Laswell Appreciation

“Finally I have you, Watcher-“ the main whispered, making panic rise, watching him unlock the safety on the gun, “finally I can—“

You moved out of panic.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t see the temptation of just letting him shoot Kate, step backwards into the bathroom and let him take care of it. You wouldn’t be involved in it, whoever this psycho was. 

Yet, you still moved.

This time you didn’t have a taser, you didn’t have any drugs, hell you barely had a plan. The plan you had was so vague that you were impressed it worked in the seconds it took you to complete it.

Romeo and Juliet was a classic. It had been reinterpreted and recreated over and over again, in so many different ways and in many different mediums, but you had always been fond of the written versions.

In a way you wished you could remember one of the more iconic lines from it, but despite reading it at least once a year, your mind had been poisoned by the years of coding and hacking, from the stress of the last couple of days.

You threw the hardcover book directly at the man who barely managed to say anything before it collided with his face, all the dramatic scenes inside it making him stumble, falling over your laptop abandoned on the floor - and for that moment and that moment only, you felt dangerous.

With a couple of fast steps and quick hands, you pulled the gun out of his hand, flinching as it got off - but you threw it away and picked up what you could always trust.

Your book.

Written words printed on paper couldn't be hacked or changed, not like when it was on the screen.

There was movement around you and you felt pain as the man beneath you struggled, screaming bloody murder as you sat on his chest and just repeatedly slammed your book into his face, feeling his nose crunch one of the times. You might as well have hit him with your fear of emotional attachment.

Light turned on, voices, gunshots, yelling, screaming. 

You were hurting someone, you realised in terror, not to kidnap or in self defence - but because he threatened a mob boss you had somehow found yourself close to.

Violence was never the answer yet you didn’t give a shit, as you slammed Romeo and Juliet onto his face once more, full force.

You were the one screaming you realised, in anger and panic at the same time, as a pair of strong hands pulled you off the intruder, the book ripped from your hand, blood smeared onto the pages. Bleeding into the already tragic words of the story.

“Hey hey hey - It’s alright, Fae,” Gaz’s hands were on your cheeks, the man you had found annoying mere hours before, were suddenly like a beacon in the dark, grounding you and ripping you from the odd nightmare of your mind, “it’s okay, we got him.”

Everything went blurry for a moment, then unblurry - and then you saw Ghost and Price pull out the man you had attacked, pissed themselves, but clearly not at you. They disappeared out of the room and you blinked, Gaz in front of your face again.

“Fae what happened?” He asked, still holding onto your cheeks, maybe to calm you, maybe to make you stop shaking. You weren’t sure, but you felt out of air, just like when you ran away. 

Fear rushing through you for what you had just done.

“Fae - c’mon, speak tae us, lassie,” Soap was there too, brows furrowed, “it’s over now.”

“He - he - I went to the bathroom - and he was there - with a gun - pointed at Ka-Kate oh god is Kate okay, is Kate—“ tears were welling up in your eyes without your permission, fear rushing through you once more at the thought of Kate being killed before you could do anything; it made you want to throw up and you might as well just kill your—

“Sssh, pretty girl,” it was the voice of an Angel, the voice of a goddess, wearing nightclothes and with messy hair, whose pretty fingers pushed away Gaz’ hands, taking their place, “did he say anything, Fae?”

“He - he said finally I have you watcher - and then he aimed the gun at you and I panicked and I threw the book and and—“ 

Kate shushed you gently, leaning forward to rest her forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered and the world stopped spinning while she caressed your cheek, “such a good girl for saving me, thank you.”

Nothing but a whimper was able to leave you, words dying on your tongue, tears welling up once again. You wondered if you looked pathetic, if you should be embarrassed that Soap and Gaz saw this, and heard Kate calling you a good girl.

But you were a good girl once more - even though you didn’t feel particularly good, as you looked down at your bloody hands. Stained, just like all the people around you.

The man turned out to be one Phillip Graves. Another gang leader if you weren’t wrong and you speculated that he was one of the senders of the email interactions. You didn’t want to watch the security footage of him entering the room, even when offered. Your hands still felt dirty, despite having washed them several times. Besides, that still left the mole to be found - but Kate was safe at least. Two guards had died, which you presumed to have been the bump sounds you had heard earlier.

They left you, told you to sleep. To close your eyes and forget everything that just happened.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, despite several people telling you that you were safe.

