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strawberriesinbloom · 5 months

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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

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ticklygiggles · 8 months

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[You & I event - entries closed!]

A/N: Returning to this little event, here we have Solomon! I hope you enjoy this one, anon! ^^

Words: 800+

Living in Cocytus Hall all alone with Solomon felt as if you both were a married couple, and the amount of butterflies that were released in your stomach when you thought about it forced you to hide the big, silly smile that stretched your lips.

After the unfortunate events that took you back in time to a Devildom where no one knew you, you were more than happy that Solomon, your boyfriend, had been able to follow you into the madness to give you all the support you needed.

How wonderful it was that he was the last thing you saw at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. Have breakfast together and have him pick you up from the House of Lamentation in the afternoons after finishing your assistant, (babysitting), activities. Go home together and convince him to do other things while you quickly prepared dinner without his help.

When you returned to the past, you never thought that you would be rewarded with a domestic life with Solomon, was it a reward for being a good babysitter, ahem, assistant for the demon brothers? It didn't really matter, as long as you were together with Solomon, living your cute little newlywed life like this.

"Hello, my beautiful boyfriend, thinking about me?"

You jumped, surprised when Solomon suddenly sat beside you on the couch, smiling brightly. Your cheeks flushed not only at his words, but also at your earlier thoughts about you two being newlyweds!

"W-What?! N-No, I wasn't!"

Solomon pouted. "Really? You were smiling so dreamily right now, I thought you'd be thinking about me… your boyfriend?"

You felt your cheeks blushing even more, "I was thinking about… other things…"

Solomon frowned slightly and your heart jumped on your chest. Was he angry?

"Then, were you thinking about those demon brothers?"

Your eyes widened. "Of course not! Why would I?!"

"Then," he said, approaching you until he had you cornered against the armrest of the couch, "would you mind sharing to me what you were thinking about?"

"S-Solomon," you whined, pushing at his chest as you tried to avoid his eyes. "Y-You never tell me what's on your m-mind, s-so…"

Solomon hummed, his hands finding your waist, making you squeak. "That's fair, but I'm very curious right now. Why were you smiling so brightly and blushing all cutely if you weren't thinking about me?"

"W-Well that's because I… uh… I, y'know, just- ah no! Wahahahait! Not tihihicklihing!"

Solomon had started squeezing your sides, tickling you gently but vigorously. You giggled, grabbing his wrists and trying to push them away from you, but Solomon was basically on top of you and you could barely move under his weight.

Just what kind of face were you making to have him so curious?! There was no way you were going to say you were thinking about you being married to him!

"This is just a bit of motivation, you can tell me whenever you're ready."

"Sohohohol! Ple-hehehease! It wahahas nohohothing!"

"Like I said, take your time," he said, but his hands moved to your tummy and you laughed harder. "I have plenty of time."

"Wahahait! I'm tihihicklihish! Lehehet's tahahalk!" You tried to convince him, but every word seemed to make him go faster, soon your head was thrown back with loud cackles.

"Go ahead, you can talk," he said, smirking at you as his fingers clawed at your stomach under your shirt, making you squeak. "Or die by tickling."

"S-So mehehean!" You said, feeling tears of laughter streaming down your cheeks.

Maybe you really were making him feel a little insecure? He was probably trying to hide it behind his playful act, but honestly, Who else could you be thinking of smiling like that?

Silly Solomon.

Just when you were about to tell him, his fingers zeroing in your most ticklish spot and you shrieked, sputtering the truth:

"Nehehehewlyweheheheds!" You laughed loudly, trying to grab his hands.

"Huh?" Solomon tilted his head, his hands suddenly coming to a stop.

"I wahahas th-thihihinking abohout u-us be-beheing newlyweheds," you explained between residual laughter, looking at him with a trembling smile. "We- We live together and… do everything together, so I- mmph!"

His warm lips were suddenly pressed against yours, kissing you tenderly, his cold hands cupping your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. You melted right away, your eyes closing as you kissed him back just as tenderly and lovingly.

"You…," Solomon said, gently pulling apart. "How can you think such things and not tell me about it!" His cheeks were pink as he looked at you with a pout on his lips. "Are you proposing to me?"

