifer was giggling softly, his hands trying to rub away the ghost of the tickles. His hair was messy, he was tired and a mess, but... he looked genuinely happy.

"There your majesty, was that so hard~?" Alastor chuckled.

"Sorry dad, but you had it coming~" Charlie said, smiling.

"Y-you two are evil" Lucifer managed to say between giggles and panting.

"Why thank you my good sir! that's a compliment for me~" the radio demon laughed.

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Again, in the dead of the night, the princess was taking her nightly stroll, and curiously went to check on her father. He was already asleep, but Charlie still was careful to not disturb him as she checked on him... she saw the medicine bottle in the night stand, and took it... her smile and joy could barely be contained when she saw the five pills were still there, meaning her father didn't take any of them that night. And the king was asleep, with a happy smile on his face, looking so peaceful.

Charlie left the bottle, this time putting a blanket over her sleeping father and went out, shutting the door quietly behind her. She maybe couldn't bring her mother back, but she was going to make sure her father gets better, and not leave him alone again.

~Fin~

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*Pop* just like a candy apple! {Platonic Radioapple!}

Introduction

|| Hello! I just wanted to say hello again as I've been gone for almost two years, I think. :3 I wanted to start writing again, for some reason, and it's 2:43am. I am not sure if I would post this or not, depends if I feel like it.||

|| Sorry for the absence, and if any characters are ooc (out of character) too! I have watched all of season 1 - but I can't capture the characters personalities that well. And sorry if my grammar or wording is bad, I don't know that much English as I thought. ||

|| This is a tickle drabble/short fan fiction post, and I don't expect any - but I will be taking requests for drabbles and headcannons! ||

>> || Summary for introduction: I do not know much English, I haven't captured the characters that well, this is a tickle-based, short fan fiction and I'm sorry for my (almost) two year absence. And, I am taking requests for drabbles and headcannons (no art or fics :<) || <<

|| Warnings (I guess!): Tickles, Swearing ||

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So, the Demon is back again! Back again with a new sense of humor and a new ruthless torturing method. The Radio Demon is back! He's returned, what does it mean for a certain rival? Or a few?~ The future will decide...~

It was a surprisingly quiet day in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone was either out celebrating or having a full day in bed after they defeated the Angels. People were bummed out, injured and flat-out exhausted.

Lucifer decided to stay at the Hotel for a while, or at least visit often, and he was watching TV in the common room as he held his most prized rubber duck. Charlie was out with Vaggie, Angel and Husk were out too and pretty much the only people in the hotel were Niffty, Alastor and Lucifer.

Alastor was nowhere to be found, I mean, where would you expect an unpredictable being like him to be?

Nifty was off cleaning.

You already heard about Lucifer.

That changed when Alastor's shadow crawled around the floors of the hotel, until he emerged from thin air. His grin was as sinister and menacing as always, although something was off. It looked slightly strained. He was preciously annoyed by another Overlord, but we won't get into that, but it could be why... He then went to go find Lucifer, for some reason.

Lucifer was throwing his rubber duck against the wall and catching it like a ball, abandoning the television so all it became was simple background noise. He continued to throw the rubber duck until it hit Alastor in the face.

“Oops....” Lucifer giggled mockingly, not in the slightest sorry, but decided to apologize anyway to make matters better for him, if they were becoming bad. Although, Alastor, in return, grabbed the rubber duck and crushed it in his bare hand, sensing Lucifer's infuriated pity, despite Lucifer showing no emotion whatsoever. “Was that necessary, Alastor?”

“No,” Alastor's grin grew as he threw the shriveled rubber duck aside, his radio filter still as strong as ever, “but I wanted to. Doesn't that seem fair?~”

Lucifer groaned, annoyed. “What kind of shitty question is that!?”

“A reasonable question that needs answering.”

“Well, I won't fuckin’ answer!”

“...”

“As you wish.” Alastor's grin grew, but still looked a little strained.

Lucifer, funny enough, saw his strained grin and smirked.

“Is the demon cracking at something?~ Are you pissy about your wound from Adam?~” Lucifer retorted, giggling, which absolutely broke Alastor's patience and before either of them knew it, Alastor had thrown himself at Lucifer and pinned him to the floor, scribbling his claws into Lucifer's sensitive, tender sides, earning a surprised squeal and a string of squeaky laughter. “EEK!!~ FUHUHUHUCK!!- ALAHAHASTOR!!??”

Alastor had just smirked, moving his hands to random spots to keep the short king occupied, sneakily slithering his tendrils to Lucifer and restraining him swiftly as the tips of the tendrils restraining him tickled into the crooks of his wings - the 'wings pits' if you will. No matter what they're called, they sent Lucifer into hysteria.

Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell from how loud it was. Alastor only had the slightest issues with that, so he closed some doors to prevent people from coming in, if they did try. “ALAHAHAHASTOR- WHEHEHEN IHI CAHAHATCH YOUHUHU ALAHAHASTOR!!- GAHAHAHA!!?”

That wasn't the worst of it, oh boy...

