can i request a lee refer ler simeon or asmodeus (or even bothđ) drabble? (obey me! obv) TYSM ILY /p
I'm assuming you meant lee reader, so don't come after me if that's not what you meant đđđ
The Sew Must Go On
(You better enjoy that title. Now my history is filled with "sewing puns" đ)
Lee: Reader/MC
Ler: Asmodeus
Summary: All is going well at your fitting, until it isn't.
âThis is a tickle ficâ
"Tsk. Hold still!" Asmodeus scolded as he places fabric around your body, pinning it there.
"Sorry." You apologised. "It tickles."
Asmo made some more "tsk"ing sounds. "I can't get your outfit fitted to your cute body if you keep wiggling, hun." He poked your side a few times to emphasize his point, making you squirm.
"Hehey!" You huffed. "It's not my fault!"
"I know it isn't, hun, just bear with me." He continued to fit fabric against you.
A few minutes into the fitting, your arms were starting to get tired from holding them up. Asmo, noticing the shaking of your arms, chimed and announced it was break time.
The two of you sat down for some tea and treats provided by Barbatos, and began to chat.
"Ugh, Belphie, Beel, Satan, and Levi all want me to help them with fitting their outfits. I love what I do, trust me. But I need to draw a line, before I start forming lines on my forehead!"
You mainly smiled and nodded throughout Asmo's little rants and raves on various topics. Although, you felt yourself start to dissociate about 5 minutes in.
Until you felt another poke to your side, making you jump.
"Are you even paying attention to my beautiful voice?" Asmo pouted.
You rubbed your side, grumbling. "Yes, I am."
The demon huffed. "First the wiggling, and now the spacing out. It's like you're trying to get punished." He grinned at you as he said that last bit.
You blinked. "Punished?"
Asmo giggled and nodded. "Yep! Naughty humans like you need to be punished... Like this!"
He scooched over until his hip bumped with yours, before wrapping his arms around you.
"Wh- Asmo what are you- ahah- wahahahait nohoho!" What would have been a protest quickly dissolved into giggles when fingers began gently squeezing your sides.
"Coochie coochie coooooo awe you're so adorable!" Asmodeus laughed along with you as he squeezed your side gently with one hand, and skittered his agonisingly long nails over your back and shoulder blades.
"Nooohohoho dohohon't tehease meee!" You squealed and squirmed, kicking your legs giddily.
"But I love the way you blush every time I do!" Asmo grinned.
"Plehehehease- I'm SOHORRY!!" You cried Asmo's delicate fingers darted all around your body, keeping you on your toes.
Then, as quickly as it started, the tickling stopped.
As you caught your breath, Asmodeus guided your chin to face him, a smile on his face. "I wasn't actually trying to punish you. I just wanted to hear your cute laugh."
You rolled your eyes, smiling back. "I suppose I don't have a choice but to forgive that face of yours."
Asmo nodded, grinning. "Yeah, you really don't. I'm much too beautiful to not be forgiven. Although, if you want me to punish you for real, I can always arrange it, hun!" He winked.
You quickly stood up, your cheeks warm. "Break time's over now. Let's get this fitting done."
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Written for Tickletober days 2: accidental and 4: weak spot, based on @/august-anon's tickletober prompts!
(unspoken affection, dividers by @/cafekitsune)
Summary: Beelzebub has been asked to feature in an issue of Devil Style for the upcoming Fangol tournament. Luckily, his brother Asmo is helping with makeup, but they run into a problem.
Warnings: none, this is a tickle fic!
Asmo was ecstatic. Beel, not so much. It wasnât that the younger demon wasnât excited about being featured in Devil Style, but he would rather be doing things like hanging out with Belphie, having a meal with MC, even studying sounded better than this. What was âthisâ exactly?
Beel was currently being pampered by a hairstylist pulling it in all directions and Asmo dusting his face with powder. He looked fine, why was this necessary?
