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kittenwhiskers · 5 days ago

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Another prompt! This time it's for my favorite OTP as of right now: Soap and Ghost! I made it fluffy this time ^^

ler!Ghost, lee!Soap

"Stop kissing me there, it tickles!"

Even within the barracks, a place of damnation for many, one may still find the tenderness of love all around, one just needs to know where to look. Whereas many would only see the misery of forlorn soldiers, awaiting another day to succumb to orders of another, never carrying out their own will, within some rooms, one could find a certain domesticity only seen within those with nothing to lose. Such was the case between Ghost and Soap within the former's room.

A gentle and pleasant veil of darkness had enveloped England by then, but by no means would everyone give into the innate desire to curl up and sleep throughout the night. Simon was changing into a more comfortable shirt. Still black, a color he had been favoring ever since he had taken up his shtick of being an unapproachable lieutenant. He took a strand of his hair betwenn his index finger and thumb, eyeing it with misdemeanor. "Hair's gotten long again. Fucking hell." He unbuttoned his trousers next, opting for a pair more fitting to being worn in his own spare time, in his own room. Johnny watched his boyfriend closely, admiring his defined muscles. The way they flexed upon being strained a little bit was nothing short of fascinating to watch. Although not a soft spot, he would have loved nothing more than to place his head in Simon's lap.

Johnny snickered. "It's fluffy, though. Pretty sure I could pat it and it'd be silky smooth." Propping himself up with his arms on Simon's bed, he grinned as the lieutenant turned to face him, a scowl on his face. Even with the short distance between them, Johnny could tell Simon was trying his hardest to seem serious. Professional. The corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly did not go unnoticed, however. Johnny sighed, pulling Simon's pillow closer to him. It smelled of his boyfriend. Cigarette smoke and some men's deodorant. Despite everything, it was pleasant. Sinking further into that smell, he closed his eyes, imagining it was his boyfriend he was holding. Simon huffed.

His voice had gotten a little softer as he saw Johnny relaxing on his bed, his chest swelling with pride. "To say it in a language you understand as well: Haud yer wheesht. You know it'll just be shorn off in no time again." Pacing towards his bed, he took in the sight of Johnny's back rising and falling. Simon sat down next to him, putting his hands on Johnny's hips and leaning over the Scot. Johnny opened his eyes, looking at Simon, tears welling up in his eyes. Simon gently pats Johnny's hair, humming. With a breathy voice, he whispered: "It's alright, Johnny. I love you too. I'm glad we get to spend these moments together."

Seconds passed as Johnny leaned into Simon's touch. "I love ye too, ye old bastard." He hooked one of his arms around Simon's neck, pulling him on top of him as he moved to lie on his back. With Simon's face snugly nestled against his neck, he ran his fingers through the blond's hair. It was so light, he could hardly believe it. Simon always wore his mask, barely any sunlight touched that hair, and yet it was this beautiful. Soft. Smooth. Simon. Johnny kissed his head caerfully. One wrong move and Simon could shatter in front of him, leaving him with nothing yet again. None of this could be further from the truth, he was well aware of that, but sometimes you had to gently love your boyfriend.

Simon sighed, gently massaging Johnny's hip with one hand, his face nuzzling into his sergeant's neck. He had done this a thousand times over, yet every time he was astounded by how warm his boyfriend was anew. That terrible cologne would make anyone else cringe, but to Simon, it was a reminder that he was not alone. Johnny's warmth seeped through his body, reaching his very core. Oh, how he wished to consume him, become one with him forevermore. But alas, such wishes could never become a reality, and thus he opted for lying on top of his love instead. Simon ran his hand up and down Johnny's side. Eventually, he kissed the only patch of skin he could reach: Johnny's neck. Over and over again, small pecks, gentle, reverent, as though his lover was but a mere memory slipping through his mind. Johnny giggled.

"Stop kissing me there, it tickles," he cried out through giggles. Simon, more so than anything else, saw this as an invitation.

He spidered his fingers up and down Johnny's side, continuing to kiss him on his neck.

"Oi, ye bastard! Watch it before I get you too!" His hands shot up to Simon's ribs, prodding and squeezing. Simon froze, lips curling up into a smile. If Johnny had desired a war, then Simon was more than willing to give it to him, had he been more awake.

"Alright, alright, you win. Now get your hands off me."

Johnny ran his fingers through Simon's hair yet again, kissing the top of his head. "I always win, LT. There's never been a battle I have not won. Like, I won your heart, didn't I?" Simon could hear the grin in his voice. The pride before the fall. But that reminder of reality would come soon enough, as it was, Simon wanted to spend his time relaxing with Johnny instead. He sighed, snuggling more closely into Johnny.

The night, although young, was the prime time of soldiers. The ones looking to unwind, the ones looking to share a platonic bond with their fellow brethren, and the ones enjoying the quiet with their lovers.

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kittenwhiskers · 9 days ago

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Simon Ghost Riley

As a lee and a ler. Sorry for there not being too much on him being a lee

Ler:

To an outsider it might seem that Ghost would not care too much about something as trivial as you being a bit ticklish. However, for as serious as he seems on the outside, even the lieutenant, at times, likes a good chuckle. For the most part he won’t think about it too hard, but it’ll always be on the back of his mind. The way you squeal, the way you whine, the way you gasp whenever he pinches you. It would start out as a small motivator to get you to work, but it does work for his amusement as well.

While on the one hand he wants you to keep still to ensure no one else finds out, have you bite back any and all reaction, there’s also a part of him that wants to see you react. It doesn’t happen often, but when he thinks he can sneak in a poke or a squeeze without getting caught he’ll entertain the idea at first before going through with it. If anyone finds out, that’s your problem. If the company you’re in and the conversation you’re having aren’t important, he’ll do it with other people around too. No one would ever suspect it was him, aside from Soap, who knows a bit better than that.

