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Electric Discoveries

This fic is sfw, but still Minors and Ageless blogs DNI

Lers Volt x Eddie x Lee Reader (Gender Neutral, No y/n)

Words: 6232

No spoilers, but this can be read with either normal or realized Volt and Eddie! Just some tk fluff with them cus they took over my brain completely, and I hope yall enjoy!!

Being with Eddie and Volt was amazing. You always felt comfortable, safe, between them whenever you were together, which was a lot. Unfortunately, that usual ‘safety’ quickly turned to danger tonight.

It was late into the night, but all three of you were still awake, relaxing on the couch downstairs as you watched a movie.  It had become a routine every weekend to enjoy one while cuddling up with each other, each of you taking turns on who got to choose what to watch.  It was Eddie's choice tonight, as Volt had picked the last movie, and you the one before.  He chose an older action movie, one you all had watched before, but Eddie especially seemed to like. 

Though there was nothing wrong with the movie itself, Volt and you just didn't quite have the same love for it as Eddie, both of you getting a bit bored towards the middle of it.  The plot seemed to drag on a bit when you already had the knowledge of everything that would happen.  That was what started it all.

Seemingly too bored to stay still, Volt’s hand, that had been resting on your side since the beginning of the movie, began to fidget, his index finger gently swiping up and down it.  You jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden unexpected feeling. 

“Sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you.”  He gave a soft smile as he whispered an apology right next to your ear, assuming that he had just caught you off guard with the movement and startled you.  He stilled his fingers once more, as though he thought it would distract you from the movie you weren't actually paying attention to.

“Ah, don't worry. Was just really into this part, I guess.” You whispered back with a quiet laugh at the end, lying to play off the real reason for your reaction and to hopefully hide your disappointment at him stopping.  Neither Volt nor Eddie had found out about your sensitivities yet.  Though both had come close many times, every time you somehow managed to find an excuse for whatever noise, jerk, or jump you had reacted to their touch with.  

It wasn't as if you disliked it by any means, quite the contrary actually, you just weren't sure if you were ready for either of them to know about that yet.  You feared if they found out and realized that you enjoyed it, they may find it strange, or judge you for it.  Or, on the opposite side, you didn't know if you could take it if they did accept it, imagining them both lovingly teasing you about it making your face grow hot and head spin at the thought alone.  

You were quickly pulled from the thoughts running through your head as his hand suddenly moved again, this time slipping under your tank top to feel the warmth of your skin against his.  He gave a gentle squeeze to your lower side, and while you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful or comforting, it had the same reaction either way.  You jerked slightly away from the touch this time, curling into yourself with a small laugh.  Volt looked at you, almost concerned for a moment, before you saw the pieces connecting in his head.  

“Oh? Oh no… Now isn't this just terrible for you.”  His hand gently squeezed again at the soft skin of your side, this time more purposefully, his lips forming a knowing smirk as you let out another quick laugh.  

“No, Volt- Wait!”  He didn't let you finish as he turned to fully face you, both his hands now latching onto your sides as his nails skittered up and down them with horribly accurate precision.  Your hands shot to his wrists on instinct, but you barely pushed away, pretending to put up a fight for show, all while not actually trying to stop him.

“Apologies, live wire, but I simply can not do that.  This is a very important discovery that just must be explored now, I'm afraid.”  Despite his words, he didn't appear to be sorry at all, continuing to trace his fingers along your waist, his touch traveling up to your ribs.

“Noho! Yohou're inteherrupting the mohovie! Eddiehe!”  You whined out your other boyfriend’s name through your now even more frantic giggles as Volt's fingers tested out the new spot, but you were met with no response from him.

“Am I now?”  Volt gave a confident look, nodding his head towards Eddie, who was laid back against the couch cushion, fast asleep.  You wanted to be mad at him for falling asleep during the movie that he had picked, but he looked so cute sleeping that you couldn't find it in yourself to be truly irritated with him.  This did, however, put you in a tricky position.  With Eddie asleep, this made it so you only had to deal with one of them for now, but it also made it so no one was there to save you from Volt until he decided to spare you.  You debated on trying to wake Eddie up for a moment, thinking he may be on your side and help you get revenge on the other if you did.

Volt seemed to notice your line of thinking as he changed to gentle scratching around your tummy, clearly trying to find every spot that brought a reaction out of you.  He wasn't disappointed as your laugh got even higher, your hands closing a bit tighter around his wrists as he targeted the more sensitive area.

“I don't think you’ll want to do that, dear.  He can be even more merciless than I, especially if his sleep has been disturbed.”  You couldn't fully tell if he was bluffing or not, but the thought of him telling the truth and having to face the wrath of Eddie, along with Volt’s already horrible teasing, was enough to stop you from attempting to wake the slumbering man.

“Yohou're suhuch an ahass!” You suppressed your laugh as much as you could, trying to be quieter than before with the new fear of waking up a vengeful Eddie, but you couldn’t silence yourself completely.  It was a difficult task with Volt’s hands finding every ticklish spot on your waist, it taking everything in you not to squeal when he hit a sensitive patch of skin near the side of your stomach.  

“Oo feisty~ Best be careful though, too loud and he may wake.”  Volt took your words and the way your laugh quieted as a challenge, wanting to see how much it would take for you to get just a bit too noisy and stir the other.  Though he usually wouldn't purposefully disturb Eddie's sleep, he figured he most likely wouldn't mind it so much if he was being awoken by your adorable laughter.  

“Thahat would behe your fahault!”  You whisper yelled as you argued with him, knowing that it really would be more on him than you, but you could tell he didn’t care.  All he was focused on now was drawing more of those beautiful giggles from your lips, any consequences could be dealt with later.  

“And why would it be my fault?  You’re the one making all the noise, love.”  If you were able to glare at that moment, you would have been throwing daggers at him with your gaze, but instead you were only able to give a slightly annoyed look through squinted eyes, a large smile still stuck to your face.  

“Behecause you’re tihickling mehe!”  You tensed as you accidentally got a bit louder for a moment.  You glanced over to Eddie, and felt a wave of relief go through you as you saw he was still completely out.  You already knew he was a deep sleeper, but you couldn’t help still being a bit surprised that he could sleep through all of this so peacefully.  

“Oh am I?  Apologies, I hadn't realized.”  He gave you a fake look of shock which quickly turned back into a cheeky grin as a small laugh escaped him at your statement of the obvious.  You let out a small growl of irritation through your giggles at his sarcasm, wanting to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face.  

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get the chance to do that anytime soon, as he found the sensitive spots located right around the tops of both your hips, lightly pinching on either one.  You let out a small shriek, falling to the side as your legs curled up towards you to get away from and block his attacking hands.  Landing you right on top of Eddie’s lap.  

“Mmn… The hell..?”  Volt’s hands paused for a moment as the dark haired man awoke, albeit a bit groggily, looking down to see you laying in his lap, some giggles still slipping through your lips and a clearly flustered expression spread across your face.

“Eddie! Hehelp! Volt’s torturihing mehee!”  You quickly threw him under the bus, hoping Eddie may side with you if he believed it was Volt’s fault that he was woken up.  Technically, it really was, as you never would have fallen onto him had Volt not been viciously attacking you with tickles.  

“Yes, Eddie, be a dear and help me, won't you?”  Volt used the way you had fallen back to his advantage, moving your legs down onto the couch, despite your effort to keep them curled to you, and sitting atop your thighs as he tried to lure Eddie to his side.  Eddie seemed puzzled at first, but Volt cleared up that confusion by returning his fingers to your hips, making you break into immediate giggles once more as he softly pinched around them.  The previously sleeping man let out an amused sigh as he became more cognisant and realized what you both had been talking about, already knowing whose side he was going to be on.  

“Well, I suppose if you both insist.”  You lost all hope you once had of him helping you as soon as you felt him shift, hearing the playful tone in his voice as his hands took your wrists and easily pinned them above your head onto the couch.  You could instantly tell how screwed you were, now completely stuck between them with no way to protect yourself.  You could feel butterflies fluttering through your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, a small smirk tugging at his lips already.  

“Nohoo! Nohot him! Hehelp mehe!”  You pulled at your hands that were trapped in his grip, though not too hard, not actually wanting to break free.  You knew that if you genuinely told them to stop, then they would, without hesitation, but you didn’t really want that, and they definitely didn’t either.

“Aah, bit too late for that, sorry.  Should’ve been clearer before.”  Just like Volt, there was no hint of remorse in his voice as he decided to join in on the fun, however, his approach was very different from the other man’s.  Rather than jumping in with clawed fingers in an attempt to get the biggest reaction out of you, he gently fluttered his nails on the side of your neck, tracing around to the other side to do the same, back and forth, bringing some small squeaks out of you between giggles.  Perhaps it was just because he wasn’t fully awake yet, but you were surprised how much softer he was about it compared to Volt, though the conflicting feelings almost made it worse. Your brain couldn’t tell whether to focus on those light touches around your neck, or the almost electric sensations spreading throughout your sides as Volt moved up to them once again, wanting to try the area once more now he had easier access to it with your body being slightly stretched out over Eddie’s lap.  

