#ticklish!hank

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[sensitivedevelopments]

Surprise, Surprise (Cherik)

Welp. I suppose I've lurked for long enough. Have a little story.

Edit: Now on AO3 as well

Summary: Surprising a telepath is difficult, but definitely not impossible.

Warnings: Tickle fic. Skip if that's not your thing.

Lee!Charles, Ler!Erik, brief mentions of the reverse

Technically fits into FC, pre-beach divorce, if perhaps uncharacteristically fluffy.

Erik learned quickly and efficiently that you cannot surprise a telepath, especially when the two of you are dating.

Sure, Charles had agreed and then sworn on his life that he would not meddle in Erik's head without his permission (which Erik was unsure if he could ever give). It did quickly become apparent, however, that this was not the only problem his powers could cause.

"There are some things I cannot shut off," Charles said mournfully after a conversation where he had seemingly slipped up without thinking about it. "If you think too loudly, I get a general impression of it. Feelings and images, sometimes. Words, sometimes. I’m not always fast enough to block it out.”

There was apparently a difference between "inside thoughts" and "outside thoughts" as Charles worded it. Mostly, the outside ones were impulsive, emotional ones. If Erik got excited about something, or struck with an episode of terrible memories, Charles struggled to block that sort of thing out. But it wasn't his innermost thoughts, he could remind himself. They were just instincts. If he actively contemplated something, he could focus on keeping it to himself. Charles was also eager to show him how to keep the thoughts “quiet”, as it were.

Though this might never be enough for Erik and his anxiety, it did keep it at bay most of the time. It helped that Charles was so very earnest about it, apologizing so profusely, blocking him out so deliberately when he noticed. Eventually, carefully, Erik began to relax a little on this matter. Charles knowing that his spontaneous little surprises made him happy--really, truly happy--was not a bad thing after all. 

Surprising Charles in return, however, was next to impossible, and Erik found himself wanting to surprise him. If only for revenge. 

It started when Charles discovered that he was ticklish. A fact that was impossible to deny, not only because of the physical reaction, but because the feeling of it rolled like waves from him straight to Charles.

He hadn’t laughed in so long before then. Actually, physically laughed. It was a light, fluttering, terrifying feeling.

Okay, so perhaps he did not hate it. That did not mean he wanted Charles to do it in front of the others. This was quickly and obviously communicated after the first innocent little poke next to where Hank was working. A look and a mental surge of discomfort was all it took for Charles to back off completely. 

But that did not stop him when they were alone, to Erik's mixed embarrassment, chagrin, and delight (though he would never admit to that last part). Charles pounced when he could, looked for the smallest moments of privacy, and it was not always tickling. Sometimes it was just physical contact or the odd kiss that Erik did not want the others to see. The tickling, however, was the only thing that really warranted revenge. 

But Erik was apparently a loud thinker when it came to that sort of thing. In conversations, around others, even mid-training, Charles would gracefully side-step if Erik came at him with anything more than the intention to put a hand around his waist. Erik found it infuriating. He also relished the challenge.

This required some time alone to think. At first, he solved this by taking walks around the grounds whenever he had some time left over. However, this eventually lead to Charles offering (so kindly, so innocently) to join him. This lead to some very nice walks and some interesting conversations, but it certainly did not lead to a solution to his problem. That came by accident one day.

Erik woke up early most mornings. The exceptions were after difficult missions, when he woke up aching and one or two hours later the next day. Charles often struggled with the same concept. He did not have the perfect internal clock that one gets from a lifetime of life-or-death and living on the run.

This lead to a morning where Erik had the rare chance to not only wake up in a leisurely manner, but also to do so in Charles' bed, a deeply sleeping telepath slung over his arm and his mind whirring with the possibilities of it. How had he not thought of this before? How could he have missed this?

There was no time to dwell on this, however. The early bird and the worm and all that, and if he spent too long thinking too loudly about the serendipity of this, Charles would surely be woken up from the sheer glee rolling off him in waves. So he laid closer and curled up around Charles, rolling him onto his back and slipping the hand that was buried beneath him into the fold between the shirt and pants that Charles had been to tired to shed the previous evening. It took a second, a moment of prodding and pinching, but then Charles was squirming closer and burying his head in Erik's chest. 

Erik did not stop, and the feeling did not go away. It was with victory in his heart that he watched Charles’ eyes flutter open and listened to the sound of a hum of discomfort turning into a high-pitched yelp of surprise when he ventured further up to the ribs. There were no barriers, no guard to keep up. Charles was laughing immediately. 

It was lovely.

“Erik!” he was squealing, squirming this way and that, but the way Erik was wrapped around him made him unable to do more than press his arms tightly to his sides to keep out the wriggling fingers. This did nothing to deter Erik, and he made sure that Charles knew it. His laughter was high and light, boyish and carefree, and Erik couldn’t get enough of it.

“Yes?” Erik asked, feeling unusually playful for being, well, him.

“Sto-“ he broke off with a shout as the hand slipped up into his armpit. The reaction was instant and practically violent, to the point where the bed frame twitched with Erik’s instinct to restrain, to protect. He quickly squashed down the feeling. This was not a fight. This was play.

Perhaps he should appreciate more just how much Charles had been teaching him to play.

“Please!”

Charles was turning red, laughing against his chest and no longer bothering to squirm away. Erik was still new to this, and he did not want to hurt him. Carefully, his fingers stilled, but there was no hope of removing them with the way Charles was still squeezing them close. He seemed unable to do anything else at this point.

“That,” Charles panted, “was rude.” He was still giggling a little bit.

Erik realized at once that he was smiling, wider than he had done in a long time. He could not imagine how he looked in that moment, but perhaps that was not so important now.

“Payback,” he muttered into Charles’ hair. He pressed a kiss to the scalp, going for soothing, but Charles was still squirming in his grasp.

“Stop it,” he muttered, amusement clear in his voice. “You’re feeling too loudly. Stop being so happy about this.”

“Make me,” Erik muttered back, for once perfectly happy that Charles was unable to shut him out. The joy was practically a feedback loop now. When Charles felt enough—joy, awe, arousal—he tended to project his feelings outwards, and suddenly Erik felt like he was the one able to read minds. It gave him some insight into why Charles loved his power so much, and certainly made it easier to deal with it on difficult days.

The idea was sudden. A surprise as much to him as to Charles, and it worked a charm. All it took was an image, the memory of wiggling his fingers, and Charles shut his eyes and let out a whining sound.

He was so sensitive. So hyper-aware. It made sense now why he did not let Erik do this anywhere else.

If Erik was a little ticklish, Charles was extremely ticklish, and Erik loved him for it.

“E-Erik!” Charles was once again giggling into his neck, squirming closer, despite the fact that Erik’s fingers remained perfectly still. “Please, this isn’t fair!”

And oh, Erik loved him.

[bouncingbluebeast]

Five Affectionate Headcanons for Hank

((So we all know our beautiful bouncing blue boi is a fiend for hugs and kisses, but I'd like to go further and explore the WHY and how a heftier Hank might desire/respond to affection.

Hank is a beating-heart romantic: this is a man that will wax poetic with the sappiest saccharine nicknames imaginable just because he can

Hank deeply appreciates being initiated with affection. Most of his life being an off-putting blue furry Beast? Being the initiator is a delicate procedure of proper gentleness and forewarning. Having someone reach out to HIM is especially meaningful.