It would never escalate into something more, though. So, he’s not going to pin you down and have a go at it, the idea doesn’t even cross his mind. He’s strong, he could easily do it and you wouldn’t even be able to stop him, no matter how hard you tried, but he’s been through too much to make you potentially uncomfortable like that. You’d have to outright ask him because he won’t react to you teasing him into doing it either.

When you do ask him he’ll awkwardly oblige. If you’re very close and you tell him you like tickling, he’ll call you cute. It is to him. What, you like having someone gently run their fingers over you, making you giggle and squirm? Adorable. If he’s wearing his mask he’ll be smirking underneath it, but if he’s “only” wearing his balaclava or nothing to hide his face, he’ll suppress a smirk.

He’s tall, he’s muscular, and he’s well aware of those things, so given how gentle he is, it drives you up the wall. Ghost tests the waters first, gently scribbling and prodding at areas he knows are usually sensitive. Doesn’t leave the upper body, though. He’s fairly slow too, making sure he doesn’t hurt you. Although he knows that you’ll try to push him away eventually, he does worry if he went overboard, even if he barely just started. It’s up to you to reassure him that it’s alright, that he didn’t make you uncomfortable and that you want it still.

Most observant out of the entire Task Force 141, he could probably find out your worst spots in the dark while blindfolded. Once he’s done figuring out the wheres and hows, he’ll ask you again if you want him to keep going. Checks in on you very often in general, slowing down so you can respond. Give him the okay and he’ll be a bit rougher, but not by much.

If you keep asking him from time to time to tickle you, he’ll make a game out of it himself: As long as you keep still he’ll be gentle, squirm around a bit and he’ll be rougher. Once you start thrashing around he might either switch it up to whatever makes you react even more or stop altogether, making you whine in the process. Want him to start again? Ask him verbally, but the catch is that you have to say tickle out loud, he’s not gonna do anything otherwise. It’s lovely to him how something like that can fluster someone.

Not a big fan of the rougher kind of bondage. If anything, he’d much rather either hold your wrists himself or tie them together with a soft scarf. He trusts that you’ll tell him when it gets too much.

Lee:

Gaz might be a rather tough nut to crack, but at the very least there are signs that he is ticklish. It doesn’t matter in the slightest under which circumstances you catch Ghost, he won’t react. He is ticklish, very much so even, but aside from a raised eyebrow and a “What are you doing?” you won’t get much out of him, regardless of how close you are. You could keep going for an hour too, it won’t really change much. He actively restrains himself from showing any reactions, but he can when he wants to.

Yeah, your frustrations of trying to get him are fun to him, especially the more frustrated you look. What might seem like him offering up other spots to you is really just to see you get annoyed with him. It’s easier to hold back when you know what’s coming.

Once you’ve both had your fill of a game you won’t win unless he wants you to, he might actually loosen up a bit. Since you’re not actively trying to harm him, just trying to get a smile, a chuckle and maybe some laughter out of him, he might let you win from time to time. Not always, but sometimes. It depends on how long you’ve been trying and whether or not he also just wants to let loose. Don’t expect him to do it in company, though. Price knows about Ghost being ticklish, but he doesn’t mention it, Gaz usually has a healthy amount of respect for Ghost and Soap doesn’t need that sort of knowledge.

That guy does not move at all. You could absolutely wreck him and he still has enough willpower and self-restraint to not move an inch. When he’s had enough, though, he’ll grab your hands and tell you to stop. He respects your boundaries, you are expected to do the same for him.

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kittenwhiskers · 10 days ago

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KorTac Team-Up Tickles

You brought your Switch to the base, planning on spending some of your evenings in a comfortable solitude, accompanied only by Italian plumbers, alien puffballs and Hylian heroes. You were quite content, never having been too much of a chatterbox in the first place. You truly preferred the company of fictional characters over that of the tryhards at base. If you weren’t forced to spend time with the others, then you weren’t going to either. No meetings this evening, dinner has already been had, no training scheduled either. It was perfect to just blow off some steam for once. And thus, you pulled out your beloved gaming console, opening Stardew Valley. The life in Pelican Town seemed so utopian, sometimes you wished you could exchange your life as a mercenary for a farm somewhere in the countryside, surrounded by cute bachelors and bachelorettes to date.

Petting your dog, cat and turtle as you poured water into their bowls, you smiled. The cauliflowers were doing well, the animals seemed as content as always, and your spouse was still sleeping in bed. You bought some seeds and immediately planted them. This was the ideal life. Why kill people when you can water crops? Why destroy towns when you can talk to your neighbors? Why bring death and despair to others when you can complete tasks for friendship points and rewards? Even in the mines, you were lucky enough to have found a prismatic shard. Life was good. Completing another bundle, you were in no hurry to do so even though you were in your second year already, you watched the Junimos dance on the screen, reminding you of the plushie you had yet to retrieve. All was peaceful, all was quiet as you ignored the shouting outside of your room. Real life has never interested you much anyway.

And yet, that peace was short lived as your door swung open, before immediately closing again. It could have only been one of two people.

“Have you seen König?”

“Not since dinner.” A short reply, you were busy. If Horangi wanted to be with König so bad, then he could always go look for him somewhere else.

“I’m going to wait here. I know he’ll come by.”

You didn’t take your eyes off your Switch even once, too engrossed in beating some ghosts and skeletons with your sword. “Can you two turtle doves secretly meet somewhere else? I’m in the middle of something right now.”

Horangi huffed in response, amused by your sass. “You’re part of this, whether you like it or not. What are you playing this time? Finally a shooter?” He sat down on your bed, leaning back against the wall as he watched you play. “Seriously? You’re such a boring person. Poker in Mario was much better than that.”

“Ah, the gamer-gambler has spoken. I am happy, though. Can you say the same? Can you say the same when your behemoth boyfriend is chasing you again? Picking you up and throwing you onto my bed? Putting his entire weight on you and crushing you like the pathetic bug you are? Furry boy, I’m only going to say this once: Don’t you ever make fun of my virtual farm. We’re both living a life that expects us to be miserable. We’re both coping in different ways.”