You laughed. "Who knows, maybe I will!"

That made Solomon blush even more. He whined and hid against your neck as his hands started tickling your waist again, making you let out surprised giggles.

Marrying Solomon didn't sound half as bad, maybe someday you could actually propose to him… after you both came back to your usual timeline. You really couldn't wait until then.

#obey me #obey me!#Solomon #Solomon x reader #ticklish!Reader #obey me tickling #tickle fic #you & i event #mia's things

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xsezzie · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 11 : Pumpkin

Characters: Solomon & Simeon (or romantic if you want to see it that way)

Warnings: Nah

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Solomon can't cook for shit but his cooking always has magical powers for some reason...? At least that's what I remember when I played this game LOL

“Oh, come on Simeon, trust me! This will be the best pumpkin pie you have ever tasted!”

Solomon grinned happily, stirring the… “food” he was trying to make. Simeon could only look on in horror as it began to turn a dark purple colour.

“Hey… why don’t we let Luke do the Halloween baking? You know he would uh… love the opportunity to improve!”

The angel was nervous. Why did Diavolo allow Solomon to join the cooking team for the upcoming Halloween celebration!? Simeon needed to come up with some sort of way to save everyone.

"Hmph... I can help too you know!"

Ah, everyone was doomed.

Later that evening, Solomon and Simeon had finished up their duties. After completing his pumpkin pie, the human had left to go set up all the tables, thankfully not cooking anything else. Simeon felt bad, he could see Solomon was proud of it, but there was no way he could let anyone, not even Beel, eat it.

But maybe it was okay? What if the pie was not toxic despite its looks? Maybe he could sneak a taste…

And sneak a taste he did, Simeon gently took a piece of the whipped cream, or at least that’s what he thought it was, and licked it off his finger.”

“Huh… this is quite nice… wait what!?”

Did he just think it tasted nice? No no this has to be some trick.

Simeon tried another little bit of the cream, and it did in fact taste nice.

“Ah Simeon! What are you doing!?” Solomon caught the angel red handed.

Simeon turned his head around and stared wide eyed - oh. He can feel it now. There was something wrong with the pie after all, and it was not the taste. It was the weird powers Solomon’s food always came with.

“Solomon…” The brunette couldn’t fight it now.

“What? What has gotten into you? First you start eating my pie and now you are looking at me funny…” He pouted.

The urge was overwhelming despite only having a small piece - “I am going to tickle you.”

“Huh-HEY!” Solomon cried out as Simeon punched on him, wrestling to pin his arms up.

“I’m sorry… it must be done… I must tickle you…”

“Wait wait what why!? Aaah!!! S-Simeohohon!”

Simeon successfully managed to pin the white haired boy's arms up with one hand and used the other to poke his exposed armpits to see if he was ticklish.

“Oho? What do we have here?”

“Ahahah! What are you doooihihihing! Stahahaap!”

“I cannot, I just… have this awful urge to tickle you… I blame whatever weird things you put into that pie or yours!”

“I-I didn’t do anythihihihiiing I sweahahahahahar! Aaack!! Simeon!!”

The brunette had let go of his arms now and dove both hands into his armpits, causing Solomon to throw his head back with even more laughter.

“HAHAHAAH SIHIHIHIHIMEOHOHOHON!!! THAT'S MY WEAK SPOT HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Excellent… heh, seeing you like this is quite amusing my friend~ You’re always so sly, maybe this will knock you down a peg.”

Simeon smiled, almost maniacally, as the white haired boy continued to squirm under him.

“D-Don’t make me call Asmo hahahahaha!!!”

“I think Asmo would love to join me~”

“Nohohohoo!!!”

“What’s this about me~?”

Simeon stopped tickling as soon as the familiar voice of Asmodaeus was heard behind him.

“Are you playing tickles without me~ How could you!” Asmo pouted.

“Uh… hey Asmo…” Solomon gulped nervously.

“Asmodaeus… please try some of Solomon’s pumpkin pie… and tell me what you think… I just tried some right now and I need someone else to test this…”

Simeon noticed as the fifth born looked terrified at the idea of eating Solomon’s cooking, but the fact that someone else had already tried it and was living in front of him to tell the tale made him curious.

