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petersbaby · 1 year

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I would if I could - Peter Ballard x GN reader

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Warnings: smut, spitting/saliva, choking

“You’re very clingy, you know that right?” Peter asks as he finds you’ve walked into his room to see him for the millionth time in a row.

“‘M sorry. Just love you.”

“I know you do. Come here.” He says softly, holding an arm out to you, pulling you closer until you’re standing right beside his bed where he was sat on the edge.his hands find your hips and rest ever so gently on the top of them.

“Can I ask you something, can you promise you won’t get mad?” You question, becoming apprehensive right after it left your mouth. You had to say it now, he didn’t like when people backpedaled or don’t say what they need to say.

“Hmm. Sure, go ahead.” He allows, looking up at you.

“You think you could ever love me? Like the way I love you?”

“You know I would if I could, it’s just not in me, little one. I don’t know how to love anybody or anything.” He’s stern but also defeated in the way he speaks the words.

You pout slightly, but you understand. He’s not a normal person, he doesn’t have normal emotions. All that mattered was that when you looked down into his ocean eyes that you found the smallest semblance of endearment for you and only you.

He pulls your hips now, and you onto him, straddling his lap. You giggle at the suddenness of it and how you nearly fell when he grabbed you. You wrap your arms around his neck, draping them over his shoulders as you cuddle into him, breathing in his scent buried in his shoulder.

“You’re holding onto me awfully tight, what’s going on?” He questions.

“Nothing. Just missed you all day. You didn’t even talk to me.” He had, in fact, been distant that day, but you knew deep down it wasn’t personal.

“I was busy, baby. I work here, you know, I don’t just live here like you. I have responsibilities.”

“I know.” You pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a stupid little smile plastered on your face and a little blush coming to your cheeks as you look at him. You immediately want to hide back into his shoulder but he stops you.

“Such a sweet thing. So shy.”

“Am not.” You attempt to fight against his words but fail, opting to just kiss him instead. It was soft and kind unlike anything you’d ever felt, and you could never get enough of it.

He presses his lips back against yours, hands still at your hips and moving up to your waist. He repeats this a few times, and you can’t help but break out in a fit of giggles. He pulls back and looks at you with a genuinely puzzled expression.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just ticklish.” You smile.

You lean back in, this time going for the side of his neck to kiss it but he stops you.

“No. Not right now. Just be good, okay?”

You hated being good but loved the way he’d praise you after you were so you decided to obey.

He was on your mind all the next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. How much you loved him, you loved him to the point it was all you could think about. Every thought in your brain had been replaced with Peter. You wanted to cling to him forever, to never have to be separated. He was the only stable thing you had in your life, so you can’t help the level to which you adored him.

After dinner, after the day was pretty much over, you come back to him. He isn’t surprised one bit, it’s almost like he was waiting for you like clockwork.

He wasn’t in bed yet, just sitting at his desk doing some sort of paperwork or worksheet when you came in. He quickly abandoned whatever it was to bring his gaze to you. You stood for a moment, fiddling with your fingers awaiting his words.

“What are you being shy for now?” He questions.

“I dunno, just being good. Waiting for your permission.” You shrug.

“For what, exactly?”

“To…. Approach?” You reply, sounding suddenly unsure of yourself, a little embarrassed at the way you worded it.

“You have permission,” he half-laughs, holding his arms out slightly to signal you over.

You smile, climbing in his lap to sit on his thigh as he stays in the desk chair. It was nicer than the one you had in your room, but still kinda shitty. You didn’t mind. “I missed you.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around him in a sitting-down hug.

“Missed you too.” He replies simply.

“So am I?” You question after a minute.

“Are you what?” He responds, a little unsure what you’re talking about.

“Am I good? Cmon, tell me I’m good, please”

He chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it up and down slightly over the fabric of your pants.

“Yes, you are. You’re a good pet. Only for me.”

“Only for you.” You confirm, blushing.

You spend the evening with him in his room, just talking and cuddling after you moved to his bed from the chair obligatorily. At about 10, he breaks the comfortable silence you both sat in. Or, lay in. Right beside one another.

“It’s about time you need to go back to your own room and go to sleep. You know I wish you could sleep here just as much as you would like to but you can’t.”

You lifted your head from where it was laying against his chest.

“I know, but not yet, please?” You ask with a slight pout, looking him in the eye.

“Hmm, I don’t know-“ he starts, stopping mid sentence when you’re finally able to get your lips on his neck. It was something you loved to do, and he couldn’t say he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it as well. He had already established that kisses and small bites are fine, just no hickeys and no marks. To you, leaving marks was the best part, but you understood why he couldn’t have them.

His eyes screw shut at the feeling of you attacking his sensitive skin, kissing and licking all up and down the length of his neck. You worked from the curve of his shoulder all the way up to his earlobe where he shivered every time without fail when you nibbled on it. You had your eyes shut too, enjoying the taste and feeling of his skin beneath your lips and tongue.

“Okay, 30 more minutes.” He manages to finally push out the words, feeling you smile against him after he says them. His muscles relax, his head rolls slightly to the side giving you total access.

You knew exactly how to make him weak, get him where you wanted him. You both know he liked it, all the things you do that he pretends is a nuisance to him.

After a few minutes, he reaches up to bunch his hand up in your hair, using it to pull you back to his face so he can connect his lips with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. In reality, you were probably the desperate one, panting and breathing heavily with need. He noticed this, turning to his side to face you, hands beginning to roam your body.

They find your ass, pulling you into him as close as possible, so close that you can feel his hard dick pressing against your front. This immediately makes you moan into his mouth, growing even more desperate if that was even possible.

You slip your hand down in between the both of you to rub your palm over his erection feverishly and attempting to start working on his pant button and zipper. The belt was long discarded, taken off and sat down across the room somewhere before getting comfortable in bed with you.

He grabs your wrist out of instinct- for some reason he always did that, effectively stopping you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him gently, checking in to make sure he was okay.

“Nothing. You just- you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He smiles. He fucking smiles and it’s so damn beautiful. You feel your heart melt in your chest at the sight of him being so sweet and vulnerable which he normally was not.

He releases your hand and you pull it away just in case. You come to rest it against the side of his face instead while you continue kissing deeply, tongues fighting for dominance and his winning like always.

“No, please keep doing that.” He asks desperately when he notices your hand now on his cheek instead of where he wanted it.

You smile and snake your hand back down between your two bodies and stroking him through his pants. He pushes back against your touch, rutting his hips into your hand as if he’s a dog in heat. You effectively get the button undone this time when he doesn’t stop you.

Then you were wanting him to take it all off himself because you couldn’t get his clothes off on your own. He reaches down to assist you in pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, and you start unbuttoning his white shirt from the top down. You place kisses on his chest as more of it becomes exposed to you.

It was pale, the skin stretched across it. Soft to the touch but also firm beneath, muscles not insanely apparent visually but able to be felt on contact beneath your touch. You climb on top of him, sitting on his cock with only a thin layer between you both, which would be your underwear. You grind down on him, feeling the friction you get on your clit from doing so and can’t seem to stop.

You lean down to kiss him, then his neck, rubbing your clothed core up and down the length of him til he can’t take the indirect contact any longer.

He gently pulls you off of him, flipping you over and pulling your sweater off and removing your outer layer. This left you in just your underwear and your paper thin gown from which your hard nipples were poking from beneath the fabric.

You eagerly follow his instructions before he even has the chance to say them, sliding your panties down your legs and opening them for him. He starts to make a comment about how it’s like you read his mind, but then remembered you could and that would be a dumb thing to say.

Regardless, he groans watching you get ready for him so excitedly, so desperate to get him inside of you.

His big veiny hands reach to push up the fabric of your dress and it gathers around your hips, letting him get a good look at your pussy before he destroys it. You just lay back and wait for his next move, a fire in your stomach burning, spreading. You can’t help but squirm in anticipation.

His lips find yours once more as he hovers over you, holding himself up with one arm of which the hand of was planted right by your head. His other hand came to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing lightly to watch your reaction. How with every bit of force added made you dumber and dumber as you struggled to breathe.

Feeling him choking you made you moan out, a sound that escaped your throat and left your mouth without permission. When you do this, your mouth falls open and he takes the perfect opportunity to spit down at you, mostly into your mouth. The rest on your face, but you didn’t mind one bit. You probably look pretty with his spit all over your skin, you think.

You did your best to swallow it right away, but struggled a bit with the pressure on your throat so he let go and watched you swallow his saliva down with glistening eyes, looking up at him.

He reaches down between your spread legs, getting a feel for how ready you were for this and finding out immediately. Your center was so sticky and wet, and he’s just wondering if it’s tight too.

It was, it always was. You were perfect for him, so pretty, sweet, and fuckable and he often wondered how a person as bad as him was blessed with someone like you.

You both remember that even though it may feel that way, that you don’t have forever to spend like this, and you need to get back to where you’re supposed to be soon. You pull him down to you, kissing his lips with need and pausing only to ask him to give it all to you.

With that, he presses in, only slightly at first. You look like an angel so much that it’s hard to remember you aren’t as fragile as he thinks.

“All of it, please. I want it, I need it. Please.” You whisper against his lips urgently and he fully enters you, steadily fucking you while you felt the stretch slowly dissipate and pleasure take it’s place.

“Fuck, it’s so good.” He mumbles quietly, almost as if to just be to himself he’s talking to. “God, so good.”

You keep your lips pressed against his, using it to help quiet your pretty noises that arise from the feeling of him pushing in and pulling out of you at a delicious pace. The pace is fast, faster than normal, and you can tell he’s trying to cum quickly so neither of you get caught and in trouble.

Someone was bound to check your bedroom sooner or later, you knew that too. You realized that all the time spent talking and kissing made way for no time to let you get off too, and just started encouraging him.

“Need your cum, please. Want it so bad.” You beg and encourage him in a whispery tone, and his thrusts get sloppier. You felt every bit of it, from the initial twitching to every single drop of his hot load coming into contact with your walls, to the way he begins to soften just the slightest bit inside you. He breathes heavily for a moment, frozen in time. Only for that moment.

You both rush to get dressed once again, but you don’t quite go. You stand near the door as if you were waiting for something, and he looks at you confusedly. You roll your eyes, coming back to him as he sat on the bed.

Bending down, you place a sweet kiss on his lips and stay there for a moment after, just pressing your foreheads against each other.

“I love you.”

You always tell him, you have to tell him. You need him to know, even if he can’t say it back to you. That doesn’t matter. He looks up at you and smiles, dimple forming on his cheek.

You relish in the sight, such a sweet and pretty boy. You would love to see him more vulnerable some day, but this was the closest you could get for now.

The look he gives you when you tell him you love him could keep you up for days, it could move mountains. It changed your life, changed his too.

“Alright, go.” He gently shoos you away, knowing you could stand there all night and wouldn’t ever go back to your room if you had the choice. You slip away, pulling the door shut softly behind you, then slip into your own bed once you get there.

You totally forget about the lack of orgasm, it doesn’t bother you as you lay in your own bed tonight thinking about him until you drift off to sleep. Physically, you were alone, but you never really were. Not when you know that the love of your life is just down the hall sleeping safely in his own space. You can only pray he’s dreaming about you too.

#001 x reader #001 x fem!reader #001 smut #001 stranger things #001 imagine #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard smut #peter ballard x you #peter ballard #henry creel x you #henry creel smut #henry creel

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switchydogboy · 11 months

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SURPRISE!!

bet yall thought i was gone huh? well think again!!

im coming back with a fic trade with the amazing @lokust (go follow them NOW!)

i may be a bit rusty, but here goes nothin!

Miguel's Weakness (ATSV)

It was a peaceful evening in New York- Peter B. Parker's New York to be exact. All the spider-kids decided to come visit, just hanging out for the night. Miles, Gwen, Pav, and Hobie were all sitting at the kitchen table, while Peter was cooking, and Miguel was laying on the couch watching the news.

"Come on bro, everyone's got a weakness, something that makes them totally vulnerable, there's no way you don't have one!" Miles said to Hobie, as everyone was discussing their biggest weakness. "Nah bruv, ain' got no weaknesses, solo guy like me got nothin to be all weak about." Hobie replied. Miles was determining to get something from him, so he kept on. "Hobie come on, everyone has one, it's nothing to be embarrassed of! Pav has his auntie, Peter's got his baby, Gwen's got her dad, Captain Stacy, and I've got my parents, we all have something close that gets us, you've gotta have something!"

Hobie finally gave in. "Alright alright..mayyybe my band has a personal touch to me." Miles smiled. "See, there you go, your band!" He looked over to Miguel. "How about you, Miguel, what's your biggest weakness?" Miguel didn't look up from his phone. "No way bro, you aren't getting anything from me."

At this point, Peter started listening in, smirking. "Oh Miguel? He's super ticklish haha!" Miguel's eyes shot wide open, his face turning red. "I am not!!" he protested.

Gwen smirked. "Oh reaaally~? So the big bad Miguel O'Hara is ticklish~?" Miguel froze as all four stood up, smiling at him. "Big tough guy melts at a lil tickle, eh~?" Hobie added. They instantly surrounded him on the couch, and before he knew it, he was being held down by the four. Gwen and Hobie had his ankles, Pav and Miles holding his arms up. "He looks super nervous!! I bet his belly's super ticklish!" Pav said.