Horangi took off his sunglasses, putting them on your nightstand and placing his head on your shoulder. He watched you intently as you played your little game. For as much displeasure as he voiced about you playing a children’s game, he thought it to be quite calming to watch. It was a nice change of pace from seeing the blood of his comrades. “Put your forked tongue behind your teeth, snake. He’s your boyfriend too. Plus no one suspects us being in your room every evening.”

“Mhm. One day, I’m going to rat you out to our superiors and then you’ll never see me again as I fuck off to a real farm after having been discharged for fraternization. You can visit me. I’m going to make you some sashimi with the fresh fish I’ve pulled ashore.” You put your head on top of Horangi’s. His hair was kind of damp and it smelled of some weird shampoo.

“And then you’re going to go to space and fight some pink fucker?”

“No, he’s my friend. I’m going to fight Satan with him.”

“My bad.” He pulled you closer to him, throwing one of his legs over yours for maximum comfort.

Again, the door opened and closed. Mining iron ore was much more important, though.

“Good evening you two.” The strong German accent was all too familiar, you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Well, it could have only been one of two people. Horangi was already here, so it could only have been the colonel.

“Evening, König.” You tilted your Switch aggressively as you were swarmed by Dust Sprites, trying to get away from the cute little critters. Now you really wanted to watch Spirited Away with those two goobers.

Horangi didn’t even flinch. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry, I was held up in one of our meeting rooms. I should be free for the rest of the evening, though.” Another weight plopped down on your other side, another pair of arms snaked around your chest as another head rested on your other shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Anyway, colonel, you should punish sergeant Kim, he was being mean to me and said that my farm was ugly. I think one million years of being put in a meat grinder should suffice.”

Horangi closed his eyes. “Y/N, I’m going to poison you with a real vegetable.”

König sighed. “I will consider it if you pay attention to us. You’ve been spending a lot of time with your Switch. You’ve been paying more attention to it than us.” He moved away from you for a bit and took off the shirt on his head, taking a deep breath.

“Aha, so my boyfriends are harlots for my attention now, I see how it is. But have you considered that my virtual boyfriends and girlfriends don’t threaten to kill me with a vegetable?”

“So the pixels are superior?” Horangi stroked your stomach with one of his thumbs. Although he could feel it quiver under his touch, he decided to weaponize this later. If you kept on being a dick towards him then he would have no choice but to betray you, however.

“Hong-jin, don’t enable Y/N.” König put his hand over Horangi’s, hoping to stop the way that was going to occur. Yet, he wasn’t going to put much effort into doing, doing less than the bare minimum. As much as he loved you, he would have loved to see where this was going. If he was being a harlot then he’d love to fuck with you just a little bit. He had a feeling that this was going to be fun, more than willing to join in on whatever was bound to happen.

“I can feed the pixels my cooking and they don’t complain.” You were well aware of what you were doing. Horangi and König were too. This was a game you liked to play from time to time when you wanted special attention. You’ve never once regretted it. Neither of them would take offense to you being a little brat like this, they were going to get that attitude out of you for some time anyway. For as much as you pretended to ignore them, it was them who had been neglecting you for some time now, always busy with work. Three could play that game, and thus you decided you’d be acting up yet again. Horangi was a ticking time bomb, the fallout only amplified by König. If you kept this up, you were going to get what you wanted.

“But would your little pixels really treat you better than us, who have had your back in literal wars?” Horangi was tapping away at your stomach as your breath hitched a little bit. So close. König watched, amused by your exchange. He didn’t necessarily need to add anything to it. Taking his hand off Horangi’s, he wrapped his arm around your chest yet again, holding onto your ribs. You were going to pay attention to them soon enough.

“My pixels actually talk to me. Can you say the same, little kitty?” You got a little nervous. Normally, Horangi would have blown by now, but he was holding himself back. You could see your punishment from a mile away. Never before has your exchange been this long. A few words at most, not a full blown conversation. You tried to pull your legs closer to your chest, but König’s hand quickly stopped you from your endeavor. You were in for it this time.

“So this is not enough for you? And you say we’re the attention whores here?” Horangi moved, sitting down on your legs. König was kind enough to take your Switch from your hands and put it on your nightstand. Leaning on his arm, he looked down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips. Horangi’s brows were slightly furrowed, but he seemed entertained regardless. You knew what was coming, swallowing a lump.

“Alright, Hong-jin, maybe you’re right! Maybe this is nice enough after all!”

König bit back some laughter as Horangi raised an eyebrow. You held onto the latter’s hands, intertwining your fingers in his.

“Aw, adorable. Is our little bunny scared? Scared of the ravenous tiger and the colonel?” König was having too much fun already. “Let me have a go first.”

“The stage is yours, colonel.” Horangi scoffed, taking pride in making you surrender despite not even having touched you yet.

König took his sweet time, eyeing you up and down as he considered his first move. He knew from the beginning what he was going to do, but the suspension should kill you on its own. And just like that, he pretended to start the highlight of this little game. Quickly, he moved his hands towards your ribs, but not doing much else, only holding onto them. You, however, squealed, thrashing around as you started laughing already.

“Y/N! Look at me! I’m not even doing anything. Are you really that ticklish? Poor little thing. What do you say, Hong-jin? Should we have mercy on our little bunny?”

“Fat chance.”

You stopped laughing as you locked eyes with König, feeling his hands on your ribs. It was enough to make you want to squirm away. “Well… You were going to tickle me…” You looked so meek and pathetic in your current predicament.

König leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Don’t worry, we’re going to tickle you plenty. Just get com-”

You screeched as Horangi started aggressively squeezing your hips, sides and ribs, trying to get away from him.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to get Y/N good. You’re so unfair.”

“Nothing stopping you from doing so now. Get the armpits, our little prey will stop trying to grab my hands if you do.”

