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razzlee-meow · 1 year

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uhhh maybe prompt 41 (“i’m gonna tickle the sadness out of you!”) with lee!deimos, ler!sanford for the writing thing? i hope im doing this right (trying so hard to be brave and not use anon rn LOL)

hello !!! sorry for not getting to this for a while, my creative gears were not moving like they should but i got it out!!! yay me!! lmao

(you don't have to use your main, you can always use anon if it makes you more comfortable <3 /p)

this has a little bit of angst, considering the prompt revolves around it so you've been warned >:(

sanford gets anxious when deimos isn't out doing his usual bullshit. he goes to check on him and finds something he'd never thought he'd see: deimos crying. after nothing else works, sanford decides to comfort the other the only way he knows how!

not proofread lol. it's 3am and i can't sleep!! but regardless, enjoy the mc fic while i work on the others i've got in my big ol brain.

edit; this took me fucking forever. and im so sorry. i had shit going on and a lot of my inspo got taken, and for a while, i forgot this blog existed. and y'know. adhd things. i finally got it done. i hope it's good, buuuut it's probably not considering it all. regardless, i hope you enjoy. :D

quick something: i based this off the deimos spin-off series. i hc that he often has nightmares based on that one scene in that series, and that's what led up to this. so if anyone was curious, lol that's where i got the inspo for this fic.

Something was off.

Sanford only recognized something was wrong when he realized the room was insanely quiet. The only noises that came through the lounge were the soft hums of Hank as they sharpened their knives beside him, and the various scribbling noises of 2BDamned’s pencil on work papers. The only person missing from the group was the childish technician, or more bluntly put, the hook-wielder’s boyfriend. That realization alone concerned him a little. Usually, he was always around - being annoying to Hank, chatting up Doc, or just roaming the area with a cigarette in his mouth.

…why was he not here?

Sanford took a few minutes to think about it a little more, but the more he thought about the fact that he wasn’t around, the more nervous it made him. Hank seemed to notice this from the corner of their eye, their gaze turning slightly toward the left. “What are you worried about?” He asked, setting down his knife and turning his attention to the dark-skinned man beside him. “I don’t know,” he exhaled sharply. “Have you seen Deimos around? Is he out? I just… think it’s kind of weird he’s not … doing his usual, y’know, bullshit.”

Hank chuckled softly at that comment, narrowing his eyes toward the hallway that led to his room. “I went to check on him earlier. He told me he’d be out in a few minutes, but… now that I think about it, it’s been a little bit since he told me that. You want to go check on him?” They tilted their head, looking back at the worried expression on the hook-wielder’s face. Sanford nodded, lifting himself off the couch. He headed straight toward the technician’s room, and when he got there, he was concerned with the silence.

“Deimos?” he knocked softly at the door, hoping that he didn’t scare the other. For a minute, there was no reply; maybe he fell back asleep. He didn’t really want to barge into the other’s room uninvited - especially if he was doing something personal. But just as he started to back away from the door, he heard the rough voice of the other ever so quietly. “What is it?” Deimos responded back.

"I'm coming in, alright?" Sanford opened the door slowly but what he saw in front of him shocked him even more.

Deimos was curled up on his bed, completely covered by the giant blanket he had. The only things that Sanford could see were his head and his hands which were grasping the pillow he had tightly. The pillowcase was completely soaked with tears, and they still continued to flow as he looked up at the hook-wielder's troubled face. "What do you want?" Deimos asked, his voice cracking a little as he hiccupped softly, his body trembling from how much he had been crying.

Sanford's eyes widened. "Hey, hey," his voice grew softer as he sat on the edge of the bed, "what's the matter? What happened?" It took a minute for the other to even get a full sentence out without stuttering.

"I just... I d-don't know," he started. The act of opening up just made him want to cry harder, but he resisted the urge to. He refused eye contact with his boyfriend, the obvious frown on his face only growing bigger. "I-I'm just so overwhelmed with everything, and sometimes, my thoughts like to run free and think of all sorts of things that would probably never happen in a million years... and I keep thinking, 'what if they do happen?' What then?"

Sanford gently placed a hand on his cheek, stroking his face softly. "Listen, whatever you're thinking of, forget about it. The reality of the situation is that we're both alive and well. That's all that really matters, isn't it?" He wiped away his tears, giving him a soft smile in return. It was only a shame that he couldn't return it.

