#madcom tickling

[razzlee-meow]

something small i wrote

ehhehjkahjehehehhehe lee! hank is invading my brain and i kinda wanna write something. im going to randomly post whatever i write down below. because i can.

i have lee!deimos coming up soon, i'm writing both. at the same time. so when this is done, i'll most likely be finishing the other one. hold on tight for that one!!!! :D

deimos is "bored outta his fuckin' mind" and hank is around. unluckily for hank, deimos found out they're ticklish, and boy this information does not go overlooked.

he/they pronouns for hank. | he/him for deimos.

"Deimos―" Hank inhaled sharply, spinning on their heels to face the other man behind him who had been aimlessly wandering around the base behind him, seemingly bored out of his mind. While they never minded the members checking up and wanting to converse with him, they did mind when they did it constantly. It felt like he was breathing down his neck. He needed to say something. "Go see Sanford."

Deimos only shook his head in response. "Can't. Sanford is out on business, 'member?" Hank faintly remembered the other man yelling out in the building that he had work to attend to. It's precisely when all of this mess started happening as well. If only they had been put together on the mission, they thought. "I'm bored outta my fuckin' mind, Hank!"

"Not my problem," was Hank's reply. The masked man sat down on a chair, pulling a small radio into his lap. It had been one of the agent's radios, one that they snatched off from their dead body. He wanted to see if they could use it for their own personal gain, getting information by pretending to be an agent, but before he could even think to do that, he felt two fingers jab into his sides. His normally dull eyes widened at the shocking feeling as he almost jumped ten feet into the air.

The noise that escaped his mouth was one he had probably never heard from himself, and that alone was enough to send the stoic member into a complete breakdown. His whole face, from what Deimos could see, was completely red as he tried to process what just happened. "No way, dude, you're ticklish?" He tried to stop himself from laughing but what else are you supposed to do when you find out the world's most wanted mercenary is weak to a few tickles?!

"Deimos, don't―" Hank tried to sound threatening, but it came out in a pathetic whine. They set the radio back down, as to not break it as they tried to bolt across the room. It didn't end very well as Hank's boot had gotten caught on one of the chair legs he was sitting on. Deimos stared on in absolute amusement. "Jeez, Hank. You're makin' this kinda easy on me, huh?"

Hank grunted slightly as he felt the other man's weight on top of him. He was definitely screwed now, at the hands of someone who had no intention of letting his ticklishness pass by. "Get off, asshole," Hank muttered as he struggled underneath him, their arms desperately attempting to push him off. The other gasped in mock offense. "Hank, you're so mean! How dare you! I think you need to learn some manners." Deimos gently slid his hands up the mercenary's shirt, his hands resting on their newly discovered sensitive flesh. Hank's body tensed, and his eyes widened behind his red goggles.

"Deimos, I swear to goHOHOohd!' His fingers had only gently dug into his bare flesh, and the most surprising noise fell out of Hank's mouth. Deimos stared at him, his mouth gaping open before hysterical laughter fell out of him. It took a moment for the younger man to recover, his breathy chuckles still lingering in the air. "Hank, did you just squeal?" The other turned away, frowning underneath the cloth on his face.

"S-Shut up, and get off!" Hank stuttered, their legs kicking weakly behind them. With a playful tint in his eyes, Deimos' fingers scribbled away at the man's torso, getting every inch of flesh he could possibly find. He was doing absolutely everything he could to send the poor person into hysterics - and judging from the loud laughter now peeling from the mercenary's lips, it seemed like it was working. Hank's laugh definitely contrasted with his stoic/edgy personality, being loud and almost a little high-pitched. "D-DehehehIHIHIHMOS! FUHUHUCK! NOT THEHERE!" Deimos had found a particularly sensitive spot right down by his hips, his sadistic grin only growing wider.

"Not where? Not here?" Deimos dug his fingers into his hips again, watching the man underneath him jerk upwards, his hands desperately trying to grab at his attacker's wrists. "Man, you're just so ticklish. I wonder how you've survived like this. You know how screwed you'd be if the AAHW found out about this? Oh, but it's okay - I'm wonderful at keeping secrets. World's best." Hank's face flushed ten times more at the teasing, shaking their head desperately as they continued to laugh.

"YOHOHOHOU'RE SUCH AN AHAHAHASS!" Hank cursed out, his laughter raising an octave as Deimos continued mercilessly attacking that one spot, vibrating his fingers right into their bone. "Oh, I'm an ass, huh? Is that what I am?" He repeated that question again, his hands moving back upward towards the taller man's ribs. His hands turned into a claw shape, and when he descended on their ribs, the reaction he got was unlike any other.

Hank shrieked. And not some slight, girly shriek. It was LOUD. Enough to burst eardrums probably, but Deimos had already been through this sort of thing with Sanford (who was ... maybe equally as ticklish as Hank was) and it only slightly made him cringe. If Deimos' smirk could get wider, it probably would. "Oh? What have I found here? Is this your worst spot? Here? Or right here?" Hank was sure to kill this man unless he ended up dying of laughter. His hands traveled up and down his ribcage, attaching himself to his writhing body. No matter which way they turned, his hands continued to follow them. How was he so good at this?!

"D-DEIHIHIMOS―" Hank was almost at their limit, tears pricking at the corner of their eyes. Their laughter had turned sort of wheezy, and their fighting had ultimately stopped. He seemed to have no more energy, considering he was just lying there taking it by now. Deimos cocked an eyebrow, his nimble fingers grazing lazily over his stomach. "Are you going to apologize?" He asked in a low voice. Hank's head shot upward. "Whahaht...? Why ahaham I apohohohlogizing?!"

Deimos frowned, digging his fingers into Hank's side again, causing him to jerk forward and let out a loud squeal. "You know, for calling me an asshole! TWICE!" If only Deimos could've seen the face they shot at him, letting out a soft sigh as they rolled their eyes. "F-Fine, I'm s-sorry... just no more tickling, alright?!"

