#ler!solomon

"What are you doing." You muttered.

"Emotional support."

You had to laugh at that. "I suppose I can't complain."

Solomon nodded into your shoulder.

Another moment of silence.

Then, his fingers twitched against your side, making you gasp and jolt.

"Solomon..."

"Yes?" Oh, you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't." You grit your teeth, your breath hitching as his fingers pinched your side again.

"Don't what? I'm providing emotional support." Now you could feel the sorcerer smiling into your shoulder as his fingers began to dance across your sides and stomach. Meanwhile, you're trapped in his embrace, trapped to endure it.

"You know what you're doihIHihihinhg wahahahait! The fohohohood!" Your hands quickly dropped the cooking utensil and shot to Solomon's hands, which were far too nimble to catch.

The sorcerer smiled at your attempts. "I'm afraid making you laugh takes priority over tonight's dinner, don't you think? I mean, I could simply eat you instead."

Just as he said that, his mouth found your neck and he blew.

An unearthly squeal (that seriously couldn't have been you, right?) echoed through the kitchen, quickly drowning out the noise of the raspberries being blown consecutively against the soft skin of your neck, causing both of you to completely forget about the preparing meal in front of you.

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting. 

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual. 

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back. 

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep. 

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment. 

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?” 

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?” 

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!” 

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again. 

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest. 

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!” 

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you. 

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside. 

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Asmodeous x Solomon (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Asmo

Ler: Solomon

Warnings: Tickles!

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“Hey, hey! Touch my face!” Asmo bounced onto his bed, right next to Solomon, wearing an excited grin on his face.

“Erm… what?”

“It’s this new moisturizer I got, it makes my skin so soft! C’mon, y’know you wanna~” the lustful one nudged the human.

Solomon rolled his eyes and decided to play along, reaching out to softly caress the demon’s cheek.

“It is pretty soft- Huh, what’s so funny?” the white haired male tilted his head like a curious cat.

“It- eheheek! Your nails, they tickle!~” the demon spoke gleefully, his cheeks slowly turning pink from embarrassment.

“Hold on, your cheeks are ticklish?”

Asmo gave a sheepish nod, causing the mage to let out an amused smirk.

“Why did you never tell me such vital information?” he kept lightly dragging his nails across pink cheeks, gently fluttering against the soft skin.

“I- Wahahait! Solomon, stahahaph!” the demon chrotled out, trying to swat away at the white haired male’s hands

“Ah ahh, stay still now~”

Asmo knew that face too well, it was the face of pure evil. Teasing evil. Still, his body betrayed his thoughts as he put his hands down, allowing Solomon to continue toying with him.

“Now… let’s see what other spots you’re hiding from me~”

It’s going to be a long night filled with laughter for the both of them...

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1..

2..

Okay that's it.

You were known to be slightly inpatient, but you’ve knocked on the door of Solomon's room at least 6 times. And sure, you're all for being respectful.. but, come on!

So on that note, you twisted the doorknob and pushed his door open a crack to take a peak in before fully opening it and walking inside. You saw the sorcerer at his desk with his laptop open, and his headphones in. So that's why he didn't answer the door..

A small tinge of mischief filled your senses as you creeped up to him, taking a quick look at his laptop. Of course he was researching.. he could never get enough, could he?

You huffed quietly, I mean, how could all of his attention be on a few spells and potions! So much that he didn't even have time for you? How rude..

“What's got you so upset, hm?”

you gasped softly at the voice, your gaze immediately turned from the laptop to the voice. Solomon just chuckled, slipping his headphones from on his head to around his neck, turning around to look at you.

“What, you didn't think you could just linger over my shoulder like that and expect me not to notice right?” he chuckled, disbanding the headphones on the desk completely and standing up. His full attention was on you, and you could tell.

“That's so unfair! You weren't supposed to notice, and I was supposed to scare you!” You exclaimed, but quiet enough to not alert anyone else. Solomon just laughed at your antics, his head tilting as your arms folded over your chest.