"It's not that simple, y'know," Deimos whispered. "I can't just stop thinking about it."

Deimos was right about that, he thought bitterly. There had to be some way to distract him from the sadness he was going through.

And then the idea hit him like a train.

"What if there was a way you could just 'stop thinking about it', huh?" Sanford shot back, suddenly gaining a teasy tone in his voice. The technician shook his head, rubbing his eyes. There were no more tears left for him to give, so he just sat there with a frown instead. "I appreciate the offer, but nothing is really going to stop me from thinking about this," he muttered, looking down at his bedsheets.

"That's what you think," Sanford replied, his eyes glistening with 'evil' intent. "But I know a surefire way to get you out of this mood!" Deimos just turned his head to the side, the frown growing in size as the two's eyes interlocked. That frown quickly changed to something different. An anxious smile, perhaps?

"What are you planning to do, huh, Ford? Since it's... surefire..." Deimos hesitated slightly when he saw the other towering over him. Sanford wrapped his arms around the technician, listening to the other yelp as he was trapped in a hug. He was caught off guard and a little surprised by the sudden affection, but he had no idea what was about to happen. "F-Ford, what- WAIHIHIT, NOHOHO!" Deimos cackled embarrassingly as the other's large fingers found their way right to his torso, digging into the sensitive flesh he found there.

"I'm gonna tickle the sadness out of you!" Sanford assured him, watching the other flail helplessly in his grasp at the ticklish sensation. Deimos was trying his hardest to get out of the situation he was in, kicking his legs out underneath the blanket he was in which, admittedly, only hurt him more as it got tangled between his legs and between itself. Curse that damn blanket!

"NOHOHO- SAHAHAN! BAHAHAD SAN!" Deimos chided as if he was talking to a dog, throwing his head back on his pillow. Sanford's fingers dug in a little deeper, an amused smirk growing on his face. "Nu-uh," he shook his head, leaning in closer to get a good look at his boyfriend's beautiful smile, "I'm not stopping until the sadness is gone. It's a good thing you're so ticklish, huh?" The other teased softly, giving him a small kiss right on the nose.

Deimos' laugh rose in pitch, making him sound almost like a little girl. The technician pushed at his boyfriend's shoulders, but the other didn't budge a bit. "What do you think you're doing, huh, Deimos? Trying to push me off? Who do you think you are~? You think you can get away from... the tickle monster?!" Sanford chuckled softly hearing the shriek that came out of Deimos' mouth as he lifted up his shirt, leaning down to his sensitive belly. He looked up, letting the realization of the situation sink in.

"SAHAHAHAN-! D-DOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!!" Deimos squealed out. Sanford didn't listen, however, as his lips met the other's sensitive skin. Just that alone was enough to send shivers down the other's spine, his hands pushing against the hook-wielder's shoulders with a bit more intensity. It didn't affect Sanford in the slightest, considering that his boyfriend was already so weak due to the tickling.

"Oh, but," he muttered with a sly grin. "What if I do dare?"

And with that, Sanford blew a raspberry right on his stomach, knowing that the vibrations only made it ten times worse for Deimos. And that it did, considering the reaction he got out of him. The shriek that left his mouth was louder than anything he'd ever heard before and he just knew that the others outside could hear it clearly. His legs kicked weakly against the bedsheets as his squeaky, sort of rough laughter continued to ring out. His face was a bright red and his smile reached from ear to ear - something that was more positive than sight Sanford had seen earlier. He could almost get memorized it.

"SAHAHAHAN-! STAHAHAPH I-IHIHIM DYIHIHING!!" Deimos clenched his fist as he slammed his hands on the other's back, signaling that he was quite close to his limit. Sanford only chuckled as he gave him one last nibble, sending tickly vibrations all throughout his body before he leaned back. Deimos fell against the pillow, panting as he looked up at his boyfriend.

"...so, did that get your mind off stuff?" he asked quietly, his smile growing bigger as he put a hand on the side of his cheek, pushing the technician's messy hair behind his ears. He was sweating and blushing, but at least he didn't look sad anymore. Deimos let out another shaky breath before replying.

