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Hey there! Can I request Lee! Akaza and Ler Douma? Scenario: Akaza is in a huge Lee mood(meaning: wanting to be tickled) and Douma discovers it!

This is such a cute prompt! Thank you for sending, I'll write it when I'm done with homework!

This got a little angsty, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! (ALSO TUMBLR DELETED MY WRITING AND I HAD TO REDO IT ALLLLL HELPPPP)

Lee! Akaza

Ler! Douma

TW!: Swearing, Panic attack

This isn't specifically a ship, but interpret it as you wish!

Crap.

Seriously? Demons shouldn't even feel things like this.

Akaza was watching as Douma wandered about, happily skipping as he greeted fellow members of the Kizuki. Looking in another direction, he saw Enmu joking with Rui, as well as Daki and Gyutaro running about. Even Kokushibou was out, monitoring the bunch, Uppermoon 3 standing awkwardly off to the side.

Watching all of these interactions made Akaza feel... touch starved. Recently, no one would come up and talk to him, not even Douma. Although the striped demon reacted rather aggressively when anyone, especially Douma, even approached him, the truth was, he didn't entirely hate interacting as much as he let on. He wanted to socialize too.

Lowermoon 1 turned to leave, Rui waving him goodbye, when suddenly they made eye contact. Hesitating, Enmu paused, deciding what to do. He averted his eyes, rushing out of the room. Akaza's gaze drifted to the ground. He crossed his arms, digging his fingernails into his bicep as he felt his eyes get hot.

Before any tears could escape, he made his way out of the room slowly, before sprinting down the halls, desperate to get away from everyone. Now out of earshot, air hissed out of his nose, a hand clamping over his mouth as tears began to stream from the striped-demons eyes, wetting his palm as uneven breaths came out of his lungs.

He wasn't that terrible to be around, people didn't find him that obnoxious.. right? Right?

Back sliding against the wall, Akaza plopped down on the hard ground, head resting on his knees as he brought his arms up to shield his face from the world. Soft sobs came from his throat. The pink-haired man bounced his leg, the motion slightly moving his arm with it. Minutes passed, suddenly the tears stopping. The demon wiped his face, his head throbbing against his skull.

Leaning back, Akaza rested his head against the cool wall behind him. His entire body ached. It felt like he hadn't rested in weeks. The entire world seemed to quiet. Even the crickets hushed their calls as Akaza focused on the pain in his head. It was peaceful for a few moments, until soft footsteps were heard.

"Akaza-dono?"

The shorter demon jolted, catching glimpse of rainbow eyes before turning away, cheek smushing against the wall in a feeble attempt to hide the fact that he'd been crying.

"Oh, dear.. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Leave me alone." stubbornness overtook him, hating the way his voice broke. "No, you're not. Tell me what's wrong, you can trust me."

"It's none of your business. Leave me alone." Douma paused, not saying a word as he crept forward, taking a peak at his face. Seeing his eyes had a slight red tint in them, he softly sighed, hand resting on Akaza's right shoulder, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the crook of his neck. No move was made to stop the interaction.

Something clicked in Uppermoon 2's brain. Remembering how the smaller demon looked so lonely before, and how he reacted when Enmu avoided him. He remembered how long it had been since he and Akaza had had a conversation. It had been way too long...

"I'm sorry." Akaza's eyes widened slightly, slowly turning his head to face Douma before moving the rest of his body to properly face him. Without warning, the white-haired man lowered himself and pulled Akaza into his embrace. The striped demon racked his brain for a reason as to why he should pull away. He didn't find one.

He wrapped his arms around the other, Douma rubbing his back gently as they held each other. The blonde pulled Akaza into his lap. Once again, he was met with no resistance. Tears began falling from Uppermoon 3's eyes once more, hands clutching the other's shirt.

"Now, now. We can't have you so upset, can we?" Douma began tracing Akaza's back, gently scratching at his shoulder blades. Soft titters escaped the other's lips. For all the anger he expressed, nothing could change the fact that he's deathly ticklish. He held the other tighter, barely even squirming as gentle prods to his sides were added. Maybe he wanted this to happen.

