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[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 5: After-Dinner Shenanigans

Mario and Luigi leave their parents house, and continue to tease each other and bond over typical brotherly things.

As soon as the boys hopped into their car and closed the door, Luigi and Mario both let out a sigh of relief. 

“Mama mia…” Mario let out. “I love our famiglia, but I am exhausted.” Mario told him. 

Luigi scratched his own forehead as he looked at Mario. “Do you want me to-a drive?” Luigi asked. 

Mario looked at Luigi with exhaustion just dripping from his eyes. “Will you?” Mario asked softly. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Sure! I don’t mind driving.” Luigi replied. 

Mario chuckled and opened the car door. “I know you don’t mind, but still…You’re not tired?” Mario asked as he closed the door. 

Luigi hopped out as well and walked past his brother to the driver's side. “Not-a really, no.” Luigi replied. “I could still go another couple hours.” Luigi admitted as he hopped into the driver's seat and closed the door. 

Mario laughed as he closed the passenger side door. “Well, maybe I’m tired because someone couldn’t keep their paws off me for a night.” Mario teased. 

Luigi groaned in pain as he held his forehead. “Did you mean to word it like we’re a gay couple?” Luigi asked. 

Mario laughed and covered his mouth. “No no, that’s-” Mario doubled over, wheezing before clapping his hands a couple times. “-That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and started the car. “Then what did you mean, oh tired one?” Luigi asked. 

Mario poked his side. “You couldn’t go one hour without tickling me.” Mario explained. 

Luigi jumped and pushed Mario’s hand away. “Don’t go around calling yourself the innocent one. You couldn’t go a single second without taunting me.” Luigi reminded him. “Yeah! Cause it’s fun to tease you!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi smiled as he turned himself around to look behind him, while pressing the gas lightly. “Well, maybe it’s fun to tickle you.” Luigi teased. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s fun to tickle me.” Mario muttered. “Tickling others is always fun.” 

Luigi changed the stick to Drive, before letting the steering wheel turn itself forward. “Well that, and you’re very cute and tickle-able.” Luigi told him with a smirk. Mario looked at Luigi out of the corner of his eye, refusing to look at his brother for fear of making his blush more visible. Then, he poked Luigi’s side. “Right back at you.” Mario shot back. 

Luigi widened his eyes and jumped, before attempting to slap his hand away. But the dude was trying to hit him without looking, and was missing every slap attempt. All the while, his face was heating up red already from just the comment and the poke alone. 

Mario laughed as he kept going around his brother’s hand and poking his brother’s exposed right side occasionally. Luigi kept driving one-handed, trying to hit Mario’s hand with his free right hand to stop him. But you could only do so much when you’re trying to focus on the road while your stupid older brother keeps poking you.

“Mario, I’m driving!” Luigi spat at him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye for a moment before looking forward at the road. 

“And I’m getting my revenge!” Mario declared. “No biggie.” He added. 

“Now is NOT the time-” Luigi finally managed to land a slap on the back of Mario’s hand. 

Mario pulled his hand back, yelping in pain, before looking at Luigi. Mario then smirked and started poking him with both his hands this time! “How well can you drive when being tickled?” Mario asked, poking his side and his belly. 

Luigi growled and tightened his diaphragm in an attempt to lessen the tickles while he drove. But everytime he had to breathe, the tickling would worsen and make him curl up enough to skew his line of vision. He should NOT be driving like this! 

Luigi finally flipped on the right turning signal, before pulling over. Somehow, the man managed to park the car without hitting the curb, while Mario only kept on poking his stupid sides. With the car put into park, Luigi turned over and began to physically play-fight with his brother. “STOP IT! You’re driving me INSANE!” Luigi argued. 

“Annoying, isn’t it?” Mario asked with a smirk. 

“VERY annoying.” Luigi warned, genuinely angry at this point. 

Mario giggled a bit. “Do you need me to stop?” Mario asked. 

“YES!” Luigi shot back. 

“Okay, okay! Ihi’ll stop!” Mario reacted, holding up his arms in arrest. 

Luigi softened his expression and let Mario’s hands go. He turned to the front of the seat, and repositioned himself. “Can’t the revenge wait until we get home? Or…ya know…Tomorrow?” Luigi asked. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Well which would you rather?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked forward. “I…You want me to have a say?” Luigi asked, looking at Mario out of the corner of his eye. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s your doom. You might as well have a say in your own doom.” Mario teased. 

Luigi could feel his stupid cheeks betraying him again. He began to stutter and look everywhere except directly at Mario. “Sh-Shut up.” Luigi muttered, pushing Mario’s shoulder. 

Mario laughed loudly at his blushy younger brother. “You’re so easily embarrassed!” Mario laughed. 

“Yeah? W-Well, you’re no different!” Luigi attempted to argue. 

“I can sense your confidence.” Mario said sarcastically. 

“More confidence than you have with Peach.” Luigi argued. 

Mario looked at Luigi with shock. “Hey! What does Peach have to do with this?!” Mario argued. 

“It is blatantly clear you like her, Mario. I know how you act around girls.” Luigi told him. 

“How do I act?” Mario asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“You get all competitive and smug. You act like you’re SuCh A tOuGh GuY.” Luigi exaggerated. 

“I do not.” Mario mumbled. 

Luigi guffawed before looking at Mario. “I believe some of your exact words from yesterday were ‘Don’t even think about it’ and ‘You messed with the wrong plumber’.” Luigi joked. 

“I was fending for myself! Am I not allowed to fend for myself?!” Mario asked. 

“She is 5 foot 11, Mario. You’re 5 foot freaking 1!” Luigi reacted. 

“SO WHAT?!” Mario yelled. “SHE-” Luigi paused for a moment, before sitting back, closing his eyes, and taking in a big breath. He breathed out. “All I’m saying is…When are you gonna ask her out?” Luigi asked him with a tiny smirk. 

Mario widened his eyes and blinked. He could feel his own face start to flush a slight red as he struggled to think. “B-But-” 

Luigi let out a laugh as he saw the blush. “I knew it! I knew it, I could sense it the whole time.” Luigi elbowed him a bit. “Mario has a cruuuush~” Luigi teased. 

“The more you keep talking, the more you’re gonna get it.” Mario warned. 

Luigi chuckled. “I thought I had a say in when I was being tickled?” Luigi asked with a smug grin on his face. 

“Keep going, and I may forfeit your privileges.” Mario warned. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “You forfeit my privileges, and I may just tell Peach aaaaall your ticklish spots.” Luigi teased. 

Mario widened his eyes and covered his own middle with blatant fear. “You-You wouldn’t…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi looked forward at the road with a smug little grin on his face. “Choose wisely, Mario.” Luigi warned softly. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him. “You don’t…” Mario looked forward at the road and hunched over almost in a pouty position. “You don’t even know all my ticklish spots.” Mario muttered. 

Luigi raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Are you sure about-a that, Mario?” Luigi asked. 

“Y-Yeah. You can’t possibly name all of them.” Mario said back. 

Luigi cleared his throat before looking at Mario and freeing his own right hand. “Sides and ribs are a good spot for starters. But I believe Peach already knows those spots.” Luigi started, making hand gestures as he talked. 

“WHA-” Mario dropped his hands to his sides and dropped his jaw in shock. 

“Armpits are a good idea too, though. However, nothing comes even close to how ticklish your feet are.” Luigi explained. 

“I-” Mario shouted, unable to think straight. “The feet are a STUPID ticklish spot, specifically the toes! And don’t get me STARTED on the big toe! Good lord, that spot could kill you in a minute tops.” Luigi explained. “But if the toes are just too resistant, one could always go for your arch or heels.” Luigi explained next. “Those work well too.” Luigi added with a smirk. 

“LUIGI-” Mario growled and looked down, covering his face. 

“Another super ticklish spot happens to be your belly button. Though it’s a bit hard to reach that spot on most days, thanks to the overalls.” Luigi added with a laugh. 

Mario let out a whine and muttered some Italian curse words under his breath. 