They all went to deal with Graves and get rid of the bodies of two of his men too, while you laid in Kate’s bed, watching the door.

Waiting for Graves to walk in again..

Constantly hearing the sound of the book connecting with his face. You had broken his nose, split his lip and potentially ruined one of his eyes, they told you. As if you should be proud. The thought made you gag.

Dangerous. You had been dangerous, like you had wanted to seem to Kate at first. But you had never wanted to actually be dangerous, had you? The mere thought of Alice knowing what had happened, made you want to cry.

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It was early morning when Kate reappeared, instantly noticing that you weren’t asleep. Her face softened.

She was dressed differently than earlier, fully in black, hair that had been loose during the night, now pulled back away from her face. You didn’t say anything, your gaze resting on her - she winked at you, barely visible in the dimly lit room, making you huff - then she undressed.

For just a mere moment, you dreamt yourself away into a reality where Kate Laswell weren’t a mobster, merely a business woman or something - that she was your actual partner, coming home from a long shift, to hold you so that the two of you could sleep all night.

Yet, she wasn’t. You watched her walk into the bathroom, only in her bra and panties, turning on the light and hearing her rinse her face - you dared to believe that she wasn’t cleaning off blood. She reappeared just a moment later, hair framing her face, body backlit by the bathroom light. 

The light disappeared before she stepped closer, walking to you in the bed. Her hand was a little cold from the water, but you didn’t mind, leaning into the touch.

“Have you slept at all, Fae?” She asked gently. You shook your head. She climbed the bed, pushing you onto your back and settling in your lap before you could do anything. Kate Laswell was dangerous - you knew,, yet as she straddled you, you wanted to do anything for her. You wanted so badly to be good for her.

One hand rested on the mattress next to your head and the other on your cheek, as she leant over your - your lips meeting, a soft sound leaving you. Was this just… a reward? For having saved her life? You didn’t know, but even if it was, you didn’t mind.

Kissing her was like being dominated. Soft lips and tongue, sharp teeth to remind you who was in control. It sent burning sensations all through you, a whine escaping as her tongue played with yours, your fingers itching to touch her.

“Please,” you managed, as she finally let you breathe, chasing her lips for a moment, finally daring to touch, almost ready to beg her to do something.

“You don’t have to beg, Fae,” she whispered, a dark tone to her voice, “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

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You were crying and squirming, twisting in the handcuffs that made it impossible for you to touch. Legs cramping a little, toes curling as she grabbed your plush thighs even harder, making escape from her warm, clever tongue out of the question.

She had made you come on her tongue and fingers two times already, trying to coach your oversensitive pussy to give you a third orgasm. Switching between fucking your hole with her tongue, sucking and licking your clit.

“Kate, Kateekatekate–” you were pretty sure your moans had stopped making sense after the first orgasm, but the older woman didn’t seem to mind; grinning into your cunt, as if she had found her new favourite thing to do.

Once again she pulled you to the edge of pleasure, teasing your body by offering it to reach the euphoria it earned for - and you were ready for it, so ready that it hurt. Your body tensed once more, a whimper leaving you and and and and –

Kate pulled back. 

A distressed sound left you as you were denied the high, eyes flying open as you moved your head to look down at her, almost coming at the mere sight of her.

Big, dangerous Kate Laswell, the unknown mob boss of the 141 gang, covered in spit and your slick, red in the face, her lips a little swollen - grinning, like a predator that had just been fed and offered extras, resting her head against your thigh.

The sound that escaped you was embarrassing, an almost pornographic, desperate moan at the sight, only making her laugh.

“So sweet, my little hacker,” she crooned darkly, “do you want more, darling?”

“Yesyesmore, please, Kate, miss, please,” the words almost stumbled out of your mouth without any pause, eyelids fluttering shortly as she kissed your thigh for a moment - then further up, towards your exposed, puffy and dripping cunt, the kissing turning into licking. Her tongue traced your stretch marks, a pleased hum leaving her as you continued your desperate words. 

A kiss to your pussy and then… nothing. Kate pulled back, almost making you ready to cry.

“Patience, Fae,” she cooed teasingly at you as you all but hiccuped with despair, “I have more for you.”

Said more, was a strap on with an almost 6 inches long dildo, that was currently bullying its way into you, making you twist and gasp as it stretched you. Despite already being loose from her fingers and mouth, it was different to be filled like this.