Deimos seemed content with this answer. He quickly stepped off the mercenary, grinning at all the 'damage' he had caused. Hank took off his goggles, wiping his eyes softly. "You better not tell anyone," Hank grumbled, letting out a huff as he rubbed his sides to get rid of the phantom sensation that was still there. "Fine, fine." He got back in return, his hand waving in dismissal.

"I'm back!" Sanford yelled at the front of the base, his loud gruff voice echoing through the halls.

"Ooh, San, you'll NEVER guess what I learned!"

So much for being the world's best secret keeper, huh?

[Fin.]

(i'm re-reading this shit and idk if i like it but i'll post it anyways. i'll let other people decide if it's good or not hahah)

#lee!hank is my lifeline rn #mc #tickling #ler!deimos #lee!hank #madcom tickling #razz-writes

[demonicseraphim]

should i do madcom tkl hcs??

#madcom #madness combat #madness combat hcs #Madcom tickles #Madness combat tickles #madness combat tickling #Madcom tickling #Tickle #tickles #tickling #hank j wimbleton #hank madness combat #deimos #deimos madness combat #sanford #sanford madness combat #Tricky #tricky madness combat #Auditor #auditor madness combat #2Bdamned #2Bdamned madness combat

[tickletails]

My part for an art trade with @ntj2pj :D

#my art #tickle art #tickling #madcom oc #madness combat oc #hazker

[slimmestslime]

deserted

#that is a broken pipe he's holding. yes #or a piece of metal. whichever tickles your fancy #fun fact i wasnt going to finish this and then i felt like finishing it #i still think it looks a little meh but whatever #not much i can add without making it look cluttered #madness combat #madcom #hank j wimbleton #madness combat hank

[multifandom-brainrot]

Can I squish Tumblr until he melts

texture: cloud slime

#non tickles #my art #ask answered #tickle monster #tickle-zeds #madcom oc #disclaimer: he is not actually malleable

[yallmakemyassitch]

Could you please draw the Auditor from fnf getting tickles please?? 🥺🙏😩 pleeeaaasssee ?? ( your art is amazing 👌💐🥳 )

I'm assuming you mean the Auditor from the gateway to hell mod (which is great) so here you go (also thank youuuuuuu so much anon (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+)

He enjoys being tickled in these drawings lol (I haven't done madness content in a while but this was extremely fun to make)

#mc tickling #lee auditor #my art #madness combat #gateway to hell #<- the mod #ask answered #anon #changing the tags to madcom

[abstract-crossverse]

i'll make this as specific as possible. I was thinking of a Deimos fic where his s/o had a bad day and is somehow too stressed so Deimos tries to comfort them but upon his trials his s/o shouts due to stress and anger to leave them alone and later on they regret it and try to find Deimos and say sorry for their behavior and angst stuff hhhhh im sorry if its too much lol

2022 edit: format change, colored text and a grammar error fix

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Deimos x Stressed!Reader

Today was not a great day for you

Today was terrible

You groaned as you sat on the couch, taking a deep breath in hopes to calm down, which was doing very little

Your boyfriend peeked at you from the doorframe, contemplating on going to cheer you up or leaving you to calm down yourself

Deciding on the prior, he took a breath of determination and walked over, sitting beside you

"hey babe" he greeted, you only hummed in response, not finding the energy to talk, you both stayed in silence for a bit until he spoke up again

"y'know what I feel would cheer you up?" He grinned, you slightly tilted your head to look at him, you lifted a brow

"a visit from the lAUGHING DOCTOR!!" Deimos yelled as he attacked you with tickles, you laughed and trashed, but sadly that only got you a bit more agitated

"DEIMOS STOP! ITS NOT THE FUCKING TIME!!" you screamed with an angry tone, Deimos stoped, quickly flinching back as he didn't expect you to do that

You growled a bit and turned away from him, taking the hint, he mumbled an apology and quickly left the room, going upstairs

You stayed there for a few minutes, calming yourself down, your anger turned to guilt as you replayed the prior moments in your head

Once you were fully calm, you got up and walked upstairs

You crossed your arms and walked with your head down, eventually reaching your boyfriend's room

You hesitated a bit before knocking, there was pause before you heard a faint "come in", you slowly opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind you

Deimos was on his computer, looking at some GruntTube videos before turning to you, he smiled

"hey babes, you feeling better?" He asked you, cautious on his tone, you nodded with a frown "sorry for yelling at you... I wasn't in the right mindset..."

"don't sweat it, baby, it's my fault anyways, I shouldn't have bothered you like that" he opened his arms as an invite for cuddles, you walked over and sat on his lap, hugging him

"I still shouldn't have yelled at you like that..." He rested his head on your shoulder and sighed "I'm just glad you're not mad at me anymore, wanna watch something on Madflix?"

You smiled and nodded as you turned around

The rest of the night was spent watching movies and Deimos pointing out errors on scenes and silly thing happening in the background

A nice stress reliever

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#am i the only one who gets mad when tickled? #yea? #okay- #madcom #madness combat x reader #madness combat #deimos madness #madness deimos #deimos x reader #fic #anon

[kdd-works]

How do I consistency

Anyway this is Maxine

Reddit has too many MadCom OC posts so I don’t wanna overwhelm them so I’m showing Maxine off to you guys

Not trying to be edgy with the backstory with the ‘error’ I just haven’t figured it out yet

They really grew on me after naming my M:PN arena combat character ‘Maxine’ and figuring out their clothing color scheme on my 2nd playthrough with them, picking the same name. I’ve developed an appreciation for everyone in arena combat mode, really.

Be nice to Maxine, everyone. Maybe you’ll be friends. Also I’d love to be prompted to draw them more because Maxine :)

Might color the last pic, I really like it.

#Madness Combat OC #MadCom OC #my art #fanart #does this tickle your pickle

[pineishere64]

Phobos after seeing Hofnarr and Christoff raising a grunt with a tail that was meant for experiment:

#non tickles #madness combat #madcom oc incoming #working on a backstory for my oc

[thatonerandomfan4]

Madness Combat: Playful Fighting

(Originally Was Gonna Post This On My Main But I Chickened Out Lol)

Requested By: Anonymous

(If You Are Uncomfortable With This Topic/Use It In A 18+ Way, Please Leave Now)

Characters: Hank, Tricky, Jebus, Sanford (Mentioned), Deimos (Mentioned), 2BDamned (Mentioned)

Summary: Tricky, Jebus And Hank Engage In A Big Playful Tickle Fight. Jeb Mainly Wrecks Them Both, Because He Claims He "Isn't Ticklish" Without Evidence. Like Bruh, You're (Literally) Jesus. You Gonna Lie To Them Like That? C'mon Man.