“Mm, yes.  You really should be more specific, dear.  You only have yourself to blame for this, honestly.”  You would have loved to rebuttal, slinging some sort of insult or profanity at the white haired man, but your words were quickly caught in your throat as Volt’s fingers found the spot where your ribs and sides met, a squeal replacing whatever you actually wanted to come out of your mouth.  Both of the men couldn’t stop the soft smiles that took over from hearing all the cute noises you were making from just some simple touches, and you could swear you heard some quiet laughs slip out from Eddie’s lips under Volt’s louder chuckles, your face only growing hotter as you felt your heart skip a beat at the sounds.  

“Thihis ihis so unfahahaiir!”  You whined out a complaint as soon as you found your ability to speak again, one that neither of them seemed to take seriously.  They exchanged mocking looks, knowing that it absolutely was completely unfair, but that fact only seemed to make this even more amusing for them, finding it adorable how you only seemed to fight with your words and never to actually get away.

“Darling, who ever said anything about playing ‘fair’?”  Volt emphasized his words by bringing his hands up to under your arms, which were still pinned above you by Eddie, his grip holding strong, especially for someone who had been sleeping only a few minutes ago.  He tested them first, using only his index fingers to circle around the outside to the center, wanting to see just how ticklish you may be here before going all in.  He was extremely pleased when he heard your giggles getting higher as your arms reflexively jerked down, but didn’t break from the hold they were stuck in, an almost nervous glint in your eyes.  You cursed at yourself mentally for choosing to wear a tank top for a pajama shirt tonight, but the weather has been quite warm recently, so it felt like the best choice earlier on.  

“Y'know, if you didn't want this, then you really shouldn't have woken me up.”  You felt a mix of shock and slight exasperation as you heard Eddie's words, but when you looked up at him, his expression clearly gave away that he was just messing with you.  Seeing the cocky looks on their faces, part of you already began plotting your revenge on them, especially Volt, him being the one who got you stuck in this situation in the first place.  You couldn't focus too much on that right now, though, too busy squeaking under their hands and they tested out every spot they could reach on you.

“Thahat wahas Voholt’s fahault ahand yohou knohow ihihit!”  The mentioned man let out a fake sigh and pretended to look disappointed at your words, still not stopping the tracing under your arms as he did, though Eddie had taken his fingers away from your neck, allowing some slight relief.  

“Still blaming me for your mistake I see… I think we need to teach you how to take some responsibility, live wire.”  A shiver went through you at his tone, it sounding even more sinister than his previous teasing.  You looked into his eyes and hated how someone could look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time.  They were full of so much love and adoration for you, and yet his smirk looked downright evil, only confirming the fact you already knew.  You were screwed.

“V-Voholt, whatehever you’re thihinking, yohou behetter nohot!  Eheddie, hehelp mehee!”  You tried giving Eddie your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to garner some possible sympathy from him, but he just snickered at your misfortune, using his free hand to push your hair from out of your face, running his fingers through it soothingly after.

“Sorry, but Volt’s right.  You really do need to learn how to take responsibility.  I mean, I was sleeping soo well before you woke me up, kinda rude, don’t you think?”  His sarcastic tone was a stark contrast to the comforting way he played with your hair, only making you whine at him more at his refusal to take your side.  

“Yohou fehell asleheep durihing the mohovie yohou pihicked! Isn't thahat ruhude?!”  Knowing you weren't winning him over, you switched to antagonizing him, which may not have been your brightest decision. You saw his face flush red for a moment as his hand froze, clearly a bit flustered about that now that you had called it out, Volt chuckling at his embarrassment. 

“Thehey do have a point there, dear.”  Eddie shot a glare to him, and then back to you before removing his hand from your hair and placing it on your ribs.  He didn’t actually do anything yet, but the contact of his hand on the spot made you tense, as you expected him to immediately dig into it.  

“And here I was trying to be the nice one.  I guess that was my bad.”  His words were full of a playful irritation that made you want to sink right into the couch and disappear, and if you thought Volt’s smirk was evil, Eddie’s was downright villainous, a small bout of regret almost starting to creep its way into your brain.  Before you could apologize or get even a single word out, you felt his nails moving across your ribs in a much more calculated way than your previous attacker.  That combined with the way Volt was still tracing under your arms caused a small shriek to leave your lips, his other hand still preventing you from yanking your arms down as you continued pulling on them.  Not one to be outdone, Volt stepped up his game as well, turning one finger into three under both arms, adding his thumb and middle finger to scritch his silver painted nails in and out the center of your underarms.

“W-Wahait! Sohorry, Ihi’m sohohorryyy!”  Hiccups began filling your laugh as the sensations overwhelmed your brain, unable to decide which one was worse.  Neither of them listened to you, too busy enjoying your helpless laughter and the chance to get revenge for all the times you had sassed them before.  

“You know, I really don’t understand how it took until tonight to find out about this.  I mean, they’re so sensitive, it’s a miracle they were able to keep it hidden till now.”  Volt’s words were directed towards Eddie, but his gaze stayed on you, watching your face as he spoke and moved his hands just slightly around, trying nearby spots like your upper arms and the sides of your underarms, going closer to your back.  He was pleasantly surprised when the latter spot was met with more squeaks in your laugh and your shoulders shaking slightly in an attempt to get his hands away.

“You’re right… How did you manage to keep this from us?  It feels like we’re barely doing anything, yet here you are looking like you're fighting for your life.”  ‘Barely doing anything’ felt like the understatement of the century to you, especially coming from the man who managed to learn just the right ways to take you apart in a matter of minutes, though being honest, it really wasn’t that much of a feat.  He managed to find every spot on your ribs that made you flinch, giggle, and squeal, hitting them with perfect accuracy, yet still keeping his touch gentle enough to not fully overwhelm you.  Volt was more interested in finding every spot on you that he could, aiming for quantity over quality, it seemed.  Every time he changed spots and heard your laugh change, even just slightly, he lit up.  He was clearly enjoying that no matter where he tried, it got some sort of reaction out of you, no matter how big or small it may be.

“Ihi wahasn't tryihing toho!”  That may not have been completely true.  There were  a few times when you may have lied to them when they accidentally tickled you before, but you felt them knowing that may only make things worse for you.  If it weren't for the way your vision slightly blurred from the tears beginning to well in your eyes from laughing, you may have noticed the looks of skepticism the two men shared with each other. 

“Oh dear… I believe they may be lying.”  Volt stopped his hands for a moment, noticing the way your eyes were starting to water, Eddie following right after, though neither moved away from the spots completely.

“Oh, they definitely are.  Did you really think you could keep being this ticklish a secret from us?”  Eddie emphasized his point by giving your side a light pinch, making you jerk away with a squeak before you answered.

“Mahaybe…”  Honestly, you didn't really know what your plan was with hiding it as long as you did.  If you knew it would turn out like this, you probably would have let them find out much sooner. 

“Hmm, I feel as though we should make up for all that lost time of not knowing.  Don't you agree?”  Volt looked to Eddie once more, both sharing the same sinister look with each other.  

“N-No! I don’t!”  You felt your stomach already fluttering yet again with anticipation of another round.  Despite your words, however, you didn’t really want them to stop just yet.  

“Ah ah, dear.  I wasn't asking you, besides, I believe all of us know that's just another lie.”  Volt’s smirk said everything you needed to know.  They had you fully figured out.  Your eyes went wide, a nervous smile taking over your lips against your will as you went to refute.  

“Wha- I don't-”  Your stuttered replies were interrupted by their shared snickers, Eddie speaking up this time.

“Don't think we haven't noticed how you didn't once actually ask us to stop.  Not to mention, I've seen you when working before, you have more strength than that, love.”  Your face felt hotter than ever before, both men having easily caught on to the fact that you really didn't mind this kind of attention.  Through that embarrassment though, you felt relief.  They weren’t weirded out by it, and they were teasing, sure, but they weren’t actually being mean about it.  You realized that the reason you tried to hide your sensitivity wasn’t in fear of this.  It was in fear of judgement, of disgust, of being shamed.  You felt embarrassed in a bit more of a foolish way now.  Of course they weren’t going to hate you or find you weird over something as silly as enjoying tickling, in fact, they both seemed quite happy about the fact that you liked it.