“Like this, hm?” she asked darkly, “dirty little thing, hm?”

You nodded, past feeling shameful if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

“Kate,” you gasped, a chuckle leaving her as she finally stilled, fully inside of you.

“I love when you moan my name,” she whispered darkly, grinding even deeper into you, making you wail. It had been a while since you had anything inside you, especially of this size, but Kate was clearly eating up every reaction raw, as if she could survive, only from this.

She fucked you stupid. It was rude words, but you were unable to describe it in any other way, unable to do anything but babble in pleasure, moaning and twisting in the handcuffs binding you to the bed.

Her fingers, all over you, digging into the fat of your thighs or stomach, her lips against yours or licking at your nipples.

Somehow, she made you come twice again. 

When she wanted you to sleep afterwards however, you refused. You might be out of energy, but you suddenly found your tongue, begging her to let you get her off, in any way she wanted. To do you the honour of using you.

She rode your face and you were sure you were in heaven between her strong thighs. Licking, sucking, whatever she demanded you to do. Kate’s fingers buried in your hair, gripping it and using you as if you were nothing but a toy to her.

If you could spend the rest of your life somewhere, it would be between the legs of this woman, worshipping her endlessly, offering Kate as many orgasms as she wanted, bringing her over the edge again and again. You would die happily with your face in her cunt, tasting her juices, letting her soak your face.

You could sleep afterwards, better than you had in a while.

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Confusion overwhelmed your mind for a moment. Your gaze shifted from hers, then to the open gate.

“What?” You were sure you hadn’t heard her correctly, sure that it was some sort of test, to see if you would behave. 

You could see some of the others in the background, but they were like blurry silhouettes too you, the only one who mattered right now was the older woman who looked cold. 

“I told you to leave.” She repeated calmly. She was in one of her suits, looking beautiful and ready for the day. She had gotten you dressed up too, in new clothes, even with shoes on your feet. Which made more sense now.

“Is… Is this a test?” You were unable to hold back the confusion in your tone of voice, brows furrowing as you looked at her. Her eyes somehow seemed more blue today. 

Annoyance flashed on her face. Anger.

“Go home, Fae.” She repeated, slower and darker, almost degradingly, “leave, go home, fuck off. Out.”

Your eyes flickered to the men behind her, but they made no movement, merely watching the two of you. You looked back at Kate, in her sharp suit, hair pulled up, arms crossed and with an emotionless smile. 

“Are you serious?”

There was no hint of glee in your voice. Leave. Fuck off. Out. Did you do something to upset her, you wondered, did you not do well enough with Graves?

Kate nodded, not even bothering to answer your question verbally.

“I-” you wanted so badly to ask about what happened last night, if it was because you were inexperienced, if it was because she hadn’t been able to find the mole - if it was something anything that you could do better, “No - Kate, I don’t - I don’t want to–”

“How many times do I have to say it?” her voice darker, angrier, raising in volume too, “Get the fuck off my property, Fae. Go. Home. I don’t want you, don’t need you. You’ve paid back what you needed to.”

The words made you want to vomit. From anger, sadness, surprise - shame. Was this… all nothing for her? Had this been a payment kind of thing, had she not meant anything? Every sweet word that had dripped from her tongue like honey, every praise and secret, the moments you had laid next to each other in bed, like an odd comfort? 

This wasn’t Kate Laswell. This was Watcher.

You turned around on your heel, walking towards the open gate, wanting to scream, to yell profanities at her, say something mean, something you would regret. You wanted to hit her, merely in the hopes that it meant you could stay, even if it meant punishment.

When did you begin to feel like this?

You stopped, almost out the gate, almost touching the pavement that your feet had touched at your escape attempt, that felt like aeons ago by now. For just a moment, you considered turning around. Letting those words escape you, mean, rude, awful words, just to get a different reaction. Yet your tongue felt limp in your mouth and you knew you would cry.

You wanted to turn, to take a last look at her. 

Instead you took a deep breath. Then you bolted, already knowing the way towards a populated street.

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There was money in one pocket of the jacket you had been given. Your phone in the other.

The busride home was long and bumpy, but you didn’t care, merely staring out in the air, not even bothering to look at your phone.

Your house was empty, things having been put back to their places after they rummaged around. You just dropped the jacket, picking up mail - abandoning it on the table, ready to go lay down on the mattress you had kept Kate on, for such a short while.

Only to notice the sender of one of the letters.