The main reason the phrase “Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell” was used because it was the truth. Not only was his laughter loud, but Alastor had been devilish enough to broadcast his laughter live! :)

“Go on, Lucifer,” *Alastor smiled menacingly, voice hushed, “Make the microphone pop like a candy apple...~” He teased, leaving him to face the torture and humiliation for a bit.

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hope this was good!! sorry if it was short, i was pondering over a draft from a year ago and I haven't written a fan fiction in a hot minute >.<

{This MIGHT have some more parts!!!}

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Taking Lucifer Down a Peg (or Two)

MC/Lucifer

Summary: Lucifer's demon form was powerful, perfect, and poised. Was it really so bad that you wanted to see more of it?

Word Count: 2732

This fic is set in Nightbringer and based off of Mammon's NB Chapter A Devilgram. There shouldn't be too many spoilers besides the basic plot of Nightbringer (aka you're stuck in the past), and what I shared in the link.

This is a tickle fic btw

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“I can’t believe the time,” you muttered, staring at your D.D.D. It was so late, much later than you planned to stay at the House of Lamentation. You pressed your lips together. Solomon was probably worried out of his mind.

Lucifer eyed you warily, slowing his pace down to keep up with your stride. “Yes, I apologize for keeping you here so late. I did not expect your duties to take so long.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You would have been home a lot sooner if Satan hadn’t decided to trash the entire kitchen, which set off Beelzebub, who accidentally bumped into Mammon, who–

Ugh. You were getting a headache just thinking about it.

“It's fine,” you said, “It’s not that long of a trek back to Cocytus Hall, anyway.”

“No, it's too dangerous to travel by yourself at night. You should leave in the morning.”

You snorted, following Lucifer, as he walked up the stairs and away from the front door. “Did you forget that I’ve been in the Devildom much longer than you?” 

It wasn’t a lie. Technically.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and gave you a look. “Then, consider this to be a selfish request,” he said, looking over at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “Would you consider spending the night here with me?”

Lucifer stopped in the middle of the hallway, his hand resting on the doorknob to his room. You almost bumped into him but stopped yourself just in time. He was awaiting a response from you. 

“My, my, sleeping in your room? That's a bit forward, isn't it?” You asked in a teasing tone. It didn't matter if it was the past or the present: you would never pass up the chance to poke fun at Lucifer.

A bit of pink dusted his cheeks. It was subtle, but it was there. “I was thinking that you would stay in the guest room, but my room works, as well,” he said quietly. 

He opened the door and stepped inside. You followed right behind him. “I think I'll sleep in your room. Your bed looks more comfortable, anyway.”

That was a lie. You knew from personal experience that his bed felt like sleeping on a brick, but those were the sacrifices you had to make to get some one-on-one time with this elusive demon.

Lucifer said, “I have a spare set of nightwear you can borrow and an unopened pack of toothbrushes you can choose from.”

“I can choose a toothbrush? Wow, I really am living the high life here.”

“Stop dawdling.”

“Alright, alright. I get it.”

Once you and Lucifer got ready for bed, you flopped down on his mattress and scooted over to the right side, shimmying underneath the covers. You sighed, nuzzling the pillow. The familiar scent of cedarwood was comforting. It was almost like you had never left your timeline. 

Lucifer stared at you with his arms crossed, no doubt bewildered by how easily you had made yourself at home in his bed. You stared right back at him with a neutral expression. Finally, he blew air out of his nose in amusement before laying down next to you. Lucifer picked up a large book on his bedside table and opened it up to where he had placed his plain blue bookmark. He began reading. 

You turned over so that you were facing Lucifer. “What’s that book about?” 

A conflicted, almost sullen look crossed Lucifer’s face for a brief moment. “Oh, this?” In an out-of-character moment, he hesitated. “It's about an angel falling in love with a human. It's fiction, simply a bit of light reading before bed,” he said.

You snickered. “Light?” That thing was huge.

“Yes, light.”

“You know, that reminds me.” You sat up in bed, tossing the covers away from you. “Mammon told me once that angels could take off their wings. Is that true?” 

“It is but not in the way you're thinking.” He thumbed the page he was on but hadn't committed to turning it completely. “Angels can choose to hide or show their wings similar to how demons can choose to hide or show their demonic characteristics. It’s their version of our demon forms if you will.”

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

Lucifer hummed, going back to reading his novel.

You fiddled with the corner of the comforter. “Mammon also told me that you used to have twelve wings when you were an angel, but he never got to see them.”

Lucifer didn't respond, choosing to focus on his book. He turned the page and let out a small huff of laughter at whatever he had read. Was he ignoring you on purpose? 

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Mammon said something else that piqued my interest. He mentioned that he thought tickling you might have made the rest of them pop out,” you said.

Lucifer glared at you as though you were a rotten banana peel he found on the ground. His nose wrinkled in irritation. “Don't you dare.” His knuckles tightened against the book he was holding.

“It's too bad Mammon can't test out his theory, anymore, but since you told me that demon and angel forms are similar to each other…” You trailed off, allowing your hand to do the talking. You wiggled your fingers and slowly reached out toward his stomach.

Lucifer grabbed your wrist, gripping it a tad harder than was honestly necessary. You tried not to wince in pain. He was holding his book in one hand now, and you noticed that it was shaking slightly in his hold. His nostrils were flared, and a terrifying look swam in his reddish-gray eyes.

