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Just a random blob of gay and trauma who likes tickles and dying his hair. Here's some things about me if you choose to read.
Don't be afraid to DM or ask me anything. I'm really bad with social cues and conversations in general (I'm autistic), but I mean well ♥️. I might not always know what to respond with, but I'll do my best to keep a conversation going if you wanna chat 😊
I'm aware I come across like a 13 year old on drugs. That's just my personality I guess? Don't worry I am not 13 nor am I on drugs 😆
Haii!! I had a thought - do you think scara is ticklish, and would Childe use that to his advantage? Like whenever Scara talks back to him, sasses him or is just pouting do you think Childe would exploit it? LMFAO theyre my babies i need more fluff with them 🥹🥹
I think Childe would be the ticklish one, that little silly window in his shirt seems made for him to get poked lool
when everything is quiet and he gets poked, just imagine a little high pitched squeak 💀
Notes: I've been on a Resident Evil hyperfixation for the past... 2 months or so. So much that I made an original character who I then ship with Leon :) This fic is set post-RE4. I wrote this on a whim but decided, why not! May as well post it here, enjoy! :D
(Art made using a base. But I did draw the hair + colour everything)
! This is a tickle fic ! If it's not your thing, don't read :)
"LEHEON pLEHEHEAhahase!" Mateo's legs fluttered and kicked as he lay face-up across his boyfriend's lap, who was currently clawing at his outstretched tummy. "STAHAHAP-"
"Hmm," Leon pretended to ponder, without stopping his fingers, "No I don't think I will."
The smaller's hands were frantically shoving at the other's own, to no avail. It wasn't like he really wanted it to stop anyway, and they both knew it.
Mateo's laughter consisted of squeal-like giggles and high pitched cackles, a far cry from the laughs he gave for his friends, or even his genuine laughter from humour. Frankly, this current version had Leon enamoured.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp snort from Mateo after pinching the soft area just below his belly button, catching both of them off guard. The younger boy's hands shot to cover his mouth in mortification. Leon couldn't help but chuckle at the sound.
"NOhOho youhuhu didn't hear thAHAHAt-" Mateo's face burned through his muffled hysterics.
"Mhm. I also certainly won't be taking note of this for future encounters either." Leon commented with a knowing smile, gradually slowing his pace to let his partner catch his breath. Mateo's cackles and shrines de-escalated into persistent giggles.
Mateo whined through his laughter. "Mehehehean..."
Leon took a moment to look at Mateo's face amidst the squirming. It was flushed. The way his mismatched eyes were squinted in mirth, the way he freckles accented the nose he scrunched when the tickles ventured to a particularly sensitive spot. He's known Mateo for long enough to see which smiles were brought on for the sake of others, which laughs were part of an act. Seeing him like this did produced unidentifiable anomalies in Leon's heart.
Eventually, the tickles came to a stop. Mateo looked up at Leon, out of breath and still giggling a bit.
"You.. are the wohorst, you know that?" He pointed an exhausted but accusatory finger in Leon's direction.
Leon's mouth twitched into a smile. "Oh, I'm well aware."
Mateo looked up at Leon and gave an exaggerated pout. It was short lived, however, when Leon began running his fingers through Mateo's curly hair.
Mateo's eyes fluttered, going half-lidded with a hum. "Mm, I suppose.. I'll forgive you, just this once."
He leaned into the touch, making Leon smile.
"Quite the switch up. Are you sure there's not some sort of off-button on your head?" Leon mused as he played with the locks fondly, gently stroking his scalp. It was a funny little quirk Mateo had: He melted every time you touched his hair.
The younger muttered something along the lines of "shut up" and shifted closer to Leon's body, turning on his side to snuggle into him further.
Leon bent down to place a kiss on Mateo's head. "That's what I thought."
Note: Woah you actually read this? Thank you :) If you have any questions (tickle or non-tickle related) about Mateo or his story just send me an ask or message and I will jump for joy that you've given me an excuse to yap about him >:)
Not the gentle whir of the automatic centrifuge nor the soft scratching of pen on paper were enough to cover the light footsteps that carefully approaches you from behind. You smile, but don’t turn from your messy notebook.