"Yeah, ... yeah, it did. T-Thanks." He chuckled as he turned away. Sanford pulled him close into a tight embrace, leaning his head into the crook of his neck. The technician gasped as he let out a softer sigh, leaning against his boyfriend as his hands gently rested on his bare back.

"Listen, if you ever need to talk about stuff, I'm here," Sanford started, his words a bit muffled as his face buried deeper into the other's neck. "I will always be there for you. There's no mistaking that. If it's something you can't talk about, well, I'll be there for that too. I can always bring out the tickle monster again..~." He chuckled, giving him a slight poke to the side.

"Aha-! Y-Yeah, yeah, whatever. C'mere, you big goof."

And the two lay there for a few minutes. There were no more tears, but instead two content smiles of partners who knew that they had each other.

#razz-writes #lee!deimos #ler!sanford #mc tickling #sfw tickling #tickle fic

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pineishere64 · 11 months

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What if I made a tickle fic where Deimos and Sanford use tickling just to tease 2BDamned?

#mc tickling #lee!2bdamned #ler!deimos #ler!sanford #sfw tickles

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gh0styyt0astyy · 2 years

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Hello! I'm a little new around here, but I really like your OC! I saw you wanted requests, so I was wondering if I could ask for Deimos and Sanford ganging up on Eremis? (If not that's fine.)

Hi hi !! Thank u for taking an interest in Eremis !! It means a whole lot to me :-3!! /gen here is Eremis getting wrecked for u <3

IDK the context for this so! Make up ur own story

#ghosty.scribbles #mc tickling #oc tickling #ler!sanford #ler!deimos #lee!eremis #sfw tickle art

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intothetickleverse · 4 months

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Would anybody be interested in some White Hank headcannons?

#mc tickling

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leedoodle · 1 year

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new Tickle community member lol-

Helllooooooooo

#mc tickling #tword content #tword community

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l3viat8an · 8 months

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MC: I should warn you, I'm not very good at keeping secrets from Solomon…..he has been known to use physical torture.

Asmo: You mean he tickles you.

MC: As I said, physical torture!

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rninies · 3 months

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HE WILL BE MINE 👹👹

#ky rants #I NEED THIS CARD SO BAD #LIKE HELLO THE ROSE?? HIS BLUSH??#tomorrow. first ten pull #EARLY PITY AT LEAST PLEASE.#like you guys don't understand what i went through when the trailer for this card came out like #I YELLED #THE WAY I YELLED WHEN MC STARTED TICKLING HIM WITH THE ROSE #GIRL INWISH THAT WAS ME #I NEED HIM SO BAD #BUT OH MY GOD XAVIERS CARD???#I WANT THAT ONE TOO #BUT NO IM LOYAL TO RAFAYEL #love and deepspace #rafayel #for all time #love and deepspace rafayel

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yoominki · 4 months

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WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS???

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giggle-bee · 4 months

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Triple Threat (Squealing Santa 2023!)

Hi, @hakurei-k, I'm your Santa for this year! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenging prompt since I don't typically write intense stuff with multiple lers, but it was a fun fic to do, and I'm so happy I got you!! I also want to thank @squealing-santa, Hypah, for being such an amazing host!! Couldn't have done it without you, thank you for keeping the tradition alive!

(Ler!Barbatos, Ler!Solomon, Ler!Simeon, Lee!MC)

Warnings: pranks, suprise tickles

Summary: Barbatos has a day off but doesn't know how to spend it. How better to than with you? Mediating a prank war wasn't in the plans, though.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Diavolo had first approached Barbatos about taking the day off, he was against the idea. “My Lord, the New Year’s celebration is not far away. The castle must be prepared for guests, there is much work to be done-” “Exactly my thoughts! You’ve been working tirelessly, my friend, you deserve some time to yourself. It’s my castle, I want to have part in the decorating! Besides, I know you’ve been keeping an eye on that new tea house. Take the day and relax, Barbatos.”

Diavolo patted him on the back and left Barbatos standing in his office, lost for words and with a blank mind for the first time in a while. For anyone else, the opportunity would be a blessing, to leave your duties behind and pay attention to the parts of your life neglected. All Barbatos could think about was the castle in a state of disarray, clashing colors, decorations strewn haphazardly about the place, anything less than perfect was not acceptable.