âEverything is different on camera, dear,â Asmo explained, fluffing a brush across his cheek. Beelâs stomach growled. âAsmo- when can I go back to the green room for some of those scream puffs?â He pouted, his lip drooping.
His brother huffed, shaking his head. âThe sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can snack, I promise, Beel! Now pull your shirt up, I have to do some work on your abs.â
Asmodeus pulled a contour palette out of his giant cheetah print makeup bag, the same size as Beelâs exercise duffel. âWhy? Is something wrong with them?â Beel pulled his shirt up and glanced at his stomach curiously.
Asmo giggled and poked his side, âNo, silly, we just have to do some contour for some of the photos theyâre doing this shoot.â Beel flinched, his mouth quirking up at the poke. âFine, just hurry up please, Iâm starving-â
Another loud grumble came from his stomach, it was complaining just as much as Beel. Asmo dipped into the palette and tapped the brush on the side. âIâll be fast, I promise,â he held his pinky out for Beelâs to grasp. A pinky promise between the demon brothers was very common, something they had done many times over the years. It meant different things with different people, but Asmoâs usually came with a smile and success.
Beel nodded, holding his tank top up with his chin as Asmo started applying the makeup to the grooves of his abs. What he did not expect, was the extremely ticklish sensation that followed. He jumped, almost kicking his brother across from him, a deep giggle bubbling out.Â
âAsmo- that tihihickles! Slow dohohown!â Beel was trying his best to stay still, he knew that Asmo had an important job to do, but he couldnât help squirming in his seat. Asmo clicked his tongue and brought out a makeup wipe, erasing the stray powder. âYou just told me to hurry up, now you want me to go slower? Make up your mind!â Asmo exclaimed playfully, looking up at his brother with a raised eyebrow.
After he calmed down, he grumbled under his breath before sighing. âJust do it, I can deal with it,â Beel replied, looking away from Asmo. âAlllllright then, if you say so!â Asmo chirped, swiping the brush under his bellybutton to define the muscles. Beel tried. He really did. After holding his breath for what seemed like eons, he finally broke, spluttering into quiet snickers and hiding his face in his hands as Asmo continued to work.Â
He could hear some of the magazine staff cooing behind him, which made his ears turn pink in embarrassment. âHow are you still so ticklish after all this time? Guess you never grew out of it hmmm, little brother?â Asmo teased, moving up to the next set, making sure to get the sides and in between them.
âOh shuhuhut ihihit! Youâre just as bAhAHahAd!â Beel scoffed, planting his feet firmly into the floor so he wouldnât move too much. Asmo hummed, grinning wide as he moved up to the top, âIâm almost done, youâre doing good,â he reassured, going in for more powder. It was getting more difficult to keep still as Asmo blended out the contour, the small light circles sending Beel into another bout of belly laughter. It echoed through the room, and he wasnât trying to hide it anymore, just attempting to let Asmo finish with no complications.
After a few more unbearable seconds, Asmo let up and blew a stream of air over his stomach, making Beel yelp. âAll done! Now, go to the stylist and change into your Fangol uniform,â he shooed a very giggly Beel out of the chair and over to a demon manning a rack of clothes. âIâll go save you some scream puffs for when you finish,â Asmo whispered with a smile, watching Beelâs eyes go big and his face light up. He muttered a small thanks before hustling over to the stylist, ready to continue the shoot.Â
A week later, Beel found MC and Asmo on the couch, gushing over the newest issue of Devil Style. And there he was on the front cover! The hard work of the staff paid off, and he had to admit that the photos had come out looking pretty good.
âOh, MC guess what! I found out that our precious Beel here is still ticklish, isnât that soooo cute?â Asmo purred, shooting Beel a mischievous glance.
The humanâs eyes perked up with interest, a playful glint in their eyes. âIs that so, Beel?â
Beel bolted, putting his Fangol skills to the test with MC hot on his heels.Â
- You all look perfect! - Asmo looked at his brothers and their suits.