"Pffteheheheh! Dohouma!" giggles poured from Akaza's mouth, the tears stopping once more as he resigned himself to his fate. Although, there was something different. All the other times he'd been tickled, it had been rough, intense tickling leaving him exhausted. While he hadn't hated it, this time the sensations were gentle, caring, even. Akaza's body didn't go into panic mode, allowing him to enjoy the attention as he laughed himself silly.

Spidering upwards, Douma wiggled his fingers next to his underarms, squeezing the muscles on the backsides of them. Akaza squealed, almost bringing his arms down. Douma saw this, quickly switching to tracing his biceps still placed around his neck.

The pink-haired demon went back to giggling, burying his face into the other's neck. Hips wiggling, Uppermoon 3 continued snickering, giggling intensifying the moment the icy-haired demon began blowing down his neck. "Do you feel better, Akaza?" Akaza nodded, twitching slightly before bursting out laughing as a raspberry was placed in the crook of his neck.

"DOHOHOOUMA! ENOhohohoo!" "Eno? What does that mean?"

A whine came from the other's throat as he attempted to answer the question. "Ehehehe!" fingers dove down to massage into the dips of his hips "EEHEHEHEHEEK! I-IHIHI CAHAHAHAAN'T!" "Sure you can! use your words~" hands hit against the blonde's shoulders. "stoHOHOHOOP! NOHO MOHOHOHORE!" "Alright, alright."

Fingers detached themselves from the smaller's hips, returning to rubbing his back as the other struggled to catch his breath. They stayed like that for a while, staying in each other's embrace, until Douma stood, picking Akaza up with him.

"What.. Whahat are you doing..?" the smaller demon tilted his head to the side, looking to the ground as he was was cradled, feeling rather sheepish. "You're coming with me to have some tea." "Oh.. Okay." The two made their way down the hall to Douma's designated room. Douma set Akaza down on a futon, turning around to make the tea.

Akaza looked around a bit, noticing a few trinkets, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. A few minutes passed, until eventually a hot mug was handed to him. "There you go." Akaza wrapped his hands around the mug, taking a sip. "Thank you." Douma smiled.

Maybe people did like him after all.

Tysm for reading! I really hope you enjoyed 🥰

Hey there! Can I request Lee! Akaza and Ler Douma? Scenario: Akaza is in a huge Lee mood(meaning: wanting to be tickled) and Douma discovers it!

This is such a cute prompt! Thank you for sending, I'll write it when I'm done with homework!

TYSM MYST!!! THIS IS SO LOVELY 🥰

Hello there! I wanted to get an ask in for your 100 followers event before the time ran out!

Silly headcannon: Kokushibou does not fight back at all if he's being tickled, and whenever questioned about it, he gets a little flustered!

I really hope you have an amazing day or night!

Much love 🥰

i love this hc!!! koku strikes me as the type to just take it like a champ so this is perfect!! i chose akaza and douma as the lers so enjoy some upper moon trio chaos!😆

Akaza’s jaw fell open as he listened to Douma’s comment. No way in hell does Kokushibo not fight back when he’s being tickled. There’s absolutely no way that’s true! Shaking his head, Akaza glared at the taller demon and turned on his heels.

“Yeah right!” he scoffed. “I don’t believe you one bit!”

“Come on, Akaza dono!~” Douma sang, turning Akaza around. “This can be your one chance to bring the mighty Kokushibo to his knees! Wouldn’t it be nice to make him beg for mercy?”

Akaza tapped his chin and hummed in consideration. It did sound very nice to make the strongest of them all laugh hysterically and beg for mercy. However, considering how many times Akaza’s been tickled, it wouldn’t be worth the risk.

“Tempting but nah. I don’t wanna get tickled…” Akaza grumbled, walking off.

“I’ll help youuuu!~”

Turning around, Douma winked and Akaza was immediately in even though he felt as if Douma would stab him in the back later.

The two wandered through the Infinity Castle in search for their victim. Along the way, they passed Rui and Enmu picking on Kaigaku, Daki trying her best to brush Gyutaro’s matted hair and Nakime gossiping with Hantengu and Gyokko. Finally after a “long walk” according to Douma, they reached Kokushibo’s room and entered without knocking much to Akaza’s annoyance.