They seemed to notice how flustered you were getting, both beginning to get a bit worried they had made you uncomfortable or assumed wrong as you got quiet.  You were a bit surprised as you felt Eddie release your arms and Volt move off of your legs, shifting himself, and you, to sit on the couch with your legs in his lap.  Eddie moved over, turning himself to the side to have your head resting on his crossed calves, bringing a hand to the side of your face after, softly holding it as his thumb brushed over your cheek.  Volt followed suit, doing the same as he rested his hand right above your knee, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on the side of it, making sure to add enough pressure that it wouldn't tickle.  

“Apologies if we assumed wrong dear, but please know, it’s quite alright if you do like this.  Honestly, I think it’s truly adorable, don't you agree?”  Volt’s voice was softer than you had heard it all night, trying to soothe you in case you were upset, not knowing that it was very much the opposite.  He gave a glance to Eddie as he asked his question, looking for backup in reassuring you.

“It really is.”  Eddie’s eyes were locked to yours, his gaze transfixed on you as if you were the prettiest night sky he ever saw.  He cleared his throat and refocused himself as he realized how much he was staring, the same flush from earlier returning to his cheeks.  If either of you teased him about it, he’d make an excuse about how he was still tired, but you both knew it was bullshit.  

“What he means to say is, while we very much enjoy this, if you truly do not, then we’ll stop. Just say the word, dear.”  Volt grabbed one of your freed hands, pressing a kiss to the back before setting it down with a gentle squeeze.  You took them in for a moment, almost tearing up as you wondered how you got so lucky as to end up together with these two amazing men.  

“I mean, you don’t- you don’t have to stop…”  You couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eyes, glancing towards the television instead, where you saw the ending to the movie that none of you had been paying attention to playing out.  You could feel the tension ease out from both the men you were laid upon, knowing that you were okay and that their assumptions turned out correct.

“That sounds like an invitation, love.”  Volt's sly tone was back immediately, his arm starting to wrap around your legs to keep you still for what he had planned.  You moved your arms to cover your face, trying to block it from their view in an attempt to save yourself even a sliver of dignity tonight.  

“Nuh uh, none of that.  No way you're hiding that pretty face of yours away from us.”  Eddie went to move your arms away from your face, but you decided to be more difficult this time, becoming even more playful than before, now that you had nothing to hide.  You held your arms tightly around your head, blocking as much of your face as you could while not covering your nose too much, still, of course, needing to breathe.  Eddie tried pushing them up gently, but noticed you weren’t budging, raising an eyebrow at you.  

“Oo, our little live wire really wants to play now.”  Volt wasn't helping Eddie at all as he smiled at your newfound stubbornness, it being very amusing for him to see you try to defy the other.  Eddie let out a fake sigh of resignation as he moved his hands from your arms down to your stomach.  

“Guess we'll just have to make you move them a different way then.”  Right as the words left Eddie's mouth, they began again.  Volt's free hand tested out your knees, spiraling his nails from the center outward, his other arm holding your legs strong, keeping you from jerking your leg away.  Eddie, on the other hand, had both his hands on your waist, one gently clawing your stomach near your belly button while his other did the same to your side.  Though you wanted to try and stay stubborn, the combined sensations made you drop your arms almost instantly, grabbing at Eddie's hands, but not deterring him in the slightest.  

“Shihit! Wahahait!”  No matter how much you squirmed, there was no escape. Volt had a steady hold on your legs as he alternated between your knees, loving the way it made you shake and squeak.  Eddie kept his hands moving, lowering them to your hips as he massaged his thumbs into your skin towards the top of them, the same spot Volt had found earlier.  The squeal you let out only motivated him further, keeping his touch focused on them, continuing to softly dig into the spot.

“My, that didn’t last long.”  Volt teased you for your short lived defiance, both men having smug smiles plastered to their faces.  You attempted to flip him off, bringing one hand off of Eddie’s and just barely getting your middle finger up before he switched methods and squeezed above one of your knees while scribbling under the other with the hand of the arm wrapped around your legs.  Your hand quickly fell, hitting down on the couch cushion as you cackled.  

“Well, I am getting them pretty bad, makes sense they wouldn’t be able to hold out.”  Eddie’s voice sounded far too cocky, obviously trying to antagonize the other.  A slightly surprised look took over Volt’s expression for a moment before realizing what the other was doing, playing along with his game.

“That may be true, however, I think I may be what truly made them cave in the end.”  You could sense something brewing between the two of them, a competition that you were the main determining factor in.  You could tell where it was going, the anticipation filling your stomach only adding to the sensations dancing around your legs and waist.  

“Why don't we just have them decide, then?  Tell us, who’s doing a better job of breaking you?”  Eddie leaned forward so his head was almost directly above yours, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he changed from massaging your hips to dragging his nails up and down them, slipping just slightly under the band of your pajama pants.  

“Yes, dear.  Please let us know, and I’d make sure to answer correctly, if I were you.”  Volt stepped up his game as well, moving up to your thighs and targeting the underside of them, scritching all around the area, trying to find the spots that would make you squeal. He got what he wanted and more, a small shriek leaving you at the combined attacks, hiccupy laughter taking over right after.

“Yohou’re bohoth bahad! Gehet awahahay!”  You squirmed as much as you could, but there was no escape from their hands.  You couldn't even figure out what to do with your own, wanting to cover your face, grab at their hands, and slam them on the couch all at the same time.  You settled with grabbing at Eddie's wrists again, his hands being the ones closest to yours.  

“Ah ah.  That doesn't answer our question, love.”  Volt’s hands formed claws as he vibrated them into the sides of your thighs, your legs kicking out in his grip, still without breaking free.  

“Maybe they just need a bit more motivation.”  Another shudder went through you at the way he spoke, questioning how they were planning on making it worse than it already was.  You were surprised when you felt Eddie’s hands pause for a moment, alleviating some of the sensation, but not all, as Volt still continued.  You felt his hands go under your arms and jolted, but he wasn’t attempting to tickle you there this time.  Instead, he lifted you to be sitting up in his lap, tucking his chin into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.  

“Well, this hardly seems fair, I think I may need to even the field a bit.”  Volt stopped as well as he adjusted himself once more, now straddling your calves, giving himself easier access to more of your spots.

“Yohou’re one to tahalk about fair!” Some giggles still fell from your lips as you used the momentary break to catch your breath and call out Volt’s hypocrisy.  He only let out a laugh at you, Eddie even letting out a huff of amusement, one you could feel on your neck from his closeness, it sending a small shiver through you.  

“It is really unfair if you enjoy it, live wire?”  That got you quiet quick, him looking knowingly into your eyes as he said it making it even worse.  An embarrassed pout took over for a moment, mumbling a small ‘shut up’ under your breath that you didn't mean, only serving to entertain both men more.  

“Clearly we aren’t doing enough if they still have this much of an attitude.  I think we need to teach them why they shouldn’t test us so much.”  Eddie’s arms tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed to him as he made sure to speak lighter, being close to your ear.

“I agree, and they still haven’t told us who’s been doing a better job.  I would very much like to know, dear.”  One finger dragged up and down one of your thighs, making sure not to tickle too much, not yet.  

“I cahan’t decide! You’re both mean!”  You wiggled around in their grip, but there was no way you were getting out now, nervous laughs completely taking over before they could even start again.  They couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing how cute you were right now.  You were undeniably flustered, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that told them how much fun you were having, despite your attempts to call them ‘mean’.  

“Oh live wire…”  Volt’s hands stilled for a moment, Eddie leaning in close to your ear right after.  

“You haven’t seen mean yet.”  Before you could even fully comprehend the words that were whispered into your ear, their hands began moving again, it all happening so suddenly that you couldn’t even begin to stop the scream that left your lips.  Volt’s fingers were gently but quickly pinching at your inner thighs, moving up and down them, sporadically switching to dragging his nails across the front or sides of them before changing back again.  Eddie, on the other hand, had unwound his arms from you to place his hands back onto your hips, this time slipping under the bottom of your tank top and massaging his thumbs into your lower back while the rest of his fingers gently dug into the sides of them.  He added on to that by nuzzling his chin into your neck, making sure his stubble softly scraped against the side and down to your shoulder.  

“WAHAIT! NOHOHO!”  You could barely get the words out, far too lost in your own laughter.  Though your body wiggled around as much as was possible, you didn't move much, your two boyfriends keeping you trapped as they continued.

“All you need to do is tell us who's doing a better job, dear.  That can't be too hard, right?” Volt changed his methods again as he spoke, softly digging the tips of his fingers into the spot where your thighs and hips met, enjoying the way it made your laugh get higher and legs attempt to kick out from under him.  It was far easier for him to say that.  You couldn't even focus on the feelings separately, all of them combining to turn your brain to mush as squeals and hiccups poured from your lips.  That was until Eddie moved his hands up to your ribs, now focusing his touch on the lower back of them.  You would have fully folded into yourself if his hands hadn't been there, your laugh turning silent for a moment after the loudest shriek of the night left you.  They both stopped again, mostly in shock, but also wanting to make sure they didn't go too far.  As soon as your giggles came back and your head fell against Eddie's shoulder to reveal your wide smile, they untensed, seeing that you were still having fun.