Extra Notes: They Might Not Be Very True To The Original Because These Are My Interps Of The Characters. So If They Aren't How You See Them Act/Talk, I Apologize.

Nicknames:

Jebus: Jeb, The Savior, The Bearded Man

Tricky: The Clown

Hank: The Blender Lover, The Man In The Goggles, The Man In The Red Goggles, The Tall Man, Wimbleton

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It Was A Long Day For The Blender Lover, Having To Safe Deimos And Sanford From That Weird Ass Looking Bug. He Also Had To Go On A Mission Assigned By 2B. Great....Just His Luck, You Kill A Crunchy Ass Weird Looking Bug And Your Reward Is Breaking Into Another Agency Base.

He Mumbled To Himself The Whole Trip There, Getting Angry That His 2 Partners Got To Stay Home All Day And Just Wait For Hank To Be Done So They Can Pick Him Up. It Wasn't Very Fair, But At Least He Could Take His Anger Out On Those Weak Agents.

Once He Got Dropped Off, He Headed Towards The Entrance. Hank Needed A Way To Sneak In Without Getting Suspected Easily Like He Usually Did. Instead Of Hiding In A Box, He Dressed Himself As One Of The Engineers.

Figured They Were Too Dumb To Notice His Clothing Was Incorrect And That His Metal Jaw Was Exposed, And Luckily His Disguise Worked. He Only Started Killing Everyone Once He Was In The Break Room, Stealing Some Food And Drinks Along The Way. He Made Sure To Actually Make Sure They Were Really Dead Before Moving On.

He Encountered Tricky Once, Who Seemed To Be More Energetic Than Usual. The Clown Was Bouncing Off The Walls While.....Helping Hank? The Man In The Goggles Didn't Expect This, But He Secretly Appreciate It.

He Didn't Say Anything To The Clown And Just Moved On, Seeing Jeb In The Next Room Who Was Also Killing The Agents. Once Again, Hank Didn't Say Anything And Moved On Once All The Agents Were Dead. He Messaged Deimos That The Mission Was Done And Packed 8 Boxes Of Food And Drinks For Them, Just Incase They Needed Any Extra.

It Took About 20 Minutes, But Deimos Finally Arrived At The Base With Sanford. They Helped Hank Load The Truck And Drove Back To The Base. The Man In The Red Goggles Couldn't Help But Think About What Had Happened Earlier.

Tricky And Jeb Helping Him Instead Of Attacking As Usual? That Was Strange, Very Strange. He Wondered If They Were Planning Anything, But Decided Not To Think About It Too Much. He Needed Focus On Taking Care Of The Base And Himself Now.

Once They Got Back Home, Sanford And Deimos Took Care Of The Boxes While Hank When To Go Clean Up From The Mission So 2B Wouldn't Have To Do It All By Himself.

Hank Sat Down On A Wooden Box To Clean His Knife. All He Wanted Was To Just Clean Off And Then Relax The Rest Of The Day. He Didn't Feel Like Doing Anything Else That Day Since He Was Pretty Tired Fighting All Those Agents, Most Of Them He Fought By Himself.

He Thought About The Encounters With Tricky And Jeb Earlier Too But They Were....In Playful Moods? He Decided Not To Question Any Of It And Just Got Back To Cleaning. Once He Was Finished, He Took Off His Boots To Wipe Off The Blood And Mud Off Of Them. He Didn't Even Hear The Door Open, But He Caught The 2 Guys In Time Before They Did Anything.

Hank: "What Are You Two Doing Here? Whatever You're Doing, I'm Really Not In The Mood Right Now."

Tricky: "BU-BUT HANKIE!! CLOWN AND JEB WANT TO PLAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!! PLEASE??"

Hank: "No. Hank Isn't In The Mood, Go Away."

Jeb: "You're Such A Party Pooper."

Hank: "Oh Boo-Hoo. I'm Tired And I'm Not In The Mood For Whatever Random Shit You 2 Are Trying To Do. So Go Away And Bother Sanford Or Deimos."

Jeb: "Aww Ok...Well You Asked For This."

Hank: "Ask For Wha-"

Before Hank Could Even Finish His Statement, He Was Interrupted By Tricky Grabbing His Ankles. Before He Could Say Anything And/Or Protest, The Clown Immediately Started Violently Scratching At Hank's Socked Foot, Earning A Yelp. This Gave Time For Jeb To Quickly Get Behind Hank And Attack His Sides And Stomach, Smiling Like A Little Shit The Entire Time.

The Man In The Goggles Gripped Tightly Onto The Savior's Forearms And Cackled Brightly At The Action. He Couldn't Even Kick Out Because Tricky Was Busy Clawing At Both Of His Arches Like They Were Scratching Posts For A Feral Kitty.

Hank: "J-JEHEHEHEHEHEHESUHUHUHUHUHUHUHS CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIST!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! QU-QUIHIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOTH!!!"

Tricky: "HEHE!! HANK IS TICKLISH!!! CLOWN TICKLES YOU!!!!! JEB ALSO TICKLES YOU!!"

Jeb: "Wow, Didn't Expect You To Be This Sensitive, Wimbleton." *He Finished That Statement With A Small Chuckle, Earning Light Smacks From The Tall Man.*

Hank Was Doing His Best To Pry The 2 Off Of Him, But He Gave Up When His Bare Skin On His Stomach Was Being Attacked By Them. Wimbleton Almost Gave In Completely Once He Felt Jeb Place A Raspberry On The Side Of His Stomach, While Tricky Carefully Bit Around Hank's Navel.

The Man In The Goggles Let Out Loud Laughter, Smacking The Box With His Hand And Right Foot, Waiting For Them Both To Stop.