Before he could utter a protest, he was being attacked all over. Hobie and Gwen scribbling his feet, Gwen's freshly manicured nails doing the most damage, while Pav was poking and squeezing at his belly, and miles was digging into his underarms.

Miguel was practically screaming with laughter as he tried to pull his arms away, only for their grips to tighten. "Awww, wha's wrong, tough guy? Feelin' a bit ticklish~?" Hobie teased. "All that big, tough brooding, and he's brought to pieces by a little tickling!" Miles added. Pav circled his bellybutton, giggling at Miguel's squeals every time he got close. Gwen dug under his toes, sending him through the roof into silent laughter. "Uh ohhh, looks like i found the death spot!" she teased. Miguel turned as red as the blades on his arms.

The four swapped spots, as Gwen straddled Miguel's waist, blowing raspberries on his bellybutton, while simultaneously digging her nails into his underarms. Hobie began poking and prodding his sides, while Pav and miles scrubbed his feet with brushes. Miguel was screaming with laughter, tears pouring down his face, as he tried to break free, only to realize that Miles webbed his arms up while he wasn't paying attention.

Miguel was going crazy, until Peter finally finished dinner and saved him from his attack. "Okay okay guys, let him breathe heh, dinner's ready." They unwebbed Miguel, helping him to the table as they all sat down and began eating. "You..yohou guys know im gonna get you back, right?" Miguel said with a struggle. "Yeah, but we finally know your weakness, so its worth it!" said Miles.

THE END!

Tell me what you all think!

#tickling #tickle fic #tickle scenarios #brodie we dont care #dogboyrambling

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kourtniwritesagain · 10 months

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HC‘s for Bucky, Steve, Sam and Peter Parker? :)

Bucky: Super Soldier Serum should be changed to Super Ticklish Serum. Bucky was ticklish pre-serum, but post...damn. He's super ticklish on his ribs, stomach, and back. His back is hyper ticklish, which makes him giggle like a child. Sam and Steve often get him pinned on his stomach and they go to town on his back. It's the super light tickles that get him the most, especially when it comes to his back. He is a switch for sure. He loves to tickle and he is happy to be tickled. Sam and Steve are the one who get him the most. Shuri gets him often, too, under the pretense of "updating" his tech.

Steve: See previous statement on serum. Steve was ticklish as fuck before the serum. It only got worse after. He's only second in the most ticklish Avenger category because Peter is first. But it's close. Steve is most ticklish on his stomach, especially right underneath his bellybutton and right at the line of his pelvis. He's also ridiculously ticklish on his sides. Quick squeezes to his sides have him hunching over and falling to the ground. Bucky loves to demonstrate Steve's ticklishness in front of all the new recruits at the most inopportune times for Steve. Meeting about a previous battle: tickle Steve's sides while he's talking. Demonstration on different non-lethal holds: tickle Steve's underarms. A stern lecture on what was done wrong in a battle: tackle Steve to the ground and tickle his stomach. Sam always helps Bucky.

Sam: He's not as ticklish as Steve or Bucky, but he has two death spots that will have him promising you his first born if you'll only stop. Those spots are his hips and his thighs. With those spots being seen as more intimate spots, he thought he was safe. He thought wrong. Bucky and Steve have ZERO qualms about pinning him down and raking their fingers over his hip bones and thighs for what seems like hours. Sam howls with laughter every single freaking time. The first time Steve and Bucky tag teamed him, Tony walked in halfway in his armor, thinking someone was being murdered. Sam begged for help, but Tony simply smirked with a "better you than me, bird brain" before he walked away.

Peter: Listen....he's basically the little brother of all the Avengers. He's a kid. A very capable fighter and a superhero in his own right, of course. But he's so fucking adorable when he's laughing and squirming and begging with all the "Mrs" and "Mr's" along with their last names. Plus, this boy is ticklish freaking everywhere. His spider sense makes him a million times more ticklish. It doesn't matter if it's soft tickling or harsher tickling, he's laughing his head off. He also gets super uncoordinated when tickled. He turns beet red from laughter and embarrassment when teasing comes into the picture, which it always does no matter who is tickling him. Tony also takes the route of "oh, this tickles? No way!" Whereas Bucky and Sam simply comment on his reactions, "Sam, tickling his knees has him screeching, did ya hear that?" "Yeah Bucky, crazy how something as simple as a few fingers around his knees has him making that sound. Let's see if he can make it when we tickle his ribs?"

#ticklish!peter #ticklish!sam #ticklish!bucky #ticklish!steve #marvel headcanons #kourtni answers things

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baguette-child561 · 4 months

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Ticklish?

!UPDATED¡

This is my first fic so please dont judge.

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗒：𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗒．𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄．

Tony is trying to upgrade one of his suits when he hears a certain someone hop in the lab. “Hey Mr. Stark!“ “Hey kid,what do ya need“ He asked,still trying to work. “Nothing.“ He said,being obvious that he wants something. “I know you want something,you can tell me its not like ill lash out at you.“ Peter was embarassed because he never usually comes to Tony when he wants attention. “Really, its nothing. I just came to see what you were doing. “ “I’m just working on a suit upgrade.” He said,trying to get Peter to tell him what he wants by not talking about it. Peter usually doesn’t tell Tony what he wants right away because he doesn’t wanna bother him or anything,but he eventually tells him if they’re just standing/sitting there. “Why don’t you go hang out with Harley?” He asked,thinking that would get him to talk. “I’m good.” He said seriously. Tony turned around to look at him. “Okay seriously kid,I know you want something. Just tell me,it hurts that you don’t feel comfortable telling me.” “It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable,it’s just… 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀...“ He whispered the last part. “What was that last part?“ He asked,while Peters face was turning red as a tomato. “Its embarrassing!“ He raised his voice a little. Tony laughed a little, “Juhust tell me.“ Tony patted his head but accidentally touched his neck while pulling his hand back. “EEP!“ Peter jumped back like 1 foot away. Tony thought for a moment and then it hit him.

“Peter,are you tihicklish?“ “No!“ He said defensingly. Peters ears and neck have now turned red along with his face. “Then whyhy are you so rehed?” He laughed,knowing he’s lying. “It’s just hohot!” Peter said,his face burning with embarrassment. Tony snickers, “Sure sure,then you wouldn’t mind if I tested it out right?” He said teasingly. If it were possible,Peters face would’ve turned even more red. “Uh,I think I gotta go,I’ve already over-stayed my visit!” Peter blurts out,already sprinting away from Tony. Before he could even get a foot away from him,he feels a hand wrap around his arm,yanking him backwards. “Oh no you don’t you little twerp!” He knocked him down to the floor and pinned his arms above his head.

“You wouldn’t lie to me right Peter?~” He teases with a poke to his side. “EEK!” He squealed with a rather unmanly voice. Tony then squeezed his side. “StoHOhop!” He hoped this stopped as soon as possible,or did he? “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish Pete~” Tony was now lightly scribbling his hip. “I’m noHOOO-“ Tony drilled his finger into Peter’s middle rib. “You wanna finish that sentence?” He teased,making Peter squeal. As he started to get to his top rib, Peter’s laugh was getting higher. “TohoHO clohOse!” Tony stopped and Peter was just lying there with heavy breathing and light giggles. “Does someone have a tickle spot there?~” He teased like he was teasing a toddler. Peter’s bright blush rushed to his ears and neck, looking anywhere but Tony’s eyes. “I think they doooo~” Peter’s blush got darker, “And that someone is, you~” He started digging into Peter’s underarms, making him laugh like crazy, his eyes squeezed shut. “NAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” He screamed, Bucky was a little near where they were, so he was alerted and rushed to the lab.

“What happened?!-“ He was surprised to what he saw. Tony looked up, noticing him, “Oh hey Buck! Just trying to get this little bug to talk.” He says, now scribbling lightly. Bucky immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording. “Just tell me what you want so bad~” He’s enjoying this just as much as Peter, and so is Bucky. “EHEHEHEHEEEEE” He squirms, knowing he couldn’t get away. Even if he was trying. “I am SO showing this to the whole tower later!” Bucky says making Peter try to look up at him. “NOHOHOHO” Bucky smiles down at him sinisterly. He squeals when Tony starts poking and prodding at his sides. “StOhOhOhOp!” He laughs, hoping this wouldn’t end as soon as he thought he would. But then Tony starts digging at Peter’s hips.

“AHahAh! *snort*” He stops, his jaw hanging wide open while also smiling. And Bucky is just laughing his ass off in the back. “Thahahat is a nehehew souhond.” Peter lies there with his face as red as a tomato. Giggles still spilling out of his mouth. “Sh-shuhut uhup man!” He says while pushing his face. Bucky stops recording and runs away still laughing, “Saham! Hey Samhm!”

“Noho! Mr.Stahark get ohoff so I can get hihim!” Peter laughs, trying to get up. “Sorry, no can do.” He says, then starts digging into his sides. “NoHoHo! Mr.StAHahark!” Tony ignores him and keeps going. “You stihill haven’t told me whyhy you can into my lahab!” He laughs, making Peter cover his blushy face. “Dohont cover your cuhute little fahace!” He says, then tickling his underarms. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He really didn’t want to tell him why since he was so embarrassed, plus he didn’t really want this to end either.

“You gonna tell me why now?” But then again, he couldn’t STAND the teasing. “OKAYAY OKAYAY ILL TAHAHAHALK!” Tony stops, looking at him with a teasing questioning look. Peter lays there giggling trying to catch his breath. “Ihi just.. wahanted attention…” He whispered the last part. “What was that?” “I wanted attention!” He yells, with bright blush on his face. Tony chuckles with an adored look on him. “You could’ve juhust asked bahambino.” He lets up, with Peter covering his face in a tiny ball. “You have nohothing to be embarrassed about Pete.” He smiles at him. Peter slowly uncovers his VERY blushy face. “I didn’t wanna bug you..” He says quietly, making Tony’s heart break from adorable-ness. “Yohou could never bug mehe bud. That’s vehery adorable.” Peter’s blush darkens.

After that, they come upstairs to find Bucky and Sam laughing at Bucky’s phone and hearing Peter’s loud laugh coming from it. God, they were gonna tease him so bad for this.

FINALLY FUCKING DONE! AFTER MONTHS.

#irondad and spiderson #spiderman tickle #tony tickles peter #lee!peter ler!tony #not a ship #Bucky Barns #sam wilson #peter parker #tony stark

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iamawolfstarsimp · 1 year

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Moony's Ticklish!!

here's the fic I promised

and lee moony as promised, once again please forgive my lateness

(I'm on season two episode 1 of the bad batch, my favorite character is Crosshair) (ik you don't care) (please go watch it) (if you do watch it lmk)

if you watch it and tell me then I'll make you a fic

Even if it's only 1 episode

Lmao I'm bribing my followers

But yeah enjoy

It was a cold, snowy day at hogwarts. The castle was unusually empty for most if the children were outside playing in the snow. That included three of the marauders.

Remus had declined their invitation to get wet and cold in the snow with them and sat lounging on an arm chair by the fire, reading.

It was weirdly quiet in the common room which was especially weird from Remus because he rarely got any quiet due to his friends.

That was until the three people burst through the portrait hole, talking loudly amongst themselves.

All three of them had rosy cheeks, wet clothes (some more than others), and bright, happy grins.

Remus smirked at James when he shook his to get rid of the snow melting in his hair.

"Eurg! You got me all wet James!" Sirius complained. James giggled at Sirius.

"Looks like you three had fun," Remus commented as he sat up. Peter sat down next to the fire to heat back up while James started taking off some of his layers.

"We did!" James answered. "I totally won."

"You did not!" Peter exclaimed indignantly. "You got snow up your shirt once and wanted to give up."

"Hey!" James shouted. "I thought we agreed to not talk about that part."

Peter eyerolled and ignored James. He leaned closer to the fire and blew on his hands.

Remus chuckled. "Cold, Pete?"

"F-freezing.." he nodded.

"Oh yeah! It's super cold out!" Sirius agreed. "Here Moony, feel my hands-" Sirius walked forward and promptly shoved his cold hands up Remus' shirt. Without meaning to Remus yelped and then let out a small squeal, grabbing Sirius' hands and shoving them out of his shirt.

"What was that?!" James asked. Remus saw a wide grin spread across Sirius' face.

"Well isn't it obvious," Sirius smiled. "Moony's ticklish."

Butterflies erupted in Remus' stomach and a chill went down his spine. He knew what tickling was and he'd even poked the others a few times but they'd never tried to find out of Remus was ticklish. Remus didn't even know what being tickled felt like or why people laughed when they were tickled.

His face automatically turned red and Remus went with his gut and ran.

He jumped over the back of the arm chair and booked it twords the dormroom where he could lock the others out till they got bored and gave up.

He almost made it to the stairs before he felt Sirius wrap him in a tight backwards hug, trapping his arms so that all he could do is kick his feat and flail his head which wouldn't be very useful unless he managed to sweep Sirius' leg or head butt Sirius.