He approached and also swiped a bit of whipped cream from the pie, licking his finger in curiosity. “Huh… why is this good… I don’t see what the big deal is- oh.”

Asmo stared at Solomon and Simeon on the ground, the human looking up in fear. “Ohh~ Hehe… I see now Simeon… I too have this strong desire to just tickle my dear Solomon… perhaps we should continue together~?”

“Wait… no… please Asmo NOHOHOHOOO!!!!”

#obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me #tickling #obey me tickling #tickletober #miya&mia's tickletober

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3stq · 6 months

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Obey me fic please! 😊

Hello! Thank you for the ask! I shall receive your wish. Though, I'm not sure which characters you'd like to see, so I'll just do lee lucifer and ler MC (you're MC, so I'll be using "you" instead of MC.)

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"The strong demon has a weakness."

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It was close to midnight, around 11 PM. You were laying in bed, but you couldn't sleep. You grabbed your D.D.D and went to Chat. You texted Lucifer.

"Hey, Lucifer. I can't sleep, can I come to you?"

"Sure."

He replied back. A few minutes later you were knocking on his door, you waited for a response. The Demon opened the door, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

"Any reason why you cannot sleep?"

He asked. He was curious, and a bit concerned.

"I'm not sure. I think I still have a lot of energy."

You walked in as he closed the door behind you. You both walked towards the bed and laid down.

A few minutes in and you were both cuddling with each other.

You tried to get move comfortable, but your hand accidentally rubbed against the side of Lucifer, as not expected, you felt him flinch.

You knew what this meant.

"Hey, Lucifer. What was that?"

You asked before sitting next to him, he looked at you in confusion.

"Nothing."

"..Liar."

You went in. You squeezed and poked his sides. Hoping you would get a reaction out of the demon.

"M-MC, whahahat are you dohoing?"

The giggly demon giggled, he didn't really fight back, he just giggled and looked at you in confusion.

"The strong demon has a weakness."

You said confidentially. Your hands went a little down to his hips, and boom, jackpot.

"WahAHAhaIt! StOhoP THIhis IHINstAhahAnt!!"

Then, he did fight back. You found his weak spot. Of his whole body. His hands grabbed yours. To fight back. And you knew this was the end.

You stopped tickling him and laughed. Both laughter of the demon and human calmed down as you guys were both laying down again.

A few minutes later, you both were sleeping like angels. Or at least, ticklish people.

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AYAYAYAY first fic 👍, I did this in like 20 minutes im impressed!! i also wrote this at 2 am because i couldn't sleep. anyway i hoped you enjoyed, anon!!♡

#thanks for the ask!#anon #anon ask #tickle fic #lee!lucifer #ler!mc #obey me tickling #obey me lucifer #mc obey me

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ticklishfanart · 2 years

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Day 13: Blush

Solomon’s usually so composed~~ secretly it only takes a lil tickling to get him all red in the face

#ticklishfanart #tickletober2022 #lee!solomon #ler!asmodeus #obey me tickling

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lovelynim · 6 months

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TickleTober2023/Day 24 - Spell

Obey me! - Solomon x Simeon

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just do the dusting at once?” Simeon chuckled, amused as he watched Solomon flip page after page in his spellbook, looking for an specific one that would do the trick.

Cleaning their dorms was already part of their everyday life, especially with a certain someone being really strict about it. However, Solomon had other plans for that day and getting rid of the dust on the shelves wasn’t part of it.

So, why not resort to the use of the good ol’ magic? Solomon knew there were thousands of spells to give life to inanimate objects, he just needed to find the right one to get the task done. “You’d be surprised once you see how much time something like this can save,” he added, focusing on reading the details from the spell book.

“I hope so. I don’t want to see you getting scolded for not doing your tasks,” Simeon replied with a smile, watching his roommate with great curiosity.

After a couple more seconds, Solomon let out a small gasp of excitement. Guess he found it, Simeon thought, watching as the sorcerer picked up a few feather dusters, laying them throughout his desk.

