ZESTIAL Lee tickle headcanons! {+ tickle spots rankings}
LEE
||Maybe will get lee moods from time to time but wouldn't know what that is at times||
||Often asks Carmilla or Maestro(sometimes) to tickle him, but he does it in a very confusing and old tongued way of course, so at first they don't understand until he'd mutter "Thy wants said ·· t–tickles.." Probably in a stammer||
||Sometimes asks Odette and Clara to tickle him from time to time and if they do he often calls them "my child" or "daughter" while being tickled on accident and gets a bit embarrassed about it||
||He often uses that cloak to over his ticklish spots, but it'll never work||
||Squirmer, he squirms like a snake slithering around but also curls up at times||
||his biggest weakness to tickles is claws or nails on his ticklish spots||
||Number one is mostly raspberries, he cannot help but start laughing when you blow a raspberries into his worst spots or ticklish spots||
||Can easily admit to being ticklish but embarrassed a bit "Y-yes, I posses sensitivities most of the population have"||
||Gets very very flustered when you tease about his laugh, reactions or ticklish spots||
||Childish teases work on him slightly, it's the matter on how you use it||
||His laugh is very soft at first when tickled, rapid chuckles, but if he's tickled a lot his laugh will get even more undignified and start laughing instead of various chuckles, and maybe even squeal or snort but you didn't hear that from me||
||Most/some overlords don't tickle him because of his appearance and also personality wise he doesn't look quite ticklish||
||Maestro has tickled him from time to time in tea talks, a few pokes and pinches here and there, maybe even a full on tickle session if he thinks his fellow overlord needs it||
||Carmilla loves tickling him as much as Zestial loves tickling her, Carmilla always teases Zestial to the max when tickled, and the two have a code word for tickling incase the other goes too far||
||Carmilla knows all of Zestial's weaknesses to tickling, weak spots, the way to tease him properly, mostly everything||
||I think if he even had knees/legs- he'd be ticklish in the backs of his knees or legs a little but not extremely||
||His little spider thingys are ticklish!||
||His most ticklish spot would 100% be his armpits, I mean we never see him without his arms by his side or under that coat for a reason? [I'm delusional]||
||Enjoys being tickled on his underchin or stomach(mostly stomach) but will never admit it however he does squirm a little when tickled there, he just lets it happen||
||Cannot keep his arms up for the life of him||
||often will hide his face in tickling out of embarrassment/shyness of anything seeing his smile or laugh||
||80% of the turns his laugh is also very deep and lowly pitched, and he often can't speak through a lot of laughter so it comes out as gibberish||
||His spider things curl when tickled||
||Maestro and Carmilla often enjoy his Laugh a lot||
||Vox tried to tickle him once and even if he did find out he was ticklish and made him chuckle, he got tickled for an hour until he apologized and surrendered||
||Gets flustered the most when teased about his status or how ticklish he is in a certain area, childish teases again doesn't work much but I'm sure saying "tickle" over and over will get him flustered a bit||
||Cannot say the word "tummy/belly" at all and hearing it makes him flustered as well||
||His blush is a often a blackish tint/hue||
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That's all for Lee Zestial! (For now)
Tickle spots
||Stomach - 8.5/10 he would definitely curl into a small ball when tickled here, he also is more ticklish to stomach raspberries rather then normal tickles there, sensitive to nails and claws on there the most, he would never admit he enjoys being tickled here in his lee moods||
||Sides - 8/10 A little more ticklish than his stomach but not much more, he probably wouldn't break much here but definitely laughing||
||Hips - 7.5/10 It will definitely get a few chuckles and laughs here and then when squeezed at times||
||Ribs - 8.5/10 like sides not too ticklish but still normally and a good amount ticklish to the point he'd be laughing||
||Armpits - 12/10 (most ticklish) HE IS BREAKING AND FOLDIN IN 2 SECONDS MAX, he cannot keep his arms up if you ask nor not break and surrender when you get here, however he has strong grip so it's hard to pin his arms up||
||Arms/legs - 4/10 Not much, maybe a small chuckle or two but not really||
||Back of knees - 7/10 pretty good spot but also he wouldn't laugh too much here but definitely a few chuckles||
||Palms - 9/10 very ticklish palms, he would try to keep his hands in fish because of it, ticklish a lot when you trace shapes or letters onto his palms||
||Neck - 10/10 Very ticklish neck, he cannot keep his shoulders and neck still out of tickles 95% of the time||
||Jawline/jaw - 8/10 He's actually a bit or pretty ticklish if you trace and scratch his jawline, but will get sleepy if you tickle here for too long||
||Back - 8/10 Not much ticklish but definitely back scratches up and down his spine would get him giggly/laughing||
||Shoulders - 6/10 Not much ticklish here unless you're scratching or massaging his shoulders he's probably get giggly||
||Feet - 3/10 No one really tickles here for Zestial and he isn't much ticklish here because of it||
||Under the chin - 8/10 Not a bad spot but he's definitely ticklish here and laughs a bit when ticklish here, will get sleepy when tickled here for too long like his jawline||
||Little spider antenna's - 10/10 extremely ticklish, to scratches or rubbing his little attenas around his neck he will be laughing and squirming, they do curl up and twitch sometimes when tickled there||
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Here's the lee!zestial ler!carmilla fic that I promised! It took me awhile because I was busy and fighting with the way Zestial talks lol
Takes place during/right after S1 E8
Warnings: Ticklefic, alittle Zestmilla (completely SFW, all of my fics always are), some graphic violence (blood), some irrelevant ocs added for plot
Enjoy!