Remus started shouting at Sirius to let him go even though he'd never been tickled before so he didn't even know if he would hate it. He heard Sirius chuckle quietly as he dragged Remus over to the couch.

"What's wrong Moony?" He mumbled in Remus' ear making Remus giggled and scrunch up his neck. "You worried it's gonna tickle too much?"

"L-let me goho.." Remus said through gritted teeth.

Sirius didn't reply and instead plopped himself down onto the couch with Remus in his lap, still in a backwards hug.

"Sooo~" Sirius said calmly. "Where to start.." he mumbled to himself. Remus felt his face go even more red when he looked up to see the other two now grinning down at him. He turned and hid his face in Sirius' neck.

"Aww~" James cooed. "Is someone a little embarrassed?"

Remus glared at him but it wasn't all that threatening when he, seconds later gasped and then started giggling loudly, a huge smile imprinted on his face.

Sirius repeatedly squeezed Remus' sides jumping from spot to spot. The sensation was amazing but awful at the same time. Remus squirmed in Sirius' arms to try and get away from the maddening touch Sirius was bestowing upon his sides.

"What tickles more, this?" Sirius continued to squeeze Remus' sides, up and down. "Or this?" Sirius began to rapidly pinch Remus' sides lightly enough to tickle. Remus leaned his head against Sirius' shoulder, his giggles intensifying.

"Thihihis ohohone!" He managed to giggle out.

"Interesting.." Sirius murmured. "James try out his lower half. Peter help him hold down Remus' legs, he likes to kick."

James and Peter grinned at each other before setting to work pinning down Remus' legs.

They all turned their heads to look at Remus when he squealed loudly. Sirius looked down to where his hands had wandered as he hadn't been paying much attention but just taking in the beautiful sounds or Remus' laughter.

His hands rested on Remus' lower ribs where his fingers had just been pinching.

"Dohon't do thahat!" Remus whined.

"Why?" Sirius teased. "Does it tickle?"

Remus groaned and didn't answer preferring to look out the window instead. He squealed and broke out into a fit of laughter when Sirius started to pinch his ribs.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sirius grinned as Remus let out a flustered, giggly, huff.

Peter held Remus' legs in a head lock (with some difficulty) while James experimentally scribbled across his feet. Remus did have ticklish feet but weirdly enough his ankles were also ticklish, if not more than his feet.

"Hmm.. here, Peter hold his legs up a little higher," James ordered clearly making a plan in his head. Peter did as he was told, holding up Remus' legs.

James grabbed both of Remus' knees and dug his thumbs into the bottom of each of them, swirling them around.

Remus threw his head back and cackled. Not only was his ribs still getting dug into but now his knees as well. He didn't even know one could have ticklish knees till now and goddammit it really tickled.

"NAHAHAHA!!" Remus turned his head side to side in his mirth. Joyous laughter poured out of Remus uncontrollably.

"I CAHAHAN'T!!" Remus laughed out. "P-PLEHEASE!! MEHEHERCY!!"

Sirius motioned for James and Peter to back off. Remus lay in Sirius' arms giggling his head off. Sirius slowly started drawing little shapes on Remus' belly to make him giggle and scrunch up his nose.

"Tha-that was teherrible.." Remus said tiredly after all of his residual giggles were out.

"You rival Sirius for most ticklish," James exclaimed. Sirius eyerolled.

He gave Remus one last tight squeeze before untangling the two, leaving Remus to relax on the couch and give him some space.

"I can't believe we never tried to see if he was ticklish before!" Peter squeaked excitedly.

"I know right!" James agreed. "I mean we were only going for a few minutes and look at him."

"I wonder if he's got more spots?" Peter wondered outloud.

"Yeah.. anywho we'll find out when he's less tired. Sirius can help us, right Sirius?" James asked looking at Sirius but Sirius was too busy looking at a tired, blushing, post tickle Remus.

"Sirius? Hellooo?" James waved next to him but Sirius was unresponsive. James looked at Peter who just shrugged.

Woo! I did it

Hope you liked 👍

(Please go watch bad batch if you haven't already)

(If you want to that is)

#marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #Tickles #james potter #peter pettigrew #the bad batch #please watch it #Oh and happy Friday #Kk bye #my writing

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weirdbeancurd · 3 months

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Tickle Headcanons for Miguel and an OC

Yippee

Michelle is just my OC which is basically a female, more upbeat version of Miguel from another dimension, they have a sibling relationship and love bothering each other lol

Miguel Ticklishness:8/10

Became even more ticklish after getting his powers

Will growl to avoid laughing (it never works)

Shy about his fangs coming out when laughing, may try to retract them with little success

Worst spots are his thighs (especially the crease between the hips and thighs) and stomach

His claws will come out if you catch him off guard, sometimes latching on to whatever his hands are resting on, Michelle finds this hilarious and does it all the time

Usually a pretty still lee, but will squirm in place if it gets bad

The area on his forearms where his spinnerets are is ticklish, sends shivers down his spine

His lack of spider sense means its possible (but very difficult) to sneak up on him, might scream if you squeeze his thigh as a surprise

Will never directly say he likes being tickled, but it’s pretty obvious, considering he hasn’t murdered his ler

Squeezes his eyes shut when laughing too hard

Can purr when content, sometimes after or while being tickled, but it's rare, he's very embarrassed by this

Ironically weak to nibbles and clawing

Tickling his ears makes him scrunch his shoulders up

WILL seek revenge

Tickles Michelle and Peter regularly to get them to shut up

Uses his fangs for evil (tickling)

Chases his lee, sometimes on all fours, it’s kinda terrifying

Michelle Ticklishness: 8/10

Same sensitivities as Miguel and have the same spots (they are the same person after all)

Can ask for tickles but prefers to pester Miguel to get him to retaliate because it's more fun

Squirms a lot more than Miguel but will try to hold back so she doesn’t hit anyone

Doesn't bother holding back her laughter unless she's trying to annoy Miguel

Will always relax when getting head scritches even if she’s getting tickled, pushing her head into the hand like a cat

Purrs like Miguel but more often

Isn't easily embarrassed, but may try to hide her face in her hair if the teasing gets too much

Grabs onto the wrists of her ler but doesn't pry them away

Likes to sneak in tickles when sparring

Doesn't always seek revenge, but when she does, watch out

Playfully growls while wrecking someone

A master at verbal teasing

Uses her claws for evil (tickling)

Loves tickling Miguel to get him to loosen up, regularly wrecks him

Likes to sneak up on Miguel, but it only works about half of the time despite her specialty in stealth

Likes to use her webs to hold her lee still

#lee!miguel #ticklish!miguel #atsv tickle

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snexy-the-snail · 2 years

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Baby Stark do do (part three?)

I have no idea where I'm going with this and I love that) @wackysideblog

Peter let a content sigh out as his eyes flutter open. As scary as being in the human’s stomach had been in the beginning, this right now was almost comforting. The warmth of the water, the darkness, and the softness that surrounded him. He smiles a bit nuzzling into a plush wall his tentacles lazily exploring the space. He was lucky that Mr. Stark decided that he was worth saving, he would need to make it up to the human for sure!

The water sloshes around with the vibrations of whatever Mr. Stark had gotten into which was also nice. He grins letting a soft chirp out more than pleased when a weight settled over his back, the fleshy wall pressing into him in comforting circles. “You doing alright kiddo?” The voice rumbled all around him sending more ticklish vibrations through his tentacles. “Yeah! M’ okay.” He answers with a small smile.

“Good, good...we’re ah almost there so hang tight, we’ll get you a nice bowl to float around in until the tank is filled.” The human reassures. It was nice that the man was doing so much to make sure he felt at ease. Being caught had been one of the best things to happen to him! Everything swayed as the man started to move again, probably getting the bowl. IF he was being honest peter didn’t exactly want to leave the safety of the stomach for a bowl. At least here he was cozy and comfy, he wasn’t sure how a bowl would feel, and it would probably be cold too.

There was a silence washed over them, well minus the gurgling of the organ around him and the rush of air in the man’s lungs. Unconsciously he starts sticking to the muscle around him, of course it started to tense at the weird feeling. “U-um actually could I…could I stay?”

“…I’m sorry did you say that you wanted to stay in there? In a stomach?”

His cheeks grow red at the comment, immediately hiding his face in embarrassment. “Y-yes..it’s um…it’s warm and soft and..and it’s close to you so no bad things can happen.” Maybe it was silly but being inside the human meant that other predator things couldn’t get him or the mean humans either. He let a soft chirp out before nuzzling into a stomach wall, stifling a grin when he felt a pressure slowly lay over him. After a moment it started to rub comforting circles into him.

“Alright...alright fine. Rhodey, honey bear he wants to stay and yes, I’m sure! I can feel his little grippy tentacles on my stomach lining.”

There was a muffled reply, but he didn’t care too much about it- well at least he didn’t know the other human very well. The two things he knew about Honey bear, or Rhodey was that: 1 he was Mr. Stark’s friend and would do weird human things for him and 2, he did still care about him despite not even knowing who he was.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what he said, what you think that I like having a kid in my gut? News flash Rhodes this is the most hydrated I’ve been in years, and I absolutely hate it.” Came Mr. Stark’s reply to whatever the other had said. He trills quietly, rubbing the stomach lining in apology, the organ seemingly gurgling in contentment at the action. The man sighs, the movement causing a soft rocking with the water. “It’s not your fault kid, this is the furthest from your fault actually.”

A wall slowly pressed into him making him giggle slightly. No matter how gruff the human acted he was always so gentle and sweet with him. Truthfully this was the first time in a while he could remember someone caring for him to this level. His family was all but gone at this point and he had virtually no one to look after him minus this human right here. A small chirp builds up in his chest before he trills reassurances in his mother tongue. It was a lot different than humans speak, more direct and less wordy.

It was nice that Tony let him finish before speaking, a fond chuckle sounding out from around him. “Looks like I’m going to need to learn your language hmm. I got the gist of it though kiddo, you’re safe here and I’ll try not to fuck up caring for you.”

Peter practically preens at the reassurance, cooing gratefully. No matter what anyone said there was no way this man wasn’t a caretaker, he was gentle, soft and just over all oozed safety. “Alright moving again noodles.” The human’s voice was nice too! It was like a nice storm rumbling over the waves of the water. “What are noodles?” It might be a weird human thing honestly, but it sounded so endearing coming from the human.

“You don’t know what noodles are? Man, we are going to have to introduce you to a lot of foods.”

“Do I look like noodles?”

Peter giggles at the snort Mr. Stark let out, squealing when the human poked at him the fleshy wall pushing into him. “You do, like a weird blue bowl of noodles. I’ll show you once we get you out of there.”

“Let’s just wait until the tank is at least half full.”

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It took a few hours before Mr. Stark was poking him again, Peter whining and stretching out the best he could. “Woah- hey not a lot of space there kid.” Mr. Stark complains, the organ briefly tightening around him before releasing. “Sorry Mr. Stark.”

“It’s alright, just pretty weird feeling.”

There was a small pause before he felt the human’s hand cup around his form giving him more support than the organ around him. “You ready to come out? The tank is decently fill and ah- I am going to need to eat real food soon.” As if to prove his point the stomach gurgles and whines loudly. Peter had to admit he felt a tad guilty about overstaying his welcome. It was just too comfortable and felt way more secure than any home he had ever had.

“Yeah…m’ sorry that I stayed too long.” He mumbles, a series of sorrowful and guilty chirps and whines escaping him. He was surprised when all that happened was a light rubbing against his side and a soft sigh joined it. “You’re fine kiddo. You said that this was a safe place, and I wasn’t about to take that away from you.”

Oh that...that was really kind of the human. Peter nuzzles into the soft stomach lining, cooing shakily. Mr. Stark cared enough to make himself uncomfortable to keep him comfortable and make him feel safe.

“Hey, easy there noodles, it’s okay. I’m fine, you’re fine Rhodey is...ah he’s existing at this point.” It was sweet that Mr. Stark was still trying to comfort him even through all this. “I did this willing, you’re not the issue here. Besides it’s not all that bad, I mean the feeling is certainly something.”

“R-right can...um..can I come out now? I kind wanna see my tank.” He mumbles looking up anxiously, his tentacles writhing around to match his mood. The muscle around him tensed slightly probably at the odd feeling of him being in there. He wasn’t sure if he would like the feeling in his own stomach. “…Alright let’s get you out.”

The muscle tensed up around him, squeezing at him awkwardly as it tried forcing him up. After a second he decided to help out, using his tentacles to haul himself up until the throat muscles managed to grab a hold on to his torso. The rest was a blur before he was slipping into familiar calloused hands. His tentacles immediately wrapping around fingers for comfort.

“Let’s get you in the tank.” Mr. Stark half wheezes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Oh right- he came up with a lot of the water in the human’s stomach. “Tones, come on man he’s been sitting in your stomach for like four hours, at least rinse him off.” The other human- Honey Bear- says.

“You know, not a bad idea.” Mr. Stark chuckles, his other hand reaching behind him and the sound of running water reaching his ears. Peter turns around quickly squealing in delight at the waterfall behind him. He sighs happily practically melting as he was moved under the stream. It was nice to rinse off a little considering the mucus was thick and a little too slimy for his liking.