Once The Two Did Stop, They Watched Down On Top Of The Box And Catch His Breath While He Held His Stomach. He Looked Up Just In Time To See Jeb Sneaking Up On Tricky But Decided Not To Say Anything Because He Wanted Revenge.

Once Hank Could Breathe Normally Again, He Got Off The Box And Went Right Up To Tricky.

Tricky Pat Hank On The Head, And Jumped Once Jeb Squeezed His Ribcage. Tricky Made A Bad Decision To Hold Onto Hank Because He Just Immediately Got Wrecked.

Tricky Squirmed Violently And Laughed Hysterically While He Tried Escaping The Tickling. Once His Bare Skin Was Targeted, He Was Squirming Way More Than He Was Before. The Clown Was Trapped, Like How Hank Was Before Had No Way Out.

Tricky: "AHHHAHAHA!!!! NO!!! NO TICKLING!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Y-YOU DOHOHOHON'T TIHIHIHIHICKLE CLOHOHOHOHOWN!!!!"

Hank: "Oh Really? Then What Are We Doing Now, Tricky?" *He Dug Into Tricky's Hips, Earning A Big Squeal While Jeb Backed Away And Watched Them.*

After Hank Stopped, He Held Onto Tricky While He Regained His Breath. Hank Looked Up, Seeing Jeb Is Gone From His Original Spot. Wimbleton Set Tricky Down As He Looked Around For The Bearded Man. He Turned Behind Him To Look And Didn't See Anything, And Turned Back To Be Faced With Jeb.

Without Any Words Spoken, Jeb Immediately Targeted Wimbleton And Tricky's Bare Stomachs. Both Of The Men Squealed And Laughed, Doing Everything They Can To Get Away From The Savior.

Hank: "N-NOHOHOHOHO!!! I-I THOHOHOHOHOUHUHUHUGHT YOU WEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHREHEHEHHEHEHE DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHONE!!"

Tricky: "W-WAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIHIT!!! JEB SAID CLOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOWN AND HIM WERE A TEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHM!!!"

Jeb: "Well You Both Are Wrong. And Now We're Going To Be Here A While~"

The Savior Attacked The 2 Men In Front Of Him, Smiling The Whole Time While They BEGGED Him To Stop.

#fanfic #my fics #my fanfic #requested fic #anonymous #mc tickling #not posting in the offical madcom tags cuz im scared XD #it's ok tho :p

[razzlee-meow]

so i had an idea. the original idea for this fic was that "sanford pranked both hank and deimos, so he gets tickled as a revenge sort of thing" but then i got an even better prompt. so i scrapped it and made this.

happy (late) april fools everyone! this is for @yallmakemyassitch who wanted lee!sanford (what a cutie) and ler!deimos (also a cutie) so i decided to smush them together lolol and make this (hopefully) wonderful fic.

i hope it's good!!

deimos gets sulky that everyone is falling for his pranks except for sanford. then 2bdamned lets him in on a little secret, one that changes the course of events. let's just hope that sanford can pull through this one.

the whole gang is in this fic. there's some lee!deimos in the beginning with ler!2bdamned, but it's very brief. it's mostly sanford getting destroyed after a mission.

it ended up being longer than i thought it'd be. i feel like that's a running theme with mc fics.

there is implications of deimos having a crush on sanford bc eheheheheh *gay* its also not proofread. idrc. LOL. im going to bed.

they/them for 2bdamned || he/him for deimos and sanford || he/they for hank.

“Another one, Doc,” Deimos whined, lowering his head onto the wood of the bar they had in their lounge. Today was April Fools - and of course, as the biggest jokester in the group, Deimos just had to do something to each of the organization's members. They were mainly harmless pranks that he’d pull every year that managed to surprise them every year. Some of them included replacing the salt in the sugar container (he had gotten 2BDamned with that earlier, and boy was it priceless), putting paper signs on the backs of his friends, and even going as far as the change the shower head and add washable hair dye into it. Harmless little things like that really spiced up the holiday, but there was one person that he wasn’t able to prank. 

Sanford. 

No matter what he had done, nothing seemed to work on him. All of the food pranks he had lined up got overlooked easily, and he seemed totally on guard the entire day. Hell, even Hank wasn’t this bad! He actually fell for the hair dye prank earlier, and let’s just say he wasn’t the happiest camper in the building after that. It wasn’t like he could stay mad at Deimos for long though, it was his day to shine, and he’d let him have that. The jumpscare pranks didn’t catch him off-guard, and if he even suspected that it was part of Deimos’ prank, he’d refuse it. 

2BDamned slid another drink over to the saddened technician, huffing slightly as they wiped down behind the bar. “Are you seriously sulking over not being able to prank Ford?” They asked, leaning their body over the edge. Deimos frowned, nodding against the wood as he slowly sipped from the glass he was given. As much as they wanted the hook-wielder to be prank-free today, it just didn’t seem fair that they all got pranked except for him. Doc let out a sigh, putting away his drinks as he patted Deimos on the head softly. 

“Listen, kid,” they started, watching the other’s head lift up slowly. “What if I told you that there was a way to prank him? Well, maybe not prank him, but I can tell you one of his weaknesses.” The way his eyes lit up was a sight to behold, and he grinned, his sharp teeth poking out. “Really?” he asked, tilting his head. He almost looked like a curious dog to them. It was almost endearing, to be honest, and even they couldn’t help but smirk underneath their mask. They dropped the cloth they were using to clean the tabletop, slowly making their way over to where he was sitting. 

“Yeah. Want me to show you how you’re going to get him?” 

The other nodded frantically. Without a warning, the Doc’s fingers grasped at the technician’s sides, squeezing with enough intensity to make the other squeal, his legs kicking upwards and almost hitting the underside of the table. A few seconds later, his mouth flew open and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Doc’s hands, watching their fingers wiggle in place. “Wahait, you’re tellin’ me…” 

“... that Sanford is ticklish? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.” They finished his sentence, shrugging like it was everyday information they knew. Well, in all fairness, they were their primary doctor and nothing got past them. Especially how ticklish they knew all three of them were, that was for damn sure. Deimos’ mouth was still open, the cogs in his brain turning as he processed this information. Sanford? Ticklish? 