And that König did, matching Horangi in aggressiveness and speed. Naturally, you clamped your arms down, trapping his hands. An unwise decision, but a reflex you couldn’t help. Although you may not have wanted this to stop, enjoying yourself as much as your boyfriends were, you were certain you couldn’t take this forever. In fact, you weren’t even thrashing around, lying almost completely still with the exception of sometimes moving from side to side. Or trying to, rather. Once you had gotten accustomed to the feeling, you were even able to move your shoulders up a little bit, inviting König to reach for another spot as well.

Horangi twisted himself to be able to have easier access to your knees, squeezing them rigorously. As bad as it was, you never kicked your legs. König took notice of you releasing his hands and opted for scratching away at your sides, not wanting to leave them neglected for too long.

“Did your meeting go well? Are you being deployed again soon?”

“Not yet. But don’t worry, I’ll be taking you both with me if I can. They just told me that I should be nicer to the newbies. Not my fault if they’re too incompetent to be here. One of them spilled coffee on our network equipment. How he even got into that room is beyond me.”

“Damn. Sounds like he’ll be in for a rough time. You’re gonna have a word with him? He’s gonna shit his pants, I can tell you that much.”

“Haha, I still remember when we met for the first time. You did seem kind of intimidated by me too.”

“I was considering whether or not I could take you in a fight.”

“What was the conclusion?”

“...Probably not.”

Lovely. Even as they were playing by your rules those two were more obsessed with work than you. Had you not been enjoying yourself you would have smacked them both. König turned to you.

“And about you… Have you learned your lesson yet? Are you satisfied? Don’t pretend to hate this. This has happened far too many times for you to even slightly dislike it.”

The tickling ceased on both ends for a few seconds, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Can you please keep going for a little bit longer? I’m having a good time. Neither of you need to be anywhere, right?”

König grazed your cheek with his knuckles. “No, we’re both done for the day. We can do this a little bit longer. Right?”

Horangi sighed, squeezing your hand a little bit. “Yeah, we can. You seem pretty tired already, though, so I’ll be a bit more gentle.”

“Thank you. That’s fine by me.”

Putting one of your arms over your eyes, you took one last deep breath before the tickling continued. As Horangi promised, it wasn’t nearly as rough this time, just enough to make you giggle. But the electric shocks running through your body were nothing short of pleasant. König joined in as well soon enough, running his fingers across your underarms. For as little time as they’d spend with you from time to time, they would always try to make it up to you, if just with little things like this. As annoying as they could be at times, they made for some pretty loving boyfriends after all.

This continued for a few more minutes, slowing down more and more until they stopped completely. Horangi got off of you, assuming his previous position. König did too, with both men wrapping their arms around you.

“Sorry for neglecting you like that. I hope you feel a little better now.”

“You could have just asked for our attention. König and I always try to make time for you.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to disturb you either, what you did seemed important. But thank you. I feel a lot better now.”

Horangi glanced over at your Switch. “You wanna continue playing?”

“I think I just wanna sleep for now. But if you want, you can play a little bit.”

König sat up and grabbed it from the nightstand. “I think I wanna give it a go. I can’t really do much wrong, right? Besides, the music is really nice.”

As exhausted as you were, you still had to have the energy to change your position. With König lying in the middle, you lying to his left and Horangi to his right, you and the sergeant cuddled up to the colonel, watching him play a little bit. Completely worn out, with the soundtrack doing nothing to keep you awake either, you just gave him some advice on how he should play the game. It was a quiet evening, but you didn’t mind that as much. At the very least you were being paid attention to again.

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kittenwhiskers · 10 days ago

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just accidentally stumbled across the holy grail of ghoap tickles at 5:19 am on a thursday i. guess

Ghost being a silly guy during movie time idk.

Feel free to give me specific ideas on what to draw so i can make more relaxed drawings that may be rendered or stay sketches cuz my brain still empty and i need to practice.

#explodes and dies #MY SHAYLAAAA

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kittenwhiskers · 10 days ago

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👁

second piece for the hear me out cake event for @tickly-trashcan this time we have obanai getting ganged up on by mitsuri and kabarumaru. just seemed like a cute idea and im happy with how it came out

#oh this is NICCEEEEEEE #tickle art #sfw tickles #friends art

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kittenwhiskers · 15 days ago

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From time to time you’d tease König. Nothing particularly mean, Horangi’s remarks were much more impactful than yours. Besides, König is a colonel, he had been through worse and can take some playful banter, often taunting both of you in return. It wasn’t until you had claimed that, due to his height, he must have some extra ribs that you genuinely got both König’s and Horangi’s attention. With everyone involved knowing that König was, indeed, ticklish, this made for a wonderful suggestion. Considering you made the claim, you got the honor of actually getting to count them as Horangi held König’s arms behind his back. Sitting down on his lap to make it just that extra bit harder to move, you got to work. König’s curses weren’t particularly creative, but they did hold a certain venom to them, they could corrode anyone’s skin. But the poison mellowed as soon as you made contact with his ribs, drilling in here and there and vibrating your fingers to get a feel for his ribcage. At first König was rigid, not moving an inch, but then he started kicking, trying to get you off of him. In all fairness, it almost worked. The lower you moved the stronger his reactions were. Once you were done you counted 17, to which Horangi naturally replied that that couldn’t be right, there had to be at least 28. Switching places with him, it was your turn to take König’s arms and hold them back. Horangi was a much more ruthless tickler than you, making sure to “get a feel of how much space his ribs take up” before “counting them thoroughly”. Yes, mistakes were made and he “lost count” a few times. Despite everything, he was diligent enough to try again. The conclusion was that König had no extra ribs that day, having only 24 it seemed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still grow some more over time. This phenomenon had to be studied and he’d need a check-up every once in a while that only you and Horangi could be trusted with. Cussing both of you out, König recovered very quickly, looming over you with the ferocity of an untamed beast. Despite having considered punting both of you into the ground for humiliating him like that, he doesn’t go through with it. Another one who’s very confident in his abilities, he chases that instant gratification this time and goes for both of you to get his revenge. Maybe not at once, maybe he can get you to betray the other in the meantime, but he’ll have both of you breathless and exhausted by the end of the day.