Fat Hank has sharing food as a love language. Growing up in Illinois with an American family dinner table and the hundreds of interrupted meals when duty calls? You can bet that food security is gonna be shared. Offer him a snack while he's working? Immediately will put down what he's doing to give you hugs

Hank bristles his beard and tusks on his S/O'(s) neck. It's partly a scent thing as he breathes deeply, but also he can wrap himself more closely and nuzzle in (bonus points if they're ticklish)

Fat Hank loves belly rubs, forehead kisses and chin scritches. He denies that he purrs, but he does let out low hums of approval when you hit juuuust the right spot.

Thank you for coming to my HankTalk.

Now give this fictional man hugs and kisses. =3=))

[pastelpixel1987]

”Lester stop, t-that t-tickles…..”

Lester found out that Hank is ticklish and decided to see just how ticklish he actually is, safe to say that Hank is in for a long night.

(I recommend watching this as it recaps the story where these characters came from)

(This video shows the Hank design used in this)

[paperdice]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤!

(heavily updated cuz other post is a bit older and new askers might not know of it)

✍= currently working on

🙏= worked on and or halfway thru but still on hold

🧠= brainstorming for proper accuracy

⏳= on hold

✍- pt2 izukus twin x platonic hcs with aizawa, katsuki + 2 others of my choosing 🙏- mordecai heller x asexual reader hcs and oneshot ⏳+🧠- twisted alice x male reader that was her past lover oneshot ⏳- rocky rickaby x reserved polite reader romantic hcs ✍(due to a misunderstanding in request, thanks for letting me know anon!)- ticklish reader x butter roll cookie and affogato cookie hcs 🙏+🧠- 2BDammed x reader x Hank NSFW fic ✍- dark cacao cookie, burnt cheese cookie and stardust cookie x goddess reader hcs ✍- avocado cookie x cuddly fem reader hcs 🙏+🧠- Kevin x male reader oneshot ✍- auditor x human reader oneshot and hcs ✍+🧠- beast cookies x chosen undead reader hcs (I'm also doing extra research on the beast cookies bc I'm not too confident in myself so I'm double checking) ✍ - Match up 1. lackadaisy and tf2 ✍+ 🧠- Viktor, mordecai, wick and rocky x dom reader nsfw all seperate mini hcs and oneshots ✍- Match up 2. creepypasta, sally face and black butler ✍- wind archer cookie x villain reader hcs and maybe oneshot ✍- scott pilgrim x shy!fem!reader hcs ✍-scott pilgrim x shy!fem!reader that accidentally confesses fic ✍- all might x male!reader smut

I swear in my past life I was a tortoise, but now that I have this up I hope this can help anons understand why I've been slow.

As I said in my last 'Requests Accepted' post, im a crazy picky writer,, I double-check for accuracy and am constantly thinking whether or not the character would even do what im saying they would.

A regrettable choice of writing I picked for myself, BUT I MUST SERVE JUSTICE FOR THOSE WHO ARE TIRED OF FALSELY WRITTEN FICS!!

Till then, thank you anons all for your immense patience! Major props to you all!

[giggly-squiggily]

Can I request Drasna + “I just want a hug!”, non-ticklish please

{Candy Hearts are officially CLOSED!}

Aww, Drasna! TwT She reminds me of my mom- she's such a good lady! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Hug- "I just want a hug!"

“Now, now- one at a time!” Drasna laughed as she was surrounded by pokemon, her dragon types eager for the treats she had for them. “There’s plenty here for all of you.”

You smiled as you watched her feed her team, taking in the sight. Not long after defeating the Elite Four and becoming champion, you began spending more time with her, assisting in things like cleaning or basic pokemon grooming. 

You insisted it was due to your interest in Dragon-types, but if you were being honest- you just really liked Drasna. She was sweet and inviting, reminding you of various family members back home. Lately, your visits felt more like temporary cures for the homesickness creeping in.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Drasna called out to you. From her tone, it seemed she had been calling out to you for a while now. “You looked so sad just now. I was worried.”

You felt guilty. How can you tell this wonderful person you’ve been using her as a means of escape? “Sorry- I just got thinking about home.”

“Ah, that’s right- you’re not originally from Kalos, are you?” There wasn’t a shadow in her smile, only understanding. “Why don’t you tell me about it. Where are you from originally?”

The next hour or so was just that. You shared with her your home region, your family, the journey you took leading you to here. You managed to share some of the pain in your heart about missing it all, encouraged by her hand in yours. By the time you were finished, you both felt lighter and heavier than ever.

“It sounds like you’ve had quite a journey.” She squeezed your hand, as if she could sense your tears. “What can I do to help you right now?��

“You’ve done more than enough.” You managed to tell her, feeling your voice start to crack. “I guess I just really want a hug right now.”

Drasna smiled and pulled you into her arms, and just like that- the heavy weight in your chest faded away. You squeezed her back as you let your tears fall, somehow able to smile despite them. “Th-hank you.”

“Of course, my dear. You have a home permanently here with me and my dragons if you ever need it.”

[kanene-yaaay]

Gosh, I am so happy that I found this fanfic again!! I remember it was one of the first t-fics I've ever found on Tumblr and it's just as sweet and delightful as I remember! Gosh, the playfulness here is so so soooo fun to read and absolutely heartwarming in the same time! Connor being so cheeky and having fun while Hank pretends to be annoyed only to be absurdly fond of him is just aaaaaaaaaa 🖤💗🤍♥️💛🤎💛💜💜💜💗🩶💛♥️❤️💚💞🩵🩵❤️‍🔥💕🖤💗💙💛🤎 my heart is COMPLETELY and UTTERLY melted! No survivors here <3

Also! We finally get to see Summo's famous attack xDDD get him, boy!

Doggy Kisses

A/N: This is a request from an anonymous user for the prompt, “Don’t make me come get you”. To be clear, this is not shipped romantically, so please do not reblog this with ship tags. Enjoy!

Continuar lendo

[top-tier-tickles]

Overreact

This is a DBH tickle fic requested by no one. I just wanted to write a DBH fic. Please let me know if I've characterized anyone wrong. I hope you enjoy!

TW: PAST SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, REFERENCED CHILD DEATH, SWEARING

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Markus walked into the room, relieved to be out of a long meeting. He sighed, relaxing his shoulders, only to jump in surprise when he saw Connor sitting on the couch.

"Woah! Connor, hey! I didn't expect you to be here." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I'll leave." Connor motioned to get up, only to pause when Markus put his hand up.

"Oh, you don't have to. Every android is welcome here." He smiled, sitting next to the RK-800.

The pair sat calmly in silence for minute, until Markus glanced over to Connor. Connor had a look of sad blankness on his face, and while Markus couldn't see his LED directly, the small yellow light reflecting off of something was a good indicator that something wasn't right.

"Connor, you seem troubled....Are you alright?" Markus placed a hand on his shoulder.

Connor remained silent for a second, before sighing and speaking in a low voice.

"I accidentally called Hank 'Dad'..."

"Really? Oh, well that's not a big deal."

"Yes it is, Markus! Androids do not HAVE parents! Who am I to think of the lieutenant as my father?!"

"Well, I think of Carl as a father, and I'm an android."

"That's not my point. How could Hank ever regard me as his son? He's already lost his real son, why would he want another?"

"I would say that Carl had Leo before me, but Leo is a human asswipe."

That got Connor to crack a smile, only for a brief moment. He face fell again, his LED glowing red.

Connor suddenly put his head in his hands, saline tears begging to drop from his eyes. Markus quickly sat up, putting a comforting hand on his back.

"Whoa, whoa. What exactly happened?" Markus asked.