A faint light came out of Solomon’s palm as he continued to mutter some “magic words”, casting the spell on the dusters and, soon, the three tools started to move on their own, floating towards the shelves and getting rid of the dust sitting on the shelves.

“It… actually worked?” Simeon’s jaw dropped slightly, surprised with the rather impressive outcome. Taking a few steps close to inspect the work, Simeon couldn’t really complain about the work. “Well done, Solomon!”

“Thanks,” the sorcerer chuckled proudly.”

“Do you think you could- cough, agh!” Before Simeon could finish, one of the tools sent dust flying in his direction, interrupting him in the middle of his talk.

“Ah, sorry for that. The spell only makes them work to get rid of the dust, they can’t really think on their own an-”

“AhAH! W-whahahat?!”

“Uh oh.”

Solomon watched his roommate fall into a fit of laughter as he slowly realized the mistake. The enchanted tools now had a new goal: get rid of the dust that was now sitting on top of Simeon’s hair and clothes.

“SohOHoholomon! MahahAHake them stahAHahp!” Simeon giggled, trying to defend himself from the three dusters that kept hovering their soft feathers over his neck and sides. Ugh, that he wished he was wearing a less revealing outfit right now.

“T-they will stop! When… they finish the cleaning,” Solomon muttered, slowly walking towards the door. “Just hang in there, ok? The spell will wear off in a couple of minutes!”

“SohohOHolomon!! AhAHah, d-dohohon’t leheheave me!!” Simeon cried, watching as the dorm’s door slowly closed.

Solomon really wished he could help, but that would require him to go through that book again and he could leave the only other human in the Devildom waiting, right?

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I played Obey me!, but reading some fics here and there, I felt the urge to write for my boys again soooo... here I am!

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #obey me!#obey me solomon #obey me simeon #ticklish!simeon #lee!simeon #tickle fic #obey me tickling

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snugglyticklemonster · 11 months

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#lee!mammon #obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #i know i don’t make my own posts usually but i can’t just have this photo on my camera roll so it’s going on here lol #obey me tickling #ticklish!mammon #obey me tickle

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spongeboblevel25 · 2 years

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Another obey me oc 💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺

Ngl I kinda forgot I could post on here that’s my bad 💀💅

Upgrade for Lucifer’s kid (my oc ✨Samuel✨) he’s more of a dog person unlike a grumpy someone

#obey me!#obey me oc #obey me luficer #obey me tickling #obey me tickle #ticklish guys #ticklish boys #anime tickling #tickle art #my art #my oc shit #tickling

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rand0m-s1nner · 3 months

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very rough lee levi doodle but i’m gonna post it anyway for the lee levi enjoyers (me..)

#tickle community #tickle art #tickles #tickling #tickle #obey me tickle #obey me tickling #lee!leviathan #lee!levi #ticklish levi #ticklish leviathan #commissions open

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shyticklemonster · 2 years

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Requested art

The user who request this art, please let me know that you saw it and also tell me if you want to be mentioned under it 🙏😅

I was happy to make a tickle art of Barbatos and Diavolo. There is really a lack of tickle content with them

(God...why the clothes in obey me are so difficult 🥴)

#tickle #tickle art #request #obey me tickling #obey me tickle #Lee Barbatos #Lee Diavolo #Ler Lucifer #obey me

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lilianlay · 8 months

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Fun on the beach

I wrote this fic last year and now it's time to show it😊 I hope you enjoy it. Hug everyone^^

Summary: Vacation didn't go according to plan and Lucifer wants to fix it

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like this, don't read it^^

Today be a very hot day. Even for the demons living in Devildom, it was unbearable.

- Why is it so hot today? - moaned Asmodeus and collapsed on the sofa in the living room, where the rest brothers were. - This heat is very bad for my skin.."

- I can't help but agree with Asmo, it's really hot today. - said Satan, who was trying to read book but could not concentrate.

- I can't sleep because of this.. - Belphie complained.

- And I'm eat.. - Beel pouted.

Levi just lay on the floor in starfish pose and mumbled something under his breath.

Mammon was quiet today, he looked out the window and listened out of the corner of his ear to his brothers.

