#galactic writes

Hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face, Chuuya whipped around, wild eyes searing into Dazai’s. Don’t react. Don’t let him win. The smirk on the brunette’s face made it even more maddening. He exhaled sharply through his nose, turning back around.

“Shut up, shitty Dazai,” Chuuya growled under his breath, fire still blazing in his gaze. Dazai chuckled, swinging his arms behind his head and stretching, his mischievous eyes squinting at Chuuya. This was the best part of the game for him, seeing his red haired partner in crime get closer and closer to bursting with every passing comment. He loved getting Chuuya riled up, it was just so fun, how could he not?

A few minutes passed, the two crossed over to a less busy street, getting ready to enter the train station. The air conditioning hit their faces as they passed under the entrance, making Dazai sigh aloud in contentment. Dazai scanned both of their passes and waited for his mission partner to pass through the turnstile before nonchalantly crossing his arms, leaning over the platform and piping up.

“Is water wet? Because I think it is but I want to see what the great Chuuya Nakahara thinks about this riveting dilemma!”

“Obviously, it’s not wet you idiot!” He retorted without thinking, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Dazai’s growing smirk and teasing eyes followed him as he begrudgingly passed to the other side of the gate.

“Great argument, however your mom- oh wait, my bad,” Dazai clicked his tongue and turned back around, hissing through his teeth. Chuuya rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. He just had to make it to the platform. Then he could tune out the knucklehead for the rest of the train ride, maybe even get some sleep-

“Hey, Chuuya, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

SLAM! Dazai was pushed back against the far wall of the platform, the brick grating against the fabric of his trenchcoat. Nervous giggles started to rise in his chest as a sheepish smile made it onto his face. Chuuya cocked his head with a grin that was almost malicious. The wildfire roaring behind his eyes was red hot, Dazai could practically feel the flames licking from Chuuya’s fingers, which rested just beside his ribs.

“How many tickles will it take to make you finally shut your trap?” Knuckles dug into Dazai’s ribs and gently pressed into the tender spaces between the bones, making him spaz and clamp his arms to his sides with a shriek. He held his giggles in at first but when Chuuya wormed a single finger into his armpit, boisterous laughter filled the echoey space.

“You hahaven’t answered my quehehestion- wahait nahaha!” Dexterous fingers scribbled from his shoulderblades to the backs of his ribs, making Dazai thrash and Chuuya quirk an eyebrow. “Seems the worm needs a bit more convincing, you just can’t take a hint, can you?”

A squeal ripped out of his throat when Chuuya pinched gently under his shoulderblades, using his other hand to squeeze up and down his sides. “Chihibihiii!”

Chuuya snickered, playfully scratching around Dazai’s shoulders in a way that made the other screech and thrash, although it was obvious he wasn’t really trying to get away. After all, Dazai’s antagonistic streak was often in the pursuit of attention, even if it was the type that made him go ballistic. The blush on his cheeks had spread down to his neck which gave Chuuya an idea. He walked two fingers slowly and teasingly up Dazai’s collarbone, pressing in slightly which made him shriek.

The brunette scrunched up his shoulders and tried to grab at Chuuya’s wrists, his laughter turning high pitched and hiccupy. “YouHOuhou bAhaHaSTahAHard!” His neck was far too sensitive to be attacked by Chuuya’s blunt nails, now starting to scribble under his chin, getting screamy laughter and squeals.

Dazai’s howling drew the attention of passersby, some shaking their heads, most not paying attention to the flailing teen in his friend’s arms. His shoulders were hiked up to his ears, hands scrabbling to pull Chuuya’s wiggling fingers out of the horribly ticklish spots where his neck met his shoulders.

Chuuya pinched gently down his sides and prodded at the taller boy’s hips. Dazai jerked forward and almost lost his balance, “Nononononohoho! Dohon’t you dahahAHARE-”

“Who’s laughing now, hm?” Chuuya whispered next to Dazai’s ear with a crowing expression. This was a sight. The high and mighty mackerel; all but reduced to a squirming, cackling, mess in the middle of a train platform during afternoon rush. His eyes sparkled with giddy tears and his mouth was stretched wide in a dazzling laugh that showed just how much fun he was having. Although, he had lost most of his composure. Dazai barely had enough strength to push at the attacking hands, his giggle wracked state sapped of resistance.