He hadn’t even considered the possibility of it. Sanford was just the person to not be fazed by anything, being one of the ‘toughest motherfuckers around’, as the technician had said once. Suddenly, the door burst open to the base, and no one else but the man himself walked through, carrying around a heavy bag full of weapons. “I’m back from the mission,” Sanford yelled out, groaning as he carried the bag to the side of the couch. The timing was absolutely impeccable, and the tech stared up at the doctor. Doc tilted their head forward as if telling Deimos “now’s your chance” without actually speaking to him. 

Deimos hesitated for a moment, clearly still thinking about it. He shook his head. What was he doing?! This was his chance to finally get Sanford, and he was not letting this pass by! He lifted himself off the bar stool, tiptoeing over to the couch where the hook-wielder had sat down, staring down at the bag of weapons he had to sort out later. A few more steps and he’d be close enough to grab him… just a little closer. … one more step.

Now!

Without warning, Deimos tackled the other to the couch, essentially pinning him down underneath him. “What are you-! Agh-.” He groaned as he felt the weight of the technician on his waist. Normally, Sanford would be able to turn the tables easily in rough-housing sessions like this, but since he had just gotten back from a mission that required him to be a bit more active than usual, all of that energy had completely drained from him. 

“Well, I may or may not have heard someone say a little something about how I can ‘prank’ you this April Fools, so, of course, I’m going to take the chance I’ve got! Let's see," Deimos muttered, grinning basically from ear to ear as he picked out a spot to attack first. Eventually, his hands landed by his sides, just as Doc had done to him, and he squeezed.

The shriek that rang through the building did not disappoint.

Sanford threw his head back against the couch's armrest, suddenly unable to fight back at all against the ticklish sensations running up his sides. "aAHAHhhAHAHhAH- D-dEIHIMOS!" His voice cracked slightly as the other grabbed his wrists weakly, but that only really edged the other on, his little grin suddenly turning to a playfully sinister smirk. His fingers dug deeper into his flesh, and suddenly, he wished he hadn't worn so little on the daily. Sanford's back arched into his fingers (un)fortunately, and Deimos being the little shit he was with this information, vibrated his fingertips against the now visible bone of his lower ribs.

"What's wrong, Ford? Do you just happen to be a bit ticklish~? Just a wittle~?"

Deimos could even hear 2BDamned snort in the back, clearly amused with the reactions they were getting from the poor, tortured man. Sanford's bubbly laughter continued to pour out almost endlessly, his legs kicking out and digging into the cushions of the couch. As if he wasn't ticklish enough, he just had to start teasing him! It completely caught him off-guard and the whole room could see his face turn into a dark shade of red.

"nAHAAHAHA- StAhAHAHAHAHP yOHOHOU DUHUHUMBAHAHASS!" Deimos almost seemed offended. Almost. Considering he couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face, it was quite awkward to try and act like that was something that truly hurt his feelings. He adored the reactions he was getting from the one squirming underneath him, watching him try to control himself despite his nerves telling him the opposite. "Oh, so you wanna throw insults, huh? Let's not forget who's in what position, now, yeah?" The other leaned forward, whispering into the other's ear softly which only sent him into more hysterics, scrunching his neck up to protect himself. He ultimately failed. "2B! Know any good tactics?"

"Fruit," was all they responded, trying to keep their own reactions at bay. Fruit? What the hell was that supposed to mean? As his fingers continued to roam all over the larger man's torso, the lightbulb finally went off. Ohhhh. Fruit.

Raspberries.

His fingers suddenly stopped, and Sanford was given a moment to breathe. "Do you like fruit, Sanford?" The question sounded so innocent, but the grin that followed it was so sinister that it sent shivers down his spine. He looked back and forth nervously, his lips twitching upwards in an awkward smile. "I-I guess? Buhuhut that has nothing to do with-" his eyes widened in realization as he finally figured out what that meant. "No- no. No. Deimos. DEIMOS. Don't you dare." Sanford quite literally let out the most pitiful whine he had ever heard, but the technician continued testing his limits, pursing his lips as he slowly lowered his head down to his tummy.

"DON'T."

Deimos looked upwards, a raised eyebrow visible underneath his visor. "Don't 'what', Sanford?" Please fall for it, please fall for it, please fall for it. It was the only thing that he was begging for, and surprisingly, in a nervous mess between knowing that he was about to be tickled to tears and the teasing that Deimos hadn't stopped, he actually responded in a way that favored the technician.

"TICKLE ME-" Sanford's nose scrunched up as he realized his mistake. "WAIT, I DIDN'T MEAN IT- DEIMOS!"

"Well, if you want it so badly, who am I to judge?" Deimos, with the most shit-eating grin, lowered his head once more, his lips coming in contact with the other's toned stomach.

"Has anyone seen the weapons that Sanford picked up-" Hank, who had finally joined the party like everyone else, had gotten cut off by the sudden loud scream of Sanford. Their eyes darted toward the sight of the noise, staring at the other two messing around on the couch while the bartender laughed into their hand, clearly enjoying this a little too much. "What did you do?" He asked, his dark eyes shining through his red goggles. They calmed down long enough to respond.

"Deimos wanted to prank Sanford," Doc explained, their gruff, breathy laughter still ringing quietly in the area, "so I told Deimos that he was ticklish."

"YOHOHOHOU'RE SOHOHOHO DEHEHEAD, DOHOHOC!" Sanford yelled out between shrieks and squeals, pushing on Deimos' shoulders lightly to try and get him off. If there was one thing that the group could compliment him on, it was that he was damn persistent. Of course, in this situation, it didn't seem like a good thing. Especially for Sanford.

Deimos leaned back up, his own face slightly pink. "Has someone had enough tickles for today~? Or does wittle Sanford want some more~?" He stuck out his lower lip, pretending like he was pouting. The other only continued to lay there, resting his arm over his face as he regained his composure. Sanford took his circular sunglasses off, wiping the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes.