Luigi parked the car in the usual spot right beside the pipe that led to the mushroom kingdom. “Oh! And who could possibly forget to mention the neck!” Luigi added. “Specifically the right side and the jawline, which I’m sure Peach would find absolutely adorable, by the way.” Luigi teased. 

Mario waited impatiently for Luigi to finish his stupid infodump. “Are you DONE?” Mario asked. 

Luigi giggled and placed his hand on his chin. “I think so…Though I believe there’s one other spot I’m missing…” Luigi thought for a moment. 

Mario uncovered his eyes and looked at Luigi. “AHA!” Mario declared, pointing to him. “So you DON’T know all of them!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers. “OH! OH!” Luigi declared, suddenly remembering the spot. But before he could get it out, Mario covered up Luigi’s mouth. 

Luigi widened his eyes and yelped in surprise, before looking at Mario with slight shock. But seeing Mario’s red, embarrassed face…for some reason…helped give Luigi the small bit of confidence he needed to continue this brutal tease-fest. 

Luigi looked at the hand that was on his mouth, and narrowed his eyes. Mario’s self-defense act had been a huge mistake. And the best part? Mario didn’t even realize it yet. 

With a swift inhale, Luigi blew a raspberry on Mario’s hand. 

“eeEEEHEEK!” Mario pulled his hand back, squeezing his hand into a fist as he grew a wobbly smile and let out a few giggles. 

“Your palms!” Luigi declared, his mouth free to verbally tease him all he wants. “Though, that’s probably the strangest ticklish spot out of all of them.” Luigi replied. 

Mario looked over at Luigi for only a few seconds…before showing Luigi the most evil little smile he could muster. It was here that Luigi began to realize…that he may have just screwed up big time. 

Mario kicked his own passenger door open, and hopped out of the van. Closing the door, Mario marched his chubby little legs over to the drivers side, and opened the door. Because Luigi was still leaning against the door, Luigi ended up falling backwards out of the car. Luigi felt instant relief the moment he felt hands rather than pavement. But his relief quickly turned to fear when he saw Mario holding him bridal style. 

“WAH! M-Mario, can we pleASE TALK ABOUT-” Luigi shrieked as he was blatantly dropped right into the green pipe by his brother. 

Mario wiped off his hands, and turned around to look at the van. He decided to take a couple extra seconds to make sure that the keys were grabbed and the van was locked. Putting both the keys and his phone back into his pocket, Mario jumped into the pipe right after his brother. 

Having lived in the Mushroom kingdom for months now, Mario was used to the long slide that led to and from the Mushroom Kingdom. It was fun, and certainly felt like a wild tube slide made for adults. Mario looked forward and saw Luigi flying down the pipe in front of him. Mario brought his own hands to his sides, and allowed himself to go down faster. 

Luigi popped out of the pipe first and landed onto the grass. Mario popped out next, landing right beside him…Quite convenient placing considering the tickle fight that was about to start. 

Mario quickly crawled up to Luigi and started absolutely destroying his brother with tickles. “While we’re on the topic of embarrassing ticklish spots, Maybe I should start specifying every cute little ticklish spot on YOU!” Mario declared. 

“eEEEHEHEHEHEEE! MAHAHARIO PLEASE NOHOHOHO!” Luigi begged, trying super hard to stop his brother. 

“Now where do I even start…” Mario muttered. “Well for starters, I’ll start with the #1 cutest little ticklish spot on you: Your ears.” Mario teased, fluttering his fingers very gently on the back part of his right ear. 

Luigi snorted right away and blushed a dark red, as squeaky giggles started to leave his lungs. “EEEheeheeheehee! *snort* Nohohooo! *snort* Leeheeave my eeeheeheears alohohone!” Luigi reacted. 

“I think the funniest part is when your blush is so dark and spreading so fast, it even begins to cover theeee…” Mario gently traced his fingers right over to the top of his vulnerable ear. “Top of your ears!” Mario finished. 

Luigi snorted and tilted his head towards the tickling hand. The man just kept snorting occasionally and giggling up a storm at this point. “eeEEHEHEEHEE!” Luigi squeezed his eyes shut as he attempted to get Mario’s hands away from his fragile, tickly ears. 

Keyword here is ‘attempted’. 

“Ihit’s like your ears have flashing lights that tell people “TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME!”. It’s so funny!” Mario explained, letting out a few laughs of his own. 

Luigi covered up his face in pure embarrassment. Though he knew that teasing him the way he did would get him in trouble, Luigi still could NOT predict a lee mood to come on so quickly. It was like Luigi did a full 180 in a matter of minutes! 

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!” Mario teased before tickling Luigi’s completely vulnerable left ear. 

Luigi let out a glass-shattering squeal. “eEEEHEHEEEEE! *snort* NAHAhaha- *snort*!!” Luigi covered his face with both his hands. “MM MMHMHMHM- *snort* -HMHMHM!” Luigi whined through his palms. 

Mario then pulled out that feather powerup from a couple days earlier, and started tickling his right ear with it. 

Luigi could’ve died from how embarrassed he was. Though the other tickle fights he had over the last couple days were great, this specific tickle fight quickly took the cake as his favorite. If it wasn’t evident enough, one of Luigi’s favorite spots to be tickled and teased is the ears. He knows it’s embarrassing. He knows what Mario is capable of doing. But he freaking LOVES IT! 

“So which ear tickles more? The right ear? Or the left one?” Mario asked curiously. 

Luigi giggled and shook his head. “Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohohow.” Luigi replied. 

“Do you need me to try it out?” Mario asked. 

Luigi uncovered his face momentarily. “Uhuhuhuhuhh…” Luigi struggled to reply. If he wasn’t so embarrassed about this little secret, he probably would’ve told Mario the truth right now in a heartbeat. But…with how the tickle community was often perceived, he knew it was going to be a lot harder than just straight-up admitting it. 

Luigi was thrown out of his thoughts the moment his left ear was tickled with the feather. “EEEHEEEK! Wahahahaha!” Luigi laughed, shaking his head left and right. Though this wouldn’t help Luigi in the slightest. In fact, shaking his head rapidly would only tickle his ear even more. 

“Too bad I only have 1 powerup feather…Two of them would be very useful right now.” Mario admitted. 

“Shuhuhushhhh!” Luigi ordered. 

“I feel like one would be plenty enough for the poor man.” Someone nearby said. 

Mario yelped and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Luigi had covered his mouth and squeaked in horror. He knew EXACTLY who this was, and he was WAY too embarrassed to even make eye contact with them. 

Mario scratched the back of his head as he looked at the person. “Princess, I…” Mario bit his lip, embarrassed. “How…how long have you been watching?” Mario asked. 

Peach giggled and crossed her arms. “Oh, about 15 minutes.” She replied. “There’s only one person I know who has a laugh as genuine and goofy as Luigi’s.” Peach told him.

As if it was even possible at this point, Luigi’s cheeks had started glowing an even darker shade of red. “……Eheh…oh.” Luigi mumbled, still quite tired from the giggles.  

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if ‘goofy’ is the right word for it. Genuine certainly is, but not ‘goofy’.” Mario replied. 

Peach smiled and walked up to Luigi. “Hmm…” Peach looked down to Luigi, and offered him a hand. “Need help up?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit and took her hand, getting up. “Thank you.” 

Mario smiled and looked at the two of them. “We should probably head inside. Did you want to come in, Peach?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit and shook his head. He saw this coming a mile away. Peach smiled brightly and nodded her head. “I would love to!” she replied. 

Luigi walked up and opened the door for her, waving for her to come in. He closed the door when Peach went inside. “Very nice house. Small, but cute.” Peach said. 

Luigi chuckled. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘quaint’.” Luigi said. 

Mario guffawed and looked at Luigi. “Where’d you pull that word out of?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “My head.” Luigi replied. 

“You read too much.” Mario teased. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “And you don’t read enough.” Luigi replied. 