“I think we have an answer.” Eddie shot Volt a smug look, knowing it was the spot on your back that made you react like that.  Volt rolled his eyes dramatically, not ready to admit his loss just yet.

“Now now. We don't have an answer until they give us one.  Ready to decide, live wire?”  You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to think of how to answer.  Both of them were horribly good teases, and made quick work of finding a good amount of your sensitive spots and what worked best on them, it felt impossible to choose between the two of them. 

“Ihi can't pick.  Cahan't we just say you both win?”  Volt was about to jokingly argue that a decision needed to be made when a loud yawn came from you, it spreading to both men, making all of you realize just how late it had gotten.

“I suppose that's agreeable for now.  Though don't think we'll be forgetting about this anytime soon.”  Volt shot you a wink as he moved off of your legs, Eddie taking you off his lap to be squished comfortably in between them and the couch.  Their arms wrapped around you, holding you protectively as you began to drift off, all the energy you used up quickly catching up to you.

“You did good, get some sleep.” Eddie used the arm that wasn't around you to grab a large blanket, handing one side to Volt as they carefully placed it over all three of you, making sure you were fully covered.

“Thanks guys.. I love you both.. Goodnight.”  The soft smile and tone to your voice melted their hearts, Eddie placing a kiss to your forehead and Volt doing the same to your cheek as they smiled with you.

“We love you too.”  Eddie spoke without fully looking at either of you, still a bit embarrassed whenever he said the words.

“Good night, live wire.”  Volt shut the TV off, pushing himself even closer to you to give you more warmth as you slept.  Eddie copied, leaning into your other side so the three of you could be as close as possible.  It didn't take long for all of you to fully nod off, each of you getting a better night's sleep than you had had in a while.

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Electric Discoveries

This fic is sfw, but still Minors and Ageless blogs DNI

Lers Volt x Eddie x Lee Reader (Gender Neutral, No y/n)

Words: 6232

No spoilers, but this can be read with either normal or realized Volt and Eddie! Just some tk fluff with them cus they took over my brain completely, and I hope yall enjoy!!

Being with Eddie and Volt was amazing. You always felt comfortable, safe, between them whenever you were together, which was a lot. Unfortunately, that usual ‘safety’ quickly turned to danger tonight.

It was late into the night, but all three of you were still awake, relaxing on the couch downstairs as you watched a movie.  It had become a routine every weekend to enjoy one while cuddling up with each other, each of you taking turns on who got to choose what to watch.  It was Eddie's choice tonight, as Volt had picked the last movie, and you the one before.  He chose an older action movie, one you all had watched before, but Eddie especially seemed to like. 

Though there was nothing wrong with the movie itself, Volt and you just didn't quite have the same love for it as Eddie, both of you getting a bit bored towards the middle of it.  The plot seemed to drag on a bit when you already had the knowledge of everything that would happen.  That was what started it all.

Seemingly too bored to stay still, Volt’s hand, that had been resting on your side since the beginning of the movie, began to fidget, his index finger gently swiping up and down it.  You jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden unexpected feeling. 

“Sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you.”  He gave a soft smile as he whispered an apology right next to your ear, assuming that he had just caught you off guard with the movement and startled you.  He stilled his fingers once more, as though he thought it would distract you from the movie you weren't actually paying attention to.

“Ah, don't worry. Was just really into this part, I guess.” You whispered back with a quiet laugh at the end, lying to play off the real reason for your reaction and to hopefully hide your disappointment at him stopping.  Neither Volt nor Eddie had found out about your sensitivities yet.  Though both had come close many times, every time you somehow managed to find an excuse for whatever noise, jerk, or jump you had reacted to their touch with.  

It wasn't as if you disliked it by any means, quite the contrary actually, you just weren't sure if you were ready for either of them to know about that yet.  You feared if they found out and realized that you enjoyed it, they may find it strange, or judge you for it.  Or, on the opposite side, you didn't know if you could take it if they did accept it, imagining them both lovingly teasing you about it making your face grow hot and head spin at the thought alone.  

You were quickly pulled from the thoughts running through your head as his hand suddenly moved again, this time slipping under your tank top to feel the warmth of your skin against his.  He gave a gentle squeeze to your lower side, and while you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful or comforting, it had the same reaction either way.  You jerked slightly away from the touch this time, curling into yourself with a small laugh.  Volt looked at you, almost concerned for a moment, before you saw the pieces connecting in his head.  

“Oh? Oh no… Now isn't this just terrible for you.”  His hand gently squeezed again at the soft skin of your side, this time more purposefully, his lips forming a knowing smirk as you let out another quick laugh.  

“No, Volt- Wait!”  He didn't let you finish as he turned to fully face you, both his hands now latching onto your sides as his nails skittered up and down them with horribly accurate precision.  Your hands shot to his wrists on instinct, but you barely pushed away, pretending to put up a fight for show, all while not actually trying to stop him.

“Apologies, live wire, but I simply can not do that.  This is a very important discovery that just must be explored now, I'm afraid.”  Despite his words, he didn't appear to be sorry at all, continuing to trace his fingers along your waist, his touch traveling up to your ribs.

“Noho! Yohou're inteherrupting the mohovie! Eddiehe!”  You whined out your other boyfriend’s name through your now even more frantic giggles as Volt's fingers tested out the new spot, but you were met with no response from him.

“Am I now?”  Volt gave a confident look, nodding his head towards Eddie, who was laid back against the couch cushion, fast asleep.  You wanted to be mad at him for falling asleep during the movie that he had picked, but he looked so cute sleeping that you couldn't find it in yourself to be truly irritated with him.  This did, however, put you in a tricky position.  With Eddie asleep, this made it so you only had to deal with one of them for now, but it also made it so no one was there to save you from Volt until he decided to spare you.  You debated on trying to wake Eddie up for a moment, thinking he may be on your side and help you get revenge on the other if you did.

Volt seemed to notice your line of thinking as he changed to gentle scratching around your tummy, clearly trying to find every spot that brought a reaction out of you.  He wasn't disappointed as your laugh got even higher, your hands closing a bit tighter around his wrists as he targeted the more sensitive area.

“I don't think you’ll want to do that, dear.  He can be even more merciless than I, especially if his sleep has been disturbed.”  You couldn't fully tell if he was bluffing or not, but the thought of him telling the truth and having to face the wrath of Eddie, along with Volt’s already horrible teasing, was enough to stop you from attempting to wake the slumbering man.

“Yohou're suhuch an ahass!” You suppressed your laugh as much as you could, trying to be quieter than before with the new fear of waking up a vengeful Eddie, but you couldn’t silence yourself completely.  It was a difficult task with Volt’s hands finding every ticklish spot on your waist, it taking everything in you not to squeal when he hit a sensitive patch of skin near the side of your stomach.  

“Oo feisty~ Best be careful though, too loud and he may wake.”  Volt took your words and the way your laugh quieted as a challenge, wanting to see how much it would take for you to get just a bit too noisy and stir the other.  Though he usually wouldn't purposefully disturb Eddie's sleep, he figured he most likely wouldn't mind it so much if he was being awoken by your adorable laughter.  

“Thahat would behe your fahault!”  You whisper yelled as you argued with him, knowing that it really would be more on him than you, but you could tell he didn’t care.  All he was focused on now was drawing more of those beautiful giggles from your lips, any consequences could be dealt with later.  

“And why would it be my fault?  You’re the one making all the noise, love.”  If you were able to glare at that moment, you would have been throwing daggers at him with your gaze, but instead you were only able to give a slightly annoyed look through squinted eyes, a large smile still stuck to your face.  

“Behecause you’re tihickling mehe!”  You tensed as you accidentally got a bit louder for a moment.  You glanced over to Eddie, and felt a wave of relief go through you as you saw he was still completely out.  You already knew he was a deep sleeper, but you couldn’t help still being a bit surprised that he could sleep through all of this so peacefully.  

“Oh am I?  Apologies, I hadn't realized.”  He gave you a fake look of shock which quickly turned back into a cheeky grin as a small laugh escaped him at your statement of the obvious.  You let out a small growl of irritation through your giggles at his sarcasm, wanting to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face.  

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get the chance to do that anytime soon, as he found the sensitive spots located right around the tops of both your hips, lightly pinching on either one.  You let out a small shriek, falling to the side as your legs curled up towards you to get away from and block his attacking hands.  Landing you right on top of Eddie’s lap.  

“Mmn… The hell..?”  Volt’s hands paused for a moment as the dark haired man awoke, albeit a bit groggily, looking down to see you laying in his lap, some giggles still slipping through your lips and a clearly flustered expression spread across your face.