It was cute seeing Lucifer panic like that. It was a rare but not an unwelcome sight, that was for certain. He was desperately trying to regain control of the situation. Too bad you had to ruin that.

“If you try to lay a single finger on me, I'll–” 

Lucifer interrupted himself with a sharp gasp when you used your other hand to dig into the soft part of his thigh. He jerked his leg up, letting go of both your wrist and his book, which tumbled all of the way to the floor. 

“Oops, sorry,” you chuckled. You used this opportunity to spider all ten of your fingers along his sides. 

He tried to grab your wrists again, but you, expecting this, immediately pivoted to tickle his thighs, again. Lucifer wriggled under your grip. His cheeks turned a bright red, as he tried to suppress his laughter. Admittedly, he was doing a good job. You probably wouldn’t have realized the tickling was getting to him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was acting like he was being electrocuted.

Lucifer choked out, “Stop that!” He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back. You fell over with only a small blow to your ego. Lucifer tried to get out of his bed, but you played dirty. Very dirty.

“Stay!” you shouted, using your pact powers on him. 

A surge of magic flew through the air, as Lucifer flopped down on his back. He tried to get up, but you were quickly at his side. You wiggled your fingers against his ribs, taking the time to silently count every single one.

Lucifer kicked his legs out. His face was contorted into a grimace, but if you looked close enough, you could see the hint of a smile across his lips. You were so close to breaking him. Lucifer weakly grabbed your upper arm, but your pact prevented him from doing much else.

“Sorry for using my powers on you,” you said, “but I really wanted to see if Mammon was right. I want to tickle you until your demon form pops out. You’ll forgive me for that, right?” After all, wasn’t it better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission?

Lucifer opened his mouth to retort but immediately clamped his mouth shut. You could tell he was afraid of bursting out into laughter. A loud huff of air moved past his lips, causing him to press them together.

You moved to claw at his stomach. 

Lucifer jumped and squeaked.

You paused, staring at him with awe. He looked at you with a pained expression. 

“I can’t believe I made that sound,” he said helplessly. 

“I can.” 

You started tickling him again, focusing on that one sensitive spot near his belly button that had made him squeak. Lucifer writhed under your touch. He tried grabbing at your arms and wrists again but with much more desperation this time. You slipped your hands underneath his shirt, drilling your thumbs into the divots just above his hips. His skin was deliciously warm, and you couldn't help but linger in that one spot.

“HAHAHA!” Lucifer suddenly burst out into loud, frantic cackles. “DAHAHAMMIT!” His smile was wide, despite how hard he was trying to force it back down into a frown. If you looked close enough, you could see what appeared to be tiny fangs where his incisors would be. Were those always there, or was it a sign?

“You have a nice laugh, Lucifer,” you said, continuing to tickle that same spot. It seemed to be particularly bad for him, which meant that you were obligated to torture him there.

Lucifer managed to whack your shoulder. It only stung a little. “Shuhut uhuhuh–UHUP” The poor guy couldn't even get more than a few words in due to how hard he was laughing. He tossed his head back and continued to cackle. You pinched at his hips. He seized your wrists, trying to pull them off, but he couldn't. “AHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!”

You shrugged. Lucifer seemed to be at his limit already, so you decided to be a little merciful. Slipping your hands out from underneath his shirt, you began to dig your fingers into his armpits. Lucifer dissolved into soft, almost (but not quite) hiccupy giggles.

“Ehehehehe…” Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his head away. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. It worked for a couple of seconds until you started to gently scratch at the area right below his underarms. “Ahaha! I'm going to–I’m going ehehehe to gehehet you for thihihis.” He looked angry, at least, as angry as he could have with an adorable smile and rosy cheeks offsetting his furrowed eyebrows. 

“I’d like to see you try.”

That was the wrong thing to say because Lucifer managed to land a strong kick straight to your stomach. You doubled over, the air whooshing out of you. Yep, you deserved that for getting so cocky around a demon. Lucifer flipped himself over on his hands and knees to try to get away from you. 

That was right. You were in the past now. The pact bond between you and Lucifer was weaker, and thus, less effective. Huh. Thankfully, you had some old-fashioned tricks up your sleeve. 

You sat on the small of his back. 

“What are you doing?” Lucifer growled, trying to buck you off. 

You grinned. “I think you know.” You squeezed his sides and dragged your nails up and down his terribly sensitive skin. It was a little embarrassing for a demon of his caliber to be this ticklish, but you didn't tell him that.

Lucifer swore under his breath. “Stohohop or else!” He was trying to knock you off, again, but you planted yourself firmly on top of him. 

“I'd like you to stay right there, Lucifer,” you said, using your pact on him, again. 

He stilled, no longer trying to push you off of him. You smiled and took this opportunity to really get under his skin. You tickled him along his torso and wherever your fingers could reach, taking the time to focus on his most sensitive spots.

Lucifer pressed his face against the mattress in an attempt to muffle his loud laughter. “You b–behehetter behe ehehe prepared for your puhuhuhunishment! Ahaha! HahahAHAha!” He shrieked when you managed to suddenly spider your fingertips along the sides of his neck. He scrunched his shoulders up, but that didn't stop you from trying to draw that sound out from him, again.