Deimos hadn't even realized it but he was staring. Hard. How could one person even be this cute? How could it be possible? Sanford let out a shaky breath, stray giggles flowing through the room. "Whahat are you starin' at, shithead?" Sanford asked jokingly, shaking his head. Deimos jumped slightly, his face turning red. "Uh, nothing. Happy April Fools?" Deimos said nervously, removing himself from the larger one's waist.

"Oh, the day is still long, Deimos," Sanford replied.

"I still have a couple of pranks to pull myself."

It was quick to the rest of the group that the whole day was going to be filled with laughter. And honestly, that was alright.

It might've been one of the best April Fools they've had in a while.

#razz-writes #mc tickling #madcom tickling #lee!sanford #ler!deimos #slight lee!deimos in the beginning #slight ler!2bdamned #hank is just there #i spared him #LMAO #sfw tickling #tickle fic

[demonicseraphim]

cw//tickling + heavy bondage + feet focus

Poor, ticklish Auditor~

#Tickling #madcom tickles #Madcom #madness combat #the auditor #auditor #madness combat auditor #madcom auditor #lee!auditor #ler!aahw

[gh0styyt0astyy]

*throws these madcom laugh headcanons at ur feet*

Hank — Hank’s is … well it’s a little nonexistent. He doesn’t laugh much at all. He’ll make a little huff or a quiet chuckle but he doesn’t laugh. Though when he does laugh it’s loud and it’s cackling. Cackling and sometimes little wheezes that break it up. (Though it’s rare cause it only happens when he’s got lmao; and who’s gonna try and tickle Nevada’s most wanted??)

Deimos — LOUD MAN! Loud and genuine and very contagious! He laughs at like literally everything- though his tickle laugh is like so much different from him? He tries to conceal it and sometimes you’ll get little “bwoho” or “bahaha” from him. (But he never hides it for long :])

Sanford — THIS MAN CAN LIGHT UP A ROOM WITH HIS LAUGH. It’s so warm and friendly and it even makes Hank go: “💞💞💞”— His laughter is very wheezy and he snorts (because if My laugh is like that then Sanford’s is too I make the rules here) and when he’s getting got?? It’s so much better by like 10 💞💞💞

#ghosty.speaks #mc tickling #tickle headcanons #headcanons #BEEN A WHILE SINCE I GAVE U MY HEADCANONS HUH #ENJOY <3

[razzlee-meow]

the fic where hank has no idea what tickling is and everyone is happy to show them.

i made this up in like, five seconds.

deimos and sanford are telling a story. the whole room goes silent, however, when hank has no idea what the hell they're talking about. hilarity ensues afterward, along with a cute sight they'd never seen before.

ehehe lee!hank.

i'm sorry, i love when stoic men are really ticklish. i think it's the cutest thing in the world. you know what i love even more? HAAAANK. anyways have more lee!hank.

(i might write some modern au and some more 2b eventually. for now, have the baby that could kill me in two seconds flat.)

2 fics in one night?! what's up with me?!

"S-So, Sanford and I were on a mission, right?" Deimos announced, looking at the three that were gathered around the lounge eating dinner after a long day of back-to-back missions. Sanford groaned loudly as he turned his head in shame, immediately recognizing the story that his boyfriend was telling. "You ass, you don't need to tell this story," he remarked, pursing his lips as he took a sip of his soda. The storyteller only chuckled at that, giving him a wink before continuing.

"Anyways, we were on a mission. It happened a few days ago, yeah? Sanford got himself into a bit of trouble with the automatic door... a-and..." Deimos couldn't help but burst into giggles, closing his eyes as he hid his face in his hands. The other two, Doc and Hank, only stared on in amusement as they both listened to the story. The technician quickly gained his composure back as he continued telling the story.

"Sanford's pant leg got caught in the automatic door. So, I pick him up under the arms and pull him..." Deimos shot a snarky grin toward the one in question. "And he lets out the most high-pitched squeak known to man. It shocked me for a minute, but that shit was so funny," Deimos cackled, leaning backward into the couch he was sitting on.

"Shut up! Everyone's ticklish, dumbass," Sanford responded, with a light pout and a scarlet face, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation.

"...uhhh, what the hell are you two talking about?" Hank piped up, their eyes flicking between the two. The couple turned to face him, raising both of their eyebrows. "What do you mean? Do you mean what mission we were on? Well, it was the-"

Deimos was cut off by them shaking their head.

"No, I mean, what the hell is 'tickling?'"

The whole room went silent, and all eyes were suddenly on Hank. They were all giving him a look of confusion like he'd just shot every single one of them with no remorse. They couldn't help but wonder if they had said something wrong. He looked over to 2BDamned, who was also giving him the same look. Hank tilted his head. "What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Deimos was the first to speak. "W-Wait, so you're tellin' me," he paused for a moment, eyeing both his boyfriend and the doctor, "that you've never been tickled before?"

"No, I have not. What is it?" All of their expressions changed from confusion to smugness, smirks decorating each of their faces. It seemed like they were planning something but how was he supposed to know what they were going to do? Were they going to tickle him? ...whatever that meant, they thought. Hank was suddenly cut out of his thoughts as Doc locked his arms underneath Hank's own, essentially immobilizing him.

"H-Hey, what are you d-doing?!" Hank suddenly grew confused. Were they about to hurt him? Why else would they need to restrain them?! He struggled in the other's grasp, kicking his legs out as if that would do him any good. They forgot how strong Doc exactly was, considering that they never really went out to fight that often. Sanford and Deimos were slowly creeping over to him, a slightly evil grin on both of their faces.

"Oh, Hank~," Deimos spoke softly, his sharp teeth visible with that childish grin on his face. "You have no idea the situation you've put yourself in, huh?" There was a moment of silence between the four of them, with Deimos and Sanford exchanging glances every few seconds. The mercenary could feel anxiety bubbling in his chest yet kept that cool exterior on. It would soon be broken the minute they laid their fingers on his exposed torso, however, watching as Hank's eyes widened.