“Eddie! Hehelp! Volt’s torturihing mehee!”  You quickly threw him under the bus, hoping Eddie may side with you if he believed it was Volt’s fault that he was woken up.  Technically, it really was, as you never would have fallen onto him had Volt not been viciously attacking you with tickles.  

“Yes, Eddie, be a dear and help me, won't you?”  Volt used the way you had fallen back to his advantage, moving your legs down onto the couch, despite your effort to keep them curled to you, and sitting atop your thighs as he tried to lure Eddie to his side.  Eddie seemed puzzled at first, but Volt cleared up that confusion by returning his fingers to your hips, making you break into immediate giggles once more as he softly pinched around them.  The previously sleeping man let out an amused sigh as he became more cognisant and realized what you both had been talking about, already knowing whose side he was going to be on.  

“Well, I suppose if you both insist.”  You lost all hope you once had of him helping you as soon as you felt him shift, hearing the playful tone in his voice as his hands took your wrists and easily pinned them above your head onto the couch.  You could instantly tell how screwed you were, now completely stuck between them with no way to protect yourself.  You could feel butterflies fluttering through your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, a small smirk tugging at his lips already.  

“Nohoo! Nohot him! Hehelp mehe!”  You pulled at your hands that were trapped in his grip, though not too hard, not actually wanting to break free.  You knew that if you genuinely told them to stop, then they would, without hesitation, but you didn’t really want that, and they definitely didn’t either.

“Aah, bit too late for that, sorry.  Should’ve been clearer before.”  Just like Volt, there was no hint of remorse in his voice as he decided to join in on the fun, however, his approach was very different from the other man’s.  Rather than jumping in with clawed fingers in an attempt to get the biggest reaction out of you, he gently fluttered his nails on the side of your neck, tracing around to the other side to do the same, back and forth, bringing some small squeaks out of you between giggles.  Perhaps it was just because he wasn’t fully awake yet, but you were surprised how much softer he was about it compared to Volt, though the conflicting feelings almost made it worse. Your brain couldn’t tell whether to focus on those light touches around your neck, or the almost electric sensations spreading throughout your sides as Volt moved up to them once again, wanting to try the area once more now he had easier access to it with your body being slightly stretched out over Eddie’s lap.  

“Mm, yes.  You really should be more specific, dear.  You only have yourself to blame for this, honestly.”  You would have loved to rebuttal, slinging some sort of insult or profanity at the white haired man, but your words were quickly caught in your throat as Volt’s fingers found the spot where your ribs and sides met, a squeal replacing whatever you actually wanted to come out of your mouth.  Both of the men couldn’t stop the soft smiles that took over from hearing all the cute noises you were making from just some simple touches, and you could swear you heard some quiet laughs slip out from Eddie’s lips under Volt’s louder chuckles, your face only growing hotter as you felt your heart skip a beat at the sounds.  

“Thihis ihis so unfahahaiir!”  You whined out a complaint as soon as you found your ability to speak again, one that neither of them seemed to take seriously.  They exchanged mocking looks, knowing that it absolutely was completely unfair, but that fact only seemed to make this even more amusing for them, finding it adorable how you only seemed to fight with your words and never to actually get away.

“Darling, who ever said anything about playing ‘fair’?”  Volt emphasized his words by bringing his hands up to under your arms, which were still pinned above you by Eddie, his grip holding strong, especially for someone who had been sleeping only a few minutes ago.  He tested them first, using only his index fingers to circle around the outside to the center, wanting to see just how ticklish you may be here before going all in.  He was extremely pleased when he heard your giggles getting higher as your arms reflexively jerked down, but didn’t break from the hold they were stuck in, an almost nervous glint in your eyes.  You cursed at yourself mentally for choosing to wear a tank top for a pajama shirt tonight, but the weather has been quite warm recently, so it felt like the best choice earlier on.  

“Y'know, if you didn't want this, then you really shouldn't have woken me up.”  You felt a mix of shock and slight exasperation as you heard Eddie's words, but when you looked up at him, his expression clearly gave away that he was just messing with you.  Seeing the cocky looks on their faces, part of you already began plotting your revenge on them, especially Volt, him being the one who got you stuck in this situation in the first place.  You couldn't focus too much on that right now, though, too busy squeaking under their hands and they tested out every spot they could reach on you.

“Thahat wahas Voholt’s fahault ahand yohou knohow ihihit!”  The mentioned man let out a fake sigh and pretended to look disappointed at your words, still not stopping the tracing under your arms as he did, though Eddie had taken his fingers away from your neck, allowing some slight relief.  

“Still blaming me for your mistake I see… I think we need to teach you how to take some responsibility, live wire.”  A shiver went through you at his tone, it sounding even more sinister than his previous teasing.  You looked into his eyes and hated how someone could look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time.  They were full of so much love and adoration for you, and yet his smirk looked downright evil, only confirming the fact you already knew.  You were screwed.

“V-Voholt, whatehever you’re thihinking, yohou behetter nohot!  Eheddie, hehelp mehee!”  You tried giving Eddie your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to garner some possible sympathy from him, but he just snickered at your misfortune, using his free hand to push your hair from out of your face, running his fingers through it soothingly after.

“Sorry, but Volt’s right.  You really do need to learn how to take responsibility.  I mean, I was sleeping soo well before you woke me up, kinda rude, don’t you think?”  His sarcastic tone was a stark contrast to the comforting way he played with your hair, only making you whine at him more at his refusal to take your side.  

“Yohou fehell asleheep durihing the mohovie yohou pihicked! Isn't thahat ruhude?!”  Knowing you weren't winning him over, you switched to antagonizing him, which may not have been your brightest decision. You saw his face flush red for a moment as his hand froze, clearly a bit flustered about that now that you had called it out, Volt chuckling at his embarrassment. 

“Thehey do have a point there, dear.”  Eddie shot a glare to him, and then back to you before removing his hand from your hair and placing it on your ribs.  He didn’t actually do anything yet, but the contact of his hand on the spot made you tense, as you expected him to immediately dig into it.  

“And here I was trying to be the nice one.  I guess that was my bad.”  His words were full of a playful irritation that made you want to sink right into the couch and disappear, and if you thought Volt’s smirk was evil, Eddie’s was downright villainous, a small bout of regret almost starting to creep its way into your brain.  Before you could apologize or get even a single word out, you felt his nails moving across your ribs in a much more calculated way than your previous attacker.  That combined with the way Volt was still tracing under your arms caused a small shriek to leave your lips, his other hand still preventing you from yanking your arms down as you continued pulling on them.  Not one to be outdone, Volt stepped up his game as well, turning one finger into three under both arms, adding his thumb and middle finger to scritch his silver painted nails in and out the center of your underarms.

“W-Wahait! Sohorry, Ihi’m sohohorryyy!”  Hiccups began filling your laugh as the sensations overwhelmed your brain, unable to decide which one was worse.  Neither of them listened to you, too busy enjoying your helpless laughter and the chance to get revenge for all the times you had sassed them before.  

“You know, I really don’t understand how it took until tonight to find out about this.  I mean, they’re so sensitive, it’s a miracle they were able to keep it hidden till now.”  Volt’s words were directed towards Eddie, but his gaze stayed on you, watching your face as he spoke and moved his hands just slightly around, trying nearby spots like your upper arms and the sides of your underarms, going closer to your back.  He was pleasantly surprised when the latter spot was met with more squeaks in your laugh and your shoulders shaking slightly in an attempt to get his hands away.

“You’re right… How did you manage to keep this from us?  It feels like we’re barely doing anything, yet here you are looking like you're fighting for your life.”  ‘Barely doing anything’ felt like the understatement of the century to you, especially coming from the man who managed to learn just the right ways to take you apart in a matter of minutes, though being honest, it really wasn’t that much of a feat.  He managed to find every spot on your ribs that made you flinch, giggle, and squeal, hitting them with perfect accuracy, yet still keeping his touch gentle enough to not fully overwhelm you.  Volt was more interested in finding every spot on you that he could, aiming for quantity over quality, it seemed.  Every time he changed spots and heard your laugh change, even just slightly, he lit up.  He was clearly enjoying that no matter where he tried, it got some sort of reaction out of you, no matter how big or small it may be.

“Ihi wahasn't tryihing toho!”  That may not have been completely true.  There were  a few times when you may have lied to them when they accidentally tickled you before, but you felt them knowing that may only make things worse for you.  If it weren't for the way your vision slightly blurred from the tears beginning to well in your eyes from laughing, you may have noticed the looks of skepticism the two men shared with each other. 

“Oh dear… I believe they may be lying.”  Volt stopped his hands for a moment, noticing the way your eyes were starting to water, Eddie following right after, though neither moved away from the spots completely.

“Oh, they definitely are.  Did you really think you could keep being this ticklish a secret from us?”  Eddie emphasized his point by giving your side a light pinch, making you jerk away with a squeak before you answered.