“You can’t be serious, Kate,” you scoff from the doorway of your shared bedroom. 

“You already know I’m serious, Bunny,” Kate sighs as she pulls several pairs of underwear from the dresser drawer. “I told you, I need this done right.” 

“Then send somebody else. Somebody you trust.” You spit out the suggestion through gritted teeth, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

“There is no one else, Bun.” 

“You promised you were done.” 

Kate doesn’t even look at you as she pulls out a few pairs of heavy duty cargo pants and tosses them on the bed. You close the distance from the doorway to the bed, slamming the lid of the suitcase shut, forcing Kate to finally look up and meet your eyes, shining with unshed tears.

“You promised, Kate.” Your voice waivers, bottom lip quivering. 

Fuck. It would’ve hurt less if she punched me straight in the gut, Kate thinks to herself. She can’t stand to see her darling wife cry. She steps around the bed closer to you, taking your face between her hands. 

“I know, my love. And I am so sorry I have to break that promise.” You shut your eyes at the words, fresh tears finally falling from your thick eyelashes. Kate swipes them away with her thumbs. “I am sorry. But I need you to understand, I have to do this. Okay?” 

“Why?” 

“You know why,” Kate’s response is firm as she drops her hands from your face. She turns and walks back to the closet, grabbing a few clean shirts and tossing them onto the pile. “I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important.”

You sniffle and wipe the remaining tears from your cheek with the back of your hand. “Can you at least tell me where you’re going?” You grab one of the shirts from the top of the pile and busy your hands, meticulously folding the garment. 

You can hear Kate’s responding sigh from all the way in the bathroom. “You know I can’t tell you that.” She reappears in the doorway, toothbrush in hand. “You know the drill, Bun. The less you know, the better.”  

The shirt wrinkles in your hands as you ball your fists before throwing it on the bed with all the force you can muster. 

“You don’t get it, Kate!” You exclaim, tears flowing once more, face heated with frustration. “You have no clue how it feels to be left here, alone, not knowing anything. Not knowing if you’re safe, not knowing if you’re even fucking alive.” 

Kate makes a move to interrupt your outburst, but you stop her in her tracks with a hard glare. 

“And then I finally think we have closed this chapter. You promised that it was over. The last mission was The Last mission. I thought we were safe–I thought you were safe. And then you come home out of the blue and tell me you’re going back in the field? What the fuck, Kate?” 

Your emotions cut you off before you can continue, throat closing up as you fight back another wave of tears. You give up, taking a defeated seat on the edge of the bed. 

Kate pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, brow furrowing. “I know,” she sighs. She takes another deep, stabilizing breath before making her way to your side. “I know that this isn’t fair to you.” 

She kneels down in front of you, eyes searching yours. “And you’re right, I have no idea what you’re going through,” she continues, taking your hands in hers. “Because I know that you’re here, safe and sound–that’s what gives me the strength to do what I need to do. But it must be so hard for you, honey.”

You nod your head in agreement, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“I am so sorry for that,” Kate sighs. “But I need you to be brave for me one last time, okay? I need you to hold things together just one final time for me. Please.” 

You look into those blue-grey eyes you adore so much, and see the fierce, strong-willed woman you fell in love with all those years ago. You see all of the love in her eyes, but also that relentless determination you knew all too well–that’s your Kate. 

Your shoulders fall with a resigned sigh. “Just promise me you’ll try to be careful.” 

At that, Kate pulls you in, pressing a kiss to your lips as her hand tangles in your hair, holding you tight to her. When she finally breaks the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours. “I promise,” she says, just a little breathless, before pressing another, softer kiss to your lips. 

“And hey,” Kate smiles, finger lifting your chin up to meet her eyes. “When I get back, we’ll go to the fertility clinic, okay? We’ll get this process started and get the donor sorted. How’s that sound?” 

Your face lights up at that comment with a smile that melts Kate’s heart instantly. “There’s that smile I love so much,” Kate smiles in return. 

You can’t help but small chuckle before giving your wife another sad, soft smile. “Just come back safe to me, Kate, okay?” 

Her other hand parts your lips, head tilting at the sight. Admires how even under the harsh fluorescents of her office, how inviting your pussy looks. How warm. “You’re soft, princess. More fragile than you think. At least here,” she murmurs before retracting her hand to lean back in her chair.