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kittenwhiskers · 17 days ago

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Evening rest

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kittenwhiskers · 21 days ago

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Gaz/Soap: In their case they probably simply felt like doing it, so they did. Since they had a tickle fight with each other beforehand they thought it would be a lovely idea to get you in on it as well. It all starts with them scouting the area for you. Once they found you, they’ll lure you somewhere you won’t be able to escape, preferably a soft surface like a couch or a bed so you won’t hurt yourself. Last step is for one to distract you while the other surprises you. Even if either of them gets elbowed, it’s absolutely worth it just to hear your laugh ring out. If they’re not both having the time of their lives simultaneously, then they take turns holding you down and tickling you. Anywhere they can reach is fair game. It’s not too hard to figure out which one is the dominant tickler either, both of them have their own style: Soap barely lingers on one spot for too long, he’s fairly rough and quick and never shuts up while he’s at it, always teasing you one way or another. It may seem almost frantic, but there’s actually quite a bit of calculation behind it. Gaz is more gentle, and lingers longer on the spots he deems to be your worst ones before showing a bit of mercy. He plays the long game and wants to tire you out more slowly so the fun lasts a bit longer. Not as teasy, but he does ask you plenty of questions he genuinely expects you to answer in your state. Both of them have a good time and if they aren’t out for your laughter by verbally teasing you, they’ll talk as if nothing at all is happening. Gaz and Soap are close enough with each other that they barely need to speak to each other out loud in order to know what the other is about to do. You’re just the cutest little thing to them, so naturally they’re gonna make sure you’re okay afterwards. Whoever you pushed away the least that time gets to hold you, the other one grabs you a glass of water to make sure your voice doesn’t falter completely. They’re gonna rib you a bit afterwards as you catch your breath, but if someone else gets too close to you when you’re that tired they’ll have to deal with two SAS soldiers ready to throw hands. Yes, they’re extremely protective of you in that state.

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kittenwhiskers · 22 days ago

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You’d really need to get on their nerves if you end up the victim of the both of them. Sure, it can be done, just rack up the bad points with innocent things that won’t harm anyone. Put Price’s cigars where he can’t find them immediately or place a little frog in his hat, draw a heart on Ghost’s mask with red sharpie or throw a few grapes at him. As long as they know it was you every time they’re gonna get fed up eventually. It doesn’t warrant any serious punishment, and if they know all you want is just to play around a bit they’ll be even more likely to just gang up on you. They’ll calmly confront you about it, even if there is a certain air of mischief surrounding them, and do just about anything to make you back up into a corner. The more helpless you feel, the more you realize you messed up, the better. Price will grab your wrists with one hand and hold them so you won’t escape. Ghost starts off slow if he knows he can take his sweet time with you, figuring out where he can elicit which reaction in what way. Every once in a while he’ll simply stop, though, giving you a small break before picking up where he left off. I advise you to not kick, he’ll simply grab your leg and keep going there. Eventually, Price grows just the tiniest bit impatient and joins in. The sooner he can get you to fall to the floor or wrestle you down, the better because you won’t be able to fight back. A bit rougher than Ghost, he wants to make you scream so you might learn your lesson. This time, if you’re a real squirmer or kicker, Ghost will hold you down so you won’t escape. If Price straddles your hips, Ghost will hold up your arms, those two work well together. Once you’re completely tuckered out they’ll stop, leaving you a giggling, breathless mess. However, they’re not monsters, if they think they went completely overboard by accident they’ll stay with you until you’ve recovered a bit, scolding you for being so annoying and how you really shouldn’t put frogs in Price’s hat.

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kittenwhiskers · 23 days ago

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A New Angle of Interest - A Pressure Story

In the time you had spent within the Hadal Blacksite, you had come to expect that not everything would go exactly as you may have planned. Though you had come to venture within this land of your own fruition, scouring the desolate and dangerous environments of this facility for data and treasure lost to time; you have come to see that there can be some…peace…that is found within its many treacherous trials. Such peace found mostly in the form…of a certain saboteur that you had come to be acquainted with…one that would strike his own deal to work in his own favor. To say that forming such an unlikely partnership with Sebastian Solace was a surprise would definitely be a great understatement; but what was a bigger surprise was the growing…friendship that you two would come to form. A friendship that would reach a new level as you would visit his hideaway to provide some data you found on your search; a simple trading run just as usual…or at least…you thought it would be. Little did you know that the saboteur would become curious of certain…aspects of other living beings, more so, how they interacted with each other. Such newfound interest would result in a rather…amusing discovery for Sebastian, one that you’d come to help him uncover…much to your own fluster~ WARNING - Story will contain

Mentions of Death/Harm

Never in your life had you expected to find yourself on the path you were on now…and never in your life did you believe you’d find yourself so enamored by the mysteries of the deep ocean. And yet…despite it all…the ocean called to you, a world filled with mystery and wonder that you just couldn’t help but find true fascination with, fascination that would lead you to discoveries that you believed shouldn’t have been seen by the naked eye. When you first found yourself coming across the mythicized Hadal Blacksite, all of your instincts had told you to turn around and get as far away from that place as possible. However; it would be your curiosity that would be what overtook your instinct as you ventured into the blacksite itself…unprepared for what laid in wait for all who’d trespass its haunted grounds. From the technological devices that kept you puzzled from their intricate workings, to the unexplained entities and horrors you’d find yourself needing to avoid; it was almost as if you had been sucked into another world from all that you had seen from this unexpected trip. But you would trek on; collecting lost data and treasures from the blacksite’s past, questions rumbling with every file you would come across as to what had happened in such an unusual place. At the time, you had planned on just making a single trip through the blacksite, scoping the place and never returning afterwards. Yet all that would change when you stumbled across a particular room in the facility…a room that you now found yourself in on your current venture into the blacksite, which served as the home of a very…interesting…individual that you would come meet by chance.