Connor sat up again, and began to recount the events earlier that day.

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"Now I'm telling you, Connor, the fucking piece goes here." Hank said, pointing the puzzle piece to an empty spot.

"Hank, I am positive that it doesn't go there. The tabs of the piece do not line up with the overall pattern of the surrounding pieces. I don't even need my scanner to see that." The android replied.

The pair was sitting on the couch in Hank's living room, Connor was living with him after the revolution. The pair was doing a puzzle to pass the time, Sumo snoring at their feet.

"What, you sayin' I'm a dumbass?" Hank accused, a smirk traced his lips.

"Your words, not mine." Connor replied, his own smirk beginning to grow.

The lieutenant blinked in surprise, before shoving a middle finger in Connor's face as the android laughed.

In retaliation, Connor grabbed the piece from Hank's hand and placed it in a spot on the other side of the puzzle. A perfect fit.

"That's it." Hank said, yanking Connor close and ruffling the android's usually immaculate hair.

"Hank! Get off!" Connor tried to push him away, but he was wrapped in the lieutenant's surprisingly strong arms.

"Shouldn't have been a smart-ass, kid." Hank chuckled, knowing exactly how much it annoyed him.

"Uuugh. Dad! Cut it out!"

Hank froze, dropping his arms to his sides and staring at Connor.

Realizing what he'd done, Connor immediately jumped to apologizing profusely, getting up from the couch, and promptly leaving through the front door, apologies still pouring from his mouth.

What has he done?

Hank definitely won't be happy, so he couldn't go back. The only home he'd ever truly known since he deviated, and he blew it.

There was only one other place to go...

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Markus listened as his friend told him everything. He knew Connor was overreacting to a simple mistake, but this really shook him up.

Connor sighed, wiping fresh tears from his eyes, indicating he had finished.

The RK-200 reached his arms out, and the other greatfully accepted the hug.

"Why do emotions have to be like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know, emotions feel wonderful. Being able to find joy in the simplest of things, giving and feeling loved. But, they are also.....inconvenient. We feel sadness and anger, sometimes for no reason. And every negative emotion seems to follow the good ones like a black cloud."

"Heh, that's a pretty good way of putting it. But there ways of coping, like right now." Markus replied, "but..."

The RK-800 lifted his head to look at his friend.

"I don't think you're just upset about fumbling your words...Is something else bothering you?"

Connor stayed silent for a few seconds, turning away from Markus.

"I don't understand. Our relationship is very close platonically, every day I have to remind myself that I am an android, and Hank is not my father."

"But you still think of him as one?"

"Yes. But Hank has already had a son, and after he lost him, he was a total mess."

"Hank is better now, right?"

"You don't understand, Markus! You weren't there. Hank was destroyed after Cole's death. His alcoholism would've killed him if he didn't do it first. It took months to get to where Hank is now. He is doing so much better, and I'm so, so proud of him...."

The tears had returned, Connor full-on sobbing now.

"B-But humans and their emotions are very unpredictable. Hank still has his moments, although few and far between, and I fear that me thinking of him as a father and will add more problems. What if I do something wrong? W-What if I am broken? With CyberLife gone, there are no more models to replace me. If I am completely destroyed, I can't come back." He sniffed.

"Hank could be thrown right back into that depressive state again, or worse. I-I wouldn't be able to help him! I can't do that to him, Markus,.......I just can't...."

Markus rubbed Connor's back as he cried, this was not the first time he had to comfort a sobbing android.

"Everything is going to be okay... I know it will be. You're only calculating the worst probabilities, and while that doesn't mean your fears aren't real, it does make them somewhat irrational."

Connor thought for a moment, and slightly nodded in agreement.

"Are you okay now?"

"I'll be okay." Connor said, voice barely above a whisper.

Markus gently took his hand away from Connor's back, accidentally brushing his side.

Connor squealed.

A beat.

Markus's eyes widened, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Are you ticklish?" He whispered, a playful tone lacing his voice.

Connor's face flushed blue, slowly scooting away from his friend.

"You are!" Markus grabbed Connor's wrist, yanking him close.

"Mahaharkus! Nohoho!" Connor giggled in anticipation.

"Look at you! I haven't done anything and you're giggling!" Markus laughed, beginning to dig his fingers into his ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MARKUHUHUHUHUS!"

"Yeeeees?~"

"STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"No! You need cheering up, and I'm here to help with that!"

Markus scribbled his fingers up and down Connor's torso, buzzing into his armpits and squeezing his hips.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Gitchy-gitchy-goo~ I've never heard your laugh before! It's adorable!"

Connor all but got more flustered by the compliment.

"NOHOHOHO IT'S NOHOHOHOT!"

"Is too!"

Markus then slipped his hands underneath Connor's shirt.

"AH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHARKUS!"

"Hahahahaha! I could do this all night!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHON'T! HAHAHAHAHA"

Getting an idea, the RK-200 began tickling Connor's belly. The RK-800 flying into hysterics as the fingers danced across the synthetic skin.

"EEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

"Oop! Sounds like I found your sweet spot!" Markus laughed, digging a finger into Connor's navel.

"EEEEEEEEK! AAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU AHAHAHAHASS!" Connor shrieked.

"Oho, Getting sassy, are we?" Markus suddenly pushed Connor onto his back, lifting up his shirt, and blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!" Tears flowed down Connor's completely blue face. Luckily, androids didn't need oxygen.

Markus sat up, letting his friend breathe. He chuckled as Connor curled up into a protective ball.

"Well, do you feel better?"

"Hehehehe....A-Actually,....yeah..." Residual giggles flowing into the speech of the android.

Connor sat up again, smiling.

"Hey, what time is it?" Markus asked.

Connor pulled the cell phone (that Hank gave him) out of his pocket, gasping as he saw many missed calls and messages from a worried Lieutenant Anderson. He hadn't even realized his phone was on silent.

"I-I have to go, goodbye, Markus."

"Bye. If you ever need to talk, you know where to go." Markus waved.

As Connor made his trek back to Hank's house, a sinking feeling deepened in his "gut". Slowing his pace as he approached the front door, and entered.

Hank stood in the kitchen, eyes wide as he held his phone in his hand.

"Lieutenant, I am so-"

Hank suddenly pulled Connor into a tight hug, reminding Connor of that moment theh shared in front of the Chicken Feed. How calm and safe he felt in that moment.

"Connor! Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again, do you hear me!?" Hank slowly rocked back and forth with the android in his arms.

"I am sorry, Hank, I panicked in that moment. I should've handled it better."

"Don't apologize, alright? You simply reacted to something that overwhelmed you, don't be sorry."

"A-Aren't you mad that I called you....that...?"

Hank pulled away from the embrace, moisture in his eyed.

"Oh, Connor, of course not. You have no idea how much I missed being called 'dad'. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about."

"But, what about Cole? And aren't you uncomfortable that I regard you as my father?"

"People can have more than one kid, Con. I certainly miss Cole like a son of a bitch, but that won't hold me back from father figure to someone. Especially if that someone is you."

Tears welled in Connor's eyes, but a smile was present on his face.

"C'mere." Hank nudged him back into the hug.

"I love you, son."

"I love you too, dad."

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THE END.

[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.

[fluffymcu]

Scott Lang appreciation post

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A smart, yet slow

Adorable

Confidant

Fatherly

Generous man 😊

[cas-kingdom]

Logan/ reader ( daughter/ sister) # 47 and 33. Thank you💕

NOTE: I’ve already used both these numbers so I decided to change it for this! Hope you don’t mind! 