However, Diavolo’s pout if he figured out Barbatos was still working during his break was too heartbreaking to think about. Barbatos sighed, pulling out his DDD and pulling up his messages with you.

Barbatos MC, would you like to join me at Witch’s Brew this afternoon? My schedule has been cleared.

MC Oh? Is that the new tea place across from Majolish? I would love to!

Barbatos Alright. See you at noon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a sigh, you took the bag, holding out the delectable sweet. “How about a truce? Do you guys wanna split this?” All three of them nodded, causing you to smile. As you made your way towards the den, Barbatos concluded that his day off was a day well spent.

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #obey me tickles #obey me tickle fic #ler!barbatos #ler!solomon #ler!simeon #lee!mc #lee!reader #honey #bee writes

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yallmakemyassitch · 6 months

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Mort and Scrap as humans (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Don't worry I'm gonna do Gunner and Legion next, such cuties fr. Random note but Shrapnel's hair was a fucking nightmare to draw, those layers and details was not worth it for my ass 😭

Also y'all already know what time it is >:)

#mc tickling #ler shrapnel #lee mortal #my art #doodles #madness combat #ibispaintx #digital art

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multifandom-brainrot · 1 year

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so i was a little scared to make this at first, still kind of am, but im trying!! just bear with me and hear me out ,, So, Nevada has a lot of strange occurrences and a lot of strange creatures, yeah? What if someone decided to genetically engineer a method to counteract the violence, thus allowing a new type of creature to roam the deserts? Well, I have a proposition...

These little creatures are known as... Tickle-Zeds!

The one in this photo in particular is known as Tumbles, and acts as a sort of "pet" towards Sanford and Deimos. Not every Tickle-Zed looks like him, but he's the only reference at the moment, just for a general idea. Info under the cut! This post was really long heheh

Tickle-Zeds, also known as T-Zeds, are essentially the tickle monsters of Nevada. In a way, they're sort of a "false" type of Zed, as they're not actually reanimated corpses, but rather given this name due to their sluggish behavior, inability to speak (unless trained to do so, albeit with broken grammar), and lack of proper sentience. They can be tamed, but cannot engage in combat, and taming them doesn't necessarily prevent them from backfiring and going for their owners as a target. They're not dangerous; all they can really do is tickle, and it's frowned upon to kill them, so you don't see them dying hardly at all. They were created in a lab, although it's unknown who brought them up in the first place. So far, they have no ties to the A.A.H.W. (this theory doesn't make much sense in the long run anyway, but some Nevadeans still insist on it!), and they seem to have been released into Nevada as an experiment and their population has grown since then. Other than being a way to combat hostility in Nevada, they're pretty much a nuisance, and can be found randomly loitering around or digging through a trash source. They're fairly easy to take care of, save for the inevitable bath time. They'll eat just about anything that's edible. Despite all of this, they seem to have a decent amount of basic intelligence, as they can craft their own clothing articles, and seem to have a high tolerance to boundaries. In the case that they find a target to tickle, and the target doesn't like the feeling of being tickled or gets overwhelmed, they'll stop, and move on to either show general affection or mindlessly wander off to find the next target. Although not obligatory, it wouldn't hurt to give them a snack for their efforts; they're just doing what comes natural. In any other case, they'll just keep tickling. They'll primarily do it in little spurts, so it's not just one big unbearable session. It's not their desire to cause discomfort. They love being tickled back as well. Their fur is extremely soft, and has the texture of chinchilla fur. Depending on the person, this may add to the tickling, but in general, it's very nice to touch and petting T-Zeds can even lead to stress relief, kind of how petting a dog does. Their fur is not actively farmed, but in the case that it is, they will be shorn like sheep. They come in either pastel colors or the usual gray colors, like regular Nevadeans. Colored T-Zeds aren't necessarily rare (and aren't entirely colored), but they're still quite the special sight to see. They can make a variety of noises, such as purrs, chirps, coos, peeps, squeaks, trills, and full vocalizations, like yelling or giggling. Since they don't naturally speak, I won't be including language here. They also love to headbutt like cats, and will often air-knead or wiggle their fingers at you if they like you, or if they're about to tickle you. There's a difference, but a thin one at that. Tail-wagging is a clear sign of a happy Tickle-Zed. That's pretty much the base idea!! I love these little creatures so much. The concept is a little silly, I'll admit, but that's the point. This is not an open species or anything of that sort; I would prefer people to not make their own Tickle-Zeds. I still have a lot to work on, including a basic reference sheet that isn't my own OC. If you actually read this far, I appreciate it! +) razzle if you see this thank you for the encouragement +'3

#mc tickling #my art #tickle monster #tickle-zeds #my aus #hey look they get their own tag #there's lee san and dei implied #but im not gonna tag it as that #this has been running wild in my brain !!