You chose to ignore him and pretended to peer at the top of his head. “Ooh, are those horns I see? I think it's working! I can see your demon form emerging.” You were just kidding, of course, but the urge to tease Lucifer never stops.

“Stop lying!” Lucifer managed to grunt out in between fits of pure laughter. You had never seen him laugh this much before, not even in the present. It was nice seeing this side of him. You supposed that the main difference between Lucifer from the past and Lucifer from the present was that your Lucifer was better at hiding his reactions. This one hadn't quite mastered that skill, yet.

“I don't think I am,” you said. You started to tickle his hips, again. That was your favorite spot because of the reactions you’d get from him whenever you teased him there.

Lucifer clawed at the area in front of him, balling up fistfuls of the comforter in his hands at a time. A part of you wanted to hear him beg, but you knew he was too prideful to do something like that.

He cackled and pounded the mattress with his fist. “AHAHA! Stop! Stohop ihit now!” His commanding presence was muddled by how cute and giggly he was being. Lucifer wriggled and twisted in place, desperate to get you to stop tickling him. His entire body twitched with each new touch. 

“Aw, but I haven't even–ugh!”

Something hit you square in the jaw. Stars clouded your vision, as you tumbled backward. You almost fell off of Lucifer’s bed, but you managed to catch yourself just in time. You propped yourself on one elbow and rubbed the underside of your stinging face. Yeah, that was going to leave a nasty bruise later. You were pretty sure you accidentally bit your tongue, too.

Wait. There was something weird inside of your mouth. Ew! You spat it out into your hand and tried not to gag. Opening your eyes, you saw that it was…a black feather? You inspected it further. Yep, that was what it was. Where did it come from?

You looked up and saw Lucifer. He had managed to sit up on his knees and was scowling at you. The diamond on his forehead looked oddly menacing in the dim lighting of his bedroom. His flowy black and red outfit was draped over his body, trailing along the bed. His horns, black as night, twisted up from his head, pointing up toward the ceiling. Lucifer’s two sets of wings flapped angrily, sending a small gust of wind your way.

He was in his demon form.

Lucifer was in his demon form.

Mammon was right.

You were able to tickle Lucifer until his demon form popped out.

Wow.

As much as you wanted to celebrate this achievement, you weren’t able to, considering the death glare Lucifer was giving you. His breathing was ragged and his face was still cherry red, but that didn't change how menacing Lucifer could be when he was in his demon form.

“Congratulations. You were right. I hope you're proud of yourself,” Lucifer said. His voice was a low growl. The smirk he was giving you sent shivers up your spine. He tugged on his gloves like he was preparing for something.

“I am, actually,” you muttered, slowly crawling backward. Maybe if you made a run for it, you could make it to the door…

Lucifer shook his head. “Always so cocky, despite knowing exactly what I'm going to do to you.”

“And that would be?”

“I'm going to tickle you until you're begging for mercy. Do you think you could handle that?” Lucifer stepped up close to you, subtly blocking off your exit.

You smiled at him, as sweetly as you could. “I seriously doubt you could lay a hand on me.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

The fury on Lucifer’s face washed away, as he started to snicker. He shook his head in exasperation and pressed his fingers against his temples. “You always know how to push my buttons.”

That, you did.

#Obey Me Tickling #Ticklish!Lucifer #Tickler!Reader #Tickle Fic

[infrequent-creator]

I think God would like seeing his magic so much that he gets tickled until he makes sparkles for him. And who doesn't love that smile & laugh?

((My hc is that Lucifer accidentally does little fireworks when he's being tickled. Not big ones just little ones like bakugo does haha))

#tickle community #tickle #tickle art #alex draws #alex’s art #hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #hh tickle art #Lee!lucifer #ticklish!lucifer #Ler!god #angel!lucifer morningstar

[ticklytums]

Who do you hc as the most ticklish of the Hazbin Hotel characters? Your fic is solid gold btw!!!

oh my god thank you so much?? 😭

I know canonically Charlie and Husk are the ticklish ones but for the sake of all comedy and adorableness I think it’s ALASTOR and LUCIFER that are the most ticklish.

especially Lucifer. I mean look at that goober, you cannot tell me that a mere touch won’t have him fall to the ground like a giggly sack o potatoes. (I also hc that in episode 5 when he was giggling snorting like mad in front of razzle and dazzle, that they were nuzzling him and tickling him)

but yeah king of hell? a big sucker for tickles, loves to give them but falls a PART on the receiving end.

And Alastor? ho boy few would dare but as the hazbins get closer I can see them all going after him, especially since he pisses them off so regularly. lmao charlie, niffty and lucifer would be his main attackers

#hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!alastor

[zilari]

Electric Giggles

DISCLAIMER: Contains tickles and spoilers for season 3! FANDOM: Lucifer WC: 2877

After getting the brilliant idea from Detective Douche -- although Lucifer would never admit it -- he takes matters into his own hands during a sting operation... it doesn't end well...