Zestial’s lanky form moved deftly between deep pools of shadow, his green eyes narrowed against the early morning glare. Every resident in Hell was well aware of the early extermination happening, and Zestial was no exception. Carmilla was to be on the other side of sin city; both of them were making sure that everything was secured and prepared in the worst-case scenario that the hotel that the angels were currently attacking fell and everyone else was put in danger.
While Zestial wasn’t necessarily the best fit for the job due to the almost guaranteed absolute terror of anyone who saw him, he was still useful for quick recon due to his speed and agility, as well as his ability to stay nearly invisible in the later hours of the late afternoon, night, and the darker hours of early morning. Zestial lunged from one rooftop to another, his "cloak" snapping out to act as a pair of wings, allowing him to glide silently between them.
The bright green hues of the insides of his wings were still very obviously visible, so he was careful to maintain a closed posture when possible. No sinners seemed to have noticed him yet, and everyone seemed to have taken Carmilla’s advice and turned to the refuge of their respective homes and shops, preparing for the worst case scenario. Carmilla’s people were his people, and he would see to it that he took every precaution he could to keep them safe.
A commotion in the street below caught his attention, and the overlord was surprised and somewhat startled to see a group of angry demons, all from Carmilla’s domain, angrily shouting at one another. It appeared that the situation may soon escalate to violence. Wincing internally, Zestial made his presence known, gliding down the side of the building and landing a few feet away from the tussle, eyes narrowed, mouth drawn in a thin line. His message was clear.
To his relief, no one set themselves on fire, instead fleeing to homes on either side of the street with loud shrieks of alarm and terror. Zestial was off again before anyone else could notice, his lithe silhouette quickly becoming one with the paling shadows. He was running out of time. By the time he had finished his rotation and headed back towards the meetup point with Carmilla, nearly half an hour had passed. The extermination must nearly have come to an end now; either for the Morningstars or the angels he was unsure.
Either way, it seemed that everyone under Carmilla’s protection was safe. Zestial was lost in his thoughts as he slid around a corner, their base just on the other side. His four eyes widened involuntarily at the sight he’d stumbled upon; two angels circling none other than Carmilla, somehow trapped hopelessly beneath an immense slab of debris, her daughters nowhere in sight. The smaller of the two great angels he knew all too well; it was none other than Timothy, one of Adam’s third son’s descendants.
The angels seemed unaware of his presence for the moment, though Zestial knew that Carmilla’s time was short in her current situation. Stuck almost in a state of shocked stupor, Zestial watched for a fraction of a millisecond at the unlikeliness of this whole situation. While more than able to defend herself against any exorcist, she was unable to free herself and at the mercy of the angel and rouge seraphim, who were now closing in like birds of prey on a carcass that had long been left to rot.
Without thinking, Zestial moved. The larger of the two angels had her back to him, and she wasn’t prepared to have something of Zestial’s strength and power crashing down on her from behind. Timothy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowed in shocked disgust at the sight of the one demon he hated most. The female seraphim went down with the demon, the blows that should’ve taken her life instantly useless due to her angelic nature and Zestial’s lack of angelic steel. Still, it sent the feathery exorcist reeling, rolling back to her feet with a hiss.
Zestial was up again, between them and Carmilla, who seemed equally as shocked to see him. The two angels circled closer, their eyes narrowed with silent rage. No one bothered to say anything, everyone knew what they wanted and no one was anyone for excessive words. Zestial recognized the female seraphim now; it was none other than Lucy, one of Sera’s attendants. She was supposedly a traitor, and had been stripped of her title as seraphim. The two angels twirled their weapons, not wasting a single second to strike. They both well knew the threat that Zestial posed.