A pleased hum escapes him, more so when he felt the callouses of the human’s thumb lightly rub his back. It was heaven truthfully, the feeling just so gentle and almost…parental. Would Mr. Stark be willing to be his caregiver? He wasn’t sure and he was too embarrassed to ask.

“Tank time buddy, we even made sure the temperature was at a decent level.”

He hums lazily, whining when the stream of water ended. He huffs when Mr. Stark had the audacity to laugh at him! He chitters unhappily, his little rant being cut off by the light rubbing returning to his back. “I think he needs a nap.” Honey bear’s voice comes, Peter ignoring it in favor of focusing on the nice feeling of swaying and the rubbing.

“He’s taken like serval naps in my gut thank you.” That was Mr. Stark for sure. He hums happily, gripping the fingers lazily. “Yeah, but he’s had a stressful day, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was tired again.”

Cool water flooded all around him making his face scrunch up unhappily. He blinks his eyes open looking up at Mr. Stark with a betrayed look. He guessed it was fine, cause seconds later the human’s thumb brushed against his cheek. The feeling of rough skin against his was oddly comforting, maybe because it was Mr. Stark.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m so mean kiddo, but why don’t you explore a bit mm? Tell us what’s missing.” The fingers he had a grip on wriggling slightly, Peter reluctantly releasing his grip on them. He hoped that he would be held a lot, it was a nice feeling, well at least it was with Mr. Stark he wasn’t sure how nice it would be with another human. “It’s cold.” He complains looking up at the man with a pout.

His pout only growing when Mr. Stark had the audacity to laugh! At him!! “It’s probably going to a little cooler, I mean I run a bit hotter than the outside.” Mr. Stark points out. It was weird seeing how big humans were compared to him. He whines lifting his arms up hoping to convince Mr. Stark to pick him back up.

“Explored a little bit, then we’ll talk.” Mr. Stark says shooing him off. Honey bear shook his head with an amused expression before speaking. “Look at you Tony, getting all soft and mushy.”

Mr. Stark scoffs and puts his middle finger up at the other human, though he was smiling a little bit. “I am not getting all soft, he��s a kid they’re like biologically meant to be all clingy or something.” He finishes by lightly patting his head, Peter preening at the attention. “But seriously, go poke around and tell me what you think of the tank, we can add or take away whatever you want kiddo.”

As much as Peter didn’t want to leave Tony’s side, (it was weird after being snugly tucked inside of him) he was a tad curious about what his new home would look like. He turns his attention to the bottom of the tank, ducking under the water to fully inspect his home now. The sand was soft, and white which was nice. He got lost in thought as he explored the huge tank, touching the plants, exploring the little decorations everything. The water was also starting to warm up too which was nice. It wasn’t as soft or warm as being in the human’s stomach, but it was better to be able to stretch out fully here.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed but he was getting tired. Honey bear was right he was tired, and it had been a really stressful and weird day. He heads to the surface, blinking as he got used to the feeling of air on his face. He whines when the humans didn’t immediately look over, chirping until he got Mr. Stark’s attention. “I’m coming I’m coming, no need to go all car alarm on me.”

Peter immediately lifted his arms up, grabbing to the man. He lets a pleased trill out when a hand dipped into the water, immediately clinging onto it with his tentacles. Humans were so much warmer than he ever realized, and he was loving it. “Hey, let’s not go to sleep on my hand, Peter? Peter- oh you little shit.”

Peter giggles sleepily as he gets comfortable, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. This was perfect. He had a nice human caregiver, a nice home and! He was going to be protected here, what more could he ask for? He smiles to himself as he drifts off to sleep.

#soft vore #marvel vore #avengers vore #safe vore #baby stark do do

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theperfectlovestory · 2 years

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Sleeping In

Summary: Natasha invited you for a movie night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: Fluff, Sexual implications

Theme: soft, fluff

Word Count: 1, 032

You were once again invited to the Avengers movie nights. It's their way to distress after a long, taxing mission. It's also a way to keep Pepper from writing long documentation reports on why Tony Stark spent thousands of dollars throwing a party for the most random, insignificant things

Under the compound, you are Natasha Romanoff's guest, you have the right to go in and out whenever you please. Natasha's Black Widow badge in your company ID lace made sure of that but you never overextend your welcome. You only come when Natasha invites you, very rarely the others for random things such as Wanda baking too much muffin or Yelena wanting to tour New York when she's back from her mission to free the Widows

But tonight, you're just Natasha's girlfriend. You're wearing your most comfortable sweater and shorts cuddled under the blanket with Natasha's heat radiating on the side of your body

The light from the television is the only thing illuminating the room, with the occasional cellphones opening and closing but the room is full of sounds, the dialogues, background music, the laughter and commentary thoughts of the members, the light chatter. You were all focused on the familial vibe of the room when Natasha squeezed your hand, making you look up, searching for her eyes

"Are you comfortable?" She asked as she pulled you closer to her by the waist

"Yeah" you nod "Being with you brings me the most comfort"

Natasha's cheeks flushed red. She's been called a lot of things, she's been all kinds of person, but she was never a comfort for anyone. It made her heart flutter, warmth spread inside of her

Natasha buried her face at the crook of your neck and you chuckled while rubbing her arm soothingly

“You have too much sweetness coming out of your mouth” she whispered

“That’s how you attract the bees and butterflies” You responded jokingly and it’s her turn to laugh

“You definitely did attract an insect but it’s neither a bee nor a butterfly” Natasha raised her head, peppering your neck with kisses and soft bites, gently sucking on your skin

You started giggling as the ticklish feeling of her lips and teeth crawl under your skin, attracting the attention of the Avengers to the two of you

Tony had a knowing smirk, your red face giving it away

"Romanoff, are you really trying to score while everyone is here?" He teased and Natasha only rolled her eyes

"I'm not trying to do anything" she denied but her hand slowly traveled down your legs

"Nat" you whispered but she kept a straight face so you had to bite your lip to stay quiet

"Whatever you're doing, keep it PG, the kids are here" Steve warned and your eyes traveled to Peter who looks flushed, Kate who innocently tilted her head and Yelena's disgusted face at her sister's actions

Seeing their faces made you more embarrassed than anything so you moved away from Natasha's hand and made her pout in response. You leaned in on her ears and whispered

"We can have a little more fun next time" and as you move away, Nat's frown turns to a grin. You knew you bit more than you can chew but if it's Natasha, she'll take care of you

You didn't realize you've fallen asleep after the first movie, you only felt Natasha's hand collecting you and the blanket in her arms with all the intention to bring you to her room so you can sleep properly. This woke you up and you suddenly felt shy as you look around the other members

"Is the movie over? I can go back home" you said, voice still raspy from the sleep

"What? No, it's already too late" Natasha said, you open your phone and read the time, it's already almost 2 am

"There are still ride services at this time" you answered and started to collect your things but Natasha's hand stopped you

"Is there something wrong with sleeping here? Is the place not comfortable enough?" She asked and you shook your head

"It's comfortable, I'm just—" you averted your eyes away from Natasha who remained still and quiet for a few second before speaking in a lower, sad tone

"Are you not comfortable sleeping with me?"

Her tone was sad, broken. It was low, like she's scared to even ask. You whipped your head back to look at her, immediately denying her claim

"No!" You said, your hands gently lifting her head so her eyes will meet yours "I just feel a bit embarrassed since this is where heroes live, I'm sure some of them wants to have space of their own, without civilian always intruding…" your voice got lower and quieter

Natasha touched your hands that's on her face and brought your palm on her lips to kiss

"Oh love, you're not just a normal civilian. Here you are my guest, someone important to me. Don't think of yourself as a stranger but a family"

"Family…" your heart leaped at the word and Natasha's smile assured you "Okay"

"Great" Natasha stood bringing you along with her "You okay to sleep here now?" You nodded and her smile widen as she lead you to her room

Natasha takes small steps in a relationship, she's guarded and careful and you understand that, you show it with patience and encouragement and the way you respect her personal space. It might seem trivial, but to you, respecting the other people she love and care about is one of your way to ensure that Natasha's big leap is one she wouldn't regret taking

Bonus:

"Is this why you never visit me even if I go radio silence for days?" She asked and you sheepishly nodded "You'd rather wait for me, worrying yourself bald than to cross some personal space?" Her raised brow made you realize how ridiculous it was you're acting

"I mean...my rule is, I will go if you disappear for like...a week or so" your voice got quieter every word and Natasha laughed, finding you extremely adorable

"Detka, you will be the death of me" she responded as she shake her head

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff imagine #nat drabbles #black widow #black widow x reader #mcu imagine

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amazingmsme · 6 months

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do u have any npmd headcanons? ive been obsessed with it the last couple days but the tk fanbase is basically non existent </3

Anon: do you have any tickle hcs for the npmd characters? excited 4 your spankoffski bros fic later this month ❤️

Sorry it took a while, but I finally got around to finishing these! This got a little long because I have a lot of Thoughts about these nerdy prudes (& jock)

Gotta start off with the queen p herself,

Grace Chasity

Even tho she’s an only child, she’s a great babysitter so I think she’s a very silly & playful ler

That said, she’s absolutely the kind of annoying preppy kid who’s way too friendly & thinks you’re close when you’re like, acquaintances at best & will try to tickle you randomly

Steph has actually punched her because she expected it to be Max or another bully. She said she was sorry even tho she wasn’t really that sorry lmao

She thinks that tickling is a wholesome enough activity to allow her peers to engage in it (yes, ALLOW them)

She prefers to give out quick pokes or squeezes rather than outright tickling unless she considers you a close friend

She prefers to be more on the giving end for some particular reason (power trip)

She’s pretty moderately ticklish in all the usual spots, probably a solid 6 out of 10 in total

She associates it with family bonding & her parents tickled her a lot as a kid, so it reminds her of a happy time in her life

Her worst spots are her tummy, neck & feet

Ruth

This poor touch starved baby is so lee you have no idea

She’s definitely more lee than ler mostly because she’s too shy to initiate anything herself

The only ones that are exempt are Peter & Richie because she’s gotta find some way to assert dominance in their group

Her favorite target is Richie because it’s the easiest way to win their playful arguments

The only place that’s off limits are her underarms. She’s way too self conscious to let anyone try to tickle her there & she’s afraid it would hurt because of the blisters, but she’s ticklish in plenty other places so she’s still easily wreckable

She’s absolutely part of this community are you kidding? She has a blog & writes fics & everything. She daydreams about her friends tickling her & cuddling her but she could never bring herself to tell them that she likes it

They know tho, she tries to entice them by stretching a lot & being sassy & it works most of the time. She also never tells them to stop either

Her most ticklish spots are her neck/ears, ribs & back

She gets so excited but also so NERVOUS if she thinks you’re about to tickle her, it’s the cutest thing ever. She stutters a lot & backs up & when she finally tries to make a run for it, she kinda just goes back & forth because she doesn’t know the best escape route & gets caught so easily

Has a really sweet, high pitched giggle that she thinks is embarrassing & she covers her face whenever she’s tickled

She has to work herself up to tickle someone, even if she’s getting revenge

Her first instinct when tickled is to curl up & hide

She gets really flustered when asked if she’s ticklish & it’s obvious that she is even when she insists she “really isn’t guys!”

Richie

He’s got the power of God & anime on his side, & he’ll need it with how ticklish he is!

He’s so jittery & twitchy any time you touch him because he’s used to his friends randomly tickling him because he always has such funny reactions

Flails around & screams before cackling at the top of his lungs

He likes to talk a big game to try & scare you off but as soon as your hands touch his sides he’s crumbling to the ground

Dude always wears shorts no matter the weather so his knees are free real estate

He also wears baggy shirts & hoodies so it’s so easy for Peter & Ruth to slip their hands inside when he’s least expecting it

Gets giggly & panicky right before an attack & desperately tries to bargain for a way out (it never works)

Despite how ticklish he is, he’s usually the one to instigate

It’s his go to method for winning an argument against Ruth, so long as she doesn’t strike first

He likes to deliver rapid pokes or squeezes while acting like he’s not doing anything

When he’s tickling his friends, he just carries on the conversation but he’s talking way louder to be heard over their laughter

He’s not super easily embarrassed because he’s fully aware cringe is dead but if you do get him to blush, he turns BRIGHT red

When he laughs he squints his eyes & leans forward & usually holds onto someone for support

He has a very loud & borderline shrill laugh

His worst spots are his ribs, sides, & knees (specifically the backs but you didn’t hear it from me)

Peter

This poor dude is SO lee coded, sorry I don’t make the rules

He’s the younger brother so Automatic Lee

Ted used to play goofy tickle games with him & now that he’s older he insists he’s “grown out of it” but Ted still instigates their old shenanigans. Sometimes he just gets a lil nostalgic & decides to torment his baby bro

Peter tries to act like he can’t stand them, but secretly he has just as much fun as Ted. It reminds him of when they used to be closer & things weren’t as bad, & it’s a way for them to connect after years of growing apart

That said, he will still fight tooth & nail to get away because he knows how ruthless Ted can be when it comes to him

Wasn’t until he was in high school that Peter really started gunning for revenge

Out of the nerd trio, he’s def the favorite target. He’s got a really adorable, infectious laugh & is kinda uncoordinated with his king gangly limbs, so he’s an easy target

When he tries to be the only reasonable one, they’ll tickle him until he caves in to their demands

He’s so skinny so the boney areas like ribs, hips & knees are gonna be major hot spots, but he’s crazy ticklish pretty much everywhere

He acts annoyed & put out after he’s tickled because he doesn’t want anyone to know he doesn’t really mind it, but he kinda over corrects into the “I’ve been waiting five fucking years” asshole territory

He has a very traditional, dorky laugh that’s high pitched & loud & he snorts a lot & it embarrasses him to no end but once Steph heard it she’s like “no this is the greatest sound I’ve ever heard”

He gets super giggly if you even threaten him with tickles & he starts to protect himself by hugging his arms around his chest but it does NOTHING to help & only gives them a clue as to where he’s ticklish

He either thrashes around like a bull in a china cabinet or curls up like an armadillo, those are your options

His laugh has a wide range from high pitched giggles to loud dorky cackles & it’s the best. He & Ted have a similar laugh

Peter likes to tease him that he got his tickle spots from him & is always forced to take it back

Literally a walking tickle spot, but his worst spots are knees, hips, ribs neck/ears & back. Dude is too ticklish for his own good

Steph

My favorite girlie pop, she tries to act so cool & aloof but she is actually sooo ticklish it’s not even funny (can’t stand the new trend of making all the girl characters unstoppable lers & not very ticklish while giving all the attention to the men. Girl bosses can be ticklish too!)