You always preferred the peaceful isolation of the late-night laboratory, being able to freely work on personal research projects without having to bump past coworkers or being interrupted by higher ups searching for answers. Still, you don’t necessarily mind this certain distraction.
“Working late again, sunshine?” Leon’s soft words send a shiver up your spine as he rests his head on your shoulder, sliding up and fitting himself naturally against your back, lazily draping his arms around your waist. You wonder how much of your notes he understands—if he can read your handwriting at all, that is. Probably quite a bit; he’s always been a smart rookie.
You hum, but still don’t look at his pretty face, lest it distract you too much in this rare peace. The view of his soft bangs and button nose from your peripheral are enough to have your heart skip a beat anyways. “No rest for the wicked,” you say. “I’m surprised you haven’t gone home yet.”
“Can’t be that surprised; we both practically live here anyways.” Leon huffs dramatically, dragging his fingers across your stomach and squeezing his arms around you in an attempt to rile up some sort of reaction from you.
You should’ve seen it coming, leaving yourself open and vulnerable like that.
You whine his name, affectionate and light as he pulls an uncontrollable laugh from your lips and you nearly crumple back in his embrace. You breathe heavily for a moment and your cheeks flush red with realization. The centrifuge clicks off as you stand in silence.
Leon’s stunned expression definitely matches your own shock.
“Sweetheart…” he starts, but words fail him for a moment as he bares his teeth between a wolfish grin. “You never told me you’re ticklish.”
You swallow, looking at the mirth growing in Leon’s blue eyes and realizing very suddenly how fucked you are, trapped between a man with a very obvious idea and the sturdy countertop. “Leon Kennedy,” you stammer, hands gripping your notebook tightly, “you wouldn’t.”
Leon smiles into your shoulder. “Guess all these late shifts keeping you from me are starting to pay off,” he says. He gently loosens his arms from your waist, watching your subtle expressions and feeling you shift against him with the intensity of a trained hawk.
“Leon—!”
You can’t even finish getting his name out before you squeal like a child, feeling the rough pads of his fingers through layers of clothes as he tickles you mercilessly, pulling laugh after laugh from your pretty lips. Even light strokes has your stomach tensing.
He says your name in the same tone, laughing alongside you.
You drop the notebook on the table as your hands scramble to grasp at his wrists, but you’re not nearly strong enough to pull them away from your vulnerable sides. Your knees buckle and laughter turns breathy as you lean into your cheeky boyfriend while he keeps you giggling in the palms of his hands.
Your eyes water, chest burns, and legs shake. “W-Wait, I—I can’t,” you beg between gasps, “stop, Le—on!”
He stops almost immediately, realizing that maybe mercilessly tickling his partner wasn’t the smartest idea. “Fuckin’ adorable,” Leon coos, peppering kisses on your hot cheeks and holding you tightly against his chest while you rest limply against him.
You heave a sigh, grateful for the way the air fills your lungs again. “This is why,” you take a large breath, “I didn’t tell you I was ticklish!”
“Not bad for your first time,” he says. The innuendo isn’t lost on you, and you pinch his skin with the blunt edges of your nails until he starts mumbling ow, ow, ow and pulling his arm away.
“Cheeky bastard, coming in here and making a mess of me—“
“—yeah, yeah, ‘m sorry.” Leon noses your neck and gently sways you.
You relax a little when you sees his smile, but can’t help yourself from teasing him a little more. “You’re awful,” you pout, “absolutely the worst.”
“Mm, I love you too.”
“Ugh.”
“I’ll tickle the attitude out of you if I have to.”
Question: is King of Hearts going to be exclusively M/F or will we see some F/M sprinkled in there?
I'm reading it regardless but I LOVE me some F/M so I was wondering :3
Ooohh yes definitely! I was only using M/F to indicate it's a male/female couple actually and not again M/M, but of couuurse, Lee Hank is something I've been keeping a treat for later throughout all of the series.
He will make his first appearance.. next chapter 😏 and then many more 😏😏😏 let the big man laugh~~~~