The unarmed demon deftly evaded every strike, every hit of his that landed home bouncing off harmlessly due to the fact that only angelic steel could harm or murder any angel, though the debris around them was still a danger to demon and heavenly body alike. However, he was succeeding in his goal of keeping them at bay, every powerful and calculated strike sending them reeling back only to come surging forwards again.
These two didn’t fight like any ordinary excorcists; there was a certain deadly, calculated grace to their movements that almost perfectly mirrored Zestial’s own, lacking the wild and careless abandon that most angels fought with. They knew what he was capable of and the threat that he posed. They saw what he loved most, and they wanted to destroy it. He was not going to let that happen. Zestial wasn’t sure where this stalemate was going to go, though his endurance proved unwavering as he continued to drive the vicious duo back.
He silently wished he could free Carmilla, but the faintest misstep would mean certain death, and she didn’t currently seem to be in any mortal peril of being crushed to death due to the position of the rubble around her. The faintest rustle of movement caught his attention for a fraction of a second, but it was enough to earn a graze to one of his cheeks, a thin trickle of blood running down the side of his face. Timothy’s lips curled up in triumph at the minor laceration. He would end this horrid beast yet. Zestial had seen all he needed to see to understand.
Odette stood just a few feet away, her eyes wide with alarm at the sight of her mother trapped and Zestial’s vicious fight with the angels, both parties tied up in a deadly sort of dance. Carmilla herself was stunned speechless with the way that Zestail fought; his lithe and powerful body coiling and turning and elongating with each blow and strike that he dealt, all of it laced up into his own rhythm.
In all of the years that she’d known him, the older overlord had engaged in many a conflict, but always gentle and placid, never actually resorting to physicality unless absolutely necessary. The few times that that had happened had been quick and swift and almost subtle, the rippling way that he moved had always entranced her. In the fraction of a second that the angels laid their eyes on Odette, it all happened.
Clara’s terrified shriek of warning to her sister pierced the air, the other girl huddled in the safety of the doorframe, an arm extended towards her frozen sister. Timothy hated Zestial with a burning passion, and his girlfriend Lucy shared that same appeal. She saw the perfect way to bring everything that he was crashing down, from her current position behind Timothy as he covered for her, fallen from one of the cursed demon’s perfect strikes.
Odette’s eyes were fixed on the gleaming spear that Lucy had hurled, its trajectory sound and direct. Carmilla roared with the rage that only a mother can express when something that she loves so dearly is threatened, lashing beneath the rocks that were her harmless prison, keeping her from saving one of the few things that she loved most. Zestial registered the gleaming point of deadly accuracy from the corner of his peripheral, and he moved yet again without thinking.
It was pure instinct, driven by that vicious desire to protect what was his. He hurled himself beneath the silver projectile and Odette, hissing in agony as it skewered straight through his shoulder and out his back, sending a splurt of crimson sky high. Lucy’s eyes widened in slight shock, then delight at the sight of the demon’s injury.
However, she realized her folly much too late. Without missing a single pulsing beat, Zestial tore the gleaming weapon from his torso and deflected a killing blow from Timothy with his other limb, skewering the male angel straight through the chest. The seraphim’s eyes widened in rage as he collapsed backwards, coughing up blood. Zestial tore the weapon from his chest and was there to meet an enraged Lucy as she descended upon him, furious at the sight of her dying comrade and love.
He slashed out her eyes with one fluid motion, taking one of her great spiraling horns along with it. The diminished seraphim reeled back, cursing and spitting as gold splattered across Zestial’s chest and face, his wings flared wide in open defiance of the two angels. Timothy snarled, dragging his bleeding body in front of the other broken angel, wielding his own remaining spear.
He knew they had lost the battle; now that Zestial was armed their death was imminent, though the dying male showed no fear before the great overlord. He would protect what was his. Zestial whipped the point of his own spear to Timothy’s throat, his eyes narrowed.
“Begone from this place, angel.” Zestial’s voice was a low, deadly hiss that mirrored the fury of the two angels that now were at his mercy, the pale gold of their lifeblood pooling at his feet. Cursing, Lucy stooped blindly to pick up the bleeding Timothy, flaring her six wings that were stripped of their eyes as he wrapped his arms around her neck.