That said, she can do a pretty good job of hiding it if she doesn’t like the person trying to tickle her. But if her guard is down & she’s in a good mood, she’s a giggly mess in seconds

I think trying to hard to be the cool kid & the mayors daughter puts a lot of stress on her, so she’s pretty willing to let herself laugh & have fun otherwise

She only tickles people she’s close or comfortable with, but she likes to strike when they’re least expecting it

She has long nails & knows how to use them to get the best reactions

Her methods range from lightly dragging her nails over your skin to quick scribbles to ruthless squeezes. Her attacks are sporadic to keep her lee guessing & on the edge of their seat!

When she teases, it’s a lot of compliments & cooing over you & trust me, it’s just as flustering as it sounds

Just because she can hold her own in a tickle fight doesn’t mean she’s not devastatingly ticklish in her own right. She tries to claim she’s not as ticklish as she actually is, but it’s evident by how hard she’s laughing

Her laugh is really sweet & honestly such a bright sound it literally lights up a room. & don’t even get me started on her smile

Before she cracks & laughs she has the widest grin you’ve ever seen because she’s determined to stay tough & strong. It always starts with a giggle & works it’s way up to loud bubbly laughter

She has dimples but only when she’s REALLY smiling so most people don’t know. But you can see them when she’s getting tickled

She’s a squirmer but other than that, doesn’t really fight back aside from normal thrashing

Her most ticklish spots are her thighs, tummy & armpits but her neck & ears are also pretty high up there

Pete is in love with her laugh almost as much as she’s in love with his (when it comes to being a simp my girl takes the cake)

Max

Mean little shit but I know y’all would be disappointed if I didn’t include him (& honestly so would I)

Is a switch at heart but forces himself to be full ler because “only chicks like being tickled” (whatever you say bro)

Has actually used tickling to bully the nerds for a short while after the anti bullying assembly because “it doesn’t count if I don’t hurt them!” But it wore off kinda quick because he just liked hurting them more jxgaakdhf

He’ll still resort to it if he’s in a better mood than normal or wants to embarrass more than maim

Peter & Richie are the usual victims of this kind of torment, but he treats them a lot nicer when he’s tickling them than when he uses other methods

Still an asshole & his teases border more on the lines of bullying because he’s gotta stick to the brand

His normal victims tho are the other jocks. They roughhouse a lot & while he’s asserted his dominance as the top dog at school, during tickle fights his friends aren’t as scared to stand up to him & give him a taste of his own medicine

He gets a little too into it when tickling someone & can get a little rough sometimes. If he realizes he’s hurting rather than tickling he’ll be sure to lighten his touch because that’s not his goal at the moment

When he’s tickled he tries to throw punches so watch out! But if it’s his friends he’ll purposefully miss but try to act like he’s fighting for his life because there’s no way he likes this! It’s not fun, you’re making him laugh against his will!

Spoiler alert he does think it’s fun tho, he just won’t say

Poor Grace is his absolute favorite victim & he will launch surprise attacks on her in the halls when she least expects it. & while she does think it’s fun & wholesome, she knows that he doesn’t see it like that because he’s just a dirty dude! So she gets all flustered & huffy when he does it & he thinks she’s super hot when she’s angry & worked up

She’s got so fed up with his shit she gets in his face like “let’s see how YOU like it!” & his heart’s beating so fast because she’s so close to him & he’s right about to make a move & kiss her but instead screams at the top of his lungs when she digs into his sides

He’s more ticklish than he’s willing to admit & is more sensitive on the more toned parts of his body like abs, thighs & shoulders with his belly being his most ticklish spot

He’s lowkey embarrassed by tickling because he thinks it’s fun & makes him feel all giddy so he tries not to end up of the receiving end. It still happens tho😊

In one of the infinite timelines in Hatchetfield, the nerds’ plan works as planned & Max loves the party so much that he realizes he had them pegged all wrong & starts to hang out with them & is over all nicer to them & he doles out lots of playful tickle attacks on his favorite dorks

That’s all I got for now! Hope y’all enjoy, stay nerdy!

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Hide and Seek

~6500 words of ler!loki fluff

CW: light swearing. Otherwise SFW.

As you army-crawled through an air vent of the Avengers Compound, you reminisced on some of the times the euphemism “sticky situation” was most applicable to you.

There was that time when you got the hiccups during a funeral. A mild embarrassment, nothing too drastic.

Another time, perhaps a bit more drastic, is when the branch you were perched on cracked just as an enemy convoy was passing underneath. You scrambled for another hold and managed to swing your body behind the large oak tree before the bullets could catch you.

Or that time an enemy clocked you from behind and knocked you unconscious. You woke up in a cage that was about to be dropped into the ocean when one of your colleagues, undercover on the bad guys’ side, took them all out and pulled you back onto the boat. That one took a little while longer to recover from, emotionally.

You could list off dozens of these cases. All of them mostly turned out okay because, hey, you were still alive. But dodging bullets, escaping cages, and a loud hiccup during a eulogy paled in comparison, in your mind, to the situation that had occurred not ten minutes prior to you crawling through this vent.

It was a relatively quiet morning in the compound. Most of the team, including you, had returned from a peacekeeping mission two days prior. Injuries were healing, nothing major, some minor scratches and bruises. Sam had a cracked rib and that was the worst of it really.

Leaving the comfort of your bed, you showered and slipped on some exercise clothing for the recovery training you’d do later in the day, then left your bedroom. Yawning loudly, you walked down the hallway to the kitchen in search of coffee. Wanda had just made a fresh pot. You could have kissed her. Instead, you hugged her tight from behind, declaring your love, and she cracked a smile, pouring you a mug and handing it to you without a word.

You blew on the steam as you two walked into the living room together and sat on the armchairs, chatting about the training you’d do later today and the movie you’d watched with Peter and Bruce last night.

“Ah, good morning, fair maidens” Thor’s voice boomed cheerily as he passed through the living room and noticed the coffee in your hands, nodding approvingly and seemingly going in search of his own.

“Where’s Vision?” You asked, taking another sip and leaning back in the chair.

“Mmm,” Wanda swallowed her sip and smiled, rolling her eyes, “Off doing this and that, being a pain in my ass.” Her playful tone told you she wasn’t actually annoyed at him. You giggled, knowing Vision had his ways of being painfully… Well, Vision.

“What’s he up to this time?”

“What’s who up to, this time?” Thor asked as he plopped himself down on the largest sofa, comically small cup of coffee in hand.

Wanda shook her hand dismissively, “Vis has been trying to be a more traditional boyfriend. Being sneaky and playful, trying to surprise me, things like that.”

“Ah! Excellent,” Thor grinned with a single nod of content. “He means to make you feel happy.”

“He does,” Wanda agreed, “Though I’d appreciate him not trying to jump out and tickle me every time I walk into our bedroom. Oh, ‘scuse me.” She noticed her phone ringing from the table and summoned it to her hand with her magic, as if it were a normal thing that someone would do.

Thor laughed and pointed at Wanda as she rushed out of the room, “Yes, a classic! Jane used to love it when I would get her laughing.” Wanda rolled her eyes but flashed him a smile as she left.

“She did?” You asked, carefully and incredulously. You and Thor were now alone in the living room.

“Oh yes,” Thor smiled and sipped his coffee again. “Women love to pretend they hate it, but it makes them happy to be tickled.”

You felt a bit of blush creep into your cheeks so you raised your mug to your lips, “I think that depends on the woman, Thor. Besides, not every woman is ticklish.” You cleared your throat and sipped your coffee nervously.

“I’m afraid I agree with the young agent here, brother.”

Your stomach tightened a bit as Loki sauntered into the room. Great. The last thing you needed was the tall, dark and handsome God of Mischief entering this conversation. He sat himself in the armchair across from you and made himself comfortable as he eyed the coffee in your hands, perhaps considering finding a cup for himself.

“Morning,” you smiled briefly and politely, then turned to Thor to try and change the subject, “How is Jane, anyway?”

“Oh she is very well, she-”

“Now, hang on a moment,” Loki interjected and looked at you with curiosity, though you could see a flash of mischief behind his eyes. “I don’t believe this conversation was over.”

“You’re right, Loki. It’s not over. We segued into something else,” you explained slowly and snarkily, like he was a child, “That’s how conversations work on earth.” You tried your best to look casual and collected, but you couldn’t ignore the pricks of heat in your cheeks. Neither could Loki and, now that you just talked down to him like an infant, he wasn’t going to let it slide.

“Oh, but I had questions,” Loki mused, “because if it depends on the woman… how about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you ticklish?”

You scoffed to hide the alarm bells that went off inside your head. Loki leaned forward in his chair, eyes trained on you to read every movement and reaction. You knew you had to tread very, very carefully. Loki learning you were helplessly ticklish was not high on your list of things you’d like to happen today. Being around him, you already had to compose yourself enough to not get flustered by his intense stare, his harmless flirting and playful nature. He already had enough power over you. But you couldn’t say no, because everyone says no and that’s just asking for it, so you tried to play it off.

Shrugging, you looked him calmly in the eyes and smiled, “Sure, a little bit. Isn’t everyone?”

Loki looked at you suspiciously, still trying to weed out any weakness, “And you’re just admitting that, are you?”

You laughed and shrugged again, “Why would I lie? People who try to tickle me get bored after a couple seconds because my reaction isn’t juicy enough. It’s not that bad.” You sipped your coffee and shot a glance at Thor, who seemed to have bought it.

“So where are you most ticklish, young maiden?” Thor asked innocently. You laughed again and shook your head, placing your coffee on the table and turning to rest your legs over the arm of the chair. You needed to appear relaxed, unafraid.

“That’s not information people willingly divulge, Thor.”

“Come now!” He laughed, “Why not? I’m most ticklish right here,” he declared, pointing to his hip. Loki watched your breath become shallower, still deciphering, plotting.

“Of course you’re not afraid to admit it, you’re incredibly strong,” you pointed out. “The rest of us have to contend with mere human strength, and the looming threats of demigods who would find any excuse to torture us.” You shot a glare at Loki, but felt the colour drain from your face when his features noticeably lit up with victory.

“Torture?” He mused, leaning back in his chair with a shit-eating grin. “Strong word for someone who’s… now, how did you put it? Just “a little bit” ticklish.” He put air quotes around the words he used against you.

“You know what I meant,” you scoffed again but a nervous laugh slipped through.

“Brother, I think I’m making her nervous,” Loki commented with a glance at Thor.

“No you’re not,” you lied, but you felt your composure slipping.

“Do you enjoy it?” He suddenly learned forward again, grinning when you flinched.

Your heart started beating just a little bit faster. “E-even though it’s not that bad, I still don’t enjoy it.” You tried not to stammer through your fib.

“Why not?” Thor laughed heartily, “It’s fun!”

“Not for everyone,” you snapped back a little too anxiously. Frustrated at yourself for losing your composure, you tried to reign it back in.

“Aw, come now,” Thor winked at you and teased, as if it were obvious to him, “You know you love being trapped and made to laugh.” You visibly shifted in self-consciousness and Loki’s plot began taking shape.

“Well she’s only ever been tickled for a couple of seconds, brother,” Loki interjected again with a false innocence, as if he were clarifying a fact. He then shot forward to the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees, a viscous smirk plastered across his face, speaking slowly and agonisingly, “How do you know you don’t enjoy it as Thor does? If you’ve never been trapped and made to laugh.”