- Of course! This Halloween will be the most memorable. - Mammon chuckled.
- It will be most memorable if we finish with the scenery. - said Lucifer and hung another garland with pumpkins.
- Does he really want to impress Lord Diavolo? - Belphie quietly turned to Satan.
- And before whom else should he impress? - the blond smiled slyly and the brothers giggled.
- Beel no! Not now. - Levi ran out with snacks in his hands.
- But I'm hungry, give me at least one. - the redhead ran after his older brother.
Each of the boys was at his own place to prepare for the holiday. But of course, not everyone was interested. Mammon yawned again as he hung up the new ornament. Asmodeus stood next to him and worked on the decor and their ideal arrangement. The white-haired raised an eyebrow and imperceptibly approached his brother and poked him in the side. Asmo squeaked and turned around.
- W-what are you doing?!
- I'm bored. - the Avatar of Greed chuckled and poked a few more times.
- Ehehe nohohot nohow Mahahahammon - peach-haired tried to escape from the fingers.
- Why not now?
- Neehehehed to wohork
- Work? Ha, look, they all need a tickle right now. - the white-haired winked and stoped.
- Hmm, maybe you're right. - Asmo giggled softly.
They separated and Mammon went to the kitchen where Levi and Beel were.
- Oh, hi, what are ya doing?
- I'm trying to finish the ghost cookies, if Beel doesn't interfere with me. - the violet-haired rolled his eyes.
- But they look so delicious. - whimpered the Avatar of Gluttony.
- Guys, you just need to relax. - Mammon smiled and stepped closer.
- How? - Leviathan looked at him.
The Avatar of Greed quickly hugged their sides and began to tickle their stomachs and the reaction was instant.
- Mahahahahammon, I'll kihihill yohohohou! - Levi started squirming and squeaking.
- It's nohohot faihir, we dihihidn't expehehehehect it. - the redhead giggled.
- Oh, but that's the most important thing~" the white haired chuckled and continued.
Just a few minutes later, the laughter of two more demons was heard.
- Hehe, it looks like Asmo was also able to tickle Satan and Belphie at the same time.
- Ahahahahahasmo - was heard from the main room.
- Whyhahhahaha? - it was the voice of Belphegor.
- Because it's funny~
Mammon was distracted by Avatar of Lust's attack that he forgot about his victims and they quickly freed themselves.
- Hey, we're not done yet. - but he saw their burning eyes.
- Looks like it's our turn now.
The white-haired squealed and ran back to Asmo. But he saw that the Anti-Lucifer League had already grabbed the peach-haired, thrown him to the floor and tickled him.
- I have a problem myself - he felt like he was grabbed and pressed next to his portrait for a surprise tickle.
- Um, guys, we need to finish preparing for the Halloween party hehe. - the Avatar of Greed tried to distract the brothers.
- You yourself told us to relax and we will do it~ Levi wiggled his fingers in air and quickly began to tickle his older brother.
- Ahahahaha nohohoHOHOHOH AHAHAH STOHOHOP! - he has already begun to squirm furiously.
- Wow, he said "no stop", how can we refuse him? - the redhead grinned and helped the Avatar of Envy.
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- I'm really glad that you came before the others, but I'm not sure that everything is ready. - Lucifer and Diavolo entered the House of Lamentation.
- Hehe, it's okay, and I can help. - Dia smiled.
- Thank you, but I think my brothers are already finishing..
They heard screams and loud laughter.
- ..Or not. - the Avatar of Pride crossed his arms.
The demons entered the main room and saw that all the brothers were on the floor and they had a serious tickle fight and every minute everything could change dramatically.
Lucifer was about to stop them, but the prince put a hand on his shoulder.
- Let them have some fun. - he smiled.
The dark haired sighed and nodded.
- Okay, but then they will work non-stop on the decor of the house.