He honestly didn't know how to react. Whatever they were doing to him was definitely working, as he felt the electric-like sensations shoot through all of his nerves. Hank struggled to keep it together, only barely keeping a straight face as they writhed in Doc's grasp. "W-What.. t-thehehe hell?" Hank choked out, accidentally letting out a soft giggle.

The other two only grinned wider, applying more pressure to the spots they were focusing on. Deimos was applying pressure to the mercenary's ribs, focusing on drilling his slim fingers into the sensitive bone. Sanford had dropped a little lower, focusing on the other's legs, squeezing his kneecaps with just enough force. All the while they did this, they were talking back and forth, teasing the poor man out of his mind.

"Y'know, for Nevada's Most Wanted, I didn't think you'd be this ticklish. It feels kind of... hm, out of character?" Deimos muttered, his nails scraping against the cloth. Hank let out an honest-to-God squeal, throwing their head back as loud, gruff cackles rang out into the area. "W-WhahahaHAHA-! S-StohohoHOHOP! D-Dohohoc, lehehEHEheT MEHEHE GOHOHO!" Hank tried to struggle out of his grip, but with the sensations and Doc's brute strength, they were too weak to do anything.

"It does feel out of character, Deimos. To be so unbearably ticklish like this. Hey, they might be worse than you," Sanford chuckled, nudging the other in the side. Deimos only grumbled as he huffed, continuing to dig deep into the other's ribs, slowly lowering down to his toned belly. Hank couldn't even think straight - the only thing on his mind was getting away from these tickly sensations, the feeling driving him absolutely mad. "AHAhahahAA- sTOHOHOHOP! I c-cAHAHAN'T!" Hank cackled out, shaking their head as the cloth around his mouth started to fall down.

"Aww, look at him," Doc muttered, their eyes lowering down to the other's cute noises and reactions. "I'm sure he just loves what you're doing to him~." Their teasing only made it tickle more, for whatever reason. Deimos and Sanford only continued on their torturous touches, making them jerk and squirm around in the other's arm. It wasn't long before the cloth on Hank's face fell down to his neck, and the cutest sight was seen before them.

Both Sanford and Deimos stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening and their faces turning a bright red as they saw Hank's face. Although he was missing the bottom part of his jaw, and it was replaced with metal casing, the smile that he had was ... a little pure for someone like him. They panted, trying to regain their breath as they felt the phantom sensations crawl up their nerves.

"W-What... ihihis it?" Hank let out another soft giggle, looking up with tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Everyone avoided eye contact, their whole faces bright red. It wasn't until Doc pointed the obvious out. "Your...uh, mask, Hank," they spoke softly as they stared at his beautiful, scarred face. His eyes widened as he pulled it back up, being released from the other's grasp.

"...if it makes you feel any better, you're really cute!" Deimos teased, as he watched the mercenary stand up suddenly. Sanford laughed a bit at that comment but didn't notice the sneaky look in Hank's eyes.

"Oh, you want to laugh, huh?" Hank muttered toward Sanford, rubbing at his sides softly. "I'll give you a good laugh."

Needless to say, Deimos and Sanford definitely got what they deserved. Doc could easily tell that Hank didn't mind the affection, considering none of them were legitimately killed yet, and the fact that he could've easily struggled out of that if he wanted. ... it wasn't like they were holding him that hard, anyways.

But that would be their little secret... to exploit for later.

#razz-writes #lee!hank #ler!sanford #ler!deimos #2b is just holding hank lol #madcom tickling #sfw tickling

[razzlee-meow]

small sleepy tickles

me writing this on the brink of falling asleep:

life is good.

this is gonna be real short considering the fact above. it's just a placeholder until i write hank being absolutely destroyed. and i uh, watched the "other incidents" (the non-canon stuff krinkles has made) and there's an agent named torture? agent torture? oh please, tell me you haven't thought of the same things i've just thought about. LMAOOO

edit: i lied. this is not short. i got carried away. lee!hank is the cutest thing and i'm not sorry.

anyways enjoy this short little moment between two babies (cuz they deserve the world).

lee!hank, ler!2bdamned.

hank needs sleep. everyone does. but nothing doc seemed to do worked. until they figured out a single method that takes the poor boy down in minutes.

he/they for hank. | they/them for 2bdamned/doc.

Doc knew how hard it was for Hank to fall asleep. Being constantly on the run and overall tense, fighting until he's bruised and broken, lingering on until the very end. Surely the poor mercenary would be exhausted, no?

Well, that was just the answer. No.

Although Hank could be exhausted beyond belief, as far as he'd ever known, there was no way for him to fall asleep. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. It got to a point where the bags underneath their eyes could be seen through the red tint of their goggles. It got to the point where even Deimos and Sanford were starting to complain, wondering about solutions to their problem. Eventually, they dragged 2BDamned into the equation.

They had the most medical knowledge here, and if that counted for anything, surely, they must've had some idea how to get Hank to fall asleep. "Doc," the mercenary muttered, letting out a soft yawn underneath the cloth that stuck to his face, "you called?"

They smiled underneath their own mask, nodding. "Yeah. The others are concerned about the lack of sleep you're gettin'. And by the looks of it, I feel like you should be concerned too." Hank shuffled by the doorway; their arms crossed over their chest.

"I'm fine, Doc," muttered Hank, whose body started to feel heavy. The doctor pursed their lips, suddenly standing up to go meet the other by the door. "You do not look fine. Go sit down on the table, alright?" 2BDamned pointed over toward the table they had just cleaned, turning swiftly on their heels.

"But, 2B, I can't—" Hank protested but was quickly silenced by the emotion in their eyes.

"Do not argue with me on this Wimbleton," they narrowed their eyes. "You look terrible, and everyone can see it. If there is a way to get you to sleep, I will find it." Hank pouted slightly, shaking their head as they reluctantly did what the doctor told them to.

Before long, 2BDamned turned back with a bunch of things cradled in their arms. Medicine to help with sleep, sweet auras to try and relax him (like that would ever work, he was constantly tense), and even some tea that they hoped would help him.

"This is stupid, 2B." The other person didn't reply, and Hank even went silent for a little while.