Peach sat down at the table, thinking for a moment. “What does ‘quaint’ mean?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled. “Charming, pretty, unique.” Luigi replied. “It’s a word often used to describe old-fashioned buildings, or people who were out of the ordinary.” Luigi replied. “In a good way, I mean.” Luigi added. 

Peach nodded and watched as Luigi put down a mug of tea in front of her, with the tea bag still in. “Thank you.” Peach said, doctoring up her tea as she listened to the boys bicker and chat. None of them would end up going to bed until much later. And despite knowing they’re gonna wake up feeling slightly less rested the next morning, Mario and Luigi both agreed that it was going to be worth it. 

I wanted to put this tiny disclaimer at the end...Please don't do what Mario did, and tickle the driver while the car's moving. This counts as distracted driving, and you are going to cause a car crash, followed by endless embarrassment caused by having to explain this unfortunate situation to the police. So...Don't do that. That is all. :)

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,

OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands

I'll draw it.

[magpieddd]

you’re not immune to the onceler

[tkpuke]

23 and jayvik pretty please :3

Jayce + Viktor - 23. “Yes…I mean, no!”

author’s note: okay so the plot for this was heavily inspired by @ticklish-ghost , @home-of-the-squirmle and I’s discussion on one of their posts so why not make it into a fic okay? okay cool

It was nearing midnight, the only light shining into the lab through the curtains was the moon and its luminescent stars scattered around the sky. Viktor perched an elbow on the table, leaning his cheek on his hand while reading a book that could hold answers to have them move forward with their project. They were close, but it seemed like they were met with a dead end. Scientists don’t take those lightly, so they hungrily search for other possibilities and correct their mistakes on what went wrong.

He doesn’t have a clue on his partner’s whereabouts, but he’s not going to waste time searching for him. Usually Viktor takes the extra mile and works on projects a little more than he’s suppose to. He tends to struggle with the definition of teamwork when he’s been mostly alone his entire childhood, so he has no issue working alone while Jayce heads off for other duties or sleeps at a healthy time compared to Viktor’s sleep schedule.

It was peaceful and quiet. Viktor treasures nights like these. Until something was dropped beside him, creating a loud thunk.

“Look what I made.” A voice suddenly spoke out from behind, it belonging to Jayce which made Vitkor nearly jump a foot from his chair. “Jesus Christ—Jaycewhendidyougethere-“ He looked beside him to see what was dropped, picking it up to examine. An iron knife in the perfect size to fit in your pocket, the ends in a twisted pattern to make it look a little stylish. His face doesn’t show it, but Viktor is slightly impressed. There is no interest in him for weapons, but when it’s created so clean and perfected by Jayce himself, he can’t help but be in awe.

He then puts the knife down, finally meeting Jayce’s eyes. “Another tool that will never be used for its purpose.” Clear to say Jayce has made a couple of tools, most having the same theme: sharp and dangerous. He never uses them, as Viktor stated, but Jayce always gives the ‘you never know’ excuse. In reality the man just gets bored out of his mind at times and gets these random surges of creativity to go down and make any toys his heart desires. Who wouldn’t if they had the skill to properly do so?

Viktor’s eyes started to register that Jayce is full on shirtless right in front of him, muscles exposed and pumped to its core from all the wielding. It never really dawned on him how strong of a guy Jayce is, feeling a bit fragile and small the more he compared his own build to him. How easy it could be for Jayce to effortlessly pin him. How he could take away Viktor’s right to squirm by simply sitting on his waist. How he could be picked up with one singular arm by Jayce with zero sweat.

Jayce caught on to his more than five second stare. Viktor noticed.

He took attention to the soot covered all over Jayce’s upper body, taking that as an explanation of his longing stare. “You’re dirty. Here, sit.” Viktor nudged his head over to a nearby chair, heading over to grab a cloth that will soon be damped with water and soap. “Oh, thank you. You really don’t have to.” Jayce chuckles all flustered in appreciation by Viktor’s care, taking the seat anyway. Viktor comes back, starting to dab the cloth on his shoulders while he works his way down. “Hmph, I’ve seen you sleep before in this state. Least I can do is help you get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I get too exhausted sometimes!” Jayce replies defensively, but gives a soft smile at the end. He grabs the knife he created earlier, fingers feeling around it. “You have to admit, this one looks a bit cooler than the others I have made.” Viktor nods in somewhat agreement, now focusing on the upper chest to clean off. “You can keep it, if you want to of course.”

Viktor shakes his head, not meeting Jayce’s eyes while conversing. “There’s no need for me to have it, but thank you for your…kind offer.”

“You’re keeping it.” Jayce responds back with, putting it on top of the open book Vitkor was previously reading so he won’t forget to take it with him. The other only sighs, being aware it’s a losing battle to argue with Jayce when he’s so set on gifting someone something they’ve never asked for. It’s one of the man’s many love languages: giving gifts.

His hand started moving down more, getting near his upper ribs. A quick shift of change in Jayce’s demeanor, beginning to have trouble sitting still like before and biting down his lip hard. Viktor catches on. Of course he did when he begin to rub the cloth against his body more gently, hoping it sent a ticklish shockwave. Revenge was right in front of him from all the times Viktor was ruthlessly, in his opinion, tickled silly by Jayce who never shot down an opening opportunity to do so. Little to Jayce’s knowledge, Viktor has been seeking out opportunities himself to get back. The whole idea of touch is just a subject he awkwardly moves around in, never having someone so playful and lovingly touchy like Jayce in his life.

With the way Jayce was squirming and huffing air out of his nose to suppress the giggles forming in his throat, it fueled newfound confidence in Viktor’s actions. He took it a step further, pretending a spot of soot around Jayce’s ribs was giving him difficulty to rub off, so he pressed his fingers deeper while curling them a little.

Not expecting the firmer touch along with feeling nails through the cloth gliding around his ribs freely, a surprised gasp slips out. Small giggles came right after, instinctively grabbing ahold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor raises a brow, feigning confusion. “Sorry, does this tickle?”

“Yes…I mean, no!” Jayce got too distracted from the ticklish grazes that the question failed to register on time for him to think of an answer that may save his dignity. Viktor nudges Jayce’s firm grip off of his wrist, and he hesitantly does so. His partner looks up, doing incredibly well on not cracking a smile to foil his true intentions. “Yes? No? Which one is it?”

Jayce finds Viktor’s calmness to a newfound discovery nerve-racking, wishing he could read his mind right then and there. This is the first time Viktor has ever tried to tickle Jayce, but the poor man truly believes it was done on accident. He’s been so use to Viktor taking his ticklish onslaughts like a champ and never immediately attacking back, or even days later. Jayce had his own assumption that Viktor would never live up fully to his playfulness and do so much as tickle him back. The guy doesn’t even complete Jayce’s friendly hugs most of the time by wrapping his own arms around him, just kind of standing there until he pulls away.

So that’s why Jayce is sitting here, staring into Viktor’s questioning eyes, not knowing exactly on how to respond. He decides to lie, feeling like there’s no use in telling the truth if Viktor won’t indulge a little more.

“Um, just a little. Felt weird mostly.” He so badly does a terrible job of convincing. He releases a quiet held back sigh, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment when Viktor continued on cleaning after not questioning him a bit more. Viktor created a pattern, dragging the cloth and his fingers across Jayce’s skin that wasn’t ticklish at all. Then in the middle of doing so, he would press more firmly and curl his fingers again just enough for his nails to graze.

Jayce is terrible at holding in his giggles, making weird ‘kcchh!’ noises and sometimes letting a couple out for a few seconds but in a whisper tone as if Viktor isn’t right in front of him to hear them all. “You’re giggling a lot for someone who claims to just be a little ticklish.” Viktor nonchalantly states, placing a hand on top of Jayce’s shoulder to keep him steady. Jayce was about to do another failed attempt of denying until that pattern Viktor was doing met down around his stomach.

Jayce snorts, instantly slapping a hand to cover his mouth in shock as Viktor pauses his movements. His mouth twitches upward for a split second, almost smiling from Jayce’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, so it does tickle.”