After a few more seconds, Dazai threw his head back in silent hiccups, letting Chuuya know to back off and stabilize him against the wall. He was practically holding the lanky 15 year old up by his shoulders, which were still shaking with residual giggles from the previous onslaught.

Dazai was always loopy after laughing this hard, something Chuuya had only seen in rare moments with Oda. He could count on one hand the times he saw Dazai’s genuine mirth, so the memory was bookmarked in the back of his mind. As their train approached with a screech and a gentle woman’s voice came over the PA, Chuuya snagged two seats by the door and plopped Dazai down.

Chuuya had given him the coveted window seat. Although the view of brick walls and swarming people wasn’t much, it meant Dazai had something to occupy his wavering attention span.

After a few moments of silence, the train took off and Dazai finally remembered the question Chuuya had never answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As you pondered over the math question, your hand subconsciously drifted down to your stomach, your blunt nails gently tracing over the skin. It made you jump and a wobbly smile made its way onto your face.

You had always used this method to self-soothe, tickling, especially gentle, always got you in a better mood

Continuing to mimic someone else's hands skittering over your stomach, you squeaked, soft huffs of laughter spilling out as you gripped the pencil tighter, eventually having too much fun to pay attention to your math. Your nails came around to your neck and under your knees, making you scrunch a bit. You switched quickly between spots, eventually giggling quietly and spinning around in your chair kicking your feet. You were just feeling really giddy until you heard a low chuckle.

There was Lucifer, leaning on your doorframe, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.

“Having fun there, MC?” Your face was on fire, and you scrambled for your homework to cover your face, only your eyes peeking out

“How-when-uh. W-why are you here Lucifer? It’s late.”

“Well, I was coming up to talk to you about Mammon’s recent outburst, but you seem…distracted,” he started picking at his nails idly before smirking and maintaining direct eye contact to make you squirm

You groaned and turned away from him, feeling embarrassed, not noticing how he was walking towards you

In one swift movement he picked you up from where you were sitting and planted himself down on your chair, settling you on his lap. “All you had to do was ask. Now, let's pick up where you left off, shall we?”

Mammon

Mammon is all about physical affection, whether it’s romantic or platonic, makes him feel assured and especially values it from people he’s close to

He’s always hanging off one of his brothers or swinging an arm around MC as they walk to class, he relishes having people close

So when he learns you’re ticklish, he will absolutely take advantage of it bc, it’s another way to bond with you!

and you look adorable with a giggly smile and squinty eyes, he can’t get enough of it

Feel like he’s a switch in general bc he just loves both sides of it bc it lets him have fun with his lee but when it comes to MC, he’s a playful, soft ler

Cause he’s always worried about breaking his human y’know?

Loves to cuddle with you and have you lay back on him, all cozy, and then trace shapes into your sides and tummy to make you laugh sweetly, or just quietly squirm in his arms

Although, he never wants to make you uncomfortable, so he will stop just when you’re having fun, a gentle smile on his face, he doesn’t want this time to end soon so he makes sure you’re not overwhelmed or overstimulated by the tickles, because he knows that they can be a lot for some people

but his heart will absolutely melt if you tuck your head into his chest and quietly ask for more because, you??? Enjoying this as much as he does???

if he could die again he would

Mams adores you

Leviathan

Already headcanon this boy as touch starved, he loves physical affection but often has a large mental block towards it because he doesn’t feel like he is deserving of it most of the time

But after he gets closer with MC and they teach him to be more confident in himself, he finds himself becoming increasingly fond of their affection

Levi spends most of his time on forums and talking to people online, like most of us, he probably went looking for other people to talk about his feelings with and in doing so, he found the tickle community himself. Its not something he would ever admit to someone else, at least not unprovoked.

You and Levi were watching the newest episode of How Can My Best Friend Secretly Have The Same Interest as Me? in his room, both of you swaddled in blankets and smushed together.