A/N: I was watching Episode 1 of Season 3 -- They're Back, Aren't They? -- and there's a part where Lucifer is "kidnapped," and they have him tied to a chair. They use a cattle prodder on him, but instead of hurting him, he starts laughing and tells them to stop because it tickles, and, well... this fic was born!

The idea occurred after Lucifer attempted to make Detective Daniel Douche feel better about Charlotte -- in hindsight, he could've worded it better, but that's beside the point. He forgot what Dou-- Dan said, but his snarky response to Lucifer spawned the idea initially. They were on a sting operation to find the killers of some random man they found in the desert, close to where Lucifer woke up after getting knocked out by an unknown assailant.

Of course, the details didn't matter. All that mattered was finding out who in the hell -- pun intended -- gave him his wings back. After all, they needed to be punished for what they did to him. Well, more his father, but since the old bastard was in heaven, the next best thing was his emissary -- the one who kidnapped Lucifer in the first place.

"Listen, I know you were talking about Charlotte," He was referencing the discussion Dan and Chloe were having -- something about Detective Douche being sad that she couldn't remember him, "And as douchey as you may be," He continued, scoring a dirty look from Dan, "And I know you can't help it, her current behaviour has nothing to do with you. Okay?"

Dan shook his head in disbelief, "And as much as I appreciate the pep talk, Lucifer, it's kind of you that got me in the whole Charlette mess in the first place." The Detective frowned, a pang of sorrow shooting into his heart, "So, maybe you should just take care of your side of the street for a change, all right?" Dan gritted his teeth as he began turning to walk away, "Good talk."

Lucifer watched as he walked away, a metaphorical light bulb appearing in his head, "My side of the street..." It didn't take long for the plan to formulate in his mind, "That's a good idea!" He muttered to himself as he snatched the laptop off the van's front seat.

All it took was some alterations to the form he initially sent to the company, Snatched -- they 'kidnapped' people as a prank, or whatever; humans are weird. Once he finished his task, he carefully put the laptop back on his seat, glanced back at Chloe, who seemed busy monitoring the screens, and easily walked out of the van without anyone noticing.

He arrived at the destination he had placed on the form, and after a bit of waiting, a black van came to a screeching halt in front of him, "Oh, lovely, right on time." Masked men flooded out from inside the van, "Hello!" He grinned as one of the 'kidnappers' roughly latched onto his arm and dragged him towards the vehicle, "Right, how do we-- Careful, I bruise like a peach." The man ignored him and tossed him inside before entering himself and slamming the sliding door shut.

Lucifer was pinned against the metallic wall as one of the masked figures roughly put a bag over his head and zipped-tied his wrists together, "Smile for the camera!" Someone said in a menacing voice, well, not really menacing, more like he was deep-throating something. Regardless, he gave two thumbs up and grinned when he heard a phone camera going off.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands digging through his pockets -- likely looking for his phone, "Easy! This suit is worth more than what you make combined."

It didn't take long for the one groping him to discover its whereabouts. The wannabe kidnapper passed it off to his buddy, who opened a window and threw it out of the vehicle. Lucifer frowned slightly at the thought of them throwing his phone out of a window; he was pretty fond of it. Well, he was more fond of the embarrassing photo of Dan he had on it, but regardless, he could always get a new one -- photo and phone.

After some time of driving in silence, the van came to a stop. The man in the back with Lucifer grabbed him by his wrists and practically dragged him out of the vehicle, "Easy! No need to drag me. I'm quite capable of walking on my own, thank you." He yanked himself free from the oaf, only for one of the others to shove him in the back -- Lucifer made a mental note to punish that one more thoroughly.

They escorted him to some sort of room filled with... things. Making anything out with the wretched sack over his head was challenging. The bigger of the two pushed him down into a chair and undid his binds as the littler one left the room. Lucifer's arms were secured to the chair before the other followed his partner, leaving the devil alone with his thoughts. He huffed in annoyance and shifted into a more comfortable position -- the trademark crossing of the leg and smirk.

The wannabe kidnappers left Lucifer in there for quite some time, letting him stew in his juices, so to speak. He'd cry his little heart out if he were a feeble human. But he was Lucifer freaking Morningstar. Ruggedly handsome devil, well... he was until whoever gave his wings back stole his devil face. A deep-rooted rage lit inside him, making his smug grin vanish like smoke on a windy day. He needed to find who was at the bottom of this. He needed his face back and wings gone. Otherwise, what kind of devil would he be?

He exhaled sharply, attempting to calm himself down. It didn't take long for the devilish grin to return. To save himself from boredom and to distract himself, he started to see if he could make out his surroundings. A leaky pipe dripped water somewhere in front of him, and debris was everywhere. The room smelt musty with a hint of something else he couldn't quite make out. He could make out more if he didn't have this damn hood on. Lucifer settled on him being in a warehouse of some kind, purposely set up in a way to scare the victim.

Finally, the two men returned. Lucifer could hear one of them pushing a cart with, what he assumed, to be props or torture tools. At least, he hoped so -- he wasn't in the mood for something kinkier, "Ah, there you are. I have to say, the leaky pipe is a nice touch. It's very Blood Simple," Lucifer elaborated When the kidnappers offered no response, assuming they had no idea what he was talking about, "Coen brothers movie?" Nothing, "No?"