“Viktor, wait—“

“You lied to me?”

“Nononono, it’s just that—“

“No need to explain yourself, Jayce. I’ll be careful.” You’d have to be dumb to not practically hear the smile in Viktor’s tone. Both of them, and if anyone else were to be in that room, would very much know that Victor won’t be ‘careful’. Viktor kept up that god forsaken pattern again, but this time letting it tickle Jayce more frequently than it cleaning.

He observed Jayce’s reactions, testing out different areas around his stomach and what brought out a louder reaction than the other. Fingers curling to the middle of his stomach earned him a full boisterous laugh. Nearing his belly button made him receive laughs that shot an octave higher with an occasional whistle coming from the gap of his two front teeth. Cleaning over his belly button made Jayce snort again, a noise Viktor was seeking out for.

Jayce’s rambunctious laugh got Viktor stuck in a trance. How it’s so loud it can be heard from all over Piltover. Jayce’s high pitch snorts coming out only when Viktor tickles somewhere particularly more sensitive. His eyes being closed shut, a random push to Viktor’s face as if it’ll tone down the ticklish sensations. Viktor now understands Jayce completely. He doesn’t want to stop the fun and hearing the flow of his laugh, everything so mesmerizing and ridiculously childish. Viktor could do this all day. 

Two hands grab Viktor’s wrists while a leg kicked out when he dragged the cloth over his belly button again, shaking his head. “Hohold on plehehease!”

Viktor scoffed. “Stop being a baby. I’m not doing anything.” But it was clear as day everything was now being done with purpose. Hands still holding onto Viktor’s wrists, Jayce takes the granted time to catch his breath. “Hehehe…ohohokay, I am one hundred percent sure I’m clean now.”

Viktor tsked, watching him take in air like he ran a marathon. “I think you might be more ticklish than me, Jayce. Isn’t that something?” Jayce abruptly stares at him, peeved. “Ohoho, is that what you think? Let’s put it to the test then.”

Viktor is now the one grabbing at Jayce’s wrists, pushing with all his might out of reach. “No, Jayce! Stop!” Jayce manages to skitter across Viktor’s side, earning him a squeak that he’s terribly embarrassed of. Jayce relishes it.

“What are you, a mouse?” He teases, letting Viktor push his hands away so he can feel like he’s having the upper hand ever so often just to play fair. Viktor stops his attempts of fighting back, shooting a glare but meanwhile grinning. “At least I don’t snort like a pig.”

Viktor just sealed his own coffin shut. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” Jayce gets up from his spot, startling Viktor. He picks him up with ease, showing no effect of Viktor’s shoves and shouts to be put down at once. Jayce lays him down on the couch softly, a location Viktor is all too familiar with by how frequent Jayce pins him down and tickles him mercilessly whenever Viktor, in Jayce’s words, deserves it.

Jayce does not attack right away, taking the time out of pure entertainment to watch him struggle a bit as if by some miracle today is the day Viktor manages to escape Jayce’s evil clutches.

He’s already giggling. “Jahayce, I am telling you now. Do not.” He manages to sit up a bit, hoping to level with Jayce more and seem convincingly threatening when his cold glare meets his eyes.

Jayce’s hands started slowly moving downwards.

“I now know where you’re most ticklish. I promise you, I will not be gentle when my next chance comes if you dare to do this.”

A leap of excitement was felt in Jayce’s heart at those words, causing him to smile and shrug before drilling into Viktor’s hips.

“I can live with that.”

[helloitsghost]

Tk art after 80 years

I’m going to my senior year of highschool tmrw

One more year gotta push through🙃

Anyways it’s been month since I did tk art and I missed it, my friend introduced me to Detroit: Become Human and god I got HOOKED into Connor and Hank

Their father son dynamic is so sweet AND CONNOR IS SUCH A CUTIE😭😭

I’m sure the fandoms probs dead but eh I wanted to do this and throw a SpongeBob reference iykyk🌚

Here’s the text if u can’t read my handwriting:

Hank: “Are you feeling it now you fucking android?”

Connor: “HAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHERE!”

[starlightrosa]

I loved your Spa day with Lucifer,what if you did a follow-up,giving Alastor a hooficure where they learn Al's hooves are hyper ticklish?~

A King's Revenge

A follow up to this fic!

Summary: Lucifer decides to get a bit of payback on Alastor, since the bellhop so rudely tickled his wings previously. And Lucifer learns what really makes the Radio Demon smile.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Ahh, thank you! I love Spa Days in Hell too! But YESSS, Radio Demon boutta get destroyed by cheeky old Lucifer. Ohh, I love it, nonnie! Anything to wreck evil Bambi >:D

Warnings: Alastor doesn't have feet, he have hooves. So uh... hoof tickles, for sure. Lucifer being teasy, the odd swear word or two. (The hoof tickles themselves are obviously all SFW)

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The pentagram sun rose quite happily in the crimson sky once more, signalling the start of a new day in Hell. The patrons all had their things to do today. Angel Dust was out on another shoot for Valentino. Husk was polishing glasses on his bar, while not-so-subtly nursing a bottle of whiskey alongside that task. A bit riskier of a play, but hey, Husk was a gambler for a reason. Niffty was busy swatting at flies. Charlie and Vaggie were poring over management plans, in a marketing bid. And Alastor was Satan-knows-where.

Lucifer came down the steps, yawning as he stretched out his wings. Lucifer was still getting used to showing his wings around these patrons. The last time he had done so, well.. it ended with his mischievous daughter and her bellhop tickling each wing until Lucifer was a babbling mess, in an effort to groom his wings.

Lucifer shivered a bit at the mere memory of that. He chuckled, having been refreshed after a night’s sleep with his newly preened wings. He supposed Charlie would have found out just how ticklish his wings were anyway, but the fact that Alastor had found out alongside her was a bit more jarring.

But Lucifer wasn’t one to be put down so easily. He had noticed Alastor’s unique self-care routine, or lack thereof. Alastor didn’t smell per se, but there was a hint of unwelcomed musk about him. Like a mix of dirt and cooked human flesh. Made sense, given Alastor did make a fair few visits to Cannibal Colony, where his dear friend Rosie lived. His breath, however… phew, that was a whole other can of worms.

Lucifer sat reading his latest novel, the golden title of ‘The Ugly Duckling’ embossed on the book as he pondered this in his head. Alastor didn’t really bother to take care of himself hygiene-wise, but he made sure his suit was immaculately pressed and washed. What kind of sense did that make?

And then there was a knock on the door, jolting the king out of his thoughts. “Come in!” he called, setting his book aside as he awaited his visitor.

To his delight, his daughter Charlie walked on in. “Hey Dad!” she greeted. Lucifer smiled.

“Ahh, there’s my little apple! How has the marketing been going, Char-Char?” Lucifer chirped, oddly chipper as his wings rose up, fluttering softly.

“Yeah, it’s been going well. I see your wings look a lot better.” she chuckled, a hint of a teasing tone in her voice. Lucifer chuckled and crossed his legs for a moment.

“Indeed they are. Right after you and the bellhop had your ways with me, like the cheeky things you are.” Lucifer growled playfully, pulling Charlie into his arms and using his wings to softly brush up against her sides. “But you should know not to mess with the Tickle Monster, Char-Char.” he added, smirking evilly.

“Pfffthahaha! Dahahahad, nohohohoho!” Charlie giggled, squirming in his arms. Lucifer chuckled and ruffled his feathers a little more against his daughter’s sides.

“Tickle tickle, little apple~” Lucifer cooed softly, enjoying the giggle fit he was happily pulling out of Charlie. No matter what age she was, she was his little girl. His pride and joy.

“DAHAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEASE!” Charlie shrieked, her eyes bright with mirth. The sight warmed Lucifer’s heart as he chuckled and let her stand back up, allowing Charlie to adjust her suit again to keep it nice and unruffled. Seems the bellhop’s mannerisms were starting to rub off on her for a little.