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razzlee-meow · 10 months

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don't tickle a sleeping hank. ...get it? get it?! (i'll show myself out)

sorry the title explains it all. my bad.

i'm in hank brainrot. i want to write about lee!2b but... GOD i love hank. LMAOO

enjoy this small little idea? fic? idk what to call it.

uhm there are feet tickles, for anyone who's uncomfy with that. i think i've tagged my fics with these, but idk. if i haven't, my bad - but i tagged this one. *thumbs up.*

there's also like hurt/comfort? and i mean a physical hurt. not emotional. lmao

he/they for hank || they/them for doc

"Hank," 2BDamned let out an exasperated sigh as they softly opened the mercenary's bedroom door, looking at the adorable sight in front of them. The blankets were kicked off the bed, and the pillows were messy and all over the place... and right in the middle of it all laid the culprit responsible for it all, Hank J Wimbleton, who was still sleeping soundly with soft snores coming from him. His body relaxed against the mattress, with his left arm and leg dangling off the bed.

It took everything in their power not to start laughing at the sight, deeming it hilarious due to the fact that they had never seen him so vulnerable and exposed like that. They knew how much the mission took out of him but dreaded this moment with all of their heart. Hank never slept much, considering the bad insomnia that he fought daily, but when he managed to fall asleep... it was quite literally hell to wake him up. The whole base figured this out the first time it happened, and now the three share a custom of playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets to be the unlucky soul to wake them up.

And unfortunately, it was Doc.

"I'm comin' in, Hank," Doc whispered, mainly to themself, as they entered the other's bedroom, noticing how messy they kept their room. They were stepping over empty beer bottles and random clothes as they made their way to his bed. Hank didn't even move a muscle, he just continued to lay there peacefully as if nothing was happening. Doc inhaled sharply. This was the moment they were waiting for. They let out the single breath they were holding as they put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a bit of force.

"Hank? Hank, it's time to get up." Doc muttered, squinting their eyes at the sleeping figure. Hank only grumbled and turned onto his stomach as if that would protect him from getting woken up. Their fingers grasped the sleeping figure, shaking them a bit harder. There was still nothing happening. Hank was still sleeping, and Doc was growing increasingly frustrated at the fact that they were such a heavy sleeper. Their other hand reached toward the bridge of their nose, clutching it slightly. They knew they'd have to wake him up - but how?

Doc then grabbed the light covers, pulling them off. It didn't do considering his outfit very much was more than enough to warm him during the night. Doc sighed, frustrated.

"Hank, I'm... erm, damn it," Doc growled as they shook their head. They were a doctor! Well, not a legitimate one, but close enough. There had to be something they could do to get the other out of bed. Doc's gaze narrowed down the length of his body, listening to the other continue to snore without a care in the world. They were silent for a few moments before a sinister idea crept into their mind. A grin formed across their face - they had the best idea.

"Hank, I'm going to count to three," Doc announced loudly, moving lower on the bed. They climbed onto the soft mattress, sitting right next to the other man's legs. This was going to be good - something that Hank couldn't ignore or shrug off. Well, if it even worked on him. Doc's hand moved closer and closer to his ankle, a smirk underneath their mask.

"One," Doc muttered, hand wrapping around his ankle with a bit of force. They paused for a second, looking at the still-sleeping figure with a raised eyebrow. "Two," they continued, pursing their lips as his fingertips twitched with anticipation. Their hand hovered over his socked foot, keeping quiet for any signs of life. Doc chuckled softly, a playful and teasing sound coming out of their mouth.