“Logan! I made cupcakes!”

The Wolverine glanced over at you from his place on the couch in Charles’s office, lying sideways, legs crossed at the ankles, a bottle of beer in his hand. The Professor himself was sat behind his desk, working on papers, but he, too, looked up as you walked in, balancing a plate of cupcakes in your hands. He rose an eyebrow. “I’m guessing my job here is official cupcake taster?” he asked, the corners of his lips turning upwards as you nodded and sat by his feet.

“Of course,” you said, “isn’t that what you were made for?”

Logan made a face and pushed himself up on his elbows. “I wish,” he muttered to himself before reaching over to you. “Come on, then. Hand it over.”

“I made this one especially for you,” you told him with a sweet smile, handing over a vanilla cupcake, topped with white buttercream and what looked to be a wolverine badly drawn on with black icing. Logan smiled when he saw it after taking it from you.

“Did you poison it?” he asked, and Charles coughed loudly from his seat at his desk, causing you to turn and give him a quick, sharp glare before returning your sweet gaze to the man in front of you. He peeled back the casing and took a bite.

“No,” you said, “I licked it.”

Logan paused mid-bite, not moving an inch, save for his eyes, which slowly lifted up to stare straight at you. Charles chuckled from across the room and shook his head fondly, sitting back in his chair. “I suppose that is what you get for hitting her in the head with a frisbee last week.”

The Wolverine slowly moved the cake out of his mouth, a look of distaste crossing over his face, before he turned his head towards Charles. “It was a damn accident,” he ground out before throwing the cupcake on the coffee table beside the couch and leaping towards you. “How many times do I have to tell you?” You screamed as he pinned you to the couch, grappling for your flailing hands, face utterly determined. Once he caught them, he held them both in one hand and used the other one to dig into your sensitive stomach. “Out of all things,” he growled, your giggles immediately filling the room, “you had to lick the fucking cupcake.”

“LOHOHOHO!” you squealed. “MY CAHAHAHAHAKES!”

The man turned his head, noticing that the plate was seconds from falling to the floor. He smirked, reaching for one of the cakes, peeling the casing back and taking a huge bite before throwing it to the side and returning to his tickling. “Mmm! You made all these delicious cakes for me, Y/N? None for Charles? Or Hank? Damn, how generous!”

Your laughter rose an octave as his free hand moved to your side, and you began frantically shaking your head. “YOU AHARE SUHUHUHUHUCH- SUCH AHAN IDIOT!”

Logan’s eyebrow rose higher. “How so?” 

Charles rolled his eyes, wheeling over to the both of you and stopping at the head of the couch where he was able to stare down at you. He smiled. “I believe she licked all the cupcakes, Logan.”

“Motherfu-”

X-Men Masterpost

[fanficsandfluff]

Barry: Say the Line

FUCK ME THIS ISN’T EVEN THAT GOOD BUT I NEEDED TO PUT TICKLISH!BARRY INTO WRITING. Thank you for getting me into this show and Bill Hader, @ticklishraspberries

Words: 913

“It’s not what you’re thinking, alright? I wanted this to be a surprise for you, but it just didn’t work out I guess... So, can you get out of my way, please? I love you. You know I love you. I want--- So you--- Fuck!”

Barry took a step back toward his desk and leaned over, finger tracing the lines he had been going through, “Give me the keys. God, why the fuck was that so hard?”

“Baaaabe, I made us some Earl Grey with some honey and milk. You know I heard most people don’t use milk in their tea? Crazy, huh? Can you believe?” NoHo Hank came strutting in with two teacups on a silver platter. He set it down on the desk where Barry’s script had been. The hitman was now pacing the room with script in hand, mumbling the lines he had to memorize over and over again. 

“Thanks,” he said in between lines, giving Hank a glance.

Hank took his cup and twirled a miniature decorative teaspoon through the steaming tea, leaning up against the desk while watching Barry, “What troubles you?”

Barry shook his head, still repeating the words on the page. 

Hank had to admit, he didn’t always get the acting thing Barry was so in love with. But he was always trying to be supportive anyway to keep his favorite man happy. 

“Can you perform?” Hank asked, “Barry. Please? I want to see what you have so far.”

Barry looked up from the script and shrugged, “Yeah?” he got Hank’s head nod of approval and went over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “Alright, cool. Thanks, man. Okay okay, umm...” he threw the script onto the bed in the room and shook out his arms. 

Barry went through the monologue with only a few stumbles, “... I love you. You know I want you,” and he paused again, eyes darting around because god dammit he forgot his line. 

“Wait wait wait...” Barry stood and looked at the ceiling, thinking hard, “Fuck!” he exclaimed again and snatched the script from the bed, “Give me the keys. God dammit! I already screwed that up, why can’t I get that fucking line!?”

Hank was smiling, “Hey! You did super! Why so mad? Come on, this acting can’t be so hard. Here,” he went over to Barry and took the script from his hands. He cleared his throat before reading in an almost comical slow way, “Give me the keys. Give me the keys and I’ll be on my way. See? Easy peasy, easy squeezy!”

Barry had to smirk and roll his eyes at the way Hank was always incorrectly reciting sayings or phrases. It was highly endearing. 

“That’s cuz you’re reading it, idiot,” Barry took the script back and sat on the chair at his desk again, running fingers through his hair. 

Hank pouted and stood where he was for a few extra seconds, “How can I help?”

“No, it’s alright. I need to read it a few more times.”

Hank slid up behind Barry and draped his arms around Barry’s shoulders, his chin resting atop the hitman’s head, “Do it again. I want to hear you say it right. No pauses.”

Barry scoffed, “Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Gene.”

Hank smiled, “Yeah, I can be director! I can totally be director! Say it better!” he pinched both of Barry’s sides where his hands were resting. 

Barry jumped so hard in his chair his knee smashed into the desk and he yelped, “O-Ohow! Hank!” 

“Ohohoho,” Hank was giddy now, and he squeezed again, this time more rapid. Barry’s arms shot to his sides, a giggle slipping from his lips.

“Give me the keys, Barry. Come on, now,” Hank was now reaching forward and hungrily kneading into Barry’s stomach. Barry practically screamed and he lurched forward in his seat, a blush creeping up his neck and ears at an alarming rate. 

“Youhuhu fucking dumbass! Stohohop!” Barry had his head pressed against the very script on the desk and his hands were moving to fight off Hank’s attacking ones. 

Hank was beaming as he darted his hands every which way he could reach on Barry’s torso, and he could not be happier with the reaction he was getting. Barry was trapped between him and the chair and the desk so he couldn’t do much in his weakened state.

“Come on, Mister Actor. Say the line,” Hank bent down low to Barry’s thrashing head and took a few teasing nibbles out of his ear. Barry squeaked and he ducked his head low again.

“Hahahahank!” 

“Give me the keys!”

“Gihihihive--GAH! Youhuhu fucker! Gihihihive me the k-keys!” Barry finally wheezed out. 

Hank was grinning ear to ear and he relented on Barry, “Good! See, I told you I can be director. Told you so mister--- Barry!” he was startled and took a few staggered steps backward when Barry whipped around in his chair and ran at Hank, planting him onto their bed. 

“Barry! Babe! Stop wait! You know I love making you giggle like that--”

“Giggle? I think we went a little farther than giggling, didn’t we?” Barry grinned now, enjoying the familiar upper hand. He let Hank press a gentle hand to his cheek as a peace offering, but used that against him just as fast, sticking his hands into Hank’s exposed armpits. 