Heat radiates from between your thighs. There will be a puddle under you by the time she finishes toying with you. She’ll probably make you lick it up, like the passenger seat last weekend.

Kate stares at your cunt with a focus she reserves for her work, her eyes placid waters hiding a wicked undercurrent. “No time for a toy today.” She takes a final drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the tray, then meets your eye. “But I suppose you’ve been a good girl, mostly.”

“Mostly? I—”

She reaches through your open legs to your face. She cups your cheek, instantly quieting you.

“You’re whining. Ask politely, and I might indulge.”

It’s difficult to untangle your tongue and say what Kate wants to hear. You struggle to let go of your pride. Always jumping to your own defense.

“Kate. Please. Please touch me.”

The smile on her face makes your heart flutter. Her hand returns. “Attagirl. Open.”

Your mouth hinges open, already fuzzy, and she slides her fingers over your tongue.

Kate’s fingers work up a bit of drool, applying pressure to the muscle and petting it with an expression suggesting fascination. You go a bit dumb, relaxing, basking in the heat of her stare like a cat in the afternoon sun.

You almost miss them when she pulls them out of your mouth, but you twitch with anticipation, knowing better.

A hiss escapes as she strokes through your wetness, gathering it and further slicking her two fingers. She prods gently, circling, before slowly pushing them into the wet, hot clasp of your cunt. The sound should embarrass you, but you’re beyond shame.

Kate wastes no time in building up a rhythm. She thrusts her fingers expertly, coaxing gasps and little noises out of you. Curling them forward spreads your legs further and makes you shake.

“Oh, fuck, Kate…” You whimper.

Her thumb settles over your clit. The pressure forces a pitchy sound from behind your bitten lip and a jerk of your pelvis. A surge of wetness coats her fingers and runs down her knuckles.

“Look at that,” she says, just loud enough for you to hear. “More? Like this?” She’s teasing. She knows your body as if she lives in it, too.

The bucking of your hips answers. You’re painfully aware of how tightly you’re squeezing her, needing her fingers deeper and deeper. It’s relentless and dizzying.

“Open your eyes. Come on.”

You didn’t realize they were closed. Wincing, you do as she asks and inhale sharply. The sight of her fingers disappearing into your body. The way her face barely changes, save for a bit of color. She smirks when you meet her eye.

“You’re cute like this,” she sighs, speeding up the tight circles of her thumb and the thrusts of her fingers. The increase makes you squeak.

“Now. Tell me, are you going to interrupt me when I’m on a call again?”

You shake your head furiously. No. It was a stupid mistake. You weren’t thinking.

Her fingers stop, solidly buried inside to the hilt but unmoving.

“Use your words—“

“No!” You swiftly interject, unable to stop yourself. “No, I won’t interrupt you on another call. I’m sorry, p-please, Kate.”

An eyebrow lifts. “You’ve been wound up lately. Impatient and snippy. Are you backsliding?”

You wiggle your hips, feeling your orgasm slip further away. Tears prickle in your eyes. “No, I’m not.”

“No? I shouldn’t call the Captain? See if he can’t sort you out like last time?” 

Oh, how you clench at the idea. Neither mind nor body has forgotten that week. You spent most of it over a knee.

Kate’s the fire; she knows how to make you malleable and useful and possesses the vision. Price is the hammer. The disciplinarian. Happy to batter you into shape.

Kate chuckles. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

“No,” you quickly answer. “No. Please, Kate. I want you. I want to cum on your fingers.”

Her smile grows. She simply watches you a moment longer, fingertips twitching. Then, luxuriating in the feeling, she slowly resumes thrusting. Dropping a kiss to the inside of a knee, she whispers. “That’s right. My fingers. If you’re good for the rest of the week,” she continues, though her words start to sound hazy. “I’ll let you pick out what I fuck you with.”

The promise does it. You stiffen, hands scrabbling to hold on to her desk. Kate rises to her feet and clamps her free hand on your hip to hold you in place. Her fingers pump, wrist rolling, as your body tightens and tightens and—

You barely cover your mouth in time, barking a series of needy, aborted curses into your palm.

Kate withdraws her hand, wiping the slick on your thigh, and ghosts her hands up and down your thighs. She waits until some lucidity returns before gently tilting your head back for a brief kiss.

“Legs?”

“I can—I can stand.” You reply, panting.