“Let me be your eyes.” His quiet, sophisticated voice was laced with love, though his eyes screamed furious murder at Zestial. Lucy nodded, preparing to leap into the sky. “This isn’t over, Zestial.” Timothy hissed, the gurgle of his own blood in his throat audible through the declaration to all present. The overlord squared his shoulders, wincing internally at the pain that radiated from his right one, his own blood leaking to his feet.
“Dost thou believe that I misspoke? I told thee to taketh what is thine and depart at once.” Zestial’s voice was level, but there was a gilded and razor-sharp edge under the smoothness of the exterior, a deadly threat to take what was his and leave or else there would be dire consequences for both of them. Timothy cursed Zestial’s name once more as Lucy sprung upward, her great six wings whipping and snapping as the two of them rose.
Carmilla watched the angels go in stunned silence, relief and shock covering her face as the whole situation dawned on her. Odette still stood a few feet behind Zestial, motionless and seemingly in a daze. Clara scrambled to her feet from the doorframe and rushed over as soon as Zestial moved, lumbering over to where Carmilla was trapped and heaving against the great stone slab, lifting it enough to where the now very vocal Carmilla could free herself, seemingly released from her initial silence.
“Zestial! Great heavens, you're covered in more of your own blood than theirs! You could’ve died!” Carmilla ranted as Zestial hurled the great rock aside, breathing heavily as crimson pooled at his feet. Odette watched the exchange with shock in her eyes, barely able to form words. “You… saved my life.” Her voice was thin and unbelieving, something deep within her chest that still longed for the replacement of her long lost father pulling at her. Zestail smiled fondly, a small amount of blood trickling from the side of his mouth.
“I assure thee, I did but what was requisite. I shall be well enough, Carmilla.” Zestial intoned to the frantic Carmilla, her eyes flying over his entire body in search of any further life threatening injuries. “Nonsense! We have to get you inside and this mess cleaned up before you bleed out and die, you dolt. Inside, now.” With a weak chuckle, Zestial complied, leaning heavily on the support that Carmilla seemed vicious to give, and Odette and Clara scrambled to support the bleeding overlord as well, seemingly uncaring of the crimson staining their clothes.
“Ladies, thou wilt soil thine carpets and garments…” Zestial admonished as they led as they led him through the entrance, Clara shutting the door behind them as Carmilla unceremoniously dumped him in the middle of the hardwood floor, rushing off to get medical supplies as she hollered over her shoulder for her daughters to keep pressure over the greatest of his wounds, which they were already intent on doing.
Zestial narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, the room pulsing in and out with each aching throb of his heart as more and more blood slowly pooled onto the floor as the seconds ticked by. The cut on his cheek stung, but it was nothing compared to the twisting agony of the hole in his shoulder, and the dull sting of the deep tear in his wing as it had cut through it to reach through his back. Carmilla was back with the modified first aid kit in less than a minute, though it felt far too long for Zestial.
Kneeling down beside him the great pool of red, Carmilla frantically flipped through it, snapping at Zetial to stay with her as she attempted to save his life without her or either of her daughters having any more medical knowledge than the next person. Gritting her teeth, Carmilla removed the suture needle and the medical thread, eyes narrowed. While she had been a talented seamstress in her past life as well as a dancer, her knowledge was rusty and she was unsure of just how much Zestial could guide her in his current condition.
“Zestial, I’m afraid that we may have to take you to see an actual medical professional, though there may not be time enough to get you there.” Carmilla hissed, eyeing the thin wound on the right side of his upper torso that she could see the floor through. Zestial grimaced, seeming to concentrate. “No reason for that, Carmilla. Bind it up the best thou canst. I promise thee I shall fare alright.”
He rumbled. Carmilla balked, her eyes wide. “Without proper sedatives? Won’t it hurt? I also have no clue what I’m-” Zestial’s low voice cut her off, low and authoritative. “Bind it. All will be well. I shall instruct thee.” Carmilla hissed in frustration, whipping the thread through the needle.
“If you die, I’m going to kill you.” She spat. Zestial’s eyes were fixed steadily on hers, his mouth set in a thin line. She finally huffed, motioning for Odette and Clara to move their hands, which they hastily obliged to do. Carmilla unbuttoned his vest and tore back his dress shirt, exposing the gaping wound that was the main result of all of the blood pooling to the ground around them.
His brawny ebony chest rippled, cool to the touch despite all of the warm liquid slowly trickling across his torso. Carmilla’s daughters watched with wide eyes as Carmilla tied a knot and prepared to set the needle. “Alright, I’m listening.” She sighed, resigned. Zestial nodded, his low voice steady as he walked her through how to properly stitch up the wound.