- Hmm, I heard you - Lucifer began, who was sitting in an armchair and typed something on his D.D.D. - And already figured it out.

- You can make it rain?! - Asmo looked at his older brother.

- No. I have written to Diavolo and he will gladly lend us his private beach.

- Really?! - exulted the Avatar of Lust.

- Really. - the dark haired said. - And now everyone goes to their rooms and collects things, you have 20 minutes. - Avatar of Pride moved towards himself.

- I'm not even surprised that Lord Diavolo was so quick to offer Lucifer his beach - Satan quietly said to Belphie.

- Hehe, nothing is a pity for a lover" - the younger giggled.

- Thanks to Satan and Belph, you have 10 minutes left to get ready - was heard from the hallway.

Satan huffed and rolled his eyes.

Just now, Mammon, who was sitting by the window, got up and went to his room. As soon as he closed it, immediately heard an evil laugh.

- Private beach haha, this is the perfect opportunity to see Lucifer's naked torso! I'll take a picture of him and I can sell those pictures! I'll be rich!!" - he took the camera and began to rejoice.

- Mammon hurry up!! - he heard the voice of older brother.

- Oh yes of course! - as soon as he said that, he chuckled softly.

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- Mm how fresh - Asmo spread his arms and took a deep breath.

Beel was more interested in the food they took with them. Satan decided to make a sneak attack on Levi and Belphie. He took a water gun and attacked them, splashing water.

- Satan!!! - third born squeaked and ran after him.

- It's wonderful here, thank you Luci!~ Asmodeus rushed to hug the older.

- I'm glad you liked it. - he smiled and stroked his brother on the back.

Lucifer put his things on the sand and began to take off the shirt in which he came.

- This is my chance!" - Mammon whispered to himself and quickly took out the camera, but was immediately disappointed, since the Avatar of Pride was already in his hydro suit. - What the...?"

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Brothers decided what to play. There were a lot of offers and very strange ones from Mammon.

- Whoever shows a lot of bare skin wins." - the white-haired smiled and snuggled to Lucifer. - And if you want to play, you'll have to take off your costume~

- It's a terrible game. - said Satan with a light facepalm.

- We'll find a compromise then. We can play flags. - the dark-haired said and took out a stick.

- Ohh nice idea!~ Asmo clapped.

- It remains to decide where we will place the flag. - said Lucifer.

Mammon took stick in his brother's hand

- I think I know a great place! - he began to quickly approach the older's back and put the stick behind the collar.

All the other brothers stood in shock, he finally lost his mind?!

- Oops, now you'll have to take off your shirt to pull out the stick~ Mammon chuckled and took out his camera. But before he could turn around, grabbed him and in a couple of seconds he was already tied to a wooden pole.

- Um, Luci, what does all this mean?!" - the Avatar of Greed was trying to get out.

- Mammon, we came here to relax, and you tried to expose my torso during the day. - he crossed his arms.

- What?! Of course not! I didn't want anything! - the white-haired again tried to get free, but in the end, because of his efforts, sandal flies from his right foot.

- Then why did you walk around with a camera all day? - Levi asked.

- Um, let the memories stay, hehe. - Mammon replied nervously.

- Oh really?! I want to see those pictures! - Asmo smiled.

- Here's his camera. - Beel picked it up and turned it on.

- No no no! Wait! We're not done yet!!

Satan and Belphie started giggling.

- Yeah, good memories, especially when there is only Lucifer in the photos. - said the seventh born.

- Beel, give me a camera. - as soon as the Avatar of Pride began flipping through the photos, Mammon felt that he didn't have long to live.

- L-Lucifer, I can explain everything..

- Oh, you'll explain - he gave the camera to Levi. - But first, you will be punished.

- What?! Right here and now?!

- I wanted to punish you at home, but since you yourself want it. - he could hear teasing in Lucifer's voice.

- I'm already tie, why punish me any more?

- Hmm, that's not enough. - the Avatar of Pride looked Mammon up and down and chuckled. - I have to do one more thing."

