GUYSSS I INFECTED ANOTHER FRIEND /j GO CHECK THEM OUT PRETTY PLEASE

GUYSSS I INFECTED ANOTHER FRIEND /j GO CHECK THEM OUT PRETTY PLEASE

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!

dawg when i finish all these drawings im gonna have an explosion of posts im tellin ya right now. i am blowing thru these

character tickling ask meme

i thought it would be cool to make a nice little list of fun questions to answer when discussing headcanons for a certain character!! feel free to reblog and use this for either fandom hcs or your own ocs :)

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

which spots are they not ticklish?

what is their laugh like?

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

does teasing affect them?

Uhh hey!! so erm. I don't really make posts like this, thisll be my first time doing so but i could use some advice. Nothing major i just wanna tag my stuff properly, if anyone is in the sfw tickle community and likes off (and/or makes content of it) i would appreciate help with what tag to use, if any at all, kinda like how i use "mc tickling" or "tmc tickles" i'd feel a little silly being the only one uploading to a certain tag and am also too embarrassed to go seek it out myself to verify its existence, any help is appreciated. the main reason im asking is bc a friend of mine sent in a request and idk how im gonna tag it when i finish it. if need be i will make my own dang tag myself but i figured id ask first HEEHJGE (not putting the fandom tag, idk if thatll make a difference but still)

~Tickle Asks~

Here's some new ones, hope you enjoy!

What is one position you would like to be tickled in?

Would you rather have light tickles or rough tickles on a bad spot?

A tickle story you'd like to share?

Have you ever been tickled while doing something? (reading, gaming, etc.) How did it change what you were doing?

Favorite ___bug name to be called? (ticklebug, gigglebug, etc.)

Do you prefer soft tickles or hard tickles?

Tag one of your favorite lers!

Tag one of your favorite lees!

One of your favorite tickle tropes?

A fictional character you would love to wreck/be wrecked by?

Something you didn't expect to tickle, yet surprisingly did?

What is by far your worst spot? (no backing out of this one!)

Something you like to be called when tickled/teased?

Have you ever joined a fandom just to see the tickle aspect of it?

Tag one of your favorite content creators, show them some appreciation!

A tease that never fails to get to you?

One tool you would like to be tickled with?

Someone who was an unexpectedly good ler?

Have you ever tickled someone who wasn't ticklish and got wrecked afterwards because of it? Whats the story behind that?

Sleepytime tickles or morning tickles?

What is one spot youre ticklish on that most people arent as ticklish on?

What is one spot youre not ticklish on that most people are?

Have you ever gotten a pedicure that tickled more than it should have?

What would you describe the feeling of being tickled as?

What are some of your favorite aspects of being tickled/tickling someone?

What would you say your lee/ler percentages are?

What is your laughter like when you are tickled?

Are you able to tickle yourself and have it work? If so, what techniques and spots?

A tickle scene that has yet to leave your mind?

How easily do you get flustered?

What do you think about using pens to write on tickle spots?

Opinion on cuddly tickles?

A tickle scenario that you would like to happen to you?

Have/Would you ever play a game of "Keep Your Arms Up?" How long would you last?

Opinion on being chased/hiding before from your ler?

What kind of ler would you say you are?