As high pitched laughter came through the screen, you felt Levi tense up beside you as your cheeks also flushed a bit. There was a tickle scene in this episode, the main character was wrecking their nerdy best friend because he wouldn’t give their manga back. As the character on screen snorted through their giggles you couldn’t help but coo, this was just adorable!

Levi’s eyes went wide, and he squirmed a bit into you, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Levi? You okay?” His mind was racing a mile a minute, he couldn’t tell you! What if you found him weird? He was just a yucky otaku, why in the world would you want to put your hands on him, let alone tickle him, wh-

Your arms wrapped around him and you squeezed his sides with slow, gentle pressure to pull him out of his head. “Levi? Something wrong? You’re very squirmy, are you- ohhhhh~”

You smiled down at him gently with a mischievous look in your eyes, “Levi, are you ticklish?” He squeaked and leaned into the gentle squeezes, shaking his head, but not verbally denying it. “Well, I’ll just have to do some investigating I guess!” You took your hands off him and unfurled the blanket monster, seeing a wonderfully blushing demon trying to hide his wobbly smile. He could have easily pushed you off or scooted backwards, but instead he leaned into your shoulder, anticipatory giggles muffled by your shirt.

You almost combusted right then and there because he was just so cute, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Gentle tickles up his sides and back made him squirm and giggle into you, all while hiding his face and eventually hugging you, his arms wrapped securely around your torso as you tickles him to happy little pieces.

So Nick doesn’t have the greatest relationship with tickles because his brother always pushed him around and basically like he never really had fun when being tickled because it reminded him of his brother and his brother is an asshole

Charlie on the other hand loves it because its a great way to bond with his siblings and they have regular tickle fights (which is canon in the comics!)

So one day when Char is sitting in Nicks lap, they’re both relaxing and Charlie is like playing on his switch or smth while Nick is watching him and just idly tracing little shapes into his sides

Charlie hadn’t mentioned the little detail that he was ticklish to Nick yet and he knew that he would exploit it as soon as he found out, like any boyfriend would

So he’s just fighting the boss with frantic button clicking as he’s trying not to laugh and melt into Nicks hand at the same time

But as soon as Nick reaches the spot where his side meets his tummy he just can’t anymore and squirms into Nick with a little laugh but Nick is all like “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were ticklish” and just like puts his hands to the sides so Charlie can readjust

But Char is confused so he just goes back to playing his game. But Nick has now gone stiff and he is not holding Charlie anymore, there are no hands petting his hair or rubbing down his sides and this is a problem

So he just looks up at Nick and goes “you know you can touch me, right? I’m not going to break” and moves his hands back to his sides, snuggling back up, and Nick thinks this is the absolute cutest thing ever

From there Nick’s brain turns back on and he slips into gentle traces again just because he doesn’t think of it, and cue Charlie with these soft squeaks and hums when he reaches a sensitive spot, and again, Nick pulls away

And now Charlie is really confused and he straight up like turns around and looks at Nick, “You know you can tickle me right? It’s basically the boyfriend right of passage” (its totally not like he wanted Nick to do it or anything) but Nick is just like “wait, really?????”

Cause he’s like genuinely surprised because he didn’t want to make Charlie uncomfortable but here he is with a little pout literally asking for it

“Well, I definitely have to try this” and he just tackles Charlie back onto the floor and just gives him the most gentle of tickles, even though Nick has probably destroyed Charlie in rugby multiple times, this is where he decides to be gentle

And Charlie loves him for it

As for Nick, I feel like he would not be comfortable with anyone else doing it to him except Charlie, because Charlie can read him the best and he knows when to stop, but when its with him i feel like he feels comfortable and like he doesn’t have to put up a front about being strong, he can just laugh and be silly with his best friend you know

One of his favorite activities is to read books to you. He loves the intimacy of it just as much as you love his soothing voice, and Satan loves being able to share his favorite stories with someone so special

If you started to get sleepy, he would normally just smile and let you doze off into his shoulder, but today he was feeling devious, and it was an action/adventure book so he didn’t understand why you were so tired! It was so exciting!