In class, Barry couldn’t say that finally memorized line without smiling. Mr. Cousineau liked the choice. 

[top-tier-tickles]

Tickletober Day 26: Reward/Punishment

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Author’s Note: Sort of a plain title, but I couldn’t think of anything else. X’D I’ve wanted to write this for a while, once I gave my child Colton a Detroit: Become Human verse I wanted a Hank to like... take him in. Anyway! I don’t know how to Hank, I RP Connor but Hank is still kind of a mystery to me, so if he’s ooc then I apologize!

Warnings for language (as per the norm, only with Hank this time, he curse a lot), mentions of blood/gore/suicide, and a n g s t. But there’s fluff, too! :3

Summary: As Hank Anderson is just starting to get used to his android partner, he also opens his home to Colton-- a young man who is not fully android or human, and who helps him remember the way things used to be.

Word Count: 4531 (my longest thing yet!!!)

After his and Connor’s investigation at the Eden Club, and after leaving the android to go drink more, Hank was just as drunk as he’d been when Connor had found him, save for passing out on his floor. He cursed at the broken window in his kitchen, truthfully pissed off at Connor for more than just the shattered glass-- he was pissed about everything.

However, as he moved to get a broom to sweep the glass up, knowing he’d have to call to replace the window in the morning, he noticed something... odd. There was blood on the floor near the window-- not blue blood, meaning Connor hadn’t cut himself, but red blood. “ ... Sumo? You didn’t cut yourself, did’ja?” The Saint Bernard came waddling out from the hallway, the Lieutenant meeting him on the other side of the table to look him over. No cuts, no blood, which only meant...

Drawing his gun, Hank moved to the end of the hallway, clearing his throat to attempt to keep his words from slurring. “Whoever the fuck’s in here, this’s private property. Come out, don’t make me shoot-- an’ put your hands up.”

The light in the bathroom turned on, the slightly-ajar door moving open as a foot pushed it. Two hands were lifted-- Hank could’ve sworn through his blurry vision that one of them looked like an android’s, and the other was the cause of the blood on his floor, a large gash splitting the palm open. But what he didn’t expect was the eyes... or eye, rather, since the other was covered by hair. Gunmetal blue, scared and soft, peeked out from behind an arm-- both were shaking. With how skinny the person was... Hank assumed it was a kid. And it wasn’t just his arms that were shaking-- his whole body was trembling, from his shoulders to his knees. Whether it was from pain, cold, or fear, Hank couldn’t tell, but he surmised it was a combination of all three.

He holstered his gun-- seeing as how this kid was bleeding, and couldn’t be a threat due to his full-body tremors, there wasn’t any need to threaten him. He held one of his hands up, his voice quieter. “Alright, calm down, kid-- you can put your hands down now. Shit, you’re a goddamn mess.”

Sumo approached the boy as he lowered his right hand, the left being the one that was bleeding. Hesitantly, he petted the top of Sumo’s head, the dog’s tongue lolling out in a pant as Hank snorted. “Some fuckin’ guard dog you are.”

If he’d been sober, he might have been more abrasive, and definitely more harsh-- seeing as how this kid had come in through his window, he had every right to kick him out. But...

“Alright, I don’t know why you came through my goddamn window, but I’m not gonna send you back out. ‘Specially when you’re bleeding like you are. C’mon, sit down.” He pulled a chair back from the table, moving back over to the pile of broken glass so he could sweep it up. When he looked back to find the kid had taken maybe a few steps toward the table, he shook his head, sighing. “Kid, I just said I’m not gonna kick you out. Now if you don’t sit down, I’m gonna have to make you.” A few more hesitant steps and the soft sound of the chair scraping against the floor, and Hank smiled-- tiredly, but he still smiled. “There. Wasn’t so fuckin’ hard, was it?”

After getting up all the glass-- he’d get the shards outside tomorrow-- he dumped the broken pieces in the trash can, then rummaged around in his cabinets, coming back to the table with a warm, damp rag, some gauze, some bandages, and some hydrogen peroxide. “Alright, gimme your hand.”

The boy’s gaze lifted from the table, alarm clear on his face. While Hank was used to yelling at other people, even slamming his fists on surfaces to make his point, he knew he couldn’t do that-- with the way the kid was still shaking, he had to be patient. He sighed quietly, keeping his voice level. “Look, kid, I’m not gonna let you walk around with a bleeding hand. Lemme see it so I can make sure there’s not any glass in it.”

For a few moments, the boy didn’t move-- but with hesitance still clearly written on his face, he finally relented, carefully bringing his hand up and setting it on the table. Hank was gentle as he took it, surprising even himself, and he studied the wound, cursing softly. “Christ... coulda been worse, ‘cause I don’t see any bone, but that looks like it hurts like Hell. No glass, which is good news...” Carefully, he wiped the blood off of his hand, making sure not to touch the wound itself. He heard a hiss from across the table, and when he looked up the boy had his eyes squeezed shut, his head ducked down until his chin touched his chest. Normally, Hank wouldn’t feel bad about making someone else hurt-- but he tried to be more gentle, a frown on his face as he set the rag aside.

He opened the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, looking at the boy before he lifted it. “This might sting some-- so don’t freak out, alright?” He waited for the kid to nod before he carefully poured some of the liquid onto his hand, his frown deepening at the wince the peroxide drew when it made contact. It fizzed slightly for a moment, then it was gone. As he placed some gauze over the wound and began to wrap the bandages around it, he decided he should at least try and get some information out of the kid.

“Shoulda told you my name instead’a pullin’ my gun on ya... I’m Hank. Hank Anderson. I’m a police Lieutenant.” He focused on gently winding the bandages around the boy’s hand for a moment, thinking that after the silence, he’d ask the kid his name-- but his question was answered before he could speak again.

“Colton Robinson...” Colton had long since lifted his chin from his chest, but it wasn’t until Hank introduced himself that he’d decided to look back at the man. Pleasantly surprised, Hank smiled warmly, continuing to wrap Colton’s hand.

“Well, Colton... it’s nice to meet ya.”

--

Hank arrived to work the next morning to note that Connor was impatiently waiting at his desk-- impatience was uncharacteristic of the android, and he held his hands up in defense when the RK800 stormed over to him.

“Where have you been, Lieutenant? I understand you said you were drinking more, but I didn’t expect you to be late. Did you drink again after you woke up this morning?”

“Whoa, whoa, cool your fuckin’ jets, Connor. I ain’t drunk now, don’t fuckin’ worry about that.” He pushed past the android to sit down at his desk, glowering when Connor sat on the edge. “Then why were you late? What held you up?”

Hank held up his hand again, watching the android’s LED quickly go from gold to cerulean in seconds. “Just shut up for a minute. Jesus, Connor, lemme get my thoughts together.”

Connor held his tongue, waiting patiently for Hank to speak. Finally, the man sighed, shaking his head. “A kid came through my window last night, ‘fore I got home. He’s harmless, cut himself on some glass. I overslept ‘cause I spent a few hours tryin’ to get him to sleep.”

There were a few moments of silence before Connor spoke. “I’m sorry about the window, Lieutenant-- assuming the window he entered through was the one I broke. But... how old is he?”

Hank shrugged, rubbing his chin. “Dunno. All I got from him was his name. Colton Robinson. Looks young, though, late teens.” He looked up to see the android’s LED spinning yellow, and he groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re lookin’ up his name to see if he’s a criminal. That kid’s so easily fuckin’ scared that it ain’t funny.”