Her hands knew the patterns of tight and neat, and she found that they did not fail her. Zestial’s voice remained even and unstrained through it all, despite the pain and agony he must currently be going through. By the time she finished, he rolled over to his front and tossed his entire shirt aside, allowing her to bind up the other gaping hole in his back.
When she asked him about the ligaments, he assured her he could bind them now that they were touching. She repeated the process with his wing, and even his cheek; despite the cut being so minor, it still wouldn’t stop bleeding even when decent pressure was applied. When she asked about the strange nature his wounds acted in after Zestial had rolled back over, he was silent for a moment as his whole chest seemed to ripple as ligaments finally knitted together rapidly inside of him before he bothered to elaborate.
“It is the kind of angelic steel that was employed. Most ordinary wounds can be regenerated instantly, leading to a manner of invulnerability. Nevertheless, Timothy and Lucy possessed better judgement than that. Of my few weaknesses, they chose to exploit the one that doth make anything organic cut by that very material unable to close or regenerate unless re-joined by outside forces. When touching again, I myself can mend it.” He winced, the fresh cut on his wing fading into a scar.
Carmilla blinked in surprise, nodding slowly. It seemed the strange steel had also affected his powers, as he had been strangely physical during the fight instead of relying on dissipation, speed, or some kind of other intimidation tactic. She examined his current condition. The cut on his cheek had faded into a pale scar as well, though the neatly stitched wound through his shoulder appeared to be taking longer. “I’m going to disinfect that for you, regardless. Run along and get cleaned up now, girls.” She told her daughters as she removed a bottle of anti-septic and a pad to apply it with from the unusual kit.
She absently wondered how any form of stitches in general had come to be in such a kit, but she wasn’t complaining. Odette and Clara nodded, rising to their feet and hurrying off to clean the blood that stained their clothes that they suddenly seemed to be so aware of. Careless of her current bloody condition, Carmilla gently wiped around the stitches of the wound in Zestial’s shoulder, brow furrowed. “Do you want me to remove the stitches in your wing and on your face? Those don’t seem necessary anymore.” Zestial shifted slightly to a more comfortable position, his bottom right eye twitching slightly at the burning sting of the anti-septic.
“Fret not, dearest Carmilla. I can accomplish it myself hereafter.” He assured her. Carmilla nodded, surveying the situation at hand, from Zestial’s state to her own blood-soaked clothes and the floor. “Can you move without injuring yourself?” Carmilla asked, motioning to the mess that was currently the floor. Zestial chuckled, nodding. “I assure thee I can.” Carmilla nodded, rising from his side and going to fetch the mop as Zestial attempted to rise then crumpled down again with a muttered curse. Carmilla dropped what she was doing and rushed over to him, eyes wide. “Zestial! You're in no condition to be standing.” She huffed, pulling him away from the blood puddle to a cleaner part of the floor.
The overlord’s eyes seemed to flicker the other way, despite their lack of pupils. “It may be more dire than I initially bethought…” He mumbled, allowing Carmilla to man-handle him as she bustled about, cleaning up the mess and scolding him all the while. He just laid there on the floor, absorbing every stinging word that was thrown his way. Eventually Carmilla approached him with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge, and despite all of his protests that he could clean himself, Carmilla was having none of it.
She straddled his waist and shushed him, setting about scrubbing his chest and torso to rid it of the dried blood. Zestial huffed as she worked his cheek, mopping the dried blood up from around his eyes and then his wing. As Zestial half-heartedly began to protest again, her sponge grazed the top of one of his ribs, cutting the overlord of mid-sentence in an un-characteristic noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
Carmilla’s eyes widened slightly, though she didn’t push it. She could feel the overlord stiffen beneath her as she continued to work the spot, before shrugging it off and going back to working his chest, feeling him immediately relax. As she cleaned away the blood, she couldn’t help notice how his powerful body rose and fell with each breath, his broad shoulders and powerful chest a striking contrast to the slender, lithe proportions of the rest of his body, his large hands folded neatly behind his head as his green eyes half-lidded in pleasure as the warm water trickled over his throbbing chest, honestly the best he had felt in hours.
Carmilla felt her cheeks involuntarily heating up, and sent up a silent prayer of thanks when it seemed to go unnoticed by the overlord, who had now fully closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Was he… enjoying this? Carmilla exhaled softly, conscious of the blush blazing from her face- had she ever even realized that she felt this way? Did he even bother to share those same emotions? She was lost in her own thoughts when her daughters returned, surprised to see a relatively clean Zestial and a rather dirty Carmilla, seemingly not caring about her current condition.