“Charlie, can I ask you something?” Lucifer asked, seeing his daughter adjust her suit. Charlie nodded once she had gotten her suit all back in order.

“Sure, Dad. What’s on your mind?” asked the princess.

“It concerns your business partner, Alastor. I am a little concerned about his hygiene. I mean, you’ll forgive me for saying so, but he does not smell very pleasant some days. Is there any way we could rectify that, little apple?” Lucifer asked, putting on a rather convincing show, as if he was truly concerned.

Charlie hummed, one hand resting delicately upon her cheek as she pondered. “Well, I’ve tried talking to him about it. But he just doesn’t seem to go for it. Vaggie and I are kind of at our wits end with him in regards to that.”

“Perhaps a spa day may benefit him.” Lucifer offered, trying to keep his tone neutral, offering his wings up as proof. The six wings of the fallen seraphim glimmered softly. Charlie gasped and nodded, a familiar shine in her eyes that warmed Lucifer’s heart.

“Oh yes! Dad, you’re a genius! I’ll go ask him!” Charlie said, making to run off, but Lucifer caught her arm.

“Ah, ah. Little apple, I know your enthusiasm knows no bounds. Leave this to me, hmm? Why don’t you and your girlfriend have the day off, and I will present the idea to him. I mean, he can’t exactly refuse his king, now can he?” Lucifer chuckled.

Charlie giggled. “I’m sure Alastor won’t have a problem with this. Call me if things get bad, okay?”

“Of course, little apple. You go spend time with your beloved.” Lucifer urged, making playful shoo motions to Charlie. Once the princess had disappeared, Lucifer’s soft smile changed into a cheeky grin as he set off to go find Alastor. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Alastor was relaxing on the balcony, sipping his black coffee from his mug, adequately titled as “Oh Deer.” Befitting for a deer demon. Lucifer walked out onto the balcony. “Afternoon, bellhop.”

Alastor’s ears flattened slightly, as his eyes narrowed. “Hello.” he hissed back, his tone bordering on the edge of fake politeness. The mere mention of Lucifer’s name brought a sense of ire around Alastor. Seeing him just made that ire worse.

Lucifer tutted, leaning playfully on the railing of the balcony. “Now, now. No need to look so defensive. Charlie tells me you’ve been working rather hard, and she wants to make sure you relax.” Lucifer quickly made up. The lie came easily. Lucifer knew Alastor would be more inclined to believe him if the king composed a lie that involved Charlie in some way.

Alastor raised a brow. He didn’t recall any time that Charlie said that, but Lucifer was still leagues above him in terms of power. Lucifer was the KING, for Christ’s sake. He held his microphone close to his chest. “She said that? Truly?”

“Indeed so. Not only that, but you seem quite overworked. I mean, you are on your feet constantly from what I have seen here during my visit. Surely you should want to put your feet up once in a while.” Lucifer continued on. He was selling a convincing act. He just hoped Alastor fell for it.

“My feet are up right now.” Alastor said, taking a long sip of coffee to prove his point, the ‘Oh Deer’ logo prominent.

Lucifer sighed and kept his smile. “Don’t make me make it an order from your king, bellhop. Do we have an agreement that you’ll come take the day to relax?”

Now it was Alastor’s turn to sigh, looking away as his ears flattened yet again before they pinned back up, his eternal smile etched stubbornly onto his face.

“If Charlie wishes me to, then I suppose I’ve no choice.” the deer demon sighed, getting to his feet. Lucifer had a hard time keeping his smile from turning wicked. He had Alastor right where he wanted him. Thankfully Charlie had told Lucifer about the new hotel’s building plan, so he knew there was a spa on the east wing at the first floor. And it was there that he led Alastor.

“Have you ever had a spa day, bellhop?” Lucifer asked. Alastor scoffed.

“I’d rather you said my name. I am not some measly bellhop.”

“Al, right?” Lucifer asked. He didn’t want to give Alastor the satisfaction of following his request entirely. That could make Alastor think that the literal king of Hell was easy to be manipulated. He wasn’t going to fall for that shit.

“Close enough.” Alastor murmured, as the two stepped into the spa. Lucifer led Alastor to one of the massage chairs.

“So, Al. You’re on your feet all fucking day, and I’ve seen that. I don’t know how your feet haven’t fallen off yet. But I have expertise in massages, I did it all the time for my wife. May I?” Lucifer asked, keeping polite as he gestured to Alastor’s shoes. The fact that Alastor seemingly hadn’t caught on was pretty shocking. Maybe the so-called Radio Demon finally had his guard down enough.

Alastor sighed, his ears flattening. But he knew he could not refuse the king of Hell. Not if he wanted to survive. So he reluctantly tugged off his dress shoes. When they fell away, Lucifer looked down, but to Lucifer’s slight surprise, Alastor didn’t have human feet. From his shins downward, he had dark deer legs, ending with a pair of red hooves.

No matter. Lucifer had some revenge to get. He gently settled Alastor’s feet in his lap and smiled at Alastor, doing his best to make it a friendly smile, though he knew Alastor was going to be on guard anyway. So Lucifer softly pressed his fingers to Alastor’s hooves. But he was not expecting a choked back noise to issue from Alastor’s throat.

“Al? You, uh… you okay?” Lucifer asked. Alastor nodded frantically, his eternal smile wobbling the slightest amount. It was physically impossible for Alastor to not be smiling, but his smile somehow seemed a lot more amused.

“S-Stohop!” Alastor said, though the chuckle in his voice was exactly what Lucifer wanted to hear. He repressed a wicked laugh and simply steeled himself, acting like he hadn’t noticed. Two of his wings softly snuck under Alastor’s knees and tickled there briefly, enjoying the deer demon fighting the tickly feelings silently.

“You’re dohohoing thahahat on purpose!” Alastor hissed, his legs twitching as he fought not to kick out to dispel some of the ticklish tingles running around his legs. His ears flattened to his head, and Lucifer chuckled despite himself.

“Doing what? I’m doing nothing, Al. I just want to ensure my daughter’s business partner has some well deserved rest once in a while.” Lucifer lied, even as he took advantage again of Alastor’s little weakness, and softly flexed his nails against the pads of Alastor’s hooves. Alastor couldn’t hold it back and a sharp squeal of microphone feedback left his throat. Lucifer covered his ears, before he looked down at Alastor incredulously. Then his lips turned up, and Lucifer burst into hysterics.

“Oh my GOHOHOHOD! Al, what the hells was thahahat?!” Lucifer cackled. Alastor grumbled, his voice crackling slightly.

“Yohohohou are insuhuhufferable.” Alastor grumbled, sitting up to glare daggers at Lucifer. But the king of Hell only grinned.

“Excuse you, I’m following your example!” Lucifer shot back. “Aren’t you the one who always says that you’re never fully dressed without a smile? Can’t have my daughter’s business partner underdressed! No, sir!”

“I swehehear to- NAHAHAHAHA!” Alastor screeched, his back arching. He fell back, squirming like a worm on a fishing hook as Lucifer was scribbling up and down one of the pads with one hand, but using his right hand to make gentle circles on the other. The differing sensations on both of his hooves was driving Alastor nuts.

And then Lucifer simply added his wings to the mix, making sure to pay attention to the back of Alastor’s knees once again, enjoying the soft cackling and microphone screeching that made up Alastor’s laughter.

“NOHOHOHO!” Alastor yelled, trying to tug his legs out of Lucifer’s hold. But the king wouldn’t let go.

“Ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going, Al?” Lucifer chastised, tugging the hooves back into his lap. He wouldn’t stop until he was done with revenge.

“Awahahahay frohohom yohohou!” Alastor shot back. “Stohohop doing it!”

“Doing what, Al? Oh, don’t tell me that you can’t say the word.” Lucifer chuckled.

“I-I CAHAHAHAN!” Alastor argued.

“Then do it.” Lucifer said, egging the deer demon on, smirking at Alastor.