The stuffy sack was ripped off his head, startling him ever so slightly, "Well," He finally got to stare his kidnappers in the face, and they were nothing to gawk at, "hello, kidnappers." He took a moment to look hard at both of them, his mind churning with a million different ways to make them suffer, "Finally, I have you right where I want you."

The two men exchanged an amused, albeit confused expression before the smaller of them walked over to the cart, examining the array of tools they had piled on top of it; not that it scared Lucifer, he was more focused on getting answers to his many, many questions, "Let's see, so many questions, but let's start with how did you abduct me the first time?" Anger bubbled up inside of him, "Hmm? How did you render me unconscious?"

As he approached Lucifer, the scrawny man held a cattle prodder in his hands, "How did-- AHH!" Without warning, he placed the prod onto the devil's stomach, sending bouts of electricity through his body; however, instead of hurting, it tickled like hell, "What are you doing?" He cried out, curling into himself, "Stop it, that tickles!"

The one electrocuting, or more so, tickling him, pulled the device away with a perplexed expression on his face. He exchanged looks with the bigger man before stabbing Lucifer again, sending another wave of electric tickles through the devil's body. Again, he yelped and demanded they stop, claiming it tickled. Dumb, the skinny one, pulled away and glanced at Dumber, the bigger one.

"Did you forget to charge it?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

Dumber shook his head in disbelief, "No, I absolutely charged it! I remember because that's when--" He paused, staring at Lucifer, "It is broken, maybe?"

Dumb poked Dumber, who released a high-pitched squeal, "I'd say it's working perfectly fine. Then... why isn't it working on him...?" While they contemplated, Lucifer waited for the opportune time to free himself from the binds.

Unfortunately, that time never came, "Try it again!" Dumber suggested, and Dumb unfortunately obliged.

Lucifer could barely cough out a 'wait' before the cattle prod was placed on his midsection again. This time, however, the wannabe kidnappers left it on for longer. The angel let out an ear-shattering squeal, even louder than the one Dumber let out, and laughter ensued. Luci curled into himself again, well, as much as he could. He attempted to bring his legs closer to his stomach, but all Dumb did was move the wretched device to a new location.

Unfortunately, the location change revealed a new and even more ticklish spot, "Waitwaitwait! Stahahap!" Lucifer belted out, throwing his head back with a cackle.

Usually, he'd be able to break his binds. He was strong enough, after all. Although, that didn't seem to be the case. The ticklish sensations ripping through his body turned his brain into scrambled eggs. Any logical thought was thrown out the window alongside his pride. He had two types of laughs -- his seductive and the... other. It was something he discovered when he was a child. Whenever one of his siblings would get crafty and somehow sneak up behind him, jabbing a finger into his side, he'd giggle madly. It wasn't a cute giggle but a high-pitched, snorty, squealing giggle. It was something he rather others not hear, but with these two cretins tickling him... it wasn't something he could conceal anymore.

Dumb snickered, "Hey, you hear this guys laugh?"

Dumber nodded, sporting a smile of his own, "Screw the other plan. Let's just torture him with this!"

Dumb nodded, a mischievous glint blossoming in his eyes, "Hey, open his shirt. Let's see if that does anything."

The skinnier of the two finally removed the prod, which allowed Lucifer to suck in mouthfuls of precious oxygen, "Don't you... dare... touch me... I'll-- ACK! NOHOOOO!" Before he udder another word, Dumb poked his stomach again with the prod, sending him into another fit of laughter.

Once Dumb removed it and Lucifer was recovering, Dumber ripped his costly silk dress shirt open, revealing his stomach and torso, "Hey, hold him down! I have a feeling he will start bucking like a bronco when I zap him with this."

"I will... kill you... both!" Lucifer growled as Dumber practically bear-hugging him from behind.

All Dumb did was grin before pushing the cattle prod against Lucifer's stomach again. The devil squealed like a schoolgirl and thrashed around, his laughter growing louder and more screechy. He tried to headbutt the Neanderthal, crushing him, but his body twitched when Dumb moved the prod to the side of his stomach, making him miss Dumber's head entirely. To make matters even worse, the bigger man seemed to want to be included in the torment and used one arm to hold the devil steady, which freed the other.

Lucifer tried his damndest to see where Dumber was reaching, but with the cattle prod and the behemoth of a man right in his face whenever he turned to look, he didn't see it, but he certainly felt it. Four fingers pinched the backmost ribs near his underarm, which caused his already high-pitched laughter to somehow go up another octave. Dumber seemed to pick up on the change in Lucifer's voice because he scooted his fingers up and into the spot, which the devil really hoped he wouldn't.

Once those soon-to-be amputated limbs wiggled underneath his arm, he screamed bloody murder, and his body involuntarily thrashed around like a fish out of water, "NOOOO! STOPSTOPSTOP!" He cried out as his legs flailed wildly.

Dumb had moved to the left side of Lucifer to avoid getting kicked by their captive, "This is so much better than the gerbil idea!" He chuckled, moving the prod just above his waistline.