“Don't laugh at me! Ugh, anyways.. what are you doing?” You changed the subject absentmindedly, taking a step back to his desk and looming over it to read the text on the screen. ‘The properties of this potion..’ blah blah blah.. God, did he really read all of this for hours on end?

“Just researching on this potion.. Why do you ask? Don't tell me you wish to start learning the things I do.” He teased, standing behind you and watched as your eyes squinted a bit at the laptop.

“I’d rather die, thanks.” You responded bitterly, a sly smile on your face as you turned around to meet Solomon's smug expression. “Would you now?” He asked, but you could tell that he didn't expect a true answer. “I would.” You bit back, your eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“..What are you planning?” He asked, taking a small step closer to you. “Whatever do you mean? Im great~” You giggled gently, a single finger of yours connecting to his side. He let out a slight flinch, his hand taking a hold of yours.

“Don't start something you can’t win.”

“Oh, don't worry, I know I can win.”

You started by connecting your free hand to his hips, before you were ever so rudely interrupted..

“Absolutely not.” He said with a playfully stern voice, taking your wrist and conjoining it with your other in one of his hands and holding them in front of you. “Awh what, are you too ticklish?” You teased, leaning in a bit more forward to get a better look into his eyes.

“What are you even gonna do, hm? You know I’m not ticklish right?” You asked with a slightly confused tone, letting your wrists fall in his hold without and struggle. After all, you weren't scared.

“Barely ticklish.” He corrected you, smiling to himself when he saw your cheeks had fell a soft pink. “Yeah, barely, so what?” You scoffed, turning your head to the side.

“Say, MC, help me out will you? I'm in need of a.. assistant, if you will.” He pondered, his free hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder.

“Noho- fuck off.” You could help but giggle at the playfulness, backing up until you hit the back wall. Solomon followed you as you did, moving your captured wrists above your head and holding them in place as you struggled.

“Thank you for your cooperation MC, I deeply appreciate it.” His hand travelled to your neck, his fingertips running up and down the sides ever so gently. Usually, you don't get this kind of treatment. You weren't very sensitive to that sort of touch and that's a fact. But.. Something about his touch, it made you want to squirm in a sort of way you didn't know was possible.

“mmph.. s- stop.” you whispered, your head hiding in the side of your raised arms. Solomon just loomed down at you with a sly smirk, his nails moving to scratch under your chin teasingly. “You're right. You're not very ticklish, but that doesn't mean I can't tickle you anyways.”

“It's supposed to..” you mumbled, looking away as you felt his nails drag across your shoulder all the way up to your wrist in a swift line. He began fluttering gently with his top three fingers, making you shiver in place. You hid your forced smile, sneaking a soft peak at the other’s face.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, the tone in his voice making you resist the urge to slap him right there and then. Just.. He was acting like he wasn't doing anything! Like his fingertips weren't slowly spidering down your arm, stopping to linger at your inner elbow, and-

“What, you can’t take it? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” He cut your train of thoughts, a sly smirk on his face looking into your eyes. “It's not.. like that. You.. you're just..”

Your voice trailed off, your brain short circuiting slightly. You couldn’t help it! barely even tickled, it was just.. flustering in a sort of way you couldn’t describe.

“You know, you're saying a lot about me.. How about we talk about you and that, may I say, adorable smile of yours?” He teased, letting his hand finally spread lower. He dragged his nails from your elbow, skimming under your arm for a split second before resting his hand on your waist.

He took a second to look at you, as if he was taking it all in. “What are you doing..?” You mumbled, your head turning forward to look at Solomon with a confused look. “Nothing.” He replied, his hand that was sitting comfortably on your waist began to run up and down, and you could feel his thumb rub side to side teasingly.

“Doesn't seem like nothi- shihit!-” You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle when his hand slipped under your shirt and skittered across your bare stomach. Sure, it wasn’t bad, but it still made that familiar bright smile reappear on your face, maybe even bigger than before if you really looked.

“Hm.. good spot?” He chuckled, letting his fingertips roam to your sides and hips just to make you squirm a bit. “Yknow, I really could make you more ticklish if you just let me use a tiny bit of magi-”

“Fuck no.” You cut him off, “Fihirst of all, fuck that, second of all, you’d torture me!” As you exclaimed, His hand finally slowed and his other came down to wrap around your torso. With a relieved sigh, you let your arms slam lightly onto his shoulders after being held up for so long.