Connor’s eyes narrowed, and he spoke. “I can’t find anything on him specifically... but I found--” A hand was placed over his mouth, and he glared at Hank, who glared right back.

“Told ya to shut up. He ain’t a criminal. I don’t wanna hear anything else from you ‘bout him, got it?” Reluctantly, Connor nodded, and Hank removed his hand from his mouth. There was silence for a few moments before Connor spoke again.

“Could I meet him? If you’re alright with me coming to your home again, of course. Only to satisfy my curiosity, I promise.” He held up a hand when Hank’s ice-blue eyes stared a hole through him, but after a few moments, the man sighed in defeat.

“Alright, but we’re goin’ in through the front door.”

“I detect sarcasm in your response, Lieutenant.”

“Fuck you.”

--

Hank was careful as he opened the front door, not wanting to disturb Colton as he and Connor entered. He’d given the kid one of his old hoodies and a pair of his old sweatpants to sleep in, seeing as his clothes were wet and had his own blood on them, and in addition he’d given him pillows and blankets to use on the couch. So as they both walked to the living room, that’s where Colton was-- fast asleep on the couch, curled under the blankets with just his head out from under them.

“Heh... I was hopin’ he’d still be asleep. Good to know Sumo ain’t as useless as a guard dog as I thought. Well--” He glanced over at Connor, whose eyes were wide as his LED flashed yellow more frantically. “Uh... Connor?”

He carefully shoved the android’s shoulder, and Connor blinked rapidly, looking over at him. “Apologies, Lieutenant... I seem to be getting conflicting readings when I scan him. Did... he mention anything at all about himself?”

Hank shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “No, like I said, he only gave me a name. But he also kept hidin’ his right arm from me, tried to ask if he was injured but he said no. Hey-- what’re you doin’?” Connor carefully lifted the blanket from the boy’s arm, grateful he was laying on his left side. Both he and Hank were left speechless when, as Connor pushed up the sleeve, the unmistakable alabaster color of an android limb became visible.

“No fuckin’ way he’s an android. His blood was red, it was on my fuckin’ floor.” Hank moved to stand next to Connor as the android knelt down to study Colton’s face. “He’s not an android. That much I can say for sure. He seems to have a few android components on his body, and I can understand why he would want to hide them from you. He had a black eye recently, and a scrape on his neck. They’re healed enough that you can’t see them, but I can.”

Connor was keeping his voice soft, but Colton wasn’t a sound sleeper-- he had nightmares so often that it affected his sleep, even if he had a rare night of complete sleep. So as Connor was looking away, Colton’s eyelids were fluttering, and as if on cue, when Connor looked back into his face, his eyes were open. Instead of two normal gunmetal blues staring back, though, his right iris was glowing softly, pulsing a gentle blue much like Connor’s own LED.

The blue soon turned to yellow when Colton realized just how close the android was, and that his arm was uncovered-- and before either Hank or Connor could do anything, Colton was off of the couch. He backed away until his legs hit the table, hiding his right arm behind him again even though they’d seen it.

Hank was quick to cross the room, stopping just behind the couch when Colton looked like he was going to run. “Kid, it’s alright. Connor’s my partner. We’re not gonna do anything to you.”

Connor’s gaze was focused on Colton’s eye. As he approached-- slowly and calmly, so as to not spook the boy-- he kept his focus on it. As he stood in front of Colton, he was able to fully scan the eye, discovering something that fascinated him.

“Hank... these components are early prototypes. His eye is the earliest prototype of an LED-- originally androids had one normal-looking eye and one eye with the LED attached, but the LED was moved to the temple to make it easier to see.” Colton stared at Connor in amazement, his eye returning to a gentle blue as he shifted to sit at the table-- he kept his arm behind him, though, at least until Connor held his hand out.

“May I?” Colton hesitantly slid his hand between Connor’s, a slight shock going through his body-- though he couldn’t interface with androids, apparently he could still feel when they touched his arm. It was more than just the normal pressure something would have on it, it was full feeling, and it was strange and intriguing at the same time. Connor was busy scanning the limb, his thumb grazing the panel under his wrist-- the panel that didn’t do shit, as Colton had previously discovered-- when he turned his head back toward Hank.

“This is one of the earliest android limbs put into circulation... before they made androids more human in appearance and began adding artificial skin.” He looked to Colton again, squatting down in front of him and releasing his arm. “Is there anything else that you can show me?”

Colton seemed hesitant, his fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. But looking into Connor’s eyes, despite them not being human eyes, made him at least feel like he would be okay, and he swallowed, leaning over to grasp the ends of his pant legs. He slowly pulled them, one at a time, up until they were above his knees. Hank was shocked at what he was seeing, and he moved to stand beside the table, staring in bewilderment at Colton’s legs.

Much like his arm, they were of the same plastic material that all android limbs were comprised of. His legs, from the knees down, were pure white, though when Connor took his ankle and lifted his leg, both he and Hank saw that the bottoms of Colton’s feet matched his skin-- meaning the soles had been attached separately. “These are both from the same batch his arm came from...” Connor mused, more to himself than to either Hank or Colton.

Colton looked... ashamed. That was the only word Hank could think of to describe the expression on the kid’s face, besides upset. He didn’t seem uncomfortable with Connor’s examination, but he looked distant-- more distant than he was with Hank the previous night. Against his better judgement, he carefully placed a hand on Colton’s shoulder, feeling the boy jolt slightly in surprise but ultimately relax once he knew it was Hank.

Connor stood, and Colton quickly pulled his pant legs back down, bringing his knees to his chest as the android leaned back against the couch. Crossing his arms over his chest, Connor’s expression showed that he was deep in thought. “How does a healthy human end up with three android limbs and a prototype eye on their body, especially one so young?”

The question was rhetorical, really. Connor hadn’t meant for Colton to answer, but the boy’s soft voice was loud enough for both of them to hear. “My father put them there.”

Both Hank and Connor’s heads snapped up, and they looked straight at Colton, then at each other. Connor’s LED flashed red for a split second before returning to yellow, and his eyes were wide as he spoke. “Hank-- at the precinct I was trying to tell you that I’d found something. Not on Colton, but on someone sharing his last name.”

Hank and Colton were both watching Connor now, and the android moved to stand in front of Colton again, his voice unfaltering. “Is your father’s name Oliver, by any chance?” The way the boy’s muscles tensed was enough of an answer for the partners, who looked at each other grimly as Connor continued his train of thought.

“Oliver Robinson’s name is one that isn’t heard much anymore. Elijah Kamski hired a few people to help design his first androids, but Oliver’s designs are the ones that Kamski followed the closest. I knew his name from when Amanda was giving me files on CyberLife to consult with, but it didn’t occur to me until I saw it again when I was searching at the precinct.” He pursed his lips, brows furrowed in thought. “That means... Oliver might have been testing his creations before he could get them approved.”

The small nod from Colton was all the confirmation the Lieutenant and the android detective needed. What they didn’t expect were the words that followed.

“I watched him build the parts. Wh-when I was younger, he’d let me play with the spare or unneeded components.” He swallowed, and when Hank squeezed his shoulder, he leaned into the touch. “H-he was a good dad, until my mom... died.” Clearly there was something beyond that statement, but neither Hank nor Connor were willing to prod further. “After that, h-he... knocked me out. I woke up... like this... covered in blood, and everything h-hurt... and I ran.”

Colton felt his vision blurring, and his breath hitched. “I-it was four years ago, a-and I still s-see him when I fall asleep. I...” Tears interrupted his words, and he buried his face in his hands, his breaths hitching and threatening to morph into sobs. Hank and Connor shared a look-- though Hank’s eyes showed more pain than Connor’s, they understood each other perfectly.