“I will never understand why you decide to lounge about here when you could be off doing something else,” A deep yet smooth voice would grumble for you to hear purposefully, “It's almost as baffling as it is annoying to me at this point.”

That voice would belong to a large humanoid-like being that had similarities to that of a sea snake…if it weren’t evident by his large size and his unique aquatic features. Such features include a bulb on his forehead similar to an anglerfish over his messy black hair, fins on his head and on his large tail, and sharp teeth like a shark. His torso and face would be the more humanoid part of him; if not for the two large arms on his right side and the small arm on his left side, each with hands holding four clawed fingers, being noticed at first glance. Along with that; three glowing blue eyes would be seen on the creature's face instead of two, with two of those eyes affixed vertically on the right side of his face. The being would wear a dark brown jacket with a white undershirt and cravat; belts and straps affixed across his tail while a backpack was affixed on his back.

Sebastian Solace; the individual that you had come to know as “The Saboteur” responsible for the Hadal Blacksite incident that made this cryptid domain what it is now…at least…from the conspiracy blogs you had scrolled over on the internet about the blacksite. Sebastian was one of the only friendly faces that you had found yourself meeting as you explored the facility…although friendly was probably a nicer way of saying that he…tolerated you. He didn’t find your presence unwelcoming…well…he was rather confused on how you had known about him beforehand; only chuckling after you told him about the rumors and conspiracies about the black sites shortcomings…probably out of self pride. You would come to strike up a fair deal with the Saboteur in the case of assisting him in recovering lost files and data that was found within the facility; offering an extensive amount of insider knowledge that you can share on the internet, and protection from the more…unwelcoming…faces in the facility. However, over time you had come to see that Sebastian became a bit more lenient on the data he needed; instead, he would be prone to ask more questions about the surface world, places and lifestyles beyond the blacksite, along with how people lived and acted on the surface world as well. It was in these conversations that, while he still seemed to be reserved and rather standoff-ish, that Sebastian looked to be a more inquisitive individual…who may have a softer side to him than meets the eye.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I haven’t done anything to piss you off,” You’d reply as you looked up from where you were sitting, setting down your phone for a minute as you looked to the grumpy creature, “Besides…this is one of the only safe places within the facility…and…I like your company.”

Sebastian would scoff a little as he’d look away from you, sorting through a group of files in his hand as he’d mumble under his breath, “I’ll never understand how people like you would always find content in the most dangerous of places…it's not like it's some sort of paradise down here.” “I know that,” you said as you got up from where you were sitting and moved over towards Sebastian, a soft smile on your face as you tried to reason with him, “But, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have its good sides…I mean…I met you right? And you…haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

The Saboteur would take a moment to look at you and see the smile you gave him, grumbling again before he’d set the files down on the nearby table; you couldn’t help but giggle at the stubbornness that Sebastian had…it was kinda cute.

“That's because you’re a decent partner to work with when gathering data like this for me…I wouldn’t be able to have gathered half of what you found for me today,” Sebastian would respond as he turned towards you with his arms crossed in a matter-of-fact tone, “And I rather have decent asset’s be alive rather than dead.”

As he talked, you could hear small hints of honesty within Sebastian’s words…despite the scoff that he’d give as he said it. You knew that he wasn’t the most outwardly trusting…but it was evident that he saw you as a true ally…and hopefully a friend. If it was any consolation; you were happy that you could help him in finding the lost data he wanted, it allowed you to talk to him more as you learned about the facility…and about him. If you were being honest, he probably liked talking about himself a little too much but…it was sweet seeing him boast about his knowledge of the black site.

However, that boasting would almost always lead to you seeing the more…curious side of Sebastian. He’d always find himself asking more questions about life outside of the black site…even hovering over your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone. It was pretty amusing how you had to explain what exactly a blog was…but you had to admit it was endearing to see him so fascinated with the surface. Though…the questions that would surface during this moment were ones you’d quickly realize you would have never been prepared for.

“I will admit, the way you surface dwellers interact with each other is rather…peculiar,” Sebastian would continue as he’d direct all his attention to you, “never in my life have I seen a species so responsive to physical touch as much as they are with their technology…why on earth is that?”

You took a moment to get your thoughts together after hearing what the saboteur had asked. It was apparent that Sebastian was curious about many aspects of other living beings; but you never took him as one to find interest in anything regarding physical interactions…much less with how kept to himself he was.

“Well…I guess it’s mainly because a lot of us find comfort in physical touch…it takes a lot of trust though,” You’d explain as you pondered you own thoughts on the question, “it can be a nice way to share any emotions or feelings that you have with other people…but you have to feel comfortable enough with the people you choose to share those types of interactions with.”

Sebastian would be silent for a few moments as he took in your words…perhaps thinking on them just as much as you were saying them. “It’s all so peculiar…every time I’ve seen any talk about such things, I never seem to get why it makes people so happy…especially one type of interaction…”

Now it was your turn to grow curious as you tilted your head towards Sebastian, wondering what he could have meant. “What type of interaction is it? If it's gotten you this myth’d I wouldn’t mind helping.”

Sebastian would grunt as he would take a moment to take off his backpack and set it next to him. “Well if you must know,” Sebastion started as he turned back to you, “I was scrolling through your phone while you were taking a short rest here and—“

“Wait, how did you figure out my password?” You’d interrupt for a moment, which would earn you a look from Sebastian, as if it weren’t obvious he could have figured it out…which would make you retract that question instantly.

“—As I was saying, I was scrolling through your phone and found myself coming across a…peculiar type of interaction that…piqued my interest,” Sebastian would continue before he’d direct a nod to you, “if you were serious about wanting to help me, would you be inclined to…assist in a sort of experiment?”

Your curiosity would grow as you heard what Sebastian requested, thinking over the possibilities of what his experiment even was. A smidge of worry would fester within you as fear of harm would be at the forefront of your thinking. But the saboteur hadn’t seemed to want to hurt you in the time you knew him…hell he probably would have done so already the moment you first crossed paths if he wanted to. Who knows, maybe this was a step towards building an actual friendship with him…what could be the harm in trying right?