Price: He actually is ticklish, just not in the most common places. If you really want to get him then he needs to want to be gotten as well. He’s ticklish on his palms and on his shoulders, so he could easily recoil from you if he wanted to. However, if you ask him nicely then he’ll oblige and let you. He’s actually pretty good at holding still as well. His giggles are actually pretty pleasant to listen to, they’re fairly low and not that loud either. If you really want to get him to laugh then you’ll have to go for one specific spot on his lower back. It’s still not too bad for him, but he’ll wiggle around a bit if you get him there and might turn around to grab your hand to get you to stop. He actually doesn’t mind being tickled either, especially not by his S/O, so go right ahead. If you hug him from behind afterwards then he’ll almost always let it slide as well. Not too big on revenge either, you’d really have to get him quite a lot of times for him to finally get his much deserved pay back and retaliate. He can take quite a lot as well when it comes to this sort of thing, it takes quite a while before he asks you to stop. Pulls you into a hug afterwards and nuzzles into you. There’s just something domestic and nice about being idiots together.

Gaz: He’s an SAS soldier, you’d think he’d be more immune to something as harmless as some tickles, but no. He can hold his reactions in for some time, but that’s about all he does. Freezes up for a moment before he tries to fight you off. He gets surprisingly weak as well when tickled good. You can wiggle your fingers just about anywhere on his body and he’ll break out into a fit of giggles eventually. However, he will try to get you back before the dam breaks, so watch out. If you can get him in a position where he’s unable to escape from you, he’ll eventually stop fighting you and start hiding his face behind his hands. Being tickled is kind of humiliating to him since he really can’t take much. However, even if you do beat him fair and square, he holds grudges in that regard. He’s a real fiend, he’ll get you back eventually. And if it’s not him then he’ll just ask Soap if he wants to gang up on you together. Up until a certain point he’s a real thrasher too, afterwards he just resigns himself to his fate and accepts he’s lost. But tickling him is almost always worth it because he’s got the cutest smile. Soap often threatens him with a tickle fight, so Gaz recovers fairly quickly. It doesn’t drain him as much as it used to either, he’s the victim surprisingly often as well. Makes it a game to get you to laugh even more than he did, though.

Ghost: As long as you don’t touch his right ribs you’re good to go. He actually has a bit of chub on his tummy as well, which is one of his weaker spots. Another good spot to go for would be his armpits since he’ll always clamp down his arms and trap your wiggling hands there. He doesn’t even do it voluntarily but he can’t help it either. Ghost is very much aware of his strength, so he tries his best not to pry you off too harshly. He could absolutely just deck you, and it would hurt, but he actively decides not to. If you’re really close then he’ll just barely fight back. He thinks he can hold his laughter in better than he actually can, but he does break eventually. Is actually weaker to gentle tickles than rough ones. Doesn’t want to just run away either as he believes it would make him seem weak. If you get to straddle him, then he just lets the tickling happen, even if he could likely just throw you off. His laugh can actually get surprisingly loud if you surprise him in his worst spots. Another good spot to get him in would be where his ribs meet his back and his chest. He doesn’t giggle very often, but when he does it’s just precious. Hold grudges, however. Will get back at you via wrestling you down and tickling you until you scream. Don’t test him, that’s a promise.

Soap: He’s a little shit when it comes to tickling. As you can imagine, he’s ticklish himself, squeeze his knees and you get some good reactions from him. However, these sorts of things are games to him that he intends to win. He won’t give you a breather, as soon as you get him you better make it count. Better get him in a situation where he can’t move. He’s pretty open to being tied up from time to time, so that’s your best bet. Although he may be a pretty silly guy, he won’t forget those sorts of things. You better be able to take what you dish out because he’s relentless. Tickle fights turn into tickle wars with that guy. He’ll pin you, he’ll restrain you, he’ll tie you up if he feels like it. Soap is a menace. You need to be rough with him and then there might be a chance of you getting away for the time being. He’s weak to raspberries on his tummy, but he recovers fairly quickly. He’s used to tickle fights, he challenges others all the time to one. It’s not impossible to tire him out, but he’s got a lot of stamina. Once he is all tuckered out he actually pulls you down with him for some cuddles. Might trace your tummy or wherever he can reach, though. Watch your back. Or maybe tickle him so often that he might get the idea of avoiding you. Assert dominance, even if he won’t leave you alone either way.