Kokushibo sat in the middle of the room, unmoving. The two continued walking over but didn’t hear Kokushibo’s low voice utter a sound.

“Is he even awake?” Akaza asked.

“Oh sure! He just likes to meditate. Watch! SURPRISE KOKUSHIBO DONOOOO!!!”

Akaza’s jaw dropped as Douma flew himself onto Kokushibo with a battle cry and a running leap. There was a startled squeak and the sound of bodies colliding with the wood floor, Kokushibo and Douma both letting out simultaneous grunts as they landed on one another.

“You are so fucking smart, Douma…” Akaza grumbled, watching as the two stayed sprawled on the floor for a few seconds.

Before Kokushibo could scold Douma for disrupting his peaceful meditation, he began to laugh as Douma successfully caught him off guard, tickling his armpits. There was a few seconds of flailing feet and hands shooting back to grab Douma’s but after a few seconds, Kokushibo stopped fighting. Akaza was amazed that Kokushibo preferred to try and clams his arms tightly to his sides and protect his ticklish spots rather than fight back.

“D-Dohohouma!! Whahat are you doing?!?” Kokushibo giggled, his feet kicking behind him. “Rehehelease mehehe at ohohonce!”

“Come on, Akaza!! He won’t fight back! Get his hips!” Douma urged, rolling Kokushibo onto his back and sitting on his arms. All of Kokushibo’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

“A-alright…I guess…” Akaza muttered, sitting himself on Kokushibo’s thighs. “Please don’t cut my head off…”

After a few seconds of tickling Kokushibo’s hips, Akaza found tickling his superior to be rather fun. At this point, Kokushibo was just drumming his feet on the floor, laughing quite hard as the tickle attack continued.

“Ha! It’s your hips!~” Akaza whispered in a low tone, grinning evilly as he rubbed this thumbs against the knob of bone. “Wow! That got your laughter to rise in volume and pitch!”

Smiling, Akaza grew bold, untucking Kokushibo’s kimono to gently drag his fingernails along his bare sides before his thumbs went back to drilling into his hips. Douma let his fingers slide up Kokushibo’s forearms and under his sleeves, more laughter being produced.

“These are his most ticklish spots but his feet are the worst! Should we get them, Akaza dono?~” Douma contemplated aloud, giggling as Kokushibo growled.

“T-thihis is uhuhunproffehehessional!!!” Kokushibo scolded, unable to sound serious. “I-Ihihi’m y-your suhuhupeheherior!!”

“So? We don’t care!” Douma teased, now ceasing all the tickling. “How come you’re telling us this is unprofessional yet you aren’t fighting back?”

Akaza paused his tickling and smirked. “Yeah, why are you so compliant with this? Do you like it?”

Douma and Akaza laughed as they watched Kokushibo shake his head and sputter for a few seconds before attempting to shove Douma off of him. Fueled by the desire to hear Kokushibo’s honestly opinion, Douma gently tickled Kokushibo’s neck while Akaza continued squeezing Kokushibo’s hips.

“THIS IS DIHIHISRESPEHEHECTFUL!! HAHAHA!! OKAHAHAY!! OKAY!! AHAHAHA YOU WIN!! AHAHAKAZA!! DOUMA!!”

There was still no fighting and all Kokushibo did was laugh, plead for them to give him a break and attempt to scold them. Deciding to have mercy on their superior, both demons stopped, Akaza patting Kokushibo’s stomach as he settled down.

“So,” Akaza began. “How was that?”

“I-ihihit was okay…” Kokushibo replied, still giggly.

“Can you answer the question?” Douma asked. “Do you perhaps enjoy being tickled?”

“I-I guess i-it’s okay…” he grumbled, his cheeks bright pink. “However…”

“Wait…” Douma squeaked, suddenly flipping onto his back. “Ouch!!”

“NOOOHOHO!!!” Akaza shrieked, being dragged next to Douma.

“It’s your turn now!~”

WAHHHHH! THIS WAS AMAZINGGG!!!!! INCREDIBLE JOB! ❤️❤️❤️

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.