A Series Of Tickly Events Ft. Cursed Syrup Part 3: Asmodeus
I know I know! I have requests to work on! BUT THESE BABIES!!! I've had this sitting in my drafts. It was supposed to be the final part but I adjusted it cause I don't want this finished fic sitting around until I finish the in between parts
âThis is a tickle ficâ
This focuses on lee Solomon but there's lee MC in there too don't worry đ
After a long string of Mammon apologizing, you began to walk down the hall of the House of Lamentation towards your room. You peeked down each hallway to make sure the coast was clear. You didn't want to run into another tickle-monster-transformed demon.
As you walked down the hallway with the rooms, you heard laughter. It was not yours. You gasped and covered your mouth as you remembered: You weren't the only human in Devildom.
You found that the laughter came from Asmo's room. You quietly opened the door and poked your head in. Your fear turned out to be correct.
It was Solomon. On the floor, kicking in hysterics. Asmodeus was on top of him with his hands in the sorcerer's armpits.
"AHAHAHAHAHASMOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Solomon screeched, his calm and collected demeanor had shattered.
"But you're way too irresistible," Asmodeus cooed as he vibrated his fingers in Solomon's underarms. The sorcerer's arms were glued to his sides on instinct, trapping the demon's hands.
Solomon was laughing too hard to give a proper order. Asmo's underarm tickle treatment had the sorcerer squealing and howling. You had to admit, seeing him all red in the face and laughing like this was really cute.
However, you of all people knew how exhausting being tickled for long periods of time can be. Thus, you made the ultimate sacrifice. In the midst of Solomon's cackling, you swung the door fully open.
Asmo turned his head and grinned, "MC! Come join in on the fun! C'mere!" He gestured with one hand, tickling Solomon with the other.
You straightened your posture and spoke firmly, "Asmodeus. Stop it right now".
The effect was instant. Asmo immediately stopped tickling Solomon, who gasped and hiccupped on the floor.
"Oh my goodness, Solomon. I'm so sorry!" Asmo got off of Solomon and kneeled at his side, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah I- *hic* I just need some time to breathe," Solomon, still laying on the floor, looked over at you. "Thank you. So very much. *Hic**
You chuckled, "No problem."
Solomon stood up, wiped the lingering tears from his eyes, and dusted off his clothes, "Well then, I best be on my way".
You watched as the sorcerer left the room. You turned to see Asmodeus inspecting his nails.
"I just got a manicure, I hope I didn't chip a nail doing all that," Asmo squinted.
You rolled your eyes playfully, "That's what you're worried about?"
"Of course! Although, watching Solomon laugh like that was almost as beautiful as me! I might just tickle him again!" Asmo grinned.
You sighed and sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, "I have a feeling this is going to be a very tiring day."
"Oh yes. But first, I want my turn!" Asmo's smile sparkled as he began to gently scratch your sides.
You turned your face into his neck as you giggled softly, "Hehehehehe nohohohoho."
"Hmm. I say you love being tickled by me! Who doesn't!" The avatar of Lust beamed.
You had to admit, even though it tickled, it felt nice to have a gentle touch from someone who wasn't under a curse.
You and Asmo remained seated on the floor for the next couple minutes, filled with giggles and gossip.
There you have it folks! Okay now back to working on my 6 current drafts đ
Day 11: Squeal, Ler!Asmo, Lee!Simeon (please do not ship them)
(Photogenic sweets, banners by @/momsagainstinternetuse-archive)
Summary: Simeon is trying to set up his Devilgram account, enlisting Asmodeus for help. It seems to be more than a simple fix however, but Asmo is more than happy to give it a makeover!
Warnings: none, just fluffy tickles!
âOh dear. This wonât do at all,â Asmo muttered, legs crossed and brows furrowed as he scrolled through the sparse contents of Simeonâs Devilgram page. After a lot of pushing and meddling from Solomon and Luke, the angel had enlisted his help in the world of social media, wanting to make a good impression on the Devildom during his time stationed there. But, the numerous typos, blurred pictures, and a profile picture of his eye were not helping.