“I should've expected that answer,” He began, a soft smile on his lips; “But if it means anything, I don't think I need to.. I like you like this.”

He whispered the last bit, laughing when you rolled your eyes.

“Stay tonight?”

As the holiday's washed by in Devildom, within the Purgatory Hall, two young angel's and a sorcerer had chatted whilst watching show's on their D.D.D's, it was relaxing for a matter of time, until Luke made a rather bored whine, "It's so boring!" Whined the young angel, earning the attention of both Simeon and Solomon.

"Oh? If you're that bored, then.." Solomon smirked, earning a nervous gasp as Luke got up to run, only to be caught by the snow white haired male, "You see, I taught myself a new spell, and it may or may not make you a bit.. giggly."

And as he said that, the new spell was casted, some hands digging into the blondes side's and ribs, earning loud, childlike laughter to pour out of his throat. As that happened, Simeon couldn't help but feel his face heat up, he looked at his reflection in the D.D.D and saw just how flustered he really was.

Was it Solomon's relentless teasing and pokes that got him to feel like this, or Luke's obvious joyful laughter as those merciless hands kept digging for gold, perhaps it was both?

He thought to himself, turning to attention to the two with such a reddened face.

"-meon, Simeon, you look like you have a fever, are you okay? Hello!" Luke waved his hand over his face, making Simeon finally snap out of it, "Hm? Oh, no, sorry, I just spaced out for a moment is all hahah!" He reclaimed, watching as Luke's expression went from worried to concerned, "Simeon, please tell us what's wrong." He said, wrapping his arms around Simeon's left one, nuzzling into his forearm, Simeon loved this childish side to him, it made him feel more like an elder brother figure, and Luke was oblivious to that.

Solomon then butted in, "Luke, have you ever considered that poor Simeon might be a bit.. flustered or perhaps even jealous that he hasn't gotten any.." He waited for Luke to fill in the blank, watching as the gear's in his brain functioned, "Oh! Simeon want's to be tick-"

"You know what, I just remembered, I should go make sure MC is o-EEP!"

Oh no, why was I figured out now.

He thought, before feeling Luke's nimble, small finger's get into his underarms, "Hey, now it's convenient why his so revealed!" Luke smiled sweetly, unintentionally teasing the taller angel, to Solomon's amusement, Simeon didn't try to stop Luke, perhaps because his still young, but nevertheless, it was an amusing sight for the sorcerer.

"Luke, try kneading there, as if you are kneading some dough." Solomon helped out, Luke smiling widely, "Okay!" He obliged, doing exactly so, and to their amusement, Simeon thee his head back while curling up, arm's throwing down towards his side's, L-LuhUHuke, n-ngheheheh!" He tried to resist, oh how he hasn't felt such fluttery sensations in centuries, he really did miss this after all.

"Tickle tickle tickle~" Cooed Solomon into his ear, causing Simeon to make a surprised snort, earning an aloud awh to leave both Luke and Solomon's lips.

"Now, Luke, may you please move?" Solomon asked the blonde, watching as Simeon gained his breath, Luke sitting beside him and making a small smirk, "Now, you know how I used my spell earlier?" He asked Luke, Simeon's eye's widening from realisation, Luke gasping, "Ooo, this'll be fun!" Luke clapped, seeing as Simeon already started giggling and hugging his own torso, "Oh? I haven't touched you yet... And I still won't~" Cooed the sorcerer, making the same spell he used earlier on Luke, the hands having grabbed his wrists and pulling them over his head, "Have fun~" Solomon patted his shoulder, the newfound hands hovering over his hips, neck and underarms, "Luke, please record this, I think some friend's back in Celestia will enjoy this." He said, Luke first got Simeon to give him permission,and as he nodded, Luke had started the recording, Simeon gasping as the hands suddenly went down to dig into the once hovered over spot's.

"PUAHAH!? Hahahah, GYAHAH! Plehehease, ihit's Soho BAHAHAD!!" He kicked his legs out, turtling his neck as a extra hand scribbled under his chin, making his squeal.