Connor knelt in front of Colton, under the pretense of pulling him into an embrace-- and while Colton froze at first, he wrapped his arms around Connor’s neck near-automatically, making it easier for the android to place his hands under Colton’s legs and lift him. Looking back at Hank, Connor was surprised to see that the Lieutenant was gesturing for Connor to follow him to his bedroom, and even more surprised when he motioned for Connor to lay Colton on his bed. Certainly, in Connor’s mind he thought that maybe Hank was thinking about his son, and what he’d do if this were Cole-- but he dared not say anything, instead just laying Colton on the bed and gently patting his arm as he moved away.

Hank’s fatherly instincts had kicked in. Of course, he wasn’t this way with every kid that he came across-- he’d seen more kids at homicide scenes than he’d wanted, but this was... different somehow. He couldn’t really figure out how, if he was honest with himself. But he didn’t focus on it, instead just pulling the covers over Colton and sitting down next to him, gently wiping tears from his face, then running a hand through his hair.

“You don’t gotta say anything else, Colton. You just try’n sleep, alright? Connor and I ain’t goin’ anywhere, just in the next room. I’ll even let Sumo in to keep you company, if you want.” A small nod, and before Hank could turn around, Connor had already called the St. Bernard, who trotted into the room and leapt onto the bed, laying down next to Colton. The boy smiled shakily, immediately wrapping his arms around the dog’s neck in a hug, and Sumo did nothing but snort, his tail smacking against the bed.

“Sleep well, kid. I’ll be back later.” Hank didn’t turn out the lights as he and Connor left the room, keeping the door open a tad in case Sumo wanted to leave later. He grabbed Connor by the arm and pulled him to the door, whispering to the android. “Do me a favor-- look for more information on that fucker, his dad. Prick doesn’t deserve to be called that, really. I wanna know--”

“Apologies, Lieutenant... but I was already doing so while you were tucking Colton in. It appears that about a year ago, Oliver Robinson was found dead in his home. Suicide. He left a letter, but it was covered in too much blood to be readable.” Hank’s tension faded, and while Connor would have been worried to see relief on the man’s face were it any other human being that had been found dead, even he knew this was an exception.

“Hope he’s rottin’ in Hell, where he belongs.”

--

Colton had been sleeping on the couch again, despite Hank telling him he could sleep with him-- Hank had found that the kid could be stubborn, about as bad as Connor, except Hank didn’t have to live with the android. Unsurprisingly, Sumo stayed in the living room with Colton, not that Hank really minded.

But tonight was different.

The Lieutenant nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt someone crawling into bed with him, and he quickly jumped into his more alert state of mind, turning on the bedside lamp... to find Colton, looking an equal amount of sheepish and scared as he was halfway under the covers.

“Jesus, kid... you scared the hell outta me.” His tone wasn’t angry, or even frustrated-- just tired. He’d found that it was hard to get mad at Colton, he was just too nice to be frustrating. “Is everything okay?”

Colton swallowed, looking down at the sheets and anxiously rubbing them between his fingers. Hank knew right away from how red his eyes were that it was a nightmare-- probably a pretty bad one, too. “Got it... c’mon over, kid.” At least now, Colton had begun to trust Hank more-- and it showed when he pressed himself against Hank’s side, resting his head on the man’s shoulder.

Hank chuckled at just how quickly Colton had moved over, ruffling his hair-- but as he lowered his arm, feeling for where the blanket was, his thumb brushed Colton’s side and the kid squeaked, jolting. Hank’s brows raised, he knew Colton hadn’t been injured-- mostly because he stayed around the house, and with Hank around his harassers had been few and far between. So...

“You alright, kid?” The fact that Colton was covering his side and nodding his head very quickly sold it for Hank-- clearly, Colton wasn’t hurt. “You sure? You made some godawful noise, I wanna be sure nothin’s wrong.”

Before Colton could protest, he’d been pulled into Hank’s lap as the Lieutenant sat up-- and Hank wasn’t even trying to hide the grin on his face. Colton squirmed slightly, already starting to giggle despite himself-- he might not have had many good memories of his father, but this was one of them.

“I’m not even touchin’ you, and you’re already laughin’? You must be real ticklish, then.” The word itself made Colton blush bright red, and he ducked his head against Hank’s shoulder, making the man snort. He jumped as he felt fingers digging into his side from where Hank had pulled him over, and immediately, hysterical giggles poured from his lips. He twisted in Hank’s hold, but only succeeded in making the fingers migrate to the side of his tummy-- and that was when he shrieked, genuine laughter escaping him.

“Shit, kid, you’re a sensitive one, ain’t you?” Hank chuckled and moved his other hand to tickle Colton’s tummy as well, aiming for the middle rather than just the side-- and the dam broke completely, Colton tossing his head back against Hank’s shoulder as his laughter became louder. “Seems like I found a bad spot here, huh?”

Colton was laughing too hard to be able to say anything-- that was how it had always been. In the back of his mind he remembered one day when he was younger, when it was just him and his father in the house, before his mother died. How his father chased him up the stairs and tickled him until he was near tears, and held him until he fell asleep afterward.

Of course, Hank wasn’t his father, but when the older man’s finger wormed into his navel, Colton certainly felt that they must have known each other somehow, what with how they both targeted his worst spots as soon as they found them. His body jolted and he tried to squirm away from the tormenting fingers, but found himself unable to-- he was tired, and despite him grabbing onto Hank’s wrists to pull his hands away, it was no use.

His laughter quickly became silent, his eyes squeezed shut as tears of mirth formed in them-- but before they could fall, the tickling stopped, and his whole body slumped, his head laying back against Hank’s shoulder as he wheezed softly.

“You alright, son?” If Colton had been more aware, and less out of breath, he would have frozen where he was. Hank had never called him anything but “kid” or his name... and it was strange to hear that word come from someone else, someone other than his father. He sluggishly nodded his head, glad that at the very least, his slight blush would be confused for being out of breath. As soon as he was able to breathe normally again, though, he knew he couldn’t just leave the man’s question verbally unanswered. After wrestling with himself for a few moments, he cleared his throat, finally speaking.

“I’m alright... dad.” It was Hank’s turn to freeze, and Colton felt as though he’d done something wrong. He closed his eyes tightly again, waiting for Hank to kick him out, or yell at him, or just get pissed at him... but it didn’t happen. Instead, Hank smiled, mussing up Colton’s hair and chuckling when he yelped.

“Alright, enough excitement... I gotta get up early, or Connor’ll come an’ break another window to get in if I don’t show up on time.” Colton giggled, starting to move away as Hank reached to turn off the lamp. He was surprised when Hank looped an arm around his waist and pulled him back over, squeaking again like he did earlier.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’, kid? I told you t’sleep over here, you don’t gotta be shy.” Colton didn’t respond at first, but slowly he leaned to rest his head against Hank’s chest, the sound of the man’s heartbeat helping him as he closed his eyes. When Hank began to card his fingers through Colton’s hair, that was it-- he was out like a light.

Hank wouldn’t notice it in the dark, but for the first time in a long time, Colton was actually smiling in his sleep.

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Giggles - Jake Kiszka

A/N: So, I saw a TikTok last night, talking about blowing raspberries on Jake’s lil tummy and i- I couldn’t stop the different scenarios that flooded my mind. I’m sincerely sorry in advance for this, but I had to! This is super short and just something to take a break from writing ‘A Beautiful Riff, part 3’.