“Hmm. You make a good point, Loki. You should consider that,” he nodded to you and sipped his mug, now fully aware of the devilish duel of wits and composure between you and his younger brother.

Your head spun as you tried to gather yourself. This couldn’t be happening. How did all the stars align for this conversation to occur when less than five minutes ago you were drinking coffee and chatting with your best friend?

“The same way I know,” you started, controlling your breathing, “That I wouldn’t like my leg to be cut off.”

Loki laughed sharply and leaned back again in his seat, like a lazy king on his throne. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he dismantled you with his eyes. You immediately knew you’d spoken too drastically again.

“Your leg. Cut off.” He played with his fingers and spoke to Thor, not breaking his gaze on you. “The girl is unbelievably ticklish, brother. Look at how flustered she is.” He titled his head down and gave you a downright predatory stare, “She’s terrified of what I’m about to do.”

“No I’m not!” You urged through clenched teeth, but it was just the panic of being caught. The panic of Loki declaring his intentions. Loki stood slowly, and you quickly got to your feet and leapt behind your chair for protection. Thor looked on in amusement, knowing full well that you were screwed. It was going to happen, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Drop the act,” Loki sighed and tugged his sleeves slightly away from his wrists, “and let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Loki, no.” You readied yourself to bolt.

“You never answered my question,” Thor laughed from the couch and wiggled his eyebrows at you, making this all so much worse. “What’s your most ticklish spot, little spy?”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed it again. Loki put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. “A useless question, brother. She’d only lie,” he sighed, cocked his head the other way and hummed sadly, speaking as though the situation pained him, “I’ll have to find it myself.”

“Don’t.” You held out a hand and flinched again, but he hadn’t yet moved. For some reason, his look of calm indifference was much more terrifying than the mischievous smirks and grins he wore before. He looked at you, stone cold, then tilted his head towards the door.

“Would you like the mercy of a head start?”

“I- You-... you can’t-” Your knuckles turned white from your grip on the back of the armchair as you stammered nervously. With a growl of frustration you took off down the hallway.

You’d always been quick and light on your feet, a trait that served you well as a spy. Something that didn’t serve you well is how short of a time it had been since you moved into the compound; you didn’t know many secret passages or good places to hide. Granted, it hadn’t been long since Loki had been brought here to stay, so he probably didn’t know either.

Not wanting to disadvantage yourself by trying to determine how far he was behind you, you opted to run as far away as you could before seeking a place to hide. Maybe he’d search each room on the way. Maybe he’d give up if you hid for hours.

A glimmer of hope appeared at the end of the hallway you just turned down. “Peter!” You whispered loudly. He whipped his head around in confusion as he saw you quickly approaching. In a split-second decision, you decided it would be better if Peter didn’t know why you were running. You loved the kid like a little brother but, hell, he had no poker face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, reading panic on your face. You quickly grinned.

“Hide and seek,” you lied, pulling him by the arm to run with you. “I need an air vent entrance.”

The teenager’s eyes lit up with joy and he grinned at the prospect of helping you win the game, and that you trusted him to A: know where the secret spots were, and B: keep your secrets safe.

“This way,” he whispered back and kept running in the direction you were already going. A door slammed in the far distance behind you, so you knew Loki was now on the move. The chase was on.

He led you into a large foyer area and you felt very exposed, turning to keep an eye on all the entrances. “Up there!” Peter pointed to the ceiling and you winced in panic. It was at least forty feet from the ground. You looked at him with pleading eyes and he grinned, holding his hand high in the air. He shot a web at the ceiling and was pulled towards it quickly. His fingers fiddled with the latch as he grunted, “it’s stuck!”

“Hurry!” You whispered loudly. Another door slammed closer by and you gasped in panic, your stomach growling with a lack of food and your nerves being on edge.

After several more agonising moments he declared, “Got it!” and pulled himself inside.

Not three seconds later, you sensed a presence in one of the foyer entrances about thirty feet behind you. You froze.

“Disappointing,” Loki’s dark rasp filled the room, “I would have thought you’d come up with a better escape route.”

You turned to look at him, but concealed the smirk on your face. He didn’t think you had an escape. He didn’t know about Peter. You held your hands high in the air, appearing to Loki as if you were surrendering, but Peter knew what to do. You heard the small sound of release and, less than a second later, felt a strong stringy substance wrap around your knuckles and interlace through your fingers. You clenched your fists and smirked at Loki before tugging to signal to Peter.

Loki noticed what was happening and charged at you with a growl, but it was too late. Peter’s super-strength and the stretchiness of the web careened you towards the ceiling where he caught your hands and pulled you into the large vent, releasing the webs from your fingers after you were safely inside. You stuck your head out of the vent and grabbed the side of the panel.

“Better luck next time,” you called to Loki and slammed it shut, suddenly losing your false confidence and breathing deep breaths of relief. “Thank you, Peter. You saved my life.”

“But… he found you,” Peter’s eyebrows knitted together, “Doesn’t he win?”

“He has to catch me,” you explained.

“W-why are you so nervous?” Peter chuckled, clearly confused.

You sighed and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s better I don’t tell you,” you smiled sadly, “You’ll need plausible deniability if Loki catches you too.”

“What, why?!”

“Thanks, Peter!” You whispered loudly and turned, and rushed in a crouched scurry towards where you thought your room may be.

So there you were, crawling through the vents on your stomach so you could move as quietly as possible. You peaked occasionally through one of the panelled doors, only once catching sight of Loki, who looked eerily bored. You occasionally paused to listen and feel for another presence in the vent, but none came.

With your general knowledge of the building you were in and the peaks you got at the hallway, you thought you’d be able to find the vent to your room, which would be a safe-haven. Though, it was proving difficult. Your watch told you you’d been in the vent for forty minutes and you felt pretty lost.

“Friday,” you whispered at your watch. “Please show me my room.”

“Of course,” Friday whispered back, following protocol to be subtle if spoken to in secrecy. A hologram appeared showing your room in its current state.

“Any life detected there?”

“None at all.”

“Great, please lock the door.”

“Door has been shut and locked.”

You heard a door shut and lock click not too far away and you swelled with hope. The compound was programmed so each patron had full exclusive access to their room, which could only be overridden in case of emergency. You couldn’t see into anyone else’s room, no one could see into yours. It was a feature you were very grateful for at this moment in time. Suddenly, the hologram of your room was replaced by Tony’s confused face. You audibly gasped and slammed a hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

“Hey, Jason Bourne,” he quipped, clearly in the middle of something in his lab, “What are you doing in my vents?”

“Hiding,” you shrugged.

“From?”

“Loki.”

“Uh-huh. And why, might I ask?”

“... Personal reasons.”

“I see,” his head tilted down as he did something that sounded like tightening a bolt. “You know, I’d probably meddle in whatever little game you’re playing if he hadn’t thrown me out a window when we first met.”

“Considering I’ve never thrown you out a window, how about you give me access to the compound data so I can track his movements?”

“Hmm, nah,” he winced as he tightened the bolt to its full security, “I’m firmly Switzerland. But bet’s on you, superspy!”

And with that, his face was gone. You breathed a sigh of relief and crawled towards where you heard your door shut.

When you finally reached your room, you carefully undid the latch and thanked the heavens your ceiling wasn’t also forty feet tall. You dropped and rolled, protecting your body as you finally felt safe in your room. Looking up at the panel, you wondered…

“Hey, Friday?”

“Yes?”

“Any chance you could close the air vent in my room?” It snapped shut. You smiled. “Thank you.”

Breathing another sigh of relief, you collapsed onto your bed and tried to calm your racing mind. You searched your brain for solutions, for ways out of this, but the inevitability of the situation slowly came crashing down. You would eventually have to leave your room, Loki would see you, he would chase you, he would eventually catch you and pin you down. He’d test every inch of your body, without mercy, until he discovered where you were most sensitive. And the worst part; he’d maybe discover that you liked it.

You’d told the truth earlier, about not having ever been tickled for a long period of time, but something about the conversation excited you. Life as a spy - everything was calculated. Aside from brief moments of affection with your best friend Wanda, or a fellow agent’s arm around your waist as you had posed undercover, you didn’t get to experience affectionate touch all that often. Loki’s fingers would be evil and determined and you weren’t sure you could classify them as affectionate… but it was a game, right? It’s supposed to be fun. At least, Thor was right, you found it fun, and you longed for those moments of release and carefree vulnerability.

You listened to music and did stretches in your room on a yoga mat for almost an hour before remembering you needed to eat. Some protein bars in your bedside table did the trick and staved off hunger for a little while longer. Lounging on your bed, you surfed Netflix until you found a docuseries that looked interesting. Three episodes later, you had almost drifted off when there was a knock on your door.

“Dinner time!” Steve’s friendly voice called, he tried to open the door but noticed it was locked. “We missed you at training. You feelin’ alright?”

“Fine! Just getting changed,” you fibbed and suddenly felt your cheeks flush hot at the prospect of seeing Loki at dinner.

“I’ll wait for you,” he offered. Not knowing what to say, you swore under your breath and pulled on socks and sneakers. Your sports shorts would have to do for now, and you pulled a hoodie over your t-shirt. You still felt exposed, but knew Steve would get suspicious if you waited any longer. You opened the door and he smiled at you as you shut it behind yourself.

“What’s for dinner?” You asked casually as you glanced up and down the hall for any sign of a certain demigod on a mission.

“Uh, I think Wanda’s made some Sokovian dish. It’s their independence day so she wanted to do something a little special.”

A smile pulled at your lips, “That’s nice.”

He chatted happily to you as you walked towards the kitchen together, discussing how training went today. You tried to engage in conversation but your mind was elsewhere, your hands wrung nervously in the pocket of your hoodie. Right before you were about to enter the living room, Steve’s eye caught a door and he did a double-take.

“Oh hey, the tape is gone. It must be all done. Have you seen this?” He nodded excitedly at a room you were about to pass and stopped in his tracks. “It’s a movie theatre, check it out.” He opened the door and you peered inside.

The room was dimly lit and housed a large number of comfortable lounging chairs and couches, all dark crimson. A pristine popcorn machine sat against the wall out of the way of the immensely large screen, and a small interactive screen on the wall, you guessed, was for selecting any movie you wanted. You grinned and shook your head, “Tony’s too good to us.”

“Yeah,” Steve made a noise of agreement. “It’s cosy and large and,” you furrowed your eyebrows when you felt his hand at the small of your back, then his voice turned low and menacing “it’s also completely soundproof.” You didn’t have a chance to question him before he shoved you inside and swung the heavy door shut behind him. The force of his shove caused you to stumble but not fall, you whipped your head around just in time to see the worst possible thing happen.

“Ohhh shit.” You watched in horror as the illusion of Steve lifted from Loki’s body, and he stood there with that same cold and indifferent look on his face. “Oh, SHIT!” You yelped again and backed up instinctively.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said in a low growl.

“No. No, no, NO!” You whined and took steps backwards as he took them towards you. “Loki, please,” you winced as your eyes darted around looking for the best way to jump in and around the sofas to make it back to the door, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to evade him. “Mercy, please.” You held out a hand as if to command him to stop taking steps towards you.

He shook his head, “You’ve had your mercy.”

“A head start is not mercy!” You whined, sensing the wall close behind you. “It made this all so much worse.”

“Not my fault you took the chance to run,” he smirked.

“It was your suggestion!”

“You took it.”

“Why shouldn’t I?!”

He smirked when your back hit the wall and you slowly sank down to the floor, cowering with your arms clamped down to protect as much of your torso as you could. He crouched in front of you and met your eyes with a startling intensity. "I'm the God of Mischief."

His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. You gasped, pre-emptive nervous giggles bubbled over your lips as he stood and started dragging you towards the middle of the room.

“No, please,” you pleaded through giggles as you clawed at the carpet. He wasted no time pulling the sneaker off your foot and you gasped and cried out, “NO!” before using your other foot to try and kick him away. A fatal mistake. He caught your other foot, locking them both in the crook of his elbow as he pulled your other sneaker off. You were in an impossible situation, only your back on the carpet as he secured your feet high off the ground, you shook your head frantically and pleaded again through messy laughter but it was no use. He had already given you his mercy.

Loki had no intention of starting slowly, you learned when his fingers firmly and speedily began scratching at your socked feet. You squealed and jolted but succumbed to desperate giggly laughter, smacking your fists on the ground and covering your blushing face as his fingers wormed their way under your toes, around your heels, down your soles then over the tops of your feet. You tried to twist your body to hit at his ankles, but it was no use.

“I tried to be a benevolent captor,” Loki called to you over all your noise, clearly enjoying himself at how easily he was taking you apart, “choosing a room with all these options to make it more comfortable for you.” He sighed and slowed his fingers, not stopping completely. Looking down at you with a smirk he tilted his head towards a large four-seater couch. “Now, would you like to stay writhing on the floor like a rabid animal, or submit and let this happen somewhere more enjoyable.”

“I-I submit, I submihihit!” You cried, squealing again when his fingers flitted over the ball of your foot. He swiftly leaned down to scoop you up bridal style. A yelp left your mouth when he tossed you over onto the couch several feet away. Perhaps he thought he’d weakened you enough already, or that you would genuinely submit, but you were a desperate cornered prey and you were not about to give in that easily.