To his credit, Alastor truly did try. “T-T-Tick… tick-”

“No, that’s not the word. Tick is the sound a clock makes, Al.” Lucifer interrupted. “I believe it is pronounced like this. Tickle. And I shall use it in a sentence for you. Tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Lucifer demonstrated, all six wings being put to use. Three wings on each of Alastor’s ticklish little hooves as Lucifer softly brought his nails behind Alastor’s ears and tickled there too.

“AIEEEEHEHEHEE! NOHOHO, NOHO!” Alastor cried out, more sharp squeals of microphone feedback being pulled out of him. His hoof pads and his ears? Oh, that was just cruel. Alastor couldn’t even move, he was that ticklish. And Lucifer loved every moment of this.

“It’s a wonder how Charlie hasn’t found out yet. Normally she’s quick to know about tickle spots. And your ticklish hoovsies are an absolute giggle goldmine!” Lucifer declared, enjoying the pink hue at Alastor’s cheeks. “Oh-ho, is that a blush I see?”

Alastor’s blush brightened at Lucifer’s words as he hid his face.

“Ohh, don’t be getting all shy on me, Al. Let me see that smile~” Lucifer grinned, softly taking Alastor’s hands away from his face. Alastor’s snarkiness was drying up fast, and tears sparkled in his eyes. Lucifer decided that maybe he should stop soon. So for the last little bit of his revenge, Lucifer went all out. His claws flexed upon Alastor’s hooves and tickled every last bit of his ticklish little hoof pads. Some of Lucifer’s wing feathers had fallen out, so he picked up the fallen feathers and brushed them over Alastor’s knees in a pattern.

Alastor’s laughter went silent for a moment. And then the loudest squeal of microphone feedback left him yet again as a long wheeze left Alastor before the deer demon simply went limp, and Lucifer took that as his cue to stop.

Lucifer softly took Alastor’s ticklish legs out of his lap and gently settled Alastor’s shoes back on, even going as far as to tie the laces for him.

“That was… cruel.” Alastor gasped out, the deer demon rubbing his eyes to dispel the tears of mirth that sparkled within them.

“You didn’t even try and stop me, bellhop.” Lucifer laughed. Alastor grumbled and sat up, his hooves tingling with ticklish energy. Though he wouldn’t lie, being tickled kind of reminded him of simpler times with his beloved mother, back when Alastor was just a young boy.

As Alastor headed to the door of the spa, he turned back to Lucifer, smiling ominously. “I hope you don’t think you’re going to get away with that. You will regret this deeply, Your Majesty~” Alastor said, his eyes sparkling with revenge as he left the spa.

Lucifer chuckled nervously as he stayed there in the spa, waiting thirty seconds before he hurried to his suite and locked the door.

Was he probably going to get tickled at some point by Alastor? Yes.

Would Lucifer do this again if given the opportunity? In a goddamned heartbeat.

The End!

[berrymilkwithsugar]

*Ahem* So I’ve been gone for a bit… college had me in a chokehold for a while… along with getting used to a new art program.

Have these sillies as an apology for disappearing for so long (I swear I’m normal about them-)

[jettorii]

Okay but COLE GETTING HIS TUMMY RASPBERRIES AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD NOT TO GIVE IN BECAUSE HE WANTS TO PROVE THAT HE'S TOUGH BUT IT TICKLES SO BAD AND NOW JAY'S CHEATING AND SENDING LITTLE TICKLE SHOCKS ACROSS HIS HIPS-

NARGRHAAA PELASE I HATE YOU SM FOR THIS /j

he crumbles after trying so hard to maintain that little tough image but omgg nooo hes so tickly

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 4: The Embarrassing Family Dinner

Mario and Luigi go to their parents' house for dinner. Mario starts to tell the story of what happened the other night, and craziness ensues.

Another one?! REALLY?! I just feel...really good. I feel like being extra kind tonight. I hope you all enjoy!

The next day: 

Luigi and Mario were riding in the car, heading over to their parents for dinner after work. Despite the fact that they had moved out already, their Mom and Dad still wanted them over for dinner as often as they could. When they managed to settle on weekday nights as ‘dinner nights with family’, they were happy to compromise. 

“That old cat was really cute at that last place.” Mario said. 

Luigi smiled. “Yeah…He was very mellow. And loved people. I could tell.” Luigi added. 

“I loved that he’d just chill out near the sink while we worked.” Mario added, laughing. “Also, the fact that he kept rubbing against your leg?” Mario included. 

Luigi giggled. “I always did prefer cats.” Luigi admitted, remembering the little purring sound the old cat made as he rubbed against his leg. It was really cute. The cat would even let him pet his ears and neck for a few moments. 

“But the fact that he almost tripped you too?” Mario added with a laugh. 

“I should’ve been looking where I was going, honestly. I’m not used to quiet animals.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Always trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.” Mario muttered. “It’s funny that you’re scared of dogs, but not scared of cats. You’re the opposite of most people.” Mario added. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders in response. “Guess that makes me unique?” 

Mario chuckled as he turned the wheel. “Guess so.” 

Mario and Luigi drove up into the driveway, and made sure to lock the door. They didn’t want any of their equipment being stolen while they were inside, after all. Mario put the keys into his overalls and knocked on the door before entering. “Now Luigi…” Mario poked his brother’s phone inside the pocket. “I want you to stay off the phone while we’re here.” Mario told him. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Mario…I know that. I’m not 16 anymore.” Luigi reminded him. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you poking around on it after dinner yesterday. No phone, at all.” Mario ordered. 

Luigi widened his eyes, before biting his lip and looking down. “Okay…” He mumbled. 

Mario chuckled. “We don’t want those stories about puppies making you red before I do.” Mario reminded him. 

Luigi looked up and at Mario with shock and slight horror. “W-What?!” 

Mario laughed and elbowed him. “Nothing, nothing. Just teasing you.” Mario said before the door opened. 

“Mario! Luigi!” She pulled them both into a big hug. 

“Hello Mama.” Mario said, hugging her back.  

Luigi hugged her back as well, just glad to enjoy her touch and company for these few seconds. They soon let go and she brought them in. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She told them. “I’m making your favorite!” She told them. 

“Lasagna?” Mario asked. 

“That’s right!” She replied. 

“Yes!!” Mario cheered, throwing his hands in the air. “Thank you!” Mario reacted. 

She cut up the lasagna and put it onto plates for them, while Luigi placed the Caesar salad and the tongs onto the table. Their Uncle Tony was sitting with his wife and kid, while their Uncle Arthur was sitting beside the boys. 

“Did work go well for you two?” Their mom asked. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Still getting the usual quick jobs, but I’m not complaining.” Mario admitted. 

“There was a sweet old couple that tipped us $20 today, which was nice.” Luigi replied. 

“$40 altogether, $20 for each of us!” Mario reacted with shock. “I insisted that we didn’t need it-”

“But…” Luigi elbowed Mario. “I told the lady that we appreciate the gesture.” Luigi finished, pulling out the $20 bill. 

Mario chuckled and pointed to the little heart that was on Luigi’s bill. “She even added a little heart on Luigi’s bill.” Mario teased. 

Luigi tilted his head before looking at the bill and widened his eyes. Sure enough, there was a little red filled-in heart on his $20 bill. Luigi smiled brightly. “Makes me not wanna spend it.” Luigi admitted before putting it back in his pocket. 

“Did she give you a peck on the cheek too?” Uncle Arthur asked with a laugh. 

Luigi looked down, slightly blushing. “No…” He mumbled. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “He saves those kisses for his Mama.” Mario added. 

Luigi widened his eyes and smiled awkwardly as a mix of laughter and coo’s filled the dinner table. Mama walked over, and gave Luigi a peck on the cheek. “I love you too, Luigi.” She said, cupping his cheek. Luigi held her hand for a moment, before she let go and went back to eating. And though Luigi was a grown man, he always seemed to really miss his mother’s loving touch. 

“Luigi’s always been like his mother.” Their Papa said. “Even looks a lot like her too.” He added. 

Mario smiled as he looked at his Dad. “He’s a lot like you too, Dad. In more ways than one.” Mario added. 