Carmilla had moved back down below his ribs after cleaning his shoulders, scrubbing right below his ribcage. The sudden move startled Zestial into a quiet chuckle, curling inwards a little on reflex and cursing mentally as Carmilla seemed to snap out of her daze, glancing up at her daughters as she continued to scrub the spot before moving upwards, seemingly unaware of the desperate state Zestial was now in as she harassed his poor ribcage, his body shaking softly with barely-suppressed laughter.
Odette and Clara seemed surprised at first, then greatly amused of the thing that was going right over Carmilla’s head at the moment. “Hello, girls. If you want to get any lunch, I’ll be there in a moment. I think Zestial is stable, though he does need to rest-” she cast the overlord a sidelong glance, her eyes giving him that no-nonsense glare that she was so fond of “-so I’ll probably be joining you soon.”
Zestial exhaled silently in relief when Carmilla let up for a moment, changing out the water on her sponge and going to work the side of his belly, right along his ribcage, humming softly to herself all the while. Zestial’s eyes flared, and it took everything that he had to keep from bursting out into desperate giggles, struggling to stay still. Odette chuckled quietly when Zestial caught her eye, his gaze sharp and threatening, obviously telling her not to give her mother any ideas. However, after his actions earlier, she knew he would never really hurt her.
Casting a mischievous glance at her sister, Odette stooped down beside Zestial’s head, locking eyes with the annoyed overlord for a moment as she spoke directly to her mother, her playful side starting to shine through. This was the perfect opportunity to “thank” him for what he had done earlier; she was sure he needed to loosen up a little after all of that.
“You know, mom, Zestial seems to be squirming an awful lot- we can’t have him tearing out any of those stitches, can we?” The overlord narrowed his eyes, the mouth that was attempting to be a thin line quirking up at the corners as Carmilla continued the ticklish assault now on his hips, leaving him no longer able to hold still.
Carmilla’s eyes widened in realization, and she nodded. “Oh yes, none of that. Zestial, you must stop squirming or else I’ll be forced to take more drastic measures. I can’t have you getting hurt.” Carmilla huffed, changing out the water before going back to viciously scrubbing the spot, catching the overlord off-guard.
Zestial let out a choked response, fighting a losing battle to stay still. “C-carmilla! To w-what end serves-s thi-is matter?” Carmilla’s response was short and to the point. “Getting you clean, obviously. Now since you won’t hold still for me, I suppose I’ll have to call reinforcements. Girls, will you pin him down for me?” Carmilla had realized what was happening at this point, and her own playful nature was starting to rear its head, all attempts to stamp it down unsuccessful as Zestial’s barely contained laughter.
Odette and Clara glanced at each other with delight in their eyes; this was going to be amusing to watch. As they sat down firmly on his wings and pinned his arms above his head before he could register what was happening, Carmilla paused her assault on Zestial’s poor torso to clean out the sponge, leaving the overlord to truly comprehend his dire situation.
Zestial’s eyes were narrowed, his voice laced with obvious annoyance that he was struggling to hide. “Carmilla, this matter is of no need. I do assure you, I am well able to-” He was cut off mid-sentence by Carmilla who had gone back to scrubbing right next to his ribs, near his upper stomach.
The overlord immediately attempted to curl in on himself with a gasp that sounded suspiciously like laughter, though he was unable to do such a thing with Carmilla’s daughters heavy on his arms and wings, the latter half-curled in a useless attempt to protect his torso.
He was already feeling weak due to his recently bound injuries and the minimization of his powers to almost nothing due to the very nature of said injuries for who knew how long, and this assault on his nerves wasn’t currently helping the situation.
Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, Clara spoke up. “Zestial! I thought mom told you to hold still. Why is that so hard?” As she spoke, she dug a devious clawed hand into one of his underarms, raking from his upper ribs up. Zestial’s attempt to respond was cut off as Odette got the message, mirroring her sister’s actions.
This combined with Carmilla’s devoted scrubbing of his upper belly finally caused the overlord to break out into a fit of unmanly giggles, his cheeks burning. His choppy protests were overshadowed by a cooing Carmilla, now fully invested in her daughter’s game. “What’s so funny, Zestial? I can’t seem to recall saying anything.” The overlord shook his head, gritting his teeth in a grimace that was quickly becoming a smile.
“Cahaharmillaha! Why dohohohost thou vheheheex mehehee so?” Zestial lamented through his giggles, tone accusatory. He knew that she knew well what she was doing to him. Carmilla rolled her eyes at his dramatics. “Oh please, it’s not like I’m even doing anything. Keep it up, and I’ll give you something to actually complain about.”