So he’ll change the comforting rubs on your back as you drift off slightly, to curling his manicured nails around your sides, making you jolt

He would snicker under his breath, forgetting about the book and placing it to the side, trying to make you squirm was his top priority right now. Not to his surprise, you started giggling and nuzzled into his shoulder so he pulled his hands away with a chuckle and went back to rubbing your back. What he didn’t expect was for you to whine, reach for his hand again, and put it back on your sides. “More, please?”

He blushed for sure and he kept tracing tickly circles into your sides, diving for your tummy to make your laughter pitch up, but always coming back to them to hear your content laughter. Once he finds out you’re in the community, when he asks about it later (when you’re not half asleep) and you blush fire engine red and stutter through your words

He knows all the terms and exactly what teases get you the most, calls you “gigglecat” all the time because he usually calls you kitten

Overall, soft and accepting Satan that thinks you’re the absolute cutest thing in the world

Asmodeus

Oh you better believe Asmo knows ab the community, man’s loves any form of positive touch out there, so he knows about this one. He’d probably know you like it before any of the brothers because of how well you respond to physical affection (his thing) and how you love to be playful with him and the brothers

He notices that almost every argument or debate you start usually ends in a tickle fight, and while you’re a formidable opponent, he can tell that you start them on purpose. One day while he’s doing your nails, (either putting a fresh set on or giving you a manicure/routine clean up) he mentions how you’re probably just going to use them for tickle weapons.

You look caught off guard and laugh at his statement, but he follows up with “it’s okay, I like tickles, especially if they’re from you, so don’t hesitate to use those, darling~”

To say that you are shocked, confused, and elated is an understatement

The anticipation sets in for the both of you because you both know that the second your nails are taken care of, you’re tackling Asmo to his bed and wrecking him for being so adorable

But remember, his nails are just as bad, and he would love to get his hands on you and find all the spots that make you squeal, squeak, and squirm

Beelzebub

Let’s just say that this man is a cuddle bug but only if you ask

He’s the type of person that craves affection but will never ask for it and will just be pouty until someone notices

Usually Belphie picks up on it pretty easily, twin telepathy and all, but when you arrive, Beel seems to crave the validation from affection even more

He will often be seen draped over your shoulder, face buried into your back, or giving you piggy back rides as an excuse to be close to you “humans should watch how much they walk, you can get tired easily. here, let me help-“

And you love these little moments just as much as he does, the feeling of being held safely in his arms is comforting, you often find yourself seeking him out for a late night movie session or midnight snack that ends in a cuddle pile

When you tell him that you like tickles, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Sure, he had seen you goofing off with his brothers but he never did it himself, worried about hurting you in the process

But whenever you asked, or whenever you wanted them, Belphie can instantly tell because Beel’s happiness and joy at seeing you laugh, making you happy, is infectious

Belphie

Okay let’s get one thing clear

This man is indeed a cuddle monster but he hates being tickled, he’s honestly just too ticklish for his own good and can’t stand it at all

So when you’re cuddling one day and he accidentally tickles you, he apologizes immediately, because after years of his brothers wrecking him, he knows how it can be a bit touchy for some people

But he’s surprised when you move closer to him, smiling shyly, saying “I don’t mind”

He asks you to elaborate and at first? He doesn’t understand why anyone would like it. Because he hates it himself, but as soon as he tries tickling your side again and seeing how your face scrunches up in mirth, he’s hooked

So teasy oh my god

Like you are never living this down ever

He likes to embarrass you for it, finds literally any excuse to do it

He learns what you like and what you don’t, he’s always very gentle with you, especially if you ask him because you’re in a mood

But that doesn’t mean he won’t absolutely wreck you to pieces

Beel noticed the fatigue in your eyes, how you weren’t eating as much, and grew a bit worried, he cares about you and can always tell when something is off with your health. This side effect had made itself known the first time you went up to the human world with Lucifer, Satan, and Mammon. You had been bedridden for a couple of days before Asmo called Solomon in. He explained that your body was not strong enough yet to go world-hopping frequently and that this was a natural part of getting used to it.

And so, the awkward few days you settled back into the Devildom environment were usually spent with the brothers doting on you in their own way

You were currently trying to help Beel finish his embroidery for Devildom Home Economics, his hands were not as nimble as yours and his strength caused him to rip the delicate fabric every once in a while.