Alejandro: He’ll sometimes deliberately lose some of your tickle fights just because he wants to let go and have a good time. And what’s better than goofing around with your beloved? He’s a fan. Alejandro will let you pin him down and get him good. Actually has enough self control that he can expose even more of his more sensitive spots while you’re fooling around. You’re paying attention to his tummy? Look, he just raised his arms for you, won’t you get him there as well? It’s actually kind of ridiculous, he’s a strong man. He’s not even that weak to tickles, he could always just push you off, but it’s just that much fun. Once he’s had enough, however, you’re in for it next. He doesn’t go overboard, if you’re tired he’ll stop and nuzzle into your neck to draw the final few giggles from you. Once you’ve got him panting underneath you he, too, will pull you down for some cuddles. Alejandro is a very touchy guy in general. Besides, a tickle fight is a nice thing to bond over. There’s no need to worry about getting shot or worse, he can just let loose for once. Considering how serious he usually needs to be, he really needs it. While he may not be as open to some of your silly fights in public or on base, you’re more than welcome to start something like that in the privacy of your home.

Rodolfo: It really wouldn’t be all that surprising if you found out he was ticklish. He loves himself being tenderly touched, all the while being unable to take most caresses from you if you’re being too gentle. Caressing his cheeks with your fingers sometimes has him pulling away and giggling. He does apologize for that, though. Yes, he thrives under your touch, yes, he absolutely can’t take it either, men like him exist. He’s sensitive just about anywhere, so you can get him whenever you feel like it. For the most part, he doesn’t mind it either. If he’s in a sour mood then you might not want to tickle him, though, he doesn’t take too well to it. His reactions are precious, though. He’ll scrunch up his nose and try to get away from you, even as he’s backing away into a wall. Rodolfo doesn’t really fight back, though, as he doesn’t want to hurt you. Instead, he takes it like a man. His giggles are fairly quiet and somewhat high pitched as well. Not even his laugh is that loud and boisterous since he doesn’t want to make too much noise. Though, I should add that he does hold grudges. Will get back at you for tickling him. However, he’s not rough with his tickles. But he’s weak to rougher tickles. Drill your fingers into his hips and he’ll buck up to get you off of him. Does not have the self control Alejandro has.

Valeria: She is ticklish too, but you’re likely never going to find out about that. You could get her by lightly running your fingers behind her kneecaps or over the back of her thighs, but there’s a good chance you’ll never get that far. And even if you did, you’d only get a few giggles out of her. She has some pretty good self restraint and will simply grab your hand, pull you into her lap and tickle you until you’re a crying mess instead. She’s merciless when it comes to that sort of thing. Even if you were to try and wreck her, she’s a kicker and a thrasher. Has no qualms about kicking you either. Sure, if you’re her lover then she won’t kick you as strongly as otherwise. Sometimes, when she’s bored, she might entice you into trying to tickle her just so she has an excuse to tickle you back. Whatever you’re gonna do to her, she’ll get you back a million times worse. It would likely be for the best if you never find out she’s ticklish in the first place. But hey, maybe you’re into that sort of thing. Her giggles are pretty cute, though. She doesn’t giggle or laugh very often, so that will likely be one of the only times you will hear such a thing. If you’re bold enough to try over and over again, then she’ll commend you and let you do your things just once. However, she won’t giggle that time. You’d need to surprise her, because otherwise she’ll just hold her reactions in the entire time.

Graves: It’s not too uncommon for some of his Shadows to gang up on him together to try and get him to take a break. The entire company knows he’s ticklish by now and uses it to its advantage. He’s got a pretty ticklish back and tummy. The best part about that is that you and the Shadows can turn him however you want, he can squirm however he wants, some sensitive part of his will always be open for tickling. While there’s usually not that much strength behind his kicks, if you get him in a good spot then he might actually just be able to throw two of you off of him. He’s pretty loud when tickled, but still makes mental notes on who it is who’s tickling him. He handpicks his Shadows, and he knows you well, so he knows each and every one of you. And yes, he goes after each and every single one of you afterwards. If you were to give him a hug afterwards, though, then he’ll be more lenient towards you. Stays on the ground for some time to catch his breath and that’s a good time to take care of him. Won’t go after you immediately, but will when he finds the time to do so. Actually likes being tickled. It’s fun, it’s stupid. Perfect for a stinker like him. If he’s ever down in the dumps for no discernible reason, then he actually quite likes gentle cheer-up tickles as well, especially from you.