Zestial’s eyes narrowed, his mouth attempting to twist into a scowl. Carmilla didn’t even give him a chance to start, moving to scrubbing the sides and lower part of his stomach. Zestial’s eyes widened, and he bucked beneath her touch, bursting out into loud, deep laughter as the rough sponge cruelly tore into one of the most sensitive parts of his body. Combined with Odette and Clara’s unrelenting assault of his underarms, it was almost unbearable.
Carmilla’s eyes widened in surprise at just how sensitive the overlord was. She could see the slight dilation of his pupils and the faint ripples along his torso as he instinctively attempted to concentrate his full demon form, though it seemed he was too disoriented to do so. She was surprised her daughters were strong enough to pin the writhing overlord down, but he did seem weaker after the incident, or maybe he didn’t hate this as much as he was claiming to.
“THOHOHOU AHAHART CHRUHUHUEL!” Zestial wailed, his powerful legs slamming against the ground as he twisted in her daughters’ grip, well aware of his predicament as he was unable to break free. Carmilla rolled her eyes at his dramatics, raising her voice to be heard over the overlord’s laughter. “What did I tell you? Plus, I’m not done cleaning you. Girls, you may want to fully pin him now.” Carmilla chuckled, anticipating how Zestial would likely react to what she was about to do.
The two of them nodded, grinning evilly as they relented their assault on his underarms and fully shoved his arms into the ground. Zestial put up a half-hearted fight, almost as if accepting he couldn’t free himself from this situation. Carmilla paused to wash the blood from the sponge again, leaving the panting overlord to glare at her, too tired to say anything. Carmilla rolled her eyes, wringing out the sponge. “Oh please, don’t give me that look. I’m nearly done.” Zestial’s jaws twitched as if he was about to say something, but Carmilla was too quick.
She viciously began to scrub the center of his belly, sending the overlord into hysterics as he writhed beneath the contact like a fish out of water. The bright white flashes of his fangs that were normally hidden behind his craggy mouth were now fully visible as he threw his head back and howled in his suave way, laughing too hard to say anything, bucking furiously all the while. Carmilla huffed, struggling to stay on the writhing overlord. “It seems like… I’ll have to… take more… drastic measures.” Carmilla huffed, latching her free hand onto one of his hips and squeezing hard as she continued to scrub his poor stomach.
Zestial’s eyes flared so wide that it seemed they might take up his entire face, and then the overlord’s laughter went silent, the fight completely gone out of him as he suffered beneath that horrible hand latched onto his hip as well as the cruel sponge rubbing his belly raw, allowing Carmilla to finish the job much quicker.
She relented as soon as he was clean, leaving the overlord a puddle of giggling exhaustion on the ground. Her daughters chuckled, releasing his arms, which he wrapped around his torso, snapping his wings in to protect what was hidden beneath. “Thou… art… evil.” Zestial huffed, too tired to rise from the floor, though she could tell he didn’t really mean it. Carmilla chuckled, dropping the sponge into the bucket. “And thou art clean.” Her voice mirrored his usual way of talking, the syllables choppy.
Zestial’s eyes flickered shut, a chuckle of half-hearted protest at her mockery coming from his general direction as the exhausted overlord finally took a moment to rest. Carmilla giggled, patting his back as he rolled onto his side, seemingly comfortable enough on the floor. “Alright, dear. Whatever you say.” Zestial didn’t respond, his body rising and falling rhythmically. She blinked, surprised he was able to fall asleep that fast.
With a soft smile on her face, she rose to go join her daughters who had already slid off for lunch, which was long overdue. She would bring him some when he awoke, but for now she would let him sleep. She knew the exhaustion it took to be an overlord well enough, even a retired one. Sometimes you just needed to allow yourself to rest. She idly reflected on her current messy state. She would have to take care of that after lunch. For now, she would just enjoy the gifts that she had.
*tickles Zestial's sides and pinches* d'awwwwwww is big bad Zestial ticklishhhh? -🛍️
*Soft Rich Chuckles escapes's him as he moves back from the devilish ticklish* "hahahah, I thihihink wehehehe all are righahaht?" *Doesn't escape it much*
Summary - Carmilla has been easier on herself about her work lately, after some convincing from Zestial. However, she has not forgotten about the unconventional method of persuasion he used, and does not plan on letting his stunt slide.