Luigi bit his lip as he knew exactly what Mario was referring to. 

“How so?” Papa asked. 

Mario let out a laugh. “Now let me just get myself comfy and tell you the story of how Luigi utterly destroyed me last night.” Mario said. 

Luigi groaned and took a swig of water, before wiping his mouth and mentally preparing himself for the embarrassment he’s been anxiously waiting all day for. 

“Sounds like something to be proud of! I’m surprised Luigi isn’t gonna be the one telling the story.” their Papa said.

“I…” Luigi scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t think it was such a big deal, but…” Luigi admitted. “He insisted…” Luigi added. 

Mario laughed and started to tell the story. He spent a bit of time explaining how the videogame worked, and how they were being extra competitive because of this fact. Luigi helped out with the explanation a bit, which helped Mario out a lot. Then, Mario started to explain the boss fight. “We were in the middle of fighting the boss. I was annoyed because Luigi was winning, and I didn’t want him to.” Mario explained. 

“Mario was being a sore loser.” Luigi added bluntly. 

“OOoohoho! Did Luigi finally get his win?!” Tony asked. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nope…In the middle of the fight, my controller stopped working, and Mario ended up getting just enough points to beat me.” Luigi explained. 

“Aww, that’s a shame.” Tony replied. 

“Do you need a new controller?” Mama asked. 

“Nope, thankfully. Turns out SOMEONE UNPLUGGED MY CONTROLLER MID-GAME!” Luigi said, looking at Mario with slight anger in his eyes. 

“BAHAHA! That sounds exactly like something your Papa would’ve done!” Arthur reacted. 

“Hey! I NEVER unplugged any of your controllers! We didn’t even HAVE controllers to unplug!” Papa reacted. 

“But he did cheat a fair few times during competitive games.” Tony added. 

Mario laughed and just listened to them. “Yeah, well…I was being a sore loser.” Mario admitted, scratching his forehead. “But the only reason I admit that now, is because Luigi made sure I regretted doing that.” Mario said. 

“Yeah…” Luigi added awkwardly. 

“What did you do?” Arthur asked. 

“I uh…Did what Dad always used to do when we were young…” Luigi mumbled a bit. 

Their Papa pointed to Luigi with his fork. “Which thing?” He asked before putting a piece of lasagna in his mouth. “I did plenty of things, so you gotta be specific.” He said, his mouth partly full. 

“Ya know…Y-You’d turn in-into the e-evil tickle monster and…tickle us?” Luigi attempted to explain. 

Mario pushed Luigi’s shoulder. “Dude scared me half to death! Gave me the most evil look I’ve ever seen from him, and then just about killed me by tickling my feet!” Mario explained. “I’m surprised I didn’t pass out!” Mario added.

Their Papa chuckled and swallowed his mouthful of lasagna. “It’s been years and years since that particular monster came out.” Their Papa mentioned. 

The table all laughed at them. 

“Did you seriously do that?!” Arthur asked Luigi. 

“I find it hard to believe, honestly.” Tony added, using a toothpick. “We were just talking about how soft and motherly Luigi is. And you’re telling us he dropped all of that last night?” Tony asked. 

“YES!” Mario replied, sounding somewhat angry. “I’m not kidding! It scared me, and I think he even scared himself by the end too!” Mario added. 

Luigi nodded. “I didn’t realize how much I was killing Mario until I heard him wheeze and go silent.” Luigi admitted. He bit his lip. “Sorry about that again, Mario.” Luigi whispered. 

Mario rolled his eyes and tweaked his side. “I told you, you’re fine.” Mario replied. 

Luigi squeaked and slapped Mario’s hand in response. “MArio!” Luigi yelled, narrowing his eyes at him. 

“Boys, really?” Mama asked. 

Papa placed his hand on his wife’s hand. “Hold on, I wanna see this.” Mario narrowed his eyes back. “Whatcha gonna do? Cower away?” Mario asked with a smirk. “Cryyy?” Mario teased. 

Papa smiled a bit as he saw what Mario was doing.

Luigi brought his face closer to his brother. “You really don’t learn…Do you?” Luigi asked in a warning voice. 

Mario smirked. “You think I’m scared, Mr. Giggles?” Mario asked. 

“Get his belly!” Arthur cheered. 

“I’d go for the armpits, if I were you.” Tony added. 

Luigi picked up Mario and flipped him around so Mario’s back was against his chest. Luigi hugged Mario close to himself and started tweaking his sides and belly first. “WahAHAHA! WAHAIT-” Mario yelled, pulling on Luigi’s arms to get out. 

But Luigi started skittering, scratching, even squeezing his sides for a bit. “You wanted it sooo bad? Congratulations! You’re getting it now in front of everyone.” Luigi declared. 

“AAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed, closing his eyes and already blushing up a storm. “Look who’s the blushy, giggly mess now?” Luigi teased, his voice going slowly and more smoothly. 

While Mario was laughing his head off and kicking his feet wildly, both their Uncles had started cheering Luigi on with the words “GO LUIGI GO!” and “TICKLE FIGHT! TICKLE FIGHT!”. Even their aunt was giggling as she watched. Though Mama wasn’t very impressed with the boys, Papa’s smile had grown bigger with pride. And seeing this, somewhat changed Mama’s reaction…at least a little bit. 

“LUIHIHIGIHIHI, IHIHI SWEHEHEHEAR TO GOHOHOD!” Mario yelled. 

“Just keep on digging your own grave, big bro.” Luigi teased. 

“IHIHI’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Mario shouted. 

“Oh you’ll KILL me?” Luigi asked. “Are you really trying to make me show off my evil side?” Luigi asked. 

“It’s working, isn’t it?!” Arthur asked. 

“Go for his belly button! That’s one of the worst spots!” Tony told him. 

“They’re twins, Arthur. He already knows that.” Papa clapped back. 

“Hmmm…” Luigi thought for a moment. “I just might…” 

“LUIHIGI NO! LEHEHEAVE MYHYHY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTON ALOHOHOHOHONE!” Mario begged. 

“Okay Luigi, I think we get it. You’re an evil tickler now can we please get back-” Mama attempted to defuse the situation. “Let the man have the upper hand for once in his life.” Papa told him. “Now tell me, Luigi:” Papa smirked and leaned his cheek on his own fist. “What was my strategy for tickling Mario’s belly button back in the day?” He asked. 

Luigi smiled brightly as he started drawing a spiral around his belly button. “Liiiike-” He put his finger into Mario’s belly button right before saying the word “This.”. 

Mario screeched, wheezed and went silent. Luigi chuckled and repeated it one more time, for good measure. Mario wheezed and covered his mouth, just wiggling around and laughing silently at this point. 

Luigi quickly took this as a sign to stop. He placed Mario down onto the chair, and gave Mario his glass of water. 

“Here you go, Mario.” Luigi said. 

Mario took it and gulped some water down. “Hooo boy…Th…*huff*...Thank you…” Mario mumbled. 

“Sorry.” Luigi mumbled softly, feeling slightly bad. 

Mario couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. “Stop- Stop apologizing! You’re fine!” Mario told him. 

“Sor-” Luigi covered his mouth. 

Mario and the rest of the table laughed, while Luigi covered his eyes in embarrassment all over again. “Alright. Tickle fight is over.” Mama said, sitting down and grabbing her fork again. 

Mario wiped his forehead as he grabbed his fork again. “Oh!” Mario started, poking Luigi’s arm. “What was it you told me after last night’s fiasco again?” Mario asked as he grabbed some lasagna with his fork.

Luigi chuckled. “I said that “I learned from the best”.” Luigi replied. 

While Arthur and Tony were rolling their eyes and teasing Luigi for his ‘corny’ answer, Mama giggled and kissed her husband’s cheek. “He really did.” Mama added, poking her husband’s side. 

He jumped slightly and waved his finger. “No no no.” He warned with a smirk. 

Mama giggled and went back to eating. 