"Aww, who's a ticklish little angel, hm?~" Teased the sorcerer, Luke smiling as he gained the confidence to finally tease him, "A tickle tickle tickle Simeon!" He said, poking his side's.

"Hey, at least share a little," Solomon scooped you out of Simeon's arms and proceeded to place you in his own only to start tickling your sides again, making you squirm and laugh some more. Solomon used a mixture of rough and light touches that kept you on edge, not knowing what to expect. "AEEhehehaha Sohohohohol!"

You huffed and nuzzled your face into his shoulder and made an "mmph" sound. "Not my fault you're so cute."

"You're cuter," Solomon responded casually.

"Nooooo," you wrapped your arms sleepily around him in protest.

The sorcerer placed a kiss on your head. "It's true."

"Absolutely not. Your face is the cutest in the three realms, especially when you smile..."

You grinned as you began to tickle his sides. With your arms already wrapped around him, you already had access to his torso.

You instantly felt Solomon's body react, quickly followed by his soft laughter.

"Hehehehey wahahahait" Solomon squirmed and half-heartedly tried to pry your hands off his sides.

"Wait for what?" You blinked at him with innocent eyes as the nimble fingers spidering over his midsection gained in speed.

"Nahahahahahah!" He threw his head back, a pink blush began to spread across his features.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before you. The way Solomon's eyes squeezed shut as he laughed, his giddy grin, and his bright laughter. It was all... So beautiful.

Your mind snapped back into reality when you felt a hand grab your wrist.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Solomon smirked, though his cheeks flushed and his hair had become disheveled.

"Sol, w-wait just a momen- AHAhahahahahaha nohohohoho," you dissolved into hopeless giggles as Solomon stretched your arm with the hand grabbing your wrist, and began to prod and pinch your exposed ribs and tummy with his free hand.

"EEHEHeheahahahahahaha Sohohohohol!" You squealed as Solomon moved his tickly fingers up to your outstretched underarm.

"Yes? What is it?" Solomon smirked as his fingers continued their work, "Is something wrong, love?"

"StAhahahahahahap! Yohohou're sohoho mEHEheahahan!"

Slowly, the tickles ceased. As you caught your breath, you felt Solomon's arms wrap around you, his own breathing gently tickled your ear.

"I didn't push you too far, did I?" The sorcerer murmured as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You shook your head. "Mm-mm. Actually..." You felt your face heat up from what you were about to say.

"Hm?" Solomon stopped stoking your head to give you his full attention.

"I wouldn't mind if.. you kept going..." You tucked your blushing face into his chest.

"Oh really? You are just too adorable... Of course." As Solomon spoke, you could've sworn that you could hear him smiling.

With his arms still wrapped around you, Solomon began to gently run his fingers up and down your sides, barely touching you.

"Mmpfeheheh," you squirmed slightly in Solomon's grip, your giggles slightly muffled from your face in his chest.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Solomon whispered quietly, almost to the point of being inaudible. Before you could ask what he said, the tickling finger picked up their pace, making your giggles louder.

Your giggles grew to full laughter as the sorcerer began to scratch and trace your shoulder blades and neck.

"EEHEHEhehaha nOhohohOHOHO" You cackled and writhed in his grip.

"Hey now," Solomon teased, "you asked for this. Hold still."

"Mmmfehehehhahaha!" You tried to keep still, but your body was moving on its own.

You twisted and turned, soon to find your upper half hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Woah, careful-" Solomon's words were too late. You fell to the floor with a thump.

"Oof.." You groaned.

You saw Solomon's face peek over the bed to look at your defeated form.

"Well that was unexpected," Solomon smiled down at you, "are you alright?"

Whilst having an existential crisis on the floor, Solomon got down and joined you on the floor. You began to feel the fatigue catch up with you.

"Mmmm sleepyyy," you muttered as you rested your head on Solomon's shoulder.

The sorcerer chuckled. "It is late. Let's get to bed shall we?"

"Mmmmm" you felt yourself begin to slip away into a peaceful sleep.