I love art, writing fics, kandi making, chatting, and tickles, of course!
I'm honestly unsure of my sexuality-
Trans man (PRONOUNS ARE HE/THEY)
I'm an age regressor! (2-7!)
SYSTEM!! (You will be informed in the unlikely event that somebody else posts!)
silly switch leaning LER>:3
DNI: THE OBVIOUS STUFF. ALSO ANYONE OVER 23 OR UNDER 14.
FIC REQUESTS: OPEN IF I KNOW THE FANDOM
RULES:
BE KIND TO EVERYONE. ANY DISCRIMINATION WILL BE AN AUTO BLOCK.NO NSFW HERE. PLAYFUL FLIRTING IS FINE AS LONG AS YOU'RE 15-17!!NO DEMANDING OR SPAMMING ME.
It was a rainy day, being kind of bummed after the long, draining mission. Soap was severely disappointed that they missed Makarov. Ghost was also annoyed, but didnât show it.Â
Soap decided to talk Ghost into a sparring match, since they both needed to work off adrenaline. As they were sparring, Soap grabbed Ghostâs sides, ready to throw him, but Ghost had a weird reaction; he tensed up and let out an odd, almost strangled gasp.Â
It's almost like he sucked the air out of the room. This made Soap pause. âWhat was that?â he questioned with curiosity dripping from his voice. Ghost replied with an instant âN-Nothing!â his voice was slightly higher and more embarrassed sounding, which was interesting for Ghost to sound like that.Â
He was always good at masking his true feelings. Why was this different? Soap reached out, squeezing Ghostâs side, making Ghost nearly jump out of his skin. Soap slowly started putting the pieces together. âAre you ticklish?â Soap inquired curiously. This was a secret Ghost had hidden for years. âNo! Donât be ridiculous!â He rushed out the sentence so fast that his British accent slurred slightly.
 Soap grew this devilish grin as he roughly tackled Ghost to the ground. That made Ghost land with a loud grunt and a thump on the training mat. Soapâs immediately squeezing his large hands under Ghostâs gear. âReady, LT?â Soap didnât ACTUALLY care if he was ready, so he began squishing, pinching, and scratching just below Ghostâs ribs.
 At the start, Ghost held firm, trying not to break, but he snapped into a gruff bark of laughter once Soap was nearing his hips, he teased, âOOOO! Just WAIT until I tell the others about this!â Which is when Ghost began to genuinely panic, and he pleaded through his cackling âPLEHEHEHEHEEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHO THEYâLL KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEEEEEEEEEE!âÂ
Soap chuckled at the sight of his terrifying Lieutenant wheezing and BEGGING under him; it inflated his ego way too much. âFine! But you bet your ass Iâm taking advantage of this! Tickle tickle!~â Soap spoke through a thick Scottish accent and a mischievous smirk as he squeezed his sides, making Ghost slam his fists into the ground.
Ghost begged through tears of laughter for mercy after a couple of minutes, which is when Soap finally yielded. After Ghost caught his breath, he began to slowly realize that he found the tickling weirdly comforting. It reminds him of when he was just a little kid.
Legend has it, he occasionally goes to Soap and quietly requests more, to which Soap always provides. Soap was honored to be able to have this much trust from Ghost.
I keep having this same day dream, only about holding someone in a cuddly bear hug, my arms AND legs wrapped around them (so if they try and run I'll just come with lol)
Then I'll just lightly skitter those cheap tickly press ons along their ribs and listen to them giggle and squeak (:3 YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.)
Then I'll just scratch under their shoulders and watch them writhe around in my cozy embrace!