âHow did you manage to mark yourself as a business? I thought you didnât know how to work the settings!â Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and confused.
âDonât ask me! Maybe Luke messed with it? I mean⊠it isnât that bad, is it?â
Asmo turned to him, Simeonâs puppy dog eyes on full display. He sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting, but Simeon knew he meant business. âItâs not the worst Iâve seen. You just need a little refresh! A little⊠shaping! To the salon!â Simeon was quickly tugged up the stairs and into Asmoâs room, disappearing behind an ornate pink door.
Asmo flicked on a string of fairy lights and dimmed the overhead ones, clearing his desk.
âWeâre having an intervention! Via photoshoot! Iâm going to rework your page and make you the most savvy angel in the Devildom!â He exclaimed with stars in his eyes, pulling out a box of shawls and a feather boa from his closet.
âI⊠well- I appreciate the sentiment, but isnât this too much?â Simeon muttered, a bit scattered by Asmoâs burst of energy. Asmo grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the vanity, shoving a big fluffy brush in his face and patting his face with loose powder. In a matter of minutes, Simeonâs natural features were enhanced by the light touch of highlighter and the shiny gloss Asmo had applied to his lips.
The demon stepped back, admiring his work, snapping his fingers. âAlright! Phase two!â Asmo set his phone up on a small tripod, a ring light shining in Simeonâs eyes. How much effort was this going to take?
He stood there awkwardly, arms rigid at his sides, smiling brightly at the camera. Asmo frowned, âSimi, you gotta be more fluid! Act like an actual living angel! Not a statue!â
He fussed around Simeon, putting arms into place, adjusting his posture, before hurrying back over to the camera. It reminded the angel of a movie director, making sure everything was as it should be. But it seemed that Asmoâs corrections werenât sticking.
âNatural! Try not to be so stiff! Here-â
Asmo sauntered up behind him, humming and grabbing Simeonâs exposed hips. âNow, turn this way, and- oh? What was that?â
A very girlish squeak reverberated through Asmoâs room, the high ceilings making it bounce around like bells. Did.. did that sound come from him?
Asmo experimentally shifted his fingers to the inside of Simeonâs hip dips, making the angel squirm out of his grasp with a yelp. Oh no.
Now, Simeon had known Asmo for a long time. He knew this look. The playful eyes under his long lashes, the innocent smile on his pink lips, and his twitching hands hanging daintily by his sides. This, was no longer Asmodeus. The ruthless tickle monster that teased, cooed, and fawned over its victims had fallen to the Devildom as well.
âAre you still ticklish after all these years, Simeon?â Asmo questioned, slowly walking towards him. He was practically beaming, his nails glinting in the light. His long, very tickly looking nails.
âAh, Asmodeus, I- ahahaha! Wahahait!â
Those nails were now skittering around Simeonâs hips, making the Angel squirm and jolt away from Asmo. âAwh! This still gets you, doesnât it? I remember your hips being bad, doesnât make sense why you keep them on display all the time, hm?â
Simeon was trying his best to avoid the delicate camera setup, but failed, falling to the ground beside it. âAsmo! Thereâs no need to do something this childish! Weâre civil, mature, angels and demons are we not?â His flushed cheeks were not helping the situation.
âOh? But I remember differently, dear~ I remember you loooved to tickle me and my brothers in the Celestial Realm! You were always too strong for me to properly get you back, but nowâŠâ Asmo smirked, placing his nails on Simeonâs sides. âNow, I have the upper hand!â
Simeon was thrown into laughter again when he started raking up and down his ribs and sides, kneading into his hips for good measure. âAhahahasmohohoho! Iâm sohohohoreehehee!â He was squirming back and forth, trying to escape tickles on both sides, but Asmodeus saw a golden opportunity.