He enjoyed spending this time with you, but he noticed the bags under your eyes and how dehydrated you looked. “MC, when was the last time you drank water or had something to eat?”

You blink owlishly at him and try to think back to this morning, you had only eaten a piece of toast with Hell Poison Honey. It was already three hours past lunchtime, and you did feel a bit peckish.

He would lecture you about making sure you were eating enough to stay healthy, and subconsciously pull you closer to him, so you were almost on his lap

He supports your back with his arm and lets you lean into his chest, smiling as you giggle a bit at his concern.

“What are you laughing at, MC? This is a serious conversation,” he would say with furrowed brows and a mischievous smile. It wasn’t often you saw this side of him, the playful aura wasn’t as common as his usual careful, sweet, demeanor. He would scribble up and down your sides to get you giggling, making sure you were okay with the attention every step of the way, always checking in on you when he went to pinch at your ribs or blow a raspberry at your neck.

Beel would totally pretend you were his afternoon snack, nibbling on your sides and bringing your tummy up for him to nuzzle against. He would listen to it and tell you “You see, I can hear that you need to be feeding it more, its not happy! Don’t worry, I’ll give it some rasperries to make it feel full.”

Cue dozens of sweet raspberries all over your sides and tummy, strong arsm still holding you up as you squirm around. He loves to hear you laugh, have you close to him, so he can make you happy and warm.

Hes literally a huge teddy bear, he would use his fluffy hair to swoop across your sensitive torso, his stubble grazing against you hips as he nibbles on them as well. “You never told me you were so delicious, MC! I could just eat you up!”

Eventually he just slows to tummy rubs to make you relax against him, gently scratching your scalp and playing with your hair. He adored moments like this, and he loves when he gets to have you all to himself.

Until your stomach growls

Beel would practically run to the kitchen to make something for you to eat after you tell him, not leaving himself out of course. He’s an excellent cook, he takes classes from Barbatos as well as Luke to learn how to make human cuisine and celestial meals so he can sample them all in his free time

He makes your favorite sandwich and crashes on the couch again, using his newly fashioned embroidery project to wipe his mouth

You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears, you guys had worked for an hour and a half on this project and now it had Hell Sauce all over it????

Mammon was very grateful for the stuff you lent him and promised to pay you back tenfold once get got a hold of the money. And you knew he was good for it because occasionally, you would find little gifts on your desk with a gold embellishment that could only belong to him. However, it had been three weeks since and he had been pestering you and the brothers more than usual. So the logical solution was to mess with him.

You waited until that night, it was an hour before dinner and you had just finished studying with Beel and Asmo. After you deposited the books in your room, you made your way to Mammon’s hearing some jazz playing through the door.

You knocked before swinging it open to see Mammon with his feet propped up on his desk, scrolling through stocks on the DDSE. He tipped his head back from where he was in his chair, almost leaning too far and falling backward before he caught himself, scrambling for purchase on his desk.

“-*cough*- What’s up, MC? Ya need somethin’?” he brushed off casually, red staining his cheeks.

“Mammon, I-I..” you stammered as you made your way over to his desk. “Something came over me, I don’t know what’s happening,” You slumped into his arms, leaning on him with your hands gripped on his shoulders.

“MC?!? Here, let's sit down,” he led you over to the couch waving his arms like a panicked mother hen.

You groaned and held your hand to your head, “I feel weird all of a sudden, its almost like I’m… changing!” He let out an exasperated noise, shaking you by your shoulders lightly. “W-we need to get you to Solomon, he might know what’s going on!”

He reached for his DDD, only to have his wrist grabbed and pinned to the side of the couch. “I can’t hold it back! I’m turning into my final form!” You bit your lip trying not to laugh, as you swung your legs over his, pushing Mammon back into the couch pillows.

“M-MC, what are yaAHAhA!” Mammon’s face went from incredulous to bewildered as he wrapped his arms around his torso, trapping your wiggling fingers from advancing further up into his armpits. “I’m not MC, I’m the tickle monster! RAHHH!”