The second your body hit the couch you launched yourself over the back of it and bolted through the couches over to the door. Before your hand could grab the door handle you felt Loki’s arms secure around your waist and his clawed fingers, hitting as many spots as they could, wormed their way into your horribly sensitive sides and stomach. You hit out but accidentally catch the touch screen next to the door, causing the lights to dim to almost nothing. A movie started to roll on the main screen, and it was now the main source of light in the room.

Loki couldn’t help but grin at your shrieking laughter and how you crumpled against his evil touch. He didn’t relent as he carried you back to the largest couch. Your hands pushed helplessly against his as your begging was lost in your laughter; you couldn’t even form the words.

He put you face-down and sat straddling your hips, still working his fingers into your sides. “Why would you try to run? You must have known it would only make it worse for you.” He laughed and clicked his tongue when his fingers hit your ribs and you jolted harder than before. “Now, what’s this?”

“Dohohohon’t,” you laughed into the couch and clenched your arms that were clamped at your ribs as he tried to work his fingers into the bones. You felt him lift his body ever so slightly and roughly flip you around, grabbing hold of your wrists as he sat back down on your hips. His grin told you just how much he was enjoying this and you couldn’t help but be thankful he’d dropped the scary act. Mischievous and playful Loki was much more bearable.

He started working to pry your arms from protecting your body, doing so with a terrifying ease. Your eyes went wide as he pulled them higher and he eyed the t-shirt poking out from under your hoodie. “Ah, good, this can come off then,” he nodded before shooting you a smirk. You shook your head, having enjoyed the limited protection the thick fabric had provided you. He expertly slid his grip over your hands, bunching the fabric in his fists and giving it a firm and long tug. The hoodie slipped off your body, but your arms were free again. They shot back down to your sides to protect your ribs, but left your stomach vulnerable, even more now that the force of the hoodie being stripped off had left your shirt disheveled and exposing some skin.

You gulped for air while you could, letting out a brief cough. “You should really buy a woman dinner before you rip her clothes off.”

Loki chuckled and shook his head, “Attempting to seduce me will do nothing to help your case, but I do so appreciate the flattery.”

Your mouth went wide, “I wasn’t atte- NOHOHO!”

The words were killed by the squeals in your mouth when Loki’s hand shot back down to spider his fingers against the skin on your stomach. Still trying desperately to protect your ribs, your hands had limited range of function to try to protect much else. You squeaked through your laughter each time one of his fingers would find its way into your belly button, thrashing helplessly beneath him.

It was too late to pretend like your ribs weren’t your worst spot, Loki had clocked it the second you first reacted to his fingers there, but he was deathly curious to see how much you would endure to keep it from him. He moved from scratching at the bare skin of your stomach to drilling his thumbs into your hips, causing you to let out a small scream followed by loud laughter and further desperate attempts to twist out of his grasp.

Keeping his left hand on your hip, he reached behind him to squeeze at the muscle above your knee with his right hand. Your laughter went up a pitch as tears formed in your tightly-shut eyes, your torso lifted from the couch to sit up underneath him but your arms remained firmly at your sides. “P-PLEHEHEASE! LOKIHI!” You tried to fight him with as much strength as you could from your elbows down, hitting at his chest. As he switched his hands to attack the opposite hip and knee, he couldn’t shrink the fond grin on his face when he realised you weren’t really fighting as hard as you could.

He’d seen you around the compound, giving longing looks you thought no one saw when you observed others in displays of affection, whether platonic or otherwise. How you stole hugs from Wanda, or how you’d breath a sigh of contentment and smile shyly when someone would fall asleep on you during a movie. Truth be told, he’d had a soft spot for you from the first second you threw a witty comeback his way. You weren’t afraid of him, sure you were a bit nervous around him, but not in the way that made him feel like a monster. He knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was, but that wasn’t something he’d ever voice; he didn’t want to embarrass you like that. He had plenty of ways to fluster you, and this seemed like a game too precious to ruin. He also didn’t want to ruin it by pushing it too far, so his hands finally relented and he grabbed your wrists that were currently gripping the thick blue fabric on his shoulders.

“Would you really endure this for so much longer to protect that one spot from me?” He smirked down at you as you caught your breath, noticing the smile that stayed on your cheeks.

“I don’t back down,” you coughed, residual giggles leaving your mouth as you tugged on your wrists in his grip. You blushed when you realised your position still underneath him. His face was mere inches from yours and you desperately wanted to hide your hot cheeks from his view. You looked at the movie that had started on the screen and smiled softly, “this is a good one.”

“Well how about a bargain, then?”

You turned back to him and narrowed your eyes, “Do tell.”

“Darling, I simply can’t leave this worst spot neglected,” he smirked then gave you a fake sympathetic smile. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “-ah ah. No, it’s not up for debate. But should you allow me access, instead of forcing me to weaken you further, I give you my word it will be the last of this torture. For tonight at least,” he added with a wink.

You winced and let out a small whine, and his heart unexpectedly fluttered when you rested your forehead on his chest in resignation. You breathed out a deep sigh and nodded, lifting your head back up, “UGH. Fine,” you glared at him, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “But get off me, you’re heavy. I want to be comfortable for my last moments alive.” He laughed heartily and stood up, allowing you to stand but still holding your wrists. You shot him an unimpressed look, “I’m not gonna run,” you jeered.

“A wise decision,” he nodded as he released your wrists. You gestured to the couch.

“Sit,” you instructed.

“Ooh, yes madam,” he couldn’t hide his pride at his victory, and excitement at his coming prize. He sat down in the middle of the couch, legs apart as he usually sat. You sat down on the couch between his legs and focused your eyes on the screen, slowly lifting your arms with whimpers of nervousness. It was going to be bad. You knew you’d be done for. Your heart pounded in your chest as his arms wrapped under your arms and around your torso, pulling you into his chest. His fingers, not yet moving, rested wide apart on your ribs as your heart pounded in your ears.

“Just… go easy on me?” You spluttered as you felt his laugh rumble behind you. He leaned forward to whisper in a low seductive growl,

“Absolutely not.”

When his fingers started scratching firmly at your ribcage you thought for sure the entire compound would have heard your scream, soundproof room be damned. Loki was genuinely surprised at how violently you thrashed in his hold, actually feeling a bit of pain when your fists pounded on his forearms. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, amused to the core by your reaction. You didn’t have the composure or wherewithal to form words to beg, and you knew they wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Knees curling in on yourself, your body fought hard against his devilish tickling fingers.

Weakened by your massive bouts of laughter, you didn’t have the energy to keep fighting against him. So when his fingers finally stopped scratching and instead dug in, vibrating harshly in every crevice, you only had one strong jolt in you before going limp and succumbing to your silent laughter, tears streaming down your cheeks, weakly writhing in his arms as you let the sensation overtake you.

Loki beamed at the happy mess he’d made you, finally slowing up when he noticed your silent laughter had gone on long enough to leave you needing air. He released his right arm from your body and used it to pull your knees over his right leg, turning you so your head could rest against his heartbeat. You coughed weakly and let yourself collapse into his chest, wiping the tears of joy from your still-closed eyes.

He breathed out a sigh of contentment and let his back rest against the couch, pulling you closer as your breath and heart slowed to normal. You finally looked up at him with an attempted menacing glare, he laughed again and raised his eyebrows at you,

“So, just a little bit?”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest. He wondered if you noticed his heart skip when you did so. Muffled by his thick blue protective clothing, you admitted, “Unbelievably.”

He smiled fondly, even though you didn’t see it, and kept holding you as you closed your eyes and rested against his heartbeat again. It was strong, steady and sounded quite nice mixed with the historical fiction romance that you’d accidentally set in motion during your fight for freedom. Loki’s warm hands were on you, one resting on your leg and the other still at your ribcage, but with only pure intentions this time. As you were wondering how long he would let you stay like this, you felt the beginnings of sleep tug at your mind. You couldn’t bear to fight it.

“I’m telling you, man. It would be so cool!” Peter urged Thor as they walked towards dinner together. The young spiderling had been trying to convince Thor to throw Mjolnir with Peter attached by web, then call the hammer back, slingshotting Peter at near the speed of sound.

“Sounds dangerous,” Thor grunted, but stopped and grabbed Peter’s shoulder with a gleam in his eye, “Let’s try tomorrow.”

Peter grinned excitedly, even more so when he noticed the tape to the new movie theatre had been removed. “Oh cool! Mister Stark said it was almost done, I wonder- oh.” Peter looked over to Thor from where he had peeked into the theatre. “Hey, Thor. How exactly does Hide and Seek work on Asgard?”

Thor gave him a confused look but then also took a peek inside, beaming at the sight before him. A movie played on the screen, illuminating the sight of your sneakers discarded on the ground, your sweatshirt thrown over a random couch, and you and Loki sleeping soundly with you held protectively against his chest.

Thor took the door handle from Peter and quietly shut the door, replacing his hand on the boy’s shoulder to lead him towards dinner.

“I’ll explain when you’re older.”

#ler!loki #lee!reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki fluff #fluff #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #loki tickle #ticklish!reader

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kourtniwritesagain · 10 months

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Hi :D it’s so good to see you back ! I hope that you are well , if your still opened for asks , could you do hc’s for Jason Todd and Dick Grayson ? I adore these two brothers so much

Jason Peter Todd...oh this big, dumb, ticklish man. He was pretty ticklish pre-pit. Post-pit...he's still just as ticklish. He was pretty pissed off when, after he'd come back to the Batfamily, Dick tazed his sides (like he did when Jason was a kid) which caused a very high-pitched and embarrassing squeal to fall from Jason's mouth. Dick grinned much like the man who killed Jason and proceeded to tickle Jason like a man possessed. Jason was just as ticklish in all the same damn spots, which of course Dick remembered each and every single one. Jason has pretty much the most ticklish thighs, knees, calves...legs in general, in the whole world. Jason definitely doesn't prefer to be the lee; however, he actually doesn't mind being tickled. He spent years being angry, so it's a good excuse to laugh. Not that he'll ever say that. Dick knows, though. Dick knows and teases Jason about it while tickling him. Jason always threatens to shoot him, but they both know he'd never do it.

Dick absolutely loves all things tickling. He loves to be tickled; he loves to tickle others...he just loves tickling. He's very ticklish, but he's outrageously ticklish all over his torso. His death spot are the back portion of his sides, right around where his kidneys are. He'll be cackling like one of Harley Quinn's hyenas the moment those spots are touched. All the Batkids are privy to the knowledge of Dick's ticklishness. They're also privy to the knowledge that Dick is downright ruthless when it comes to tickle fights. No one knows this better than Jason and Tim. Jason gives as good as he gets every time, often wrangling the other Batkids to help him, which they're all too happy to oblige as Dick's laughter is amazing and they're usually ankling for some revenge because of their own destruction earlier via tickles by Dick. Dick loves every minute of it.

*Bonus* Bruce is also ticklish. Alfred, the Batkids, and Clark know this. They also know Bruce makes Dick's attacks look like child's play, so rarely is he a target. When he is, though, they know to take him down fast and hard, ensuring he's laughing and trying to protect himself. He's ticklish on his ribs, his hips, and his neck.

#kourtni answers things #batman headcanons #ticklish!dick grayson #ticklish!jason todd #ticklish robins #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #ticklish!bruce wayne #batfamily

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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Lee + Ler!Harry Osborn Headcanons Pt. 2

TASM!Harry x reader (ft. Peter and Gwen again because yes)

Strictly SFW; flustering af (no seriously)

Note: For the sake of these hcs let's just pretend he didn't become the Goblin because he was successfully cured and he's still friends with Peter and the clock tower tragedy never happened T-T

MEGA SHOUT OUT to @chailattef for collabing with me again on these headcanons! I could not have done this without him 🥺💜 He's incredible and talented and again I state he's multiplied my love for Harry Osborn times a million!!! /gen /pos

ALSO YES COMBINED LEE AND LER HCs LET'S GOOOO (switch hours up in here LMFAO)

Headcanons under the cut 💚

OMFG- Harry whistling the jeopardy theme song after telling you to pick the ticklish spot he attacks next and if you don't decide by the time he's done whistling he's picking for you- (HELP- /hj /lh)

If you decide to be a smartass and answer "nowhere" ahaaaaa... you are done for. Sorry. Done for

"Oh... God- I'm sorry, that's just not the answer we were lookin' for~"

Just for that answer, you gave, Harry's gonna tickle two weak spots at once

"Better one, or better two~?"

"FUHUHUCK YOUHOUHOUHOUUU!"

"Annnd now you're really in trouble."

"Welcome back to the BONUS ROUND" is 100 percent what he says when he acts like he's done tickling you and then just starts tickling you again the moment you believe him about him being done- (HELP AGSJJDDJJDDJ)

If y'all happen to be the only two on the elevator, and you end up getting stuck between floors??? Uh oh. UH OH

"Damn! Well, looks like we're stuck, Y/N. Whatever shall we do?"

"Harry. D-Don't you dare!"