Alex: Almost as ticklish as Gaz. Doesn’t even try to contain his laughter around you. He just loves being touched by you in such an innocent manner. Tries to initiate some fights here and there because he loves your company just that much. There’s just something so nice about spending time with you, not having to worry about the worst things the world has to offer. Loves it when you’re hugging him and fluttering your fingers along his sides, he gets weak in the knees when you do. While he may know that’s just payback for what he usually does to you, he’ll sometimes still be surprised when you do it. Is actually open to games and challenges as well. Can he beat your time in Mario Kart as you gently tickle him? Would he be able to keep his arms up? The answer to that is no, not forever. Tries to fight you off eventually. That’s just reflexes kicking in, in reality he’d love to hold you even closer and fight back. Might sometimes hit you on accident, but he’ll always apologize to you for that. Scratch his back, he’ll melt into your touch as much as he becomes a giggly mess. However, he has his limits as well. Please respect those and you’re more than welcome to goof around with him whenever you feel like doing so. Alex is on cloud nine if you ever were to cuddle him afterwards. Yes, he’s strong, but nothing beats cuddling and snuggling you after having a good time. 

Farah: Another one who really likes how stupid this sort of thing is. Please do initiate some fights with her, she wants to be able to relax and just be an idiot from time to time as well. However, she can hold her reactions in quite well. You won’t really get much out of her aside from the initial jerk when you surprise her and the first few giggles. Once she turns to you, that mischievous glint in her eyes, you know you’re done for. It’s not impossible to make the dam break, though. Gentle touches on her neck drive her mad, but she will fight you off if you touch her there. Spidering your fingers along her thighs is also a strong contender, however. Squeeze her sides and she’ll do what she can to get you off of her and tickle you back. Doesn’t ever give up either. She’s a cunning woman, she’ll find her way out of your grasp and get you back. Overall, it’s not only tickling, a lot of fighting is involved with her as well. Sure, she won’t give you a black eye, but she will fight you like you’re a soldier and pin you to the ground. Farah is also very competitive, so she won’t admit defeat. Please do take pity on her if you do win. She can take a lot, but even she has her limits, even if she’d never admit such a thing. A real kicker and thrasher as well, but apologizes while laughing if she genuinely hurts you.

Laswell: The fact that Laswell would allow you to tickle her is a privilege in and of itself. Although she may not like being tickled too much, she doesn’t even like being touched most of the time, she’ll sometimes allow it. Might scrunch up her neck if you try to brush her hair away from her neck. Her shoulder blades are also ticklish. It’s not often you get to hear her giggle. Her giggles are rather quiet, somewhat high pitched and super cute. Doesn’t get back at you either. You can tickle her from time to time with no repercussions, she’s not the vengeful type when it comes to you. Doesn’t ask you for tickles, but if it’s blatantly obvious that you like to tickle her, then she’ll let you. It makes you happy, so why not? Not always, naturally, only when she’s in the mood for that sort of thing. Your best bet would be to just ask her, though. She’s an honest woman with you, so she’ll tell you if she’s in the mood to be touched. Don’t go beyond anything that elicits some giggles from her, though. She doesn’t really enjoy rougher tickles, only gentle ones.

Nikolai: He’s an extremely cocky man. Yes, he’s ticklish, but there’s a good chance you’ll only find out about that months into your relationship. He could hold in his reactions forever, but where’s the fun in that? Teases you by giggling a bit as you straddle him and scribble all over his torso. It does tickle him, don’t get me wrong, but he loves taking all that fun away from you and show you what you could be able to achieve. Doesn’t let you take on the role of tickler very often, that’s reserved for very few occasions. When he feels ballsy enough he’ll let you tie him up so you can try different methods out on him. Won’t give you any hints on how to tickle him either, he’s just a dick like that. Finds it amusing how hard you try, though. Truth is, he’s feather ticklish. Run a feather or a makeup brush over his cheeks or neck and he’ll actively try to scramble away from you. Rough tickles really aren’t as bad as feathers. However, once you’ve found out about that little secret of his, he’ll get you good. Let’s hope he wasn’t tied up when you found that out, because he’s gonna make you scream and cry in retaliation otherwise. Nikolai is a little shit when it comes to tickling. Will always try to get the upper hand on you. Sure, he might still let you have a go at him when he feels like it, but he’ll always be vengeful, even if you didn’t dare to tickle him. Might as well take the chance and have fun with him.