âGotcha~â he purred as he pinned Simeon on his stomach. âYou really do love exposing your worst spots donât you? I remember you used to go wild when Lucifer got you here,â he reminisced as he traced under Simeonâs shoulder blades.
âWAihAIhit nOhoHO-â Simeon let out a surprisingly angelic screech and tried to bat at the demonâs hands, but no luck. âYour wings⊠they should be abouuuutâŠâ Asmo mumbled to himself while Simeon squealed and kicked his legs.
âNAHAHAHA AHAHAHASMOHOHODEHEHUS-â
âThere we go! I found them! And what have I told you about calling me Asmo~?â He kneaded gently at the two ribs under Simeonâs shoulderblades, close to his spine, where his wings would be if they were in the Celestial Realm. His wings had always been a death spot, one he was glad still brought out the brightest cackles from the angel.
Simeon had gone boneless, completely lost in laughter. It was something he missed, honestly. Camaraderie with his brothers had always been something he valued, and since coming to the Devildom, he had made it a mission to gain it back. This was not the most conventional way of doing it, sure, but Asmo was obviously having lots of fun. And maybe Simeon was too.
The demon giggled along with the angel, slowing down his tickles. Letting Simeon get up, he gave one last scribble to his neck, making him scrunch cutely.
âDahahawwww! Look at you! Thatâs what I wanted to see! Youâre practically glowing!â Asmo grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the giggly angel.
Simeon caught his breath and blinked, leaning over the phone. âHow did it turn out?â
âSoooooooooo cute!â Asmo squealed, hugging him tight. âWe need to make this your profile picture! Oh! And we can go get dessert to celebrate my success! Simeon and Asmo-chan lunch date, Iâll get so many followers!â
Suddenly, Simeon was being whisked away again, but he didnât mind. His online presence didnât matter to him, what mattered was spending time with his once-brother, even if it did mean future tickle attacks.
note: this is a reupload due to an error in the posting, oops
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Solomon was in his room and was studying some old spell that Asmo had told him about. And of course, the wizard was very interested in this and immediately went to his room.
Everything was good and Solomon really did it at first and he smiled contentedly from his success.
But something strange began to happen and the magic began to spiral out of control.
- Come on, everything worked out. - white-haired began to wave his hands faster to temper the spell. But just a few seconds later, his left hand froze in the air and he could not move it.
- What the? - the second hand remained in the same position. Then his legs also froze and the magic lifted him into the air in an X-shaped pose.
- H-hey, what's going on?! Help! - he started screaming, but no one came to help. And then several magical hands appeared in front of him, the fingers of which wiggled.
- Oh no, no! Don't! Let me go! - but hands didn't hear him and quickly flew up to his armpits, stomach, hips, knees and feet in socks and began to tickle.
- Nohohohoho, wahahahahahait - Solomon began to squirm and laugh out loud. - Ohohoho shihihihihit, I cahahahahahan't. Hehehehehelp mehehe plehehehease. - his eyes were tightly clamped, but he heard the door open. - Whohohoho is thehehehere?
- Oh dear, did you fall into a trap?~ It was Asmodeus.
- Ahahahasmo! Hehehehelp! Thihihhihis is spehehehell
- Are you talking about my ticklish spell?~
- Yohohohohohours?!
- Hehe yes. You've been walking around so serious lately and you needed to laugh. - Avatar of Lust stepped closer and took his boyfriend's leg with his arm.
- Oh nohohohoho! Dohohohon't dahahahare! - wizard is trying to escape from the trap.
- Oh, but I want to play with your cute foot hehe. - demon's nails began to slowly run along Solomon's heel.
Been a while for tickle art and was debating to show this one, but GODDAMN IT ITS TOO CUTE NOT TO POST đ„șđ
My MC, Basil, being tickled by Asmodeus, Beel, and Belphie. Basil became my comfort character very fast from the many ideas I have with herđđđ