Once he's done tickling you to pieces (and being the cutest ler ever OMFG) the elevator starts working, but only after you've recovered from giggling so hard and have had time to compose yourself (HMMM)

Of course Harry stopped the damn elevator. (No seriously though, Harry's such a sweetheart 🥺And he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed when you step out of the elevator) He's Oscorp's CEO and the building's his playground tbh

"Oh! Would you look at that! Guess they fixed they elevator. Seems to be moving again~"

"HARRY!"

It's bad good enough riding the elevator with Harry when it's just you two, but when there are other people in the elevator??? Harry's gonna poke at your sides and get the cutest lil smirk of mischief on his face

Guess what tho? Since his sides are a major weak spot, just poke his sides and watch as he YELPS and blushes beet red (flustered honeybun 🥰) and he's all frazzled and trying to convince the other people in the elevator that he's perfectly fine.

"Mr. Osborn! Are you alright?"

"F-Fine. I'm fine. Thank you."

All of that ler energy he had a split second before? Gone. Playfully tease him about it. Like- lean close and whisper:

"Don't dish out what you can't take, Mr. Osborn."

*cue Harry blushing even HARDER and having to turn his head to hide how red he's gotten*

Harry thinks he's subtle about his lee moods, but even the most subtle actions give him away (especially if he seeks out Peter to indulge him). He'll just bother Peter in the most inconspicuous way he can, but of course Peter knows. And since Peter Parker's a smartass little shit (whom I love and adore with every fiber of my being 🥰 /gen /pos) he'll act like he doesn't know what Harry's inquiring

Then when Harry pisses him off enough, Peter absolutely wrecks his shit (cute)

After Harry's turned you into a complete giggly mess (where you're laughing too hard to talk) he's just looking at you with the CUTEST smile. As if the tickling wasn't bad enough, he's gotta go and be adorable the entire time and somehow gets CUTER when he's looking at you after

"Youhou proud ohohof youhoursehehelf, jeheherk?"

"I am. Yehes."

*cue you really wanting to tell him that you're proud of him too, but if you say that then A. He'll tickle you more (not that you mind) but also B. He'll know you like the tickling and that you want him to tickle you (if this honeybun doesn't already know by that point)*

The first time you admitted that you liked it, Harry was so confused about why it embarrassed you

"M-Most people d-don't enjoy it, Harry..."

"What? What do you mean most people don't..."

"D-Do you...?"

*cue Harry getting blushy and flustered and then the both of you are just there feeling all shy and flustered*

The two of you quickly get past the initial embarrassment you feel, especially with Peter's encouragement because Peter is so complete unashamed of being a tickle monster and also liking when the tables are turned on him

You have a habit of wiggling your fingers at Harry every time he's giving a presentation during a meeting (you always sit at the back of the room so no one else can see you do it but him) and he gets so RED IN THE FACE and starts tripping over his words-

"Uh- and as you can see, our business revenue- that is t-to say, the revenue, from uh… our business- Oscorp... it will rise by something... uh, rise by 40%..."

*cue you biting your lip to suppress your giggles because Harry is so effing cute and you can't handle it*

He's gonna get you back real bad. The next time you have to present something, he's gonna take his revenge, and instead of wiggling his fingers he's gonna just scribble something on his clipboard and when he holds it up it says something like:

"As soon as this meeting's out, you're getting tickled"

AGSJSHSHDHD- AND NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE IT CAUSE THE SMUG JERK SAT IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM LIKE YOU DID

The little shit put the message it in his usual rich person handwriting and your breath absolutely HITCHES in your throat and you start coughing

"So... uh... *MHM* w-what... what was I saying? OH- R-Right..."

*cue your eyes glancing to meet Harry's every few seconds out of sheer nervousness and just seeing him smirk as he takes notes*

This is how he looks at you when he's talking during the meeting and says something that is blatantly a tease directed at you but nobody else knows that-

You always end up being the last person to leave the room despite your attempts to slip away because guess what? The fucking door is on the other end of the room. And Harry will always be waiting there, leaning on the doorframe with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Except... he doesn't tickle you then. Nope. He'll gently push himself off the doorframe with his shoulder and just bite his lip and grin before walking away to go do whatever else he needs to do

As discussed in the ler!headcanons post, Harry Osborn, LOVES building up anticipation. It will be after hours in the Oscorp building when you're preparing to either head home, or continue working, and you've spent all day on edge because you know Harry could drag you away and get his revenge at any. moment. so you feel this false sense of relief at the end of the day

That is until... you hear Harry's voice right behind you and your heart leaps up to your throat and a squeak leaves your lips

"You have thirty seconds to run, Y/N. Time starts now~ Tick tock~"

You're doomed after that. Good luck. Harry's gonna tickle you to tears and smile adorably the entire time

Harry's scarf is 100 percent an attempt to evade any neck tickles (like Peter, the neck, more specifically the back of his neck, is a DEATH SPOT) and it doesn't. work. at. all.

Any time he pulls the damn scarf down and Peter is nearby, he's gonna get attacked with neck raspberries. He'll be half squealing and half laughing (which is just really loud high pitched giggles) while Peter is cackling at the extreme reaction

If you bear witness to this, you'll just about be on the floor from how funny and cute the entire situation is. Harry will get all sheepish and fix his scarf and he can't look at either one of you. Both you and Peter are smirking like absolute idiots and then you start laughing again

Harry's gonna try to make you nervous and send you spiraling into a lee mood

"Something funny, Y/N?"

"Just giggling about how adorable you are~"

*cue Harry getting even more flustered and super duper blushy because he was trying to get you back but instead got body slammed into another fuckin lee mood*

Consider- Harry discussing some new Oscorp tech and what the testing would look like and somehow finding a way to use you as the example and work as much tickling as possible into it and you have to stay composed the entire time. He deadass says this out loud in front of everyone in the room before he starts

"I hope you're not ticklish."

Like you know those metal pointers used for the whiteboards? He'll run one over your arms or neck and poke at your sides and ribs and belly and back while you just have to NOT. MOVE. because omfg the board members are there

Harry will look at you out of the corner of his eye when he's doing do and you have to bite your lip and do everything in your power to suppress your squeaks

This adorable little shit is gonna run a finger up your spine while explaining the tech's anatomy and how it would work with the body-

You're in major trouble if you've got ticklish ears. Harry will find a way to use that against you in a presentation too

He's gonna lean over your shoulder from behind and point at something on the whiteboard to explain it to you while lightly brushing his hand down your arm which he KNOWS is tickling you

"Quiz time. How much of what I was just explaining were you actually paying attention to, Y/N?"

*cue you getting flustered and sputtering and stammering because this jerk was the one distracting you on purpose*

Are you 5'7 or shorter? Because ler mood!Harry's gonna step reeeeeaaaalllly close and glance down at you. Not even lean- glance! Prepare for lots of butterflies

Are you taller than Harry? Because ler mood!Harry's still gonna get you. Even when he's glancing UP, it's butterfly inducing

Peter will get him back by doing the same thing to him AHSJAHSJSJ

You'll jump up and bonk both Peter and Harry on the head before booking it down the hallway as they chase after you.

Gwen will be minding her business then all of a sudden you're hiding behind her and as soon as Peter and Harry walk in the room, you're declaring

"YOUR HEIGHT IS NO MATCH FOR THE MIGHTY GWEN STACY"

Peter will then 100 percent dramatically throw the back of his hand against his forehead like he's been defeated

"MY ONLY WEAKNESS! HOW COULD YOU"

"YOU'VE BEEN BESTED, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! MWAHAHAHAAAA!"

"NOOOOOOO"

*cue Harry ducking behind Gwen and capturing you because the whole dramatic Peter act was a distraction so he could sneak around the mighty Gwen Stacy and get to you*

In some cases, Gwen and Harry will pretend to battle before they decide they've reached a truce and Harry will just sling you over his shoulder after Gwen steps aside

Poor Harry just gets completely taken out by any and all tickling. (such a cutie pie) light tickles, rough tickles, but light tickles are the absolute WORST on him

Harry gets insecure about his smile and his laugh so please be reassuring and tell him how adorable his smile and laugh are. Encourage this cinnamon roll because it makes him really happy

"Cohome on~ I wanna see that cute smile~!"

"Harry Osborn, your laugh is pure sugar and I want to hear it every damn day"

Wiggle your fingers near his neck and watch as he gets super giggly and his shoulders scrunch up and he hides his face in his hands

Harry is trying to sit there and let it happen but it makes it tickle worse so he has to distract himself. His go to is tapping his fingers on the table to stay composed

Harry's gonna make a mental note of every instance of you teasing him throughout the day so as he's wrecking you he can list off ALL of them as reasons why you deserve to have the daylights tickled outta you (🤭 HELP /hj 🏃🏽‍♀️)

LIKE AS HE'S WRECKING YOU HE'S LISTING THEM OFF LIKE BULLETPOINTS LIKE HE'S GIVING A PRESENTATION

"Let's start with this morning, shall we? Hey- Quit squirming and pay attention."

Harry Osborn is a PETTY ler. PETTY. P.E.T.T.Y. He will find any, and EVERY reason to tickle you senseless

"Remember yesterday when you put me in a lee mood right before a presentation? This is payback for that."

"IhIhIhI wahahahahahas lihihiteheherally juhuhuhust LOOHOOHOOKIHIHIHING ahahat youhouhouhou!!!"

"With those 'I'm gonna tickle you' eyes? I don't believe you~"

When you turn the tables on him, he becomes giggly, nervous, blushy, and shy in seconds. SECONDS.

"Where's all that intimidating energy from two minutes ago, Harry~?"

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuuup!"

"Just for that, I'm getting your neck."

"Nohohoo! Y/NNN! PLEHEHEASEHEHEHE!"

Cutesy tease him. Harry loves cutesy talking whoever he's wrecking, but he also loves when someone spins that tease back on him. It gives him butterflies and just makes him all giggly and giddy and it's really, REALLY cute

You two are in an endless cycle of who can get each other back the worst with tickles. Never. Ending

A good amount of tickle fights between you two have ended with both of you just knocked on the couch and sprawled across each other. Cute naps.

Gwen's usually the first one to find you two just snoozing peacefully with smiles stuck on your faces. She'll bring you some caffeinated drinks and gently shake you two awake (and sometimes she'll poke your weak spots a couple times so the both of you just shoot up to sitting and your eyes open instantly lmfao)

Harry just feels so safe with you and you feel safe with him so the two of you are just so comfy falling asleep on top of each other when you're tired. Harry giggles in his sleep. Especially if your head is on his shoulder near his neck. He feels this safe with Peter too and Peter's more than happy to let Harry just lean on him and sleep. It's cute

Peter has tickled Harry awake multiple times. Sometimes you too, but most of the time, Harry's sudden laughter is enough to wake you up

Harry gets wrecked by Peter so much. Deadass. Like Harry does with you, Peter will find any excuse in the book. Most of the time, it's simply Harry is genuinely, literally, asking for it (their friendship is so cute and we got robbed in TASM 2)

You, Peter, Harry, and Gwen have movie nights a LOT. And there's always this game of "whoever reacts the most to a tickle scene popping up gets wrecked with tickles." Gwen's the champion. Harry has 100% lost (but then again, is it really losing?) the most amount of times

Gwen is so entertained by how flustered the three of you get when a scene comes on. She's the average level of ticklish but she is a ler through and through. And she is so not phased by everything that flustered you three

She's gonna throw you three under the bus against each other and it's hilarious.

"Peter, you’re running your hands through your hair. Did something catch you off guard?"

"Wh-What!? N-No... I uh... Nope. Not at all."

*cue Peter getting wrecked by you, Harry, and Gwen*

If YOU happen to throw Harry under the bus, after he's recovered from the three of you ganging up on him, you'll end up being chased up from your spot. Then the movie's just continuing on and Peter and Gwen are watching it while Harry's tickling you behind the couch

Gwen just turns the volume up on the tv so she and Peter can hear the movie better and Peter's just snickering at Harry destroying you

"Pay attention to the movie, Peter!"

"GWEHEHEHENNN! PEHEHEHETERRRR! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEEEAHAHAHAA!"

"This is what you get, Y/N~!"

Harry is the type of ler drag his fingers in close proximity to your worst spot, and then when you think he’s gonna do it, he just moves away again. He repeats that until you’ve let your guard down, and only THEN does he actually do it, and then you're screeching with laughter

He uses surprise to his advantage ALL THE TIME- Harry will make you brace for tickles at a certain spot and then catch you completely off guard with a raspberry in an entirely different spot. Evil

When he's chasing you, he'll either be RIGHT behind you, or he'll casually stroll toward you. I'm talking, as you're scurrying down the steps, Harry's casually sliding down the railing because he KNOWS you're not getting away (omfg AHSJSHSJDJF)

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WHEWWWW! AHSJSHSHSHSHS THESE WERE SO FLUSTERING TO WRITE- @chailattef and I were just in this cycle ⬇️

LMAOOO 😭💀 I had so much fun putting all these headcanons we brainstormed together for this post and I hope y'all enjoyed them!!! /pos /gen /lh 💚💜💖

#ler!harry #ler!harry osborn #lee!harry osborn #lee!harry #ler!reader #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #sfw tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons

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