"....Three." Doc's fingers skittered all over Hank's socked foot, in which Doc finally got a rise out of him - one that they had desperately wanted. Hank sputtered out something unintelligible as his body began to fight back against the ticklish sensations, trying to pull his ankle away from the other's nimble fingers. That only encouraged Doc to keep their grip tighter as their fingertips danced all over his soles. Hank burst out into hysterical laughter, shutting their eyes as they buried their head into their soft pillow.

"Ah, so you're awake now," Doc purred, their eyes narrowing in a teasing way that the other unfortunately couldn't see. A giant smirk was plastered all over their face - they found the situation more amusing than ever, knowing that Hank fuckin' Wimbleton, out of everyone they knew, was ticklish. And extremely, by the simple looks of it. Doc's fingers continued to scribble all over his socked foot, Hank's hand hitting the side of the bed.

"Doho- fUHUHCK! DOhohoHOHOC!" Hank squeaked out through his many frantic peels of laughter, his entire body squirming against them. Oh, this was just too good now. "Yes, Hank~? What do you need?" they asked, turning their head back as they continued to mercilessly torture their friend. Their fingers traveled up and down almost agonizingly, making Hank let out a squeal before dissolving into more laughter, his pitch rising with every torturous touch. "YOHOHOU- AHAH-" Hank was cut off multiple times by his own laughter and squeals, as he planted his face back into his pillow.

"Aw, Hank, you know I can't understand you like that..~" Doc teased, letting a small huff of amusement escape their lips. Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how strong Hank actually was... so the minute the top of his foot met their jaw, it made them jerk back. Of course, Hank didn't mean to - they'd never intentionally hurt the other, but it's... just what happened. "Ahaha, s-shit, Doc, you alright?" Hank asked, feeling their grip on his ankle loosen.

Hank immediately shot up, their hand cupping the side of Doc's face with a concerned look. "Did I hurt you too bad? I didn't ... mean to, it was..." Doc only chuckled in response, giving him a soft look as they shook their head.

"Don't worry about it. I expected to see some resistance. It caught me off-guard a bit," they explained with a bit of a laugh. "But nothin' I can't handle. Hey, you're fully awake now." Hank pouted a bit, still upset that he accidentally kicked the other. His hand continued to cup the side of their face. "Oh, on another note..." they spoke softly, setting aside their mask to show their scarred face. Their lips pursed for a moment before continuing. "I think that might be my favorite way to wake you up now. Well, minus the kicking. I might have to do it again...~"

"...ugh," Hank grumbled, rolling his eyes as he stretched upward. "That was unnecessary."

"For you, maybe," Doc responded with a slight teasing glint in their eye. "But to me, I think it was quite cute. And fun. I'm have to lighten you up a bit sometimes." They joked. "Besides, you wouldn't get up for anything else. I even shook you a bunch of times."

Hank only gave them a side-eye, pouting a bit as their cheeks turned a soft pink color. "...shut up."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you sound like you want more with an attitude like that."

And just like that, Doc immediately pounced on Hank, for what wouldn't be the last 'attack' of the day. Deimos and Sanford were long forgotten, thanks to Hank's attitude. It wasn't like either of them minded, though.

Spending time together is what made them special. ...even if it was to tickle the shit out of Hank!

#razz-writes #mc tickling #lee!hank #ler!2bdamned #i needed to start writing but i've been busy with LIFE #so have this thing #idk

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pineishere64 · 2 years

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Payback

A sequel to "Company"

WARNING: This contains mild language and tickling. Nothing else.