Lucifer howled with laughter, tears brimming his eyes as he craved the sweet embrace of death. He much rather sit on the throne of hell for another eternity or listen to his mom describe one of her escapades with Detective Douche, just anything that wasn't this. Suddenly, the prod left his stomach, and Dumber released him. It was so abrupt, in fact, it took his brain a few moments to register that the torture had stopped.

He felt the binds tying his wrists to the arms of the chair be cut, and before he knew it, his arms were painfully pulled behind him, "What are you--" He began saying, until the return of the cattle prod, "NOHOHO! Plehehease, STOP!" Lucifer cried out, "CAHAHAN'T WEHEHE MAHAHAKE SOME KIND OHOHOF DEHEHEAL?!"

He fought against Dumber, who was attempting to zip-tie his arms to the sides of the backrest. When that proved too tricky, he changed tactics and settled with pulling Lucifer's arms above his head. He did the ol' pulling-arms-above-head-then-quickly-shoving-hands-under-said-arms-before-he-can-pull-them-down, to which he succeeded. The devil had no idea what was coming, and the minute he felt Dumber's fingers bury into his armpits, he practically leaped out of the chair. However, that was thwarted by Dumb resuming the cattle prod torture on his stomach.

"Nah, no deal is worth this. Most fun I've had since, well... ever." Dumb responded with a cackle.

Lucifer's laughed turned silent, and if it weren't for the fact he was the bloody devil, he would've passed out from lack of oxygen, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" He screamed, "STAHAHAHAHAP!"

Unsurprising, they didn't. If anything, they increased their efforts -- Dumb pushed a little harder on his stomach, and Dumber dug a little deeper. But, by the grace of his Dad, he saw an opening. The two men were exchanging a look, not paying attention to Lucifer. So, with what brain he could scrounge up, he sprung into action. He kicked the cretin holding the battle prod where the sun didn't shine first. Dumb's face twisted into a grimace as he groaned loudly, dropping the cattle prod and falling to the ground.

Dumber paused, which gave Lucifer the opportunity he needed to strike. Well, he would've if it weren't for the fact his blasted coat got caught on something. With him being distracted by trying to yank it free, kidnapper number two snapped out of his shock and practically lifted Lucifer into the air and slammed him into the ground. The air left his lungs, and the next thing he knew, he was being sat on. Dumber had managed to pin the devil to the ground, and with the cattle prod in hand, he poked Lucifer in the stomach and turned the device on.

"NOHOHO! Come OHOHOHOHON!" Lucifer screeched as he desperately tried to grip Dumber's wrists and push them away, which proved futile.

"Nice try," His assailant smirked, "Hey, Larry, are you alright?"

Dumb, apparently named Larry, was still on the ground clutching the family jewels. He offered a slight groan in response, confirming he was still alive but in tremendous pain. Dumber dropped the prod and scooped Lucifer's arms into one hand while the other reached behind him and pulled out a zip tie. When the devil attempted to retaliate, the cattle prod would return. Luci had no idea why that damned thing made his powers go offline, or maybe the horrendous ticklish sensations nipping his nerve endings. Whatever the case, he had very little time to free himself before the bear of a man straddling him completed his task of tying Lucifer up again.

When Dumber finally pulled the cattle prod away, he made the man think he was subdued. For added effect, he feigned desperation, "Please... I will do anything you want... just stop torturing me. I'm begging you..." Lucifer peered up at Dumber, eyes pleading for mercy.

He could see a glimmer of regret in Dumber's eyes, which ended with him hesitating. That was all Lucifer needed to snatch the cattle prod away from his assailant and use it on him. The lumbering mountain squealed rather loudly, which Luci would find hilarious if he weren't on the receiving end of that thing only mere seconds ago -- although he doubted it tickled, more stung like a bitch. Once he was sure the kidnapper got a taste of his own medicine. He used the device's handle to hit Dumber in the forehead -- hard. The imbecile groaned as he teetered before finally collapsing to the ground.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered as he laid back down on the floor, breathing heavily.

After a great deal of recuperating, he finally got to his feet and stared at the two morons who were in for a world of hurt. He took a moment to button up his shirt -- he was shocked to discover all the buttons were still intact, despite Dumber ripping it open -- readjust his clothing, smooth out his hair, and get his game face on. Lucifer slapped on a devilish grin, deciding to never speak of the experience to any living soul again, and got to work. He was going to get his answers, one way or another.

A/N: Wowza, this story was... looong! Apologies for that, and sorry for how blech the quality is, too. This is my very first fic, well... ever. So, hopefully, you enjoyed it.

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #ticklish lucifer #ticklish lucifer morningstar #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!lucifermorningstar #lee!lucifer #lee!lucifermorningstar #my first fic #I'm nervous to post this #I hope someone liked it

[ticklygiggles]

Would it be possible to do leelucifer and Lermc for the three sentence fic? His spot could be his thighs

[3 SENTENCE FICS] - Open!

A/N: I miss my beautiful Luci 😭😭😭😭😭

"What did you just say, Lucifer?" Lucifer covered his mouth and let out a loud laugh. Your cheeks flushed just slightly, but a silly smile pulled at your lips. He was just being silly as you both watched a horror movie. "I said," he laughed, covering his face. "Only humans would check the attic when they hear noises like that," he snickered. "It reminds me of a certain someone who likes to be nosey in other people's attics." He sent you a glance before laughing some more.