“Mahaybe…”  Honestly, you didn't really know what your plan was with hiding it as long as you did.  If you knew it would turn out like this, you probably would have let them find out much sooner. 

“Hmm, I feel as though we should make up for all that lost time of not knowing.  Don't you agree?”  Volt looked to Eddie once more, both sharing the same sinister look with each other.  

“N-No! I don’t!”  You felt your stomach already fluttering yet again with anticipation of another round.  Despite your words, however, you didn’t really want them to stop just yet.  

“Ah ah, dear.  I wasn't asking you, besides, I believe all of us know that's just another lie.”  Volt’s smirk said everything you needed to know.  They had you fully figured out.  Your eyes went wide, a nervous smile taking over your lips against your will as you went to refute.  

“Wha- I don't-”  Your stuttered replies were interrupted by their shared snickers, Eddie speaking up this time.

“Don't think we haven't noticed how you didn't once actually ask us to stop.  Not to mention, I've seen you when working before, you have more strength than that, love.”  Your face felt hotter than ever before, both men having easily caught on to the fact that you really didn't mind this kind of attention.  Through that embarrassment though, you felt relief.  They weren’t weirded out by it, and they were teasing, sure, but they weren’t actually being mean about it.  You realized that the reason you tried to hide your sensitivity wasn’t in fear of this.  It was in fear of judgement, of disgust, of being shamed.  You felt embarrassed in a bit more of a foolish way now.  Of course they weren’t going to hate you or find you weird over something as silly as enjoying tickling, in fact, they both seemed quite happy about the fact that you liked it.

They seemed to notice how flustered you were getting, both beginning to get a bit worried they had made you uncomfortable or assumed wrong as you got quiet.  You were a bit surprised as you felt Eddie release your arms and Volt move off of your legs, shifting himself, and you, to sit on the couch with your legs in his lap.  Eddie moved over, turning himself to the side to have your head resting on his crossed calves, bringing a hand to the side of your face after, softly holding it as his thumb brushed over your cheek.  Volt followed suit, doing the same as he rested his hand right above your knee, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on the side of it, making sure to add enough pressure that it wouldn't tickle.  

“Apologies if we assumed wrong dear, but please know, it’s quite alright if you do like this.  Honestly, I think it’s truly adorable, don't you agree?”  Volt’s voice was softer than you had heard it all night, trying to soothe you in case you were upset, not knowing that it was very much the opposite.  He gave a glance to Eddie as he asked his question, looking for backup in reassuring you.

“It really is.”  Eddie’s eyes were locked to yours, his gaze transfixed on you as if you were the prettiest night sky he ever saw.  He cleared his throat and refocused himself as he realized how much he was staring, the same flush from earlier returning to his cheeks.  If either of you teased him about it, he’d make an excuse about how he was still tired, but you both knew it was bullshit.  

“What he means to say is, while we very much enjoy this, if you truly do not, then we’ll stop. Just say the word, dear.”  Volt grabbed one of your freed hands, pressing a kiss to the back before setting it down with a gentle squeeze.  You took them in for a moment, almost tearing up as you wondered how you got so lucky as to end up together with these two amazing men.  

“I mean, you don’t- you don’t have to stop…”  You couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eyes, glancing towards the television instead, where you saw the ending to the movie that none of you had been paying attention to playing out.  You could feel the tension ease out from both the men you were laid upon, knowing that you were okay and that their assumptions turned out correct.

“That sounds like an invitation, love.”  Volt's sly tone was back immediately, his arm starting to wrap around your legs to keep you still for what he had planned.  You moved your arms to cover your face, trying to block it from their view in an attempt to save yourself even a sliver of dignity tonight.  

“Nuh uh, none of that.  No way you're hiding that pretty face of yours away from us.”  Eddie went to move your arms away from your face, but you decided to be more difficult this time, becoming even more playful than before, now that you had nothing to hide.  You held your arms tightly around your head, blocking as much of your face as you could while not covering your nose too much, still, of course, needing to breathe.  Eddie tried pushing them up gently, but noticed you weren’t budging, raising an eyebrow at you.  

“Oo, our little live wire really wants to play now.”  Volt wasn't helping Eddie at all as he smiled at your newfound stubbornness, it being very amusing for him to see you try to defy the other.  Eddie let out a fake sigh of resignation as he moved his hands from your arms down to your stomach.  

“Guess we'll just have to make you move them a different way then.”  Right as the words left Eddie's mouth, they began again.  Volt's free hand tested out your knees, spiraling his nails from the center outward, his other arm holding your legs strong, keeping you from jerking your leg away.  Eddie, on the other hand, had both his hands on your waist, one gently clawing your stomach near your belly button while his other did the same to your side.  Though you wanted to try and stay stubborn, the combined sensations made you drop your arms almost instantly, grabbing at Eddie's hands, but not deterring him in the slightest.  

“Shihit! Wahahait!”  No matter how much you squirmed, there was no escape. Volt had a steady hold on your legs as he alternated between your knees, loving the way it made you shake and squeak.  Eddie kept his hands moving, lowering them to your hips as he massaged his thumbs into your skin towards the top of them, the same spot Volt had found earlier.  The squeal you let out only motivated him further, keeping his touch focused on them, continuing to softly dig into the spot.

“My, that didn’t last long.”  Volt teased you for your short lived defiance, both men having smug smiles plastered to their faces.  You attempted to flip him off, bringing one hand off of Eddie’s and just barely getting your middle finger up before he switched methods and squeezed above one of your knees while scribbling under the other with the hand of the arm wrapped around your legs.  Your hand quickly fell, hitting down on the couch cushion as you cackled.  

“Well, I am getting them pretty bad, makes sense they wouldn’t be able to hold out.”  Eddie’s voice sounded far too cocky, obviously trying to antagonize the other.  A slightly surprised look took over Volt’s expression for a moment before realizing what the other was doing, playing along with his game.

“That may be true, however, I think I may be what truly made them cave in the end.”  You could sense something brewing between the two of them, a competition that you were the main determining factor in.  You could tell where it was going, the anticipation filling your stomach only adding to the sensations dancing around your legs and waist.  

“Why don't we just have them decide, then?  Tell us, who’s doing a better job of breaking you?”  Eddie leaned forward so his head was almost directly above yours, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he changed from massaging your hips to dragging his nails up and down them, slipping just slightly under the band of your pajama pants.  

“Yes, dear.  Please let us know, and I’d make sure to answer correctly, if I were you.”  Volt stepped up his game as well, moving up to your thighs and targeting the underside of them, scritching all around the area, trying to find the spots that would make you squeal. He got what he wanted and more, a small shriek leaving you at the combined attacks, hiccupy laughter taking over right after.

“Yohou’re bohoth bahad! Gehet awahahay!”  You squirmed as much as you could, but there was no escape from their hands.  You couldn't even figure out what to do with your own, wanting to cover your face, grab at their hands, and slam them on the couch all at the same time.  You settled with grabbing at Eddie's wrists again, his hands being the ones closest to yours.  

“Ah ah.  That doesn't answer our question, love.”  Volt’s hands formed claws as he vibrated them into the sides of your thighs, your legs kicking out in his grip, still without breaking free.  

“Maybe they just need a bit more motivation.”  Another shudder went through you at the way he spoke, questioning how they were planning on making it worse than it already was.  You were surprised when you felt Eddie’s hands pause for a moment, alleviating some of the sensation, but not all, as Volt still continued.  You felt his hands go under your arms and jolted, but he wasn’t attempting to tickle you there this time.  Instead, he lifted you to be sitting up in his lap, tucking his chin into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.  

“Well, this hardly seems fair, I think I may need to even the field a bit.”  Volt stopped as well as he adjusted himself once more, now straddling your calves, giving himself easier access to more of your spots.

“Yohou’re one to tahalk about fair!” Some giggles still fell from your lips as you used the momentary break to catch your breath and call out Volt’s hypocrisy.  He only let out a laugh at you, Eddie even letting out a huff of amusement, one you could feel on your neck from his closeness, it sending a small shiver through you.  

“It is really unfair if you enjoy it, live wire?”  That got you quiet quick, him looking knowingly into your eyes as he said it making it even worse.  An embarrassed pout took over for a moment, mumbling a small ‘shut up’ under your breath that you didn't mean, only serving to entertain both men more.  

“Clearly we aren’t doing enough if they still have this much of an attitude.  I think we need to teach them why they shouldn’t test us so much.”  Eddie’s arms tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed to him as he made sure to speak lighter, being close to your ear.

“I agree, and they still haven’t told us who’s been doing a better job.  I would very much like to know, dear.”  One finger dragged up and down one of your thighs, making sure not to tickle too much, not yet.  