“Alright…I can help” you nodded in agreement to Sebastian as you’d take that leap of faith with the saboteur, “what do you need me to do?”

You’d see the corners of Sebastian’s eyes alight with triumph as he heard your answer, directing you to come closer in order to proceed with his experiment. “First, I want you to stand directly in front of me,” The Saboteur instructed, “Face me as you do so.”

Now in hindsight, you should have taken more time to question what exactly Sabastian wanted to test, his instructions alone being rather strange ones to follow in normal circumstances. But you’d find yourself complying to what he wanted as you walked over to stand right in front of him, turning slightly so you were facing his direction just as instructed.

Sebastian would nod as you followed his instructions, his more inquisitive side starting to show itself in the process. “Good, you follow directions well, might make a decent lab assistant,” He grunted before tapping his chin, “Now then…I want you to raise your arms over your head, and under no circumstance are you to put them down until I say so.”

Okay, now your curiosity had started to transform into genuine confusion as to what The Saboteur was trying to do. Hesitantly, you would slowly raise your arms above your head, even going so far as to hold your wrist together as if you were going to stretch. “Um…Sebastian,” You attempted to ask as you finished raising your arms, tilting your head as you did so, “What exactly is this experi–”

“No interruptions,” Sebastian would interrupt as he began to lower his small arm towards you with a hum of curiosity in his tone, “Now…if I were to do this?...”

As he lowered the arm towards you, you’d see him extend the equivalent of his index finger in the process. In that moment, the finger would touch down on the middle of your left side, giving an experimental poke to the spot in the process. But a single poke was all it took for a plethora of nerves to spark within your body as you’d find yourself unable to brace for the unexpected sensation.

“P-Pffhehehemph!” You’d squeak out as you shuffled in place from the rather curious finger of the Saboteur, “S-Sebastiahan W-What are you dohoing?”

Sebastian would hum to himself as he heard the small titter that came from the poke he gave to your side, seemingly ignoring your question. “Interesting,” He muttered as he continued to direct that curious finger along your side with growing fascination, “A gentle touch that inflicts a specific form of stimuli that induces laughter, and it seems as though you carry such sensitivity to this stimuli.”

That finger would begin to trace along your side vertically as Sebastian continued to observe your reactions. The finger’s touch was rather soft and didn’t carry any forceful impact; rather it would glide up and down your side as a means to gauge where the best responses were. And while the gentle trace’s weren’t harmful in the slightest, it did allow another sensation to take its hold upon your nerves, a rather…flustering sensation.

“S-Sehehehebastian wahahahahait,” you giggled out as you’d feel your arms begin to shake from the gentle traces, “T-That tihihihihihickles hohoho-hold ohohohon.”

“So that is what it is called, hm?” Sebastian would note as he continued to trace the finger along your now shivering side, slowly moving it up towards your ribs, you could have sworn you saw a smirk start to form on his face as he did, “I heard the word before back when this facility was still active but never knew what it meant, but when I saw what it was while scrolling on your phone…I must admit it left me rather curious.”

The moment his finger began to trace along your ribs was the same moment you had to suppress a louder squeal from escaping your lips. His curious touches were so gentle yet so maddening as your nerves were starting to wake up from the continuous stimulation. Your arms threatened to shoot back down to your sides as you found yourself slowly lowering them out of instinct; all the while your giggle fit began to grow more and more potent as the finger continued to explore.

“T-Thahahahahts gyeheheheek greheheheheat,” You would attempt to reason as your giggling started to squeak a little, “I-Im suhuhuhuhuhuhure thihihihis meheheheans the ehehehehexperiment is dohohohohone?”

In response to your question, The Saboteur hummed as a means to think to himself, as if the idea to stop the experiment now was an option he was actually considering. But after a few seconds passed, you would see that his small smirk began to grow into a wider…and more devious smile. His towering height looming over you as his hand would slow its rather teasing attack for the moment…at least…that’s what you had believed.

“Mhmhm, on the contrary, I feel inclined to continue with this experiment, your reactions are rather…Alluring,” Sebastian would answer as his eyes seemed to glint with newfound deviousness, “And I believe I said that you could not bring your arms down during this experiment, perhaps I need to ensure that they’ll stay up as intended.”

You would find yourself beginning to grow flustered as you had started to ask what Sebastian meant by that. But you’d soon find your question answered the moment you saw one of his large arms lower towards you; and without warning, his hand would grab hold of both of your arms. A squeak would escape your lips as you felt his large hand raise your arms up yet again, even lifting you slightly off the ground as he did so, with a firm yet gentle grasp as to not hurt you in the process. You’d find yourself squirming in this newfound predicament as you looked back up to the impish entity, fluster beginning to show clearly on your face in realization of what was happening. “N-Now Sebastian…h-hold on,” You stuttered out in a last attempt to negotiate with The Saboteur, “You dohohon’t have to do this you know, th-theirs nohoho need to continue on when your question was an-GYEHEHEHEEEEK!”

Sebastian wouldn’t give you the chance to finish his sentence before his smaller hand begins to gently skitter along the entirety of your ribs. Four clawed digits creating an almost rhythmic typing pattern as they traveled up and down the ribs along your left side. The pressure of each poke was light enough to not inflict harm, but potent enough to shock through your nerves like lightning. All the while, the smile on the devilish Saboteur's face would remain unchanged as he heard you squeal out in newfound laughter. “I think I made my stance clear with this experiment, their will be no further negotiations about it,” Sebastian would tease as he leaned closer to your now laughing face, seeing the soft red hue that began to glow upon it, “Besides…that laughter is rather endearing~”

You would find yourself squirming like a fish out of water as that hand continued to dance along your sensitive ribs, a newfound sense of helplessness beginning to wash over you in the process. You would have never believed that out of everything that he could be curious about, Sebastian would choose tickling to be the one thing he wanted to experiment on. Even more so, that you’d be the victim to such a devilish experiment to the imposing entity. His fingers carried unbelievable dexterity that left you unable to predict where they would skitter and just how quickly they would do so, sending you into a fits of laughter that started to get longer and longer. Yet during this newfound tickle attack, you’d realize that Sebastian just called your laughter endearing…did he…did he like your laugh?