Word Count - 800
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Zestial and Carmilla were in the latter’s office, resting in the two chairs situated in front of her desk. The Overlords were enjoying each other’s company, with Zestial sipping on a cup of tea. Despite the busy lives that they both lead, the old friends made the effort to spend time together at least semi-regularly.
Holding the cup and saucer above his lap, Zestial’s cloak was slightly raised away from his body, displaying his long, slender figure.
As their idle chat reached a natural pause, Zestial took a long sip of his tea before speaking.
“I must say, Carmilla, I am pleased to see thou taking some time for thyself.”
Carmilla gave a soft smile in response.
“Well, I thought about what you said, Zestial. If I keep giving all of my energy away to other people, I may work myself to my second-death.” She chuckled softly. “Taking some time off every now and then allows me to recharge, giving me enough energy to handle my responsibilities without feeling completely drained.”
“Glad to hear it.” Zestial said, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. “I suppose that means I will no longer have to persuade thou into giving thy weary soul a break, hm?”
Carmilla recalled Zestial’s playful attack a few weeks prior.
“Ah, yes, that will no longer be necessary.” She said, Zestial chuckling as he took another sip of his tea. “However, I don’t recall paying you back for your… considerate actions.”
Zestial’s tea caught in his throat, the demon choking slightly as he lowered his cup.
“Th-that is quite alright, Carmilla. Thou hath already repaid me by changing thy lifestyle for the better.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, Zestial.” A smirk crossed Carmilla's face as she stood, taking a few steps over to the other Overlord, who shrunk back in his chair.
“Carmilla, thou really need not-”
Zestial was cut off as Carmilla placed her hands on his sides, rhythmically drumming her fingers against the surface.
“You see, my friend, one does not mess with a Carmine and simply get away with it.” She said, beginning to skitter her nails up and down Zestial’s sides.
Frantic chuckles left the demon as he squirmed, twisting his body this way and that. His cup of tea rattled in his hands as he moved.
“Looks like you better stay still. Wouldn’t want to spill it, would you?” Carmilla teased.
Moving her hands up to Zestial’s ribs, Carmilla began applying light, rapid pinches. Zestial’s movements became more erratic.
“Ihihi cahahahant!” He insisted, the cup and saucer flying out of his hands and onto the ground.
“Oh, nevermind then. Squirm around all you want. You won’t be getting away.” Carmilla said, vibrating her fingers into Zestial’s ribs.
His rapid chuckling turned into laughter.
“NAHhaAHa! ThohOU ahahARt cruhuHUhuel! CehEHEase ahAHat ohohOHOhonce!” Zestial laughed out, jumping around in volume. He grabbed onto Carmilla’s wrists but did not push at them.
“I’ve never heard you laugh like this, Zestial.” Carmilla chucked, slowing her hands. “You’re just as ticklish as my daughters.”
“Ihihi dohoubt my sehensitihivity is as greheat as thahat of yohohour kihihin.” Zestial giggled, regaining his breath.
“Oh, is that so? Well then, I guess you won’t mind this.” Carmilla shot her hands into Zestial’s underarms, scribbling mercilessly with her nails.
Zestial burst out laughing. He quickly slammed his arms down against his sides, effectively pinning Carmilla’s hands.
“Remohohove thy fingers!” He pleaded.
“I can’t. They’re stuck. You have to lift your arms so that I can pull them out.” Carmilla smirked.
“Thou wihill tihickle me agahain!”
“Don’t be silly, my friend. Just let my hands free.”
Zestial sheepishly raised his arms up, prompting Carmilla to dig into his underarms once again.
“THOHOU HAHATH BETRAHAHAYED MEHEHE!” Zestial proclaimed through his laughter.
Carmilla couldn’t help but laugh along.
After a minute, she slowed her hands to a stop, removing them from Zestial’s figure.
“Are you alright, friend? I didn’t go overboard, did I?” Carmilla questioned, returning to her chair.
“No, thohou were gentle enohough. T’was nice to let loose for a while.” Zestial laid back in his chair, slightly winded.
“Sorry about the tea. Would you like me to get you some more?”
“I would be most grateful.”
Zestial watched as Carmilla got up to fetch him the beverage.
Even as a widely-feared, ancient Overlord, Zestial had a more sensitive side to him, one that he enjoyed being able to freely share with his old friend. They could have moments of vulnerability together, without fear of ridicule or mockery. Zestial cared for Carmilla, and enjoyed bringing out her more playful side.
As he had watched many Overlords rise and fall from power, Zestial hoped that Carmilla would stick around, and that they would always have each other to rely on.