Lee!Sanford and Ler!2BDamned

Sanford was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone. He was wondering what 2BDamned was doing. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around, only to see the unlicensed doctor behind. "Did I scare you?" he asked as the meat hook wielder shook his head. "Good, I thought you would be hanging out with Deimos." 2BDamned responded as he went to sit by Sanford. "He's playing World of Warcraft. Can't bother him whenever he's about to lose it." the taller man informed the medic. As he looks away, 2BDamned begins to remember the last time he was being tickled by Sanford. He then began to smirk and turned to the meat hook wielder. "Doc? Why are you looking at me like that?" Sanford questioned as 2BDamned would place his right hand on the right side. "2B?! Move your damn h-hand!" he exclaimed as the medic glided his fingers up and down on Sanford's side. "Don't you remember the last time you tickled me? This is payback." 2BDamned said as the taller man began to laugh. "DOHOHOHOC! MOVE YOUR HAND! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sanford cried with laughter while the medic scribbled his fingers across his back and sides. "Holy shit Sanford, I didn't even know you could laugh very loudly." he told the meat hook wielder and continued. "I ONLY TICKLED YOU ONCE! AHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHA!" Sanford exclaimed as the medic reached into his pocket. "Hold on, I gotta try something." 2BDamned pulled out a feather and brushed it across his neck. "BWHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOD! STOP! STOP!" the meat hook wielder cried as the unlicensed doctor was surprised. "Oh damn, Deimos was right." he said as he stopped brushing the feather on the neck, letting the poor Sanford to catch a breath. "Also, that's for tickling me last time." 2BDamned said as the meat hook wielder glared at him, then fell off the couch. "...Shut up…" he said as the medic turned to him. "Mind repeating that Mr. Sensitive to feathers?" 2BDamned questioned as he went to him. "I said shut up… doctor…" the meat hook wielder informed the medic as he tried to crawl away. As 2BDamned heard his word, he sighed and lowered his mask and bandages, then pulled him back by grabbing his right ankle. "You asked for it." he replied as he inhaled and blew raspberries on Sanford's stomach. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I'M SORRY DOC! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M SORRY!" the meat hook wielder yelled as the unlicensed doctor scribbled his fingers across his ribs and stopped blowing raspberries. "I'll accept your apology, but for now, I must continue." 2BDamned informed Sanford and continued blowing raspberries. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! ANYWHERE BUT THAT!" the taller man cried. Afterwards, the medic stopped and moved his hands from Sanford's ribs. "You're unfair and mean 2B…" he said as he took his glasses off and wiped his eyes. "That's payback big guy, never try me." 2BDamned replied to him.

#sfw tickles #mc tickling #lee!sanford #ler!2bdamned

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gh0styyt0astyy · 2 years

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What about if Eremis took Hank's goggles while he was sleeping or something, so Hank wrecks him to get them back?

i WAS gonna draw something but its not . coming out right ! so here’s something else :) small drabble under the cut

Eremis had steadily been backed into a corner as he held onto a pair of crimson goggles for dear life. “Hank- Hank I can tell you’re pissed but listen-“

“Give them back.” Hank replied instead, looming over Eremis eerily. “Hank- Hahank-! I can explain!” Eremis held out a hand, trying to deter Hank but failing miserably as suddenly Hank’s long and fucking cold fingers dug into their sides, pulling them down with him.

“HANK- HAHAHANK-!” Eremis cried, trying to curl into a ball and away from Hank’s wiggling fingers. “PLEASE- PLEHEHEEASE! I-I can explAHAHAHAIN!” Eremis suddenly went up an octave as Hank scribbled and squeezed their ribs, drilling into each bone. “You keep saying that. But you aren’t following through.” The much taller and heftier man sat on Eremis’ waist, continuing to torment his poor ribs.

“WHY- WHIHIHY DO YOU ALWAYS GO FOR THE WOHOHOHORST SPOHOHOTS!?” Eremis screeched, having long dropped the goggles to push at Hank’s wrists- who only shrugged in advance. “It’s fun to watch you squirm.” “GAHAHAHAD DAMN IT!! I FUHUHUCKING HAHAHATE YOU!” Eremis kicked his legs frantically, stamping his heel against the ground. “STAHAHAHAP! I-I drohohohoped thEHEHEHEM!!”

Hank, however, didn’t stop. Instead he slowly drilled his index and middle fingers into the bones on each side. “Why’d you have them anyways.” “I-I wahahas gonna upgrahaAHAHADE THEM!” Eremis squealed back, curling his legs to their stomach but shaking as Hank’s hands were now trapped at their hipbones. Eremis wheezed helplessly, pushing at Hank’s chest with a foot as he squirmed and squealed and snorted.

Hank eventually did show mercy, pulling back from Eremis and taking his goggles back. “Next time don’t thieve them. Ass.” He spoke, turning on his heel and leaving the room, and leaving Eremis to be curled in a ball on his side, still giggling some leftover giggles from the phantom feelings.

#ghosty.keysmash #mc tickling #oc tickling #lee!eremis #ler!hank #tickle drabble sfw #sfw tickle drabble #tickle fic sfw #sfw tickle fic #enjoy <3 good night

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