“I cahan’t decide! You’re both mean!”  You wiggled around in their grip, but there was no way you were getting out now, nervous laughs completely taking over before they could even start again.  They couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing how cute you were right now.  You were undeniably flustered, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that told them how much fun you were having, despite your attempts to call them ‘mean’.  

“Oh live wire…”  Volt’s hands stilled for a moment, Eddie leaning in close to your ear right after.  

“You haven’t seen mean yet.”  Before you could even fully comprehend the words that were whispered into your ear, their hands began moving again, it all happening so suddenly that you couldn’t even begin to stop the scream that left your lips.  Volt’s fingers were gently but quickly pinching at your inner thighs, moving up and down them, sporadically switching to dragging his nails across the front or sides of them before changing back again.  Eddie, on the other hand, had unwound his arms from you to place his hands back onto your hips, this time slipping under the bottom of your tank top and massaging his thumbs into your lower back while the rest of his fingers gently dug into the sides of them.  He added on to that by nuzzling his chin into your neck, making sure his stubble softly scraped against the side and down to your shoulder.  

“WAHAIT! NOHOHO!”  You could barely get the words out, far too lost in your own laughter.  Though your body wiggled around as much as was possible, you didn't move much, your two boyfriends keeping you trapped as they continued.

“All you need to do is tell us who's doing a better job, dear.  That can't be too hard, right?” Volt changed his methods again as he spoke, softly digging the tips of his fingers into the spot where your thighs and hips met, enjoying the way it made your laugh get higher and legs attempt to kick out from under him.  It was far easier for him to say that.  You couldn't even focus on the feelings separately, all of them combining to turn your brain to mush as squeals and hiccups poured from your lips.  That was until Eddie moved his hands up to your ribs, now focusing his touch on the lower back of them.  You would have fully folded into yourself if his hands hadn't been there, your laugh turning silent for a moment after the loudest shriek of the night left you.  They both stopped again, mostly in shock, but also wanting to make sure they didn't go too far.  As soon as your giggles came back and your head fell against Eddie's shoulder to reveal your wide smile, they untensed, seeing that you were still having fun.

“I think we have an answer.” Eddie shot Volt a smug look, knowing it was the spot on your back that made you react like that.  Volt rolled his eyes dramatically, not ready to admit his loss just yet.

“Now now. We don't have an answer until they give us one.  Ready to decide, live wire?”  You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to think of how to answer.  Both of them were horribly good teases, and made quick work of finding a good amount of your sensitive spots and what worked best on them, it felt impossible to choose between the two of them. 

“Ihi can't pick.  Cahan't we just say you both win?”  Volt was about to jokingly argue that a decision needed to be made when a loud yawn came from you, it spreading to both men, making all of you realize just how late it had gotten.

“I suppose that's agreeable for now.  Though don't think we'll be forgetting about this anytime soon.”  Volt shot you a wink as he moved off of your legs, Eddie taking you off his lap to be squished comfortably in between them and the couch.  Their arms wrapped around you, holding you protectively as you began to drift off, all the energy you used up quickly catching up to you.

“You did good, get some sleep.” Eddie used the arm that wasn't around you to grab a large blanket, handing one side to Volt as they carefully placed it over all three of you, making sure you were fully covered.

“Thanks guys.. I love you both.. Goodnight.”  The soft smile and tone to your voice melted their hearts, Eddie placing a kiss to your forehead and Volt doing the same to your cheek as they smiled with you.

“We love you too.”  Eddie spoke without fully looking at either of you, still a bit embarrassed whenever he said the words.

“Good night, live wire.”  Volt shut the TV off, pushing himself even closer to you to give you more warmth as you slept.  Eddie copied, leaning into your other side so the three of you could be as close as possible.  It didn't take long for all of you to fully nod off, each of you getting a better night's sleep than you had had in a while.

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Electric Discoveries

This fic is sfw, but still Minors and Ageless blogs DNI

Lers Volt x Eddie x Lee Reader (Gender Neutral, No y/n)

Words: 6232

No spoilers, but this can be read with either normal or realized Volt and Eddie! Just some tk fluff with them cus they took over my brain completely, and I hope yall enjoy!!

Being with Eddie and Volt was amazing. You always felt comfortable, safe, between them whenever you were together, which was a lot. Unfortunately, that usual ‘safety’ quickly turned to danger tonight.

It was late into the night, but all three of you were still awake, relaxing on the couch downstairs as you watched a movie.  It had become a routine every weekend to enjoy one while cuddling up with each other, each of you taking turns on who got to choose what to watch.  It was Eddie's choice tonight, as Volt had picked the last movie, and you the one before.  He chose an older action movie, one you all had watched before, but Eddie especially seemed to like. 

Though there was nothing wrong with the movie itself, Volt and you just didn't quite have the same love for it as Eddie, both of you getting a bit bored towards the middle of it.  The plot seemed to drag on a bit when you already had the knowledge of everything that would happen.  That was what started it all.

Seemingly too bored to stay still, Volt’s hand, that had been resting on your side since the beginning of the movie, began to fidget, his index finger gently swiping up and down it.  You jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden unexpected feeling. 

“Sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you.”  He gave a soft smile as he whispered an apology right next to your ear, assuming that he had just caught you off guard with the movement and startled you.  He stilled his fingers once more, as though he thought it would distract you from the movie you weren't actually paying attention to.

“Ah, don't worry. Was just really into this part, I guess.” You whispered back with a quiet laugh at the end, lying to play off the real reason for your reaction and to hopefully hide your disappointment at him stopping.  Neither Volt nor Eddie had found out about your sensitivities yet.  Though both had come close many times, every time you somehow managed to find an excuse for whatever noise, jerk, or jump you had reacted to their touch with.  

It wasn't as if you disliked it by any means, quite the contrary actually, you just weren't sure if you were ready for either of them to know about that yet.  You feared if they found out and realized that you enjoyed it, they may find it strange, or judge you for it.  Or, on the opposite side, you didn't know if you could take it if they did accept it, imagining them both lovingly teasing you about it making your face grow hot and head spin at the thought alone.  

You were quickly pulled from the thoughts running through your head as his hand suddenly moved again, this time slipping under your tank top to feel the warmth of your skin against his.  He gave a gentle squeeze to your lower side, and while you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful or comforting, it had the same reaction either way.  You jerked slightly away from the touch this time, curling into yourself with a small laugh.  Volt looked at you, almost concerned for a moment, before you saw the pieces connecting in his head.  

“Oh? Oh no… Now isn't this just terrible for you.”  His hand gently squeezed again at the soft skin of your side, this time more purposefully, his lips forming a knowing smirk as you let out another quick laugh.  

“No, Volt- Wait!”  He didn't let you finish as he turned to fully face you, both his hands now latching onto your sides as his nails skittered up and down them with horribly accurate precision.  Your hands shot to his wrists on instinct, but you barely pushed away, pretending to put up a fight for show, all while not actually trying to stop him.

“Apologies, live wire, but I simply can not do that.  This is a very important discovery that just must be explored now, I'm afraid.”  Despite his words, he didn't appear to be sorry at all, continuing to trace his fingers along your waist, his touch traveling up to your ribs.

“Noho! Yohou're inteherrupting the mohovie! Eddiehe!”  You whined out your other boyfriend’s name through your now even more frantic giggles as Volt's fingers tested out the new spot, but you were met with no response from him.

“Am I now?”  Volt gave a confident look, nodding his head towards Eddie, who was laid back against the couch cushion, fast asleep.  You wanted to be mad at him for falling asleep during the movie that he had picked, but he looked so cute sleeping that you couldn't find it in yourself to be truly irritated with him.  This did, however, put you in a tricky position.  With Eddie asleep, this made it so you only had to deal with one of them for now, but it also made it so no one was there to save you from Volt until he decided to spare you.  You debated on trying to wake Eddie up for a moment, thinking he may be on your side and help you get revenge on the other if you did.

Volt seemed to notice your line of thinking as he changed to gentle scratching around your tummy, clearly trying to find every spot that brought a reaction out of you.  He wasn't disappointed as your laugh got even higher, your hands closing a bit tighter around his wrists as he targeted the more sensitive area.

“I don't think you’ll want to do that, dear.  He can be even more merciless than I, especially if his sleep has been disturbed.”  You couldn't fully tell if he was bluffing or not, but the thought of him telling the truth and having to face the wrath of Eddie, along with Volt’s already horrible teasing, was enough to stop you from attempting to wake the slumbering man.

“Yohou're suhuch an ahass!” You suppressed your laugh as much as you could, trying to be quieter than before with the new fear of waking up a vengeful Eddie, but you couldn’t silence yourself completely.  It was a difficult task with Volt’s hands finding every ticklish spot on your waist, it taking everything in you not to squeal when he hit a sensitive patch of skin near the side of your stomach.  