They began trying everything they could. At first, he took the medicine. It seemed that after thirty minutes of waiting and lying down on the table, it didn't work after all. Quite disappointing but there were other things that could work. The second thing they tried was to light a couple of candles, and other sweet-smelling things, but it seemed after the first second of smelling it, Hank wasn't too fond of this idea.

"Too overwhelming," as they had said to the doc, who had promptly put them out. It was fine. Maybe this last thing could work? They stirred some honey in the freshly made tea (of course, Doc had made it exactly the way Hank liked it) and handed the cup to him.

After a few minutes, the question stirred once more. "Do you feel tired yet?"

The same answer was given.

No.

2BDamned sighed, putting a palm to their forehead. There had to be something that could work. Anything! Hank was getting restless, they could tell, and after a few seconds of thinking, the mercenary hopped off the table, barely able to keep himself up. "Listen, thanks for tryin' Doc, but it just isn't gonna—"

"I GOT IT!" 2BDamned suddenly yelled out. Hank cringed backward a little, freaked out by the sudden loudness of his friend.

"Lay back down, but this time, on your stomach," Doc instructed, their mind racing with thoughts of whether this 'technique' of theirs had often times worked on them when they were younger. "I also need you to take your jacket off. Your shirt, too, if you're comfortable with it."

Hank hesitated slightly, before succumbing to their orders, taking off the top layers of his clothes and laying down with their head resting on their arms. "Like this?" they questioned softly, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

2BDamned could see all the scars that Hank had gotten over the years, the ones that were healed, the ones that were... getting there, and the ones that downright just looked awful. "Mhmm, that's perfect. I'm going to start now, okay?"

Hank nodded, closing his eyes to possibly help with what the doc was trying to do. But there was no way in hell they could've prepared for what they were going to do to him. Doc's fingers traced over his back softly, the gloved parts of their hand gliding across his scarred skin.

"Hng—" Hank repressed the urge to make any noise. He was shaking a little and his body seemed to grow tenser. Doc only smirked, finding the other's reactions endearing. The mercenary's fists clenched together as they hid their face in the crook of their arm, small breaths of what seemed to be laughter flowing out of their mouth.

"This used to work on me all the time," Doc explained quietly. "It would calm me right down. I used to have nightmares and had problems getting to sleep too, y'know but when someone would rub their hands on my back, it felt amaz— Hank, are you okay? You're not as calm as I thought you'd be."

The doctor paused their explanation as the man's laughter got a little louder, their fingers now circling a sensitive scar near his hip. Hank nodded. "I-I'm good, Dohohoc," they chuckled out, trying to hold back all reactions. The doctor's eyes widened as they finally figured out what was happening, a smirk growing under their masked face.

"Seems someone's a bit ticklish, huh? Don't worry, I'll keep it soft," Doc whispered, their fingers drawing random shapes on his back as they let out a few chuckles themself. The sensations kept switching back from being soothing to unbearably ticklish. It kept throwing Hank off a little every time they moved their fingers, but he couldn't deny that it did help a little. Well, maybe more than a little.

"D-Dohohon't tehehease me," Hank grumbled through soft giggles. 2BDamned was relishing in the noises they were hearing from the usually stoic mercenary. Their fingers trailed upward to his shoulder blades but suddenly stopped, watching the other flip over, his eyes widened. "N-Not thehehere, p-plehehease," they whined, their shoulders tense. "I c-cahahan't tahahake it."

2BDamned nodded, laughing along with the other. "Fine, fine, I'll stay low, alright?" They watched the taller man flip back over, still dissolving into giggles even though they weren't touching him. It was cute. Too cute, they caught themselves thinking as their hands descended on him again, gently stroking the lower part of his back, right above scars that had healed. "But since you're not tryin' to kill me, I have to assume that you like this."

Hank said nothing as his entire face turned red, the small breathy laughs still escaping from his mouth. The way his fingertips danced wasn't an unwelcome feeling. They weren't a physical person normally, avoiding people's touches like the plague, but there was something about the way Doc was doing it that made him completely melt. Even if he was giggling hysterically during the process of it. "I sahahhah- said, don't tehease me," Hank grumbled, clearing his throat as his words started to slur together. It was clear that it was working.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm stating a clear fact." Doc replied, pressing into the soft flesh of his back with medium intensity, watching the other tense up for a minute before relaxing again. "I'm glad something worked out for you. I know how hard it is for you to sleep normally. Especially considering all these scars. Must've been hard to heal from, huh, Hank?" They asked but was surprised when they got no reply.

"Hank?" The doctor took their hands off of them, leaning over to see a sight that they'd never seen before.

Hank was finally asleep.

2BDamned let out a small huff, removing their mask as a faint outline of a smile traced their features. They picked up the somewhat-light man, carrying him off to his room.

It seemed like they'd have to do this more often.

[Fin.]

#lee!hank #ler!2bdamned #soft tickles for hank <3 #sleeeepy tickles #sfw tickling community #madcom tickling #sorry not sorry #this is just a placeholder before i mercilessly destroy hank. #also not sorry for that when it comes out #im so tired myself lmao i have insomnia #this was a lil self-indulgent #also not proof read #so idk the quality of it #enjoy it regardless #i forgot my tag :( #razz-writes

[razzlee-meow]

dude....

my switch brain has got to stop doing this shit to me.

project nexus spoilers under the cut.

tw for asylum talk

i'm at the goddamned asylum. and all i can keep thinking about is "what if hank got captured by the doctors and they found out they were ticklish". because okay, think about it. WHY ARE ALL THE PATIENTS LAUGHING LIKE THAT (/nm) oh my god. i just can't play through that without thinking something along those lines. .........

i want an audio of hank laughing. that's it. that's just the entire post. i know there's like, an audio with Sticky (voice of Hank from Antipathy) laughing but if I could get just... like... a single crumb of official VA laughs please. .......

because grunts can be ticklish in the canon game. the fight with church and jorge (i hope i spelled their names right) proved that. i fucking lost my shit at the part but hey, we don't talk about that.

anyways i just had to get that off my chest.

#razz speaks #lee!hank #implied #mc tickling #madcom tickling