“GYEHEHAHAHAHAH S-SEHEHEHEBBY PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” You called out through your laughter as you would kick your legs in the arm as your ribs continued to be at The Saboteurs mercy, “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE, NOHOHOHOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIBS!”

“Hmmmm not there you say, does that mean there are other spots that also share this ticklishness of yours?” Sebastian would muse as he began to move his small hand up from your ribs with a inquisitive chuckle, “I believe this calls for some more exploration to be done…now let's see~”

The devilish entity would direct his smaller hand to move away from your ribs, allowing you to regain your breath for a moment, However, that moment would be short lived as that hand would dive towards your defenseless underarm that laid taut and exposed for exploration. Your eyes would widen as you felt those dexterous fingers begin to skitter upon the middle of your underarm, fingertips beginning to dance along the sensitive hollow that was hidden from plain sight.

“EEEEEYEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAH W-WAIT WAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT,” You squealed as you began to shake your head from the devious attack towards your underarm, “SEHEHEHEHEHEHEBBY NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAH THAHAHAHATS NOHOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!”

“Since when were experiments measured by fairness, and what’s with that nickname, its Sebastian not…Sebby,” The Saboteur would retort with a cheshire smile laced with harmless wickedness, “Perhaps I need to reprimand you for making such a mistake hm?~”

As if to punctuate that statement; Sebastian would begin to move his other large arm towards you while you were distracted by the skittering on your underarm. This large hand would find a home right along the center of your belly, almost covering a good amount of it just from his palm alone. When you realized that his third and final hand had positioned itself on your torso…it would already be too late.

“Do me a favor,” Sebastian would muse as his white eyes seemed to glean with delight, “Don’t hold back~”

With that, the large hand would begin to rapidly skitter along the center of your belly without mercy. Four clawed fingers seamlessly dance upon the sensitive skin that hid underneath your shirt, even sneaking small traces along the bare specks of skin that were uncovered from being held up. He’d move his hand around in slow circles as those fingers rapidly poked and prodded at their target without any trace of mercy…or any desire to stop. All the while, the small hand at your underarm would shift from quick skittering to rapid clawing up and down the entirety of your hollow, leaving you to feel ticklish spark’s all over your upper body.

Needless to say…you did just as Sebastian asked.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAH,” You howled as you bucked and squirmed in the air, trapped in this ticklish torment of an experiment from the towering entity, tears of mirth beginning to swell within your eyes, “THAHAHA-THAHAHATS TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

The sound of your laughter was like music to Sebastian’s ears, a song that he’d never thought he needed to hear…but pleasantly surprised by the discovery. And through your watery eyes, you could have sworn that his cheshire smile started to show signs of…softness…or rather playfulness. His ticklish methods may have felt merciless, but they carried a sort of dexterity that showed signs of understanding and caution…to make sure that you weren’t harmed. And as you laughed yourself silly at the hands of this imposing entity, your subconscious started to understand that in one way or another…he was slowly beginning to trust you as more than just an asset.

“My My, squirming so much yet having nowhere to go…it must be absolutely agonizing~” Sebastian would tease as his hands continued to skitter and claw along your defenseless upper body, “Such a lovely sound your laughter is…I could listen to it for hours~”

Unfortunately for Sebastian, his wish would have to be put on hold; for as long as the ticklish onslaught lasted, your limits were beginning to show. Your laughter began to strain a little as your squirming started to lessen from exhaustion.

“EYEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE SEHEHEBAHAHAHASTION M-MEHEHEHERCY,” You made a last minute plea as a means to get the break you needed, “MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCIHIHIHI.”

It took a few seconds for the entity to measure out the truth of the plea, but the visual signs of your exhaustion were a clear indication that it was a good time to stop. At once, both of Sebastian's hands would slow down their ticklish assaults until it reached a full stop, slowly moving both hands away from your tingling body. At the same time, the third hand would begin to lower you back onto the ground, allowing you some time to regain your senses.

“Alright, alright…that should be enough data collected,” Sebastian would muse as he crossed his arms in amusement, “I’d say that this experiment went rather well~”

The moment you felt the solid ground beneath you, you’d find yourself flopping onto the entity's giant tail. Which would earn a yelp of surprise from Sebastian and a glare as he looked down to you in earnest,

“H-HEY?! W-What gives-?!”

He’d find himself stopping in his tracks as he saw you begin to breathe slowly as a means to regain your energy, relaxing with the newfound comfort of the entity’s rather comfortable tail. While the torture of the experiment was unexpected to say the least, you found yourself rather enjoying the moment of trust you were able to build with Sebastian in this unorthodox way. And…if you were honest…the tickling itself had been rather fun to experience, and it left you with questions of your own…on ways to repay that kindness to The Saboteur.

“Y-Yohohohou ahahahare…the worst,” You mustered through residual giggles as you leaned against Sebastian's tail in order to relax, your breaths slowing into a softer calm, “B-Buhuhut…that was…fun.”

Sebastian couldn’t explain it, but the moment he heard that playful jab, he felt something that he rarely ever felt before. The feeling that came from the idea that such childish fun could bring about something more compassionate and sweet; how the simple idea of tickling could allow him to open up towards someone he was trying to grow trust with. A feeling that he’d never believed would come from something like this but so genuine that…maybe…just maybe…it would allow him to find new experiences with someone as unpredictable as you. For the first time in a very very long time. Sebastian felt…genuinely happy.

“Yeah…” Sebastian would mutter with a small smile as he allowed you to rest on his tail, going back over to sort through some more files, newfound thoughts of comfort spinning in his head, “I guess it was.”

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