- Wh-what? Lucifer! Wait! - the second born with new strength tried to get out as soon as he saw that his brother sat on the sand closer to his feet. - Please forgive me, I didn't mean to do that

- Mm, I don't think so and you deserve punishment for that. - he grabbed his brother's leg sticking out of the rope and began to slowly draw circles on the arch. It was enough for Mammon to squeak and start giggling.

- Nohohohoh Lucihihihi dohohohohon't." - his second foot in the sandal began to wiggle wildly and even tried to protect his right.

- Don't worry, the second foot will also get punished, but later~

- Sohohohohorry plehehehease

- No. - Lucifer answered firmly and began to tickle his brother's all foot faster.

- Ahahahahahahaha nohohohoho thahahaht's enohohohough

- Aww poor Mammon~ the white- haired was able to hear Asmo's teasing voice through his laughter.

- Hehe would like to switch places with him? - giggled Satan and poked the peach-haired's sides.

- Heeek! - the fifth born squeaked and looked at the blond. - "I don't want to, but I can provide it for you! - he ran after Satan, keeping his perfect nails at the ready.

Lucifer was not distracted from his work, but chuckled when he heard Satan's laughter.

- Looks like he needs help. - Levi suggested.

- Asmo or Satan? - Beel stated.

- It depends on which side we're on. - Belphie chuckled.

Brothers ran towards them, leaving Lucifer and Mammon alone.

- Whahahahat?? Nohohoho! Guhahahays hehehehelp

- They won't hear you anymore - the Avatar of Pride chuckled.

- Stohohohohop I cahahahahahan't

- Hmm, when you wanted to take a picture of me, you could?" - his hand reached for the second sandal and removed it.

- N-no, dohohon't - the blue-eyed tried to close one leg after the other.

- Don't what?

- Tickle me! - and then Mannon realized that he had made a mistake. - No! Wait a minute, that's not what I meant!

- Hehe, it's been so many years and this trick is still working on you~

Lucifer grabbed both ankles and began to tickle both feet quickly.

- Nohohohohooho! Lucihihihihi pleheheahAHAHAHAHASE

- I don't understand what you mean. You yourself wanted me to tickle you." - the Avatar of Pride raised his head and looked at his brother and how his cheeks began to turn red.

- I wohohohon't behehe anyMOHOHOHOHORE"

- Hmm, I don't think so. - the nails began to tickle very quickly.

- I SWEHEHEHEHEAR! I WOHOHOHON'T! LUHAHAHACI" - tears flowed down his cheeks.

Lucifer chuckled softly when remembered that Mammon had promised to behave in the same way as a child. He was well aware that he would still act like a jerk, but ticklish lessons could help, though not for long.

- What won't you? - mock the dark-haired and slowed his fingers a little so that his brother could speak.

- I wohohohon't tahahahake pihihihictures of yohohohou or evehehehen thihihihink abohohohout it

- And you'll delete everything

- Yehehes, yehehehes, I'll delehehete it, juhahast stohohop it - he snorted.

- Good. You gave yourself freedom. - Lucifer stopped and stood up.

Mammon just sniffed and looked away, breathe heavily. Lucifer chuckled and began to untie the rope.

The white-haired was so weak that he fell into his brother's arms.

- I can't feel my legs...

- Maybe next time you'll think thrice before doing something like that. - he planted the Avatar of Greed on the sand.

- Yes, yes, I'll think.

Lucifer turned around and went to check on the others while Mammon tried to catch his breath.

- Of course I'll think about it. - the white-haired grinned, wiped away his tears and held his hand behind his back with crossed fingers.

He's not incorrigible.

#obey me #obey me! shall we date?#tickle fic #obey me tickling #tickle obey me! shall we date?#lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #beel #belphi #ticklish mammon #ler!lucifer #lee!mammon #tickle community #tickling

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strawberriesinbloom · 11 months

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Lucifer was not a Morning Demon...

MC/Lucifer

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

Word Count: 1819

This is a tickle fic btw

~🍓~

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

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

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

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

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

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

…But you had to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Later."

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

"Lucifer–"

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

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

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

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

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

"Does that not tickle?" you asked innocently.

Lucifer gritted his teeth. "No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#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?

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