You could see the panic melt off his face, but nervous excitement replaced it. His laugh was composed of bright cackles that bounced all over the room, assorted squeaks slipping out when you scratched lightly between the bones of his upper ribs. “YouhoHOU’re nahAHat a mohohoNSthEher, Luhucifer is wahahay wohorse than you!” he taunted, his teasing nature shining through his squirming.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you lean in front of his nose, mouth quirking up in a smirk. “Oh, really? Is that so?” You chuckled darkly and began to knead into his tummy, making him arch his back up into your hand with renewed titters.

A loud squeal followed by frantic giggles escaped his lips as you found a soft spot just below his belly button. Digging into the pudge and vibrating your fingers made him thrash, while gently skittering your nails there made him curl up to meet you before crashing back down on the couch. “You’ll learn, not to underestimate me Mammon!”

He howled when you dug circles into his hips, eyes shutting tight and hands coming to grip your wrists, though surprisingly, not trying to push you away. “MC, NAHAHAT THEHEHERE -snrk- WHAHAHAHAT DIHID I DOHOHO?” You tapped your fingertips over his hipbones to give him a bit of a break and answer his question.

“Well, you owe me some Grimm, so you’re paying me back. With your laughter!” You watched as Mammon’s face went ten shades of red and he covered his face before dragging his hands down his cheeks indignantly. “Laughs ain’t a valid Devildom currency! I should know, human, they aren’t even crypto- HEY!”

Mammon squawked as you started up again on his tummy, making him throw his head back in a flurry of cackles. “They are in my book! Plus, you need to lighten up, I can tell you’ve been stressed lately,” you voiced, enunciating your statement with pokes around his sides and upper thighs. He squeaked and squirmed around with uncontrollable giggles when you got to his thighs, making you coo affectionately when he halfheartedly came down to bat at your hands. “Did I find a giggle spot, Mams?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup! You found nahahathing!” He slapped one hand over his mouth and grabbed your poking fingers with the other. You smirked, intertwining your hand with his, pinning it above his head. Mammon’s eyes went wide and his breath hitched at his mistake, small giggles tumbling out of his mouth at what was to come.

You chuckled down at him, tracing around his forearm and bicep to make him melt under your touch with breathy laughter. He was practically a puddle by this point. A wide smile formed uncontrollably on your lips when you saw how still he was trying to be for you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, hair unkempt, cheeks rosy, and still trying to hide his adorable laughter. He could have pushed you off a long time ago without trouble, but you were both having fun, evident by the happiness in both your eyes, the occasional laugh mixing in with Mammon’s.

“Okay, one last thing, and your quota will be met for the day,” you chirped, giving a quick scribble to his bare tummy where his shirt had ridden up. “EEhehehe- gehehet ohohon wihith ihihit- WAIT NAHAHAHAHAO!”

You shuffled further down to sit on his knees and bent over in front of his hips, lowering your chin to rest on his lower tummy. Just this simple action was enough to get him cackling, and he peeked out from behind his fingers to watch what you were going to do next. You decided the best course of action was to nibble on Mammon’s exposed hipbones, barely grazing your teeth across that horrendously ticklish spot. “MC PLEHEHEHEAHSE *snrk!* DOHOHONT!”

You finished by scratching over both hips with your blunt nails and blowing raspberries on his lower tummy which made Mammon screech and almost buck you off. When his cackles went silent, you rubbed the flat of your palms on his hips to dull the sensations, yelping as he pulled you down beside him. His tired laughter sounded like music, you could feel the joy rumbling through his chest as he pulled you into him, sandwiching you comfortably between the couch.

“You happy now?” He looked down at you from above, wrapping his arms around you. “Very! Although, I gotta say, Lucifer’s got some competition. I’m gonna be the ultimate tickle monster in the Devildom by the end of this year,” you boasted, making him fake pout and scoff.

“I really am sorry about the Grimm though, I’ll pay you back soon,” he said quietly, scratching the back of his neck. You popped up and shook your head. “It’s okay! Seeing you smiling and happy is more than enough payback, especially if I’m the one doing it,” you hugged him back, tucking your head into his warm chest.

“You know, that goes both ways, MC,” he whispered with a teasing lilt in his voice, sneakily bringing his hands to skitter up your sides. “Wait- Mammohohon!”