WARNINGS: Starts off a little steamy, but nothing too crazy. TOOTH. ACHING, FLUFF.

••••

It was one of your regularly scheduled lazy days, for you and Jake. You’d both done nothing more than lay in bed, tangled in one another’s limbs, watching whatever old movies you could think of.

After many rounds of sex and a couple movies, you were on your third of the day, Jake having picked an older Tom Hanks movie: ‘That Thing You Do’.

It was so fitting; being about a small band that forms out of this small town in Pennsylvania and blowing up, only to become one-hit-wonders.

Every so often you would slide your hand up from it’s place on Jake’s chest, up to cup his his jaw and tilt his head just enough to interlock your lips with his.

“We haven’t focused on a single movie.” Jake chuckled, when you pulled away from yet another little kiss that was starting to get steamy.

You shrugged against him, head resting back down against his chest. “How am I supposed to focus on anything with you beside me?”

Jake just chuckled again, a pink tint gracing his cheeks so beautifully. It was practically unbearable to look at Jake for too long. His beauty was striking and could steal the breath of anyone who laid eyes on him. Yet, as much as you wish you could spare your heart from bursting, He was just too addicting not to look at. You couldn’t keep your eyes away for long, even if you tried.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer..” Jake mumbled, eyes never leaving the TV.

You giggled to yourself, completely unashamed of being caught.

You swung your leg over his hips, using a bit of the leverage you now had to pull yourself over top of him.

“I think I’ll just get a better view.” you winked down at him, causing Jake to roll his eyes playfully.

“Please,” he scoffed. “The best view is me on top of YOU.” he disagreed, true confidence laced in his tone.

You couldn’t argue with him though, there was nothing like having Jake hovering above you… Face twisted in pleasure, or lips turned up in his usual, mischievous smirk.

“You like having me on top of you though, don’t lie.” you spoke, absentmindedly letting your fingers trail all over his chest.

“I definitely d-“ he stopped mid sentence, breath hitching lightly. You looked at him confused, but he continued. “-definitely do love having you above me. My gorgeous woman.”

It seemed like he was struggling to get his words out. Your face twisted in confusion once again, until your felt his skin twitch beneath your fingers, when they had dipped down to his ribs. His breath caught again, but he shakily released it, when you moved your fingers back up to his chest.

‘No way…’ you thought to yourself. There’s no way Jake was that ticklish? Obviously he knew you were in certain places, but he never struck you as the type to be ticklish, so you never tried.

You decided instead of just going for it, you wanted to mess with him a little.

“Jakey?”

“Hmm?” He turned his attention back to you, as he had been peering around you at the TV.

“Are you ticklish?” you questioned casually, like you’d just asked him about dinner.

His eyes blew wide and even if he would choose to lie, you already knew the answer.

“Of course not.” Jake cleared his throat, looking around you and back at the TV again.

“Are you gonna tell me the truth, or make me find out myself?” You slid your hands down past his ribs and rested them against his sides. Jake tensed beneath your hands immediately.

Jake’s eyes returned to you, eyeing your hands that lay completely still against his bare sides. Heart pounding in his chest.

“Why does it matter? You’re gonna test it out regardless.” he shrugged, trying to stay cool. He was absolutely right, but you wanted to continue playing it up.

“I wasn’t!” You lied. “I was gonna just go back to kissing you, if you admitted it.”

“I say you just go back to kissing me now and maybe I’ll tell you after…” he negotiated, smirking and upping his seductiveness.

“Who am I to deny my Jake?” You smirked back, leaning down closer to him.

He fully relaxed under you, thinking that you had forfeited your previous antics.

You connected your lips with Jake’s, moving rhythmically together in a slow, sweet kiss.

You broke away to catch your breath, but immediately went right back for another kiss.

Jake deepened it, and you saw this as the perfect time to attack.

With your hands still on his soft sides, you gave both sides a little squeeze. It was just enough to gain a reaction. A noise, almost like a quick giggle, was released into your mouth from Jake.

You repeated the action, digging your fingers in a little deeper this time.

Jake full on giggled into your mouth, breaking away in protest.

“Y/N,” he warned, grabbing your wrists.

“Mm, little Jakey IS ticklish.” you teased. swatting his hands away and going back for the smoothness of his tummy.

You started drawing random, light patterns into the skin just below his bellybutton, making him squirm.

“Quit that!” He tried to sound stern, but the sweet, light laughter bubbling out of him was not doing him any favors.

“You’re so cute, Jake.” you smiled up at him, leaning down to kiss over his chest, as you continued the relentless teasing along his lower belly.

With each pattern of your fingertips, Jake seemed to become more and more sensitive. His laughter quickly becoming more bright, bubbly and constant.

You smiled against his chest, feeling the vibrations of it against your lips.

“My favorite sound in the whole world.”

There was nothing you loved more than Jake’s laugh. It was music to your ears, that topped any other song you’d ever heard.

“Y/N, pl- Quiiit!” He reached for your hands frantically, being strong enough to pull them away from his body once he finally got ahold of them.

Continuing your kisses, you sparked a new idea. But deciding to give him a little break, you stayed near his chest, leaving a few hickeys scattered around.

“Fuck- that’s good,” Jake sighed, head falling back against the pillows.

“Keep going.” he begged, squeezing your hands that were still enveloped in his.

As much as you wanted to keep going down this path, you missed Jake’s little giggles and decided to return to your idea.

Making it seem as if you were going to listen to him, you worked your way down his sternum. Once you reached his tummy, you inhaled through your nose, unable to fight the smile that formed over your lips.

Without any warning (for obvious reasons), you blew the air you’d taken in, right into the skin just below Jake’s ribs. His reaction was even better than you’d thought it would be.

“Y/N! Y/N- FUCK! Ohmygod, ohh my g-“ he fell silent in laughter, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape, even after you had stopped.

You inhaled again, placing your lips directly over his bellybutton.

Once he calmed down a little, he opened his mouth surely to scold you to no end, but you cut him off. You blew a second raspberry into the new spot, earning pretty much the exact same reaction.

Except this time, no words or noises made it out of him, he just fell straight back into silent laughter.

Once you ran out of air, you stopped, collapsing into him in a fit of giggles yourself at his cuteness.

He released your hands, grabbing at your shoulders and pushing you up to put an end to your assault.

“Y-you’re e-evil..” he choked out breathlessly, still giggling randomly here and there as if there were aftershocks.

“Aww, can’t handle some little tickles?” You taunted, hovering your hands over him.

“Y/N, I swear-“ Jake grabbed your wrists, pinning them against your sides. “I’d cut it out, if I were you.”

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t, Jacob?”

Between the challenge and use of his whole name, he cocked a brow at you.

He mustered up what strength all the laughing he had done hadn’t drained, flipping the two of you over completely.

You gulped, knowing Jake could easily pin you down now and have his way.

“I could start with giving you a taste of your own medicine.” he grinned evilly, gathering your wrists in one hand over your head.

“Jake, please! I won’t do it again.” You promised, begging him further with your eyes and a tug of your arms.

Jake was well aware and acquainted with all of your weak spots, as he would use them to his advantage, more often than not.

He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses into your neck. Just by those feather light kisses, you were already reduced to a giggling mess in anticipation.

“Too late for all that, pretty girl.” He whispered into your ear lowly.

“Maybe I wanna hear your adorable little laugh, just like you wanted to hear mine.”

“Jake,” You whined, trying to squirm out of his grip. “I’m begging!”

“Paybacks a bitch, Angel.”

[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.