You blushed a bit more, remembering your first days in the House of Lamentations. "You- okay that's it!" Lucifer barely flinched when you placed your hand against his thigh, but as you started to squeeze his flesh, he let out loud peals of laughter. He kicked his legs and tried to push you away, but you pushed him by his chest and sneaked your hand between his thighs. "DOHOHON'T!"

Even the almighty Avatar of Pride could be dominated by some tickles to that horrendous ticklish spot in the inner part of his thighs. You giggled, surprised that you could keep him in place with just your hand on his chest. "What were you saying about me? Mind repeating that?" Tears of laughter shone in his eyelashes as he laughed helplessly. "I s-sahahaid ohohonly sihihilly huhuhumans wohould- AHAHAHA! STAHAHAP!" It seemed the Avatar of Pride would be there laughing his head off for some time!

#3 sentence fic #obey me #obey me! #lucifer x reader #ticklish!Lucifer #lucifer #lucifer obey me #reader #reader sheep #mia's things

[ticklishfanart]

Lucifer is much harder to get laughing but he looks pretty cute trying to hold it in!

Trust me, he’ll be laughing once you unlock the other side of the card

NSFW version: coming soon!

#ticklishfanart #obey me tickling #ticklish!lucifer #lee!lucifer #ticklishURcards

[nataliedrawz]

OK SO HEY YOURE REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN I SEE!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!? OK THANKS GIRL ANYWAYS since im your biggest fan 😇 give me lee barbatos and idc who the ler is ( do diavolo <3) ily take care of urself and have fun with yo life girly <33

Take a Break

A/N: AAAAAAA BARBATOS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE BABY OF ALL TIME, HOW CAN I DECLINE THIS? And ty! I hope you are taking care of yourself and much more girly <3

As the noon grew dim, in the ever so amazing castle held it's ruler and his butler, it was peaceful today, at least for the ruler, but the butler? Not so much, screams were remitted of the glorious castle, but not of fright or terror, no, they were of.... glee?

As Barbatos went to look around for the noise in his demon form, he saw the familiar faces of both his counterparts, his lord, Diavolo, and his very well trusted pride avatar, Lucifer.

As he took in the noises, his vision fixated onto the one he has heard screams from; Diavolo, he saw as the pride avatar had his finger's rivet between each of the red head's ribs, especially at his lower pair.

"How's that, Diavolo?" Chorused the raven haired male, having straddled his poor lords waist to keep him more in place. "Y-YOHOU PLAY SOHOHO FOHOHOUL!!" Chortled Diavolo, he had to admit, it was really.... adorable? Yes, magnificently adorable.

"Lucifer, may I take a moment off Diavolo's time to talk to him?" He interrupted, this gathered their attention as they stopped their 'childs' play. "What do you need, Barbatos?" Clicked Diavolo, having still be this stoked after such a doom, "Well, I was wondering, what would you need me to do, perhaps re-clean the place, may-" "Barbs." Diavolo cut him off his word's, earning a stunned yet cute look from the greenette to appear right before his eye's, "You are always working and working and, well, just working, you need to take a break!" The young lord had whined aloud.

"But-" "No if, what or buts! I say you're going to take a break right now!" He stated, he poked his side's at each poke in his sentence, observing as his butler held his breath in, averting his gaze slightly to watch as he poked his side's, as of he was forcing himself to stay still. "Don't do that-!" He stuttered, "Oh?" He asked, acting as if he hadn't known, "Well then, let me.." he then kneaded gentle circles into his side's, earning a shivery huff to leave his throat, this, of course, made the red head chuckle in amusement.

"What's wrong, does this.... tickle?" He mused, grinning ever so smugly, ohohoh, how he has learned so much from Lucifer, it's a blessing, yet a curse at this very moment, "N-No, it does not, Lord Dia-" "Please, just call me Diavolo." He informed, making a gentle smile spread over his features for a moment.

This agonizingly tingly sensation kept up on the same spot for a while now, as Barbatos was going to walk off, he yelped as the other suddenly squeezed at his thighs, "Thought I didn't realize all those other time's you tried to hide this exposed spot whenever I was tickling or being tickled~" Chorused the young lord, shoot, was it seriously that obvious?! It must be, but right now, he couldn't focus, all he knew was that he was shrinking to his knee's and howling like a prairie dog, agh, it was all too ticklish. "gYahAHAH! Lohord DiavOHOLO MY GOHOSH!" He threw his head back, not even realizing, nor caring that his head was on his shoulder with his daring hands still dreadingly squeezing and prodding at his inner thighs, his set all his nerves alight!

The question was, will he escape his merciless doom, or will he be stuck there for centuries?

#ratty writes #ratty replies🐀 #akira the magnificent lee #lee!barbatos #ticklish!barbatos #ler!diavolo #ticklish!diavolo #obey me tickling #obey me tickle #tickle fic #lee!diavolo #ler!lucifer #ticklish!lucifer #making a part 2 for this too qjxhwhdh

[strawberriesinbloom]

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

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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. 

#obey me tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!lucifer #tickler!reader #What good is a cocky character #if you can't knock them down a few pegs?