“But there’s one more quiz Luigi must pass in order to fully confirm he’s the new tickle monster in the family.” Papa said. 

Luigi bit his lip and nodded his head. “Okay.” Luigi replied. 

“Which way do you tickle the toes?” His father asked. “The big toe to the pinky?” He asked. “Or the pinky to the big toe?” 

Mario blushed and groaned, shielding his face with his hand. “Papaaa…” Luigi laughed at Mario’s reaction before looking at their Papa. “The pinky to the big toe, obviously.” Luigi replied. “The big toe’s the most ticklish out of all of them!” Luigi added. 

Papa slammed his hand on the table, shaking the table a bit. “THAT’S MY BOY!” He declared, laughing. “Pinky ALWAYS goes first! See Mama? He learns!” Papa added. 

Mama giggled. “He also remembers well.” Mama added. “The boy loved it so much…He wouldn’t stop bugging you until you brought out the tickle monster one last time before bed.” Mama added. 

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his eyes. “Ohno- I forgot I did that…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Oho yeah! Mario would just run into both their room to hide, while Luigi would keep yelling “Again! Again! Again!”.” Papa added, changing his voice into a little kid’s voice with a slight Italian accent mixed in. 

Luigi placed his head on his hands, attempting to hide his face while the rest of the table was laughing at him. Even Mario was poking him, and laughing at him. Though the pokes made him jump, they only made him blush even more. The only little solitude he could possibly think of that would help him in this situation…was those stories. And unfortunately…he promised his brother he was going to keep the phone off. 

So…This was going to be a long, long night…

[neppy-34]

Lowkey brain-rotting about Miguel’s Version of doc-ock tangling him up in his actuators (tentacle thingies) and watching as Miguel’s struggles only to start raking his nails down Miguels exposed stomach, grinning as he watches Miguel fail to arch and wiggle around.

And Miguel is just in hysterics the poor guy, unable to cope with the horrible ticklish feeling paired with the fact he cant even wiggle away. And rather than defeating him, doc simply tickles him to oblivion finding enjoyment in watching Miguel giggle.

[alechans-cutetickles]

MR KRAAAAAAB..I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAAAA

[ticklethentopple]

Your ler pinning you down and tickling you out of your mind while watching tv is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Just ignoring all the pleas and begging and squeals as they tickle and tickle and tickle~

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

Getting a little ooc here aren't we brain

[moose-muffin]

guys I am breaking my silence to share that I did in fact watch hazbin hotel and I enjoyed it and I cannot believe it’s real <3 I have many words to say that I cannot think of right now but we’ll come back to that at a later date

for now my thought to share is this… ler vox or OR BETTER YET!!! lee vox <3

[slavishslap]

Jill Valentine | Tickle HC's

Hi. I'm living. I'm alive. I've actually been drafting loads of stuff as of recently. Really gotten into writing so seems like a good time to do a little attempted return to this account! Thought a good return would be to drop a few HCs for characters I really like. I played a lot of Resident Evil recently, so thought I would start these off with my favourite of the characters. Enjoy!

Ler

Only has two modes, either super gentle and teasy, or pinning down, absolutely wrecking someone's worst spots.

Will never pass up an opportunity to revenge tickle someone.

If she wants to tickle someone, they will be tickled, no matter what. She'll chase someone if she has to.

Very pinchy and scratchy tickles. Fully utilises her nails on her lee.

Very teasy. She will constantly remind you just how ticklish you are. "Is a little someone ticklish? Hmm?"

Also things like "I'm barely even touching you..." "Oooh, you're really ticklish here, huh... I might have to just keep tickling right here, what d'ya think?"

Will lock eyes the entire time, always with a huge smirk on her face.

Repeats the phrases "Tickle tickle tickle!" or "Coochie coochie coo!" Every 5 seconds when tickling.

Finds squeals, squeaks, or any other slightly different variation of laughter very cute, and will let you know. "What was that noise! I have to hear that again!"

Always gradually slows her attacks, until she's barley scratching her lee, before she actually stops.

Will continue to tease after she's finished. "Aw, you poor ticklish thing, huh?" "Can you breathe now? Can you talk normally now?"

Lee

Maybe surprisingly, she's unbelievably ticklish.

But will (try and fail to) deny it til the end. Ask her if she's ticklish and you'll recieve the most serious, yet guilty, glare ever. "...No..."

Her worst spots are her ribs and thighs.

Cannot take two different spots being tickled at the same time at all.

Usually not as ticklish against softer, more gentle methods. Although, scratching your nails down her ribs/sides will absolutely kill her every time.

Actually very bad at fighting back. Getting tickled sends her into such a squirming frenzy that she can barely control her own movements.

As such very jumpy. A single poke to the side can send her flying.

Massive squealer. Very high pitched and squeaky. But really tickle her bad and she'll turn to an almost silent laughter.

Always yells "Help!" Even if there's no one else around. "I hate you!" Is another one of her favourite things to giggle out.

Very susceptible to visual teasing. Wiggle your fingers in the air over her and she'll immediately go bright red and start giggling, no matter how hard she tries to hide it.

Gets very sweaty. Her hair always ends up stuck to her face by the end of a wrecking.

Be prepared to run once she's fully regained her composure, because she will be after revenge.

That's all for her, thanks for reading! Wanted to put a lil note here at the end just to say that while I am back on here, I already have loads more headcanons to drop, at least 5 other characters in the writing, but would love to hear any actual fanfic requests. I know a fandom list would probably help (and I will eventually write one) but as long as it's the same series as something I've done before, I'd definitely be happy writing for it again.

[lillee-93]

Redfield revenge

(Based on Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City) Chris gets revenge on Leon for having his sister embarrass him in front of the S.T.A.R.S team.

Lee! Leon, Ler! Chris

“Rookie!” Chris called “I have a bone to pick with you!”. Leon turned to him “What Chris?” he asked as he took another bite of his sandwich “You got my sister to embarrass me in front of the whole damn S.T.A.R.S unit!” Chris snapped, Leon chuckled “You deserved it. The look on your face was priceless, you were as red as a tomato!”. Leon almost fell backwards from laughing so hard “Wanna laugh rookie? You won’t be laughing once I humiliate you!” Chris yelled.

Chris grabbed onto Leon and pulled him into a tight hold “W-Wha-? Let go of me!” he yelped “Or what?” teased Chris as he poked Leon’s ribs in an extra teasing manner. Leon squirmed in Chris’ grip “S-St-Stop! Stop!” he cried “It tickles, stop!” “Oh, the rookie’s ticklish, is he?” chuckled Chris as he starts tickling harder.

Leon shrieks and kicks his legs frantically, this was nothing like Claire’s gentle tickles, these were rough and slightly painful “Stahahap it!” he cries “Ihihit hurts!” “Hurts? It hurt me when my sister pulled my ear, this seems like the perfect revenge if you ask me” Chris teased as he made his way to Leon’s belly. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Leon laughs “Oh, tickle spot?” Chris laughs as he continues to tickle his belly “Tickle, tickle~”

The teases cause Leon’s face to go red and his laughter to turn silent and he can only let out a faint “Stop”. Chris finally decides that he’s gotten enough revenge and lets Leon go. Leon stumbles a bit before leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath “s-shihit…” Leon whispers “I think you bruised my ribs…” “Good” says Chris with a smirk.

“Chris!” Yells Claire “I heard about what you did to Leon” “What did you do?” Asked Jill “Got revenge for him having Claire pull my ear” Chris said “You did leave faint bruises on his stomach and ribs” said Claire with her arms crossed “Maybe I should get revenge for him in a similar manner”. Chris turned bright red “C-Claire! No!” he yelps “What’s going on here?” asked Jill “The bruises were because of how roughly Chris was tickling Leon, he seems to forget that as his little sister I know where he’s ticklish” Claire explains. Chris turns even redder as Jill turns to him with a smirk “So, big bad Redfield is ticklish?” she teases “Very” said Claire “Especially his armpits” Chris covered his armpits the second she said that.

Tonight was gonna be rough.