“Oo feisty~ Best be careful though, too loud and he may wake.”  Volt took your words and the way your laugh quieted as a challenge, wanting to see how much it would take for you to get just a bit too noisy and stir the other.  Though he usually wouldn't purposefully disturb Eddie's sleep, he figured he most likely wouldn't mind it so much if he was being awoken by your adorable laughter.  

“Thahat would behe your fahault!”  You whisper yelled as you argued with him, knowing that it really would be more on him than you, but you could tell he didn’t care.  All he was focused on now was drawing more of those beautiful giggles from your lips, any consequences could be dealt with later.  

“And why would it be my fault?  You’re the one making all the noise, love.”  If you were able to glare at that moment, you would have been throwing daggers at him with your gaze, but instead you were only able to give a slightly annoyed look through squinted eyes, a large smile still stuck to your face.  

“Behecause you’re tihickling mehe!”  You tensed as you accidentally got a bit louder for a moment.  You glanced over to Eddie, and felt a wave of relief go through you as you saw he was still completely out.  You already knew he was a deep sleeper, but you couldn’t help still being a bit surprised that he could sleep through all of this so peacefully.  

“Oh am I?  Apologies, I hadn't realized.”  He gave you a fake look of shock which quickly turned back into a cheeky grin as a small laugh escaped him at your statement of the obvious.  You let out a small growl of irritation through your giggles at his sarcasm, wanting to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face.  

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get the chance to do that anytime soon, as he found the sensitive spots located right around the tops of both your hips, lightly pinching on either one.  You let out a small shriek, falling to the side as your legs curled up towards you to get away from and block his attacking hands.  Landing you right on top of Eddie’s lap.  

“Mmn… The hell..?”  Volt’s hands paused for a moment as the dark haired man awoke, albeit a bit groggily, looking down to see you laying in his lap, some giggles still slipping through your lips and a clearly flustered expression spread across your face.

“Eddie! Hehelp! Volt’s torturihing mehee!”  You quickly threw him under the bus, hoping Eddie may side with you if he believed it was Volt’s fault that he was woken up.  Technically, it really was, as you never would have fallen onto him had Volt not been viciously attacking you with tickles.  

“Yes, Eddie, be a dear and help me, won't you?”  Volt used the way you had fallen back to his advantage, moving your legs down onto the couch, despite your effort to keep them curled to you, and sitting atop your thighs as he tried to lure Eddie to his side.  Eddie seemed puzzled at first, but Volt cleared up that confusion by returning his fingers to your hips, making you break into immediate giggles once more as he softly pinched around them.  The previously sleeping man let out an amused sigh as he became more cognisant and realized what you both had been talking about, already knowing whose side he was going to be on.  

“Well, I suppose if you both insist.”  You lost all hope you once had of him helping you as soon as you felt him shift, hearing the playful tone in his voice as his hands took your wrists and easily pinned them above your head onto the couch.  You could instantly tell how screwed you were, now completely stuck between them with no way to protect yourself.  You could feel butterflies fluttering through your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, a small smirk tugging at his lips already.  

“Nohoo! Nohot him! Hehelp mehe!”  You pulled at your hands that were trapped in his grip, though not too hard, not actually wanting to break free.  You knew that if you genuinely told them to stop, then they would, without hesitation, but you didn’t really want that, and they definitely didn’t either.

“Aah, bit too late for that, sorry.  Should’ve been clearer before.”  Just like Volt, there was no hint of remorse in his voice as he decided to join in on the fun, however, his approach was very different from the other man’s.  Rather than jumping in with clawed fingers in an attempt to get the biggest reaction out of you, he gently fluttered his nails on the side of your neck, tracing around to the other side to do the same, back and forth, bringing some small squeaks out of you between giggles.  Perhaps it was just because he wasn’t fully awake yet, but you were surprised how much softer he was about it compared to Volt, though the conflicting feelings almost made it worse. Your brain couldn’t tell whether to focus on those light touches around your neck, or the almost electric sensations spreading throughout your sides as Volt moved up to them once again, wanting to try the area once more now he had easier access to it with your body being slightly stretched out over Eddie’s lap.  

“Mm, yes.  You really should be more specific, dear.  You only have yourself to blame for this, honestly.”  You would have loved to rebuttal, slinging some sort of insult or profanity at the white haired man, but your words were quickly caught in your throat as Volt’s fingers found the spot where your ribs and sides met, a squeal replacing whatever you actually wanted to come out of your mouth.  Both of the men couldn’t stop the soft smiles that took over from hearing all the cute noises you were making from just some simple touches, and you could swear you heard some quiet laughs slip out from Eddie’s lips under Volt’s louder chuckles, your face only growing hotter as you felt your heart skip a beat at the sounds.  

“Thihis ihis so unfahahaiir!”  You whined out a complaint as soon as you found your ability to speak again, one that neither of them seemed to take seriously.  They exchanged mocking looks, knowing that it absolutely was completely unfair, but that fact only seemed to make this even more amusing for them, finding it adorable how you only seemed to fight with your words and never to actually get away.

“Darling, who ever said anything about playing ‘fair’?”  Volt emphasized his words by bringing his hands up to under your arms, which were still pinned above you by Eddie, his grip holding strong, especially for someone who had been sleeping only a few minutes ago.  He tested them first, using only his index fingers to circle around the outside to the center, wanting to see just how ticklish you may be here before going all in.  He was extremely pleased when he heard your giggles getting higher as your arms reflexively jerked down, but didn’t break from the hold they were stuck in, an almost nervous glint in your eyes.  You cursed at yourself mentally for choosing to wear a tank top for a pajama shirt tonight, but the weather has been quite warm recently, so it felt like the best choice earlier on.  

“Y'know, if you didn't want this, then you really shouldn't have woken me up.”  You felt a mix of shock and slight exasperation as you heard Eddie's words, but when you looked up at him, his expression clearly gave away that he was just messing with you.  Seeing the cocky looks on their faces, part of you already began plotting your revenge on them, especially Volt, him being the one who got you stuck in this situation in the first place.  You couldn't focus too much on that right now, though, too busy squeaking under their hands and they tested out every spot they could reach on you.

“Thahat wahas Voholt’s fahault ahand yohou knohow ihihit!”  The mentioned man let out a fake sigh and pretended to look disappointed at your words, still not stopping the tracing under your arms as he did, though Eddie had taken his fingers away from your neck, allowing some slight relief.  

“Still blaming me for your mistake I see… I think we need to teach you how to take some responsibility, live wire.”  A shiver went through you at his tone, it sounding even more sinister than his previous teasing.  You looked into his eyes and hated how someone could look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time.  They were full of so much love and adoration for you, and yet his smirk looked downright evil, only confirming the fact you already knew.  You were screwed.

“V-Voholt, whatehever you’re thihinking, yohou behetter nohot!  Eheddie, hehelp mehee!”  You tried giving Eddie your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to garner some possible sympathy from him, but he just snickered at your misfortune, using his free hand to push your hair from out of your face, running his fingers through it soothingly after.

“Sorry, but Volt’s right.  You really do need to learn how to take responsibility.  I mean, I was sleeping soo well before you woke me up, kinda rude, don’t you think?”  His sarcastic tone was a stark contrast to the comforting way he played with your hair, only making you whine at him more at his refusal to take your side.  

“Yohou fehell asleheep durihing the mohovie yohou pihicked! Isn't thahat ruhude?!”  Knowing you weren't winning him over, you switched to antagonizing him, which may not have been your brightest decision. You saw his face flush red for a moment as his hand froze, clearly a bit flustered about that now that you had called it out, Volt chuckling at his embarrassment. 

“Thehey do have a point there, dear.”  Eddie shot a glare to him, and then back to you before removing his hand from your hair and placing it on your ribs.  He didn’t actually do anything yet, but the contact of his hand on the spot made you tense, as you expected him to immediately dig into it.  

“And here I was trying to be the nice one.  I guess that was my bad.”  His words were full of a playful irritation that made you want to sink right into the couch and disappear, and if you thought Volt’s smirk was evil, Eddie’s was downright villainous, a small bout of regret almost starting to creep its way into your brain.  Before you could apologize or get even a single word out, you felt his nails moving across your ribs in a much more calculated way than your previous attacker.  That combined with the way Volt was still tracing under your arms caused a small shriek to leave your lips, his other hand still preventing you from yanking your arms down as you continued pulling on them.  Not one to be outdone, Volt stepped up his game as well, turning one finger into three under both arms, adding his thumb and middle finger to scritch his silver painted nails in and out the center of your underarms.

“W-Wahait! Sohorry, Ihi’m sohohorryyy!”  Hiccups began filling your laugh as the sensations overwhelmed your brain, unable to decide which one was worse.  Neither of them listened to you, too busy enjoying your helpless laughter and the chance to get revenge for all the times you had sassed them before.  

“You know, I really don’t understand how it took until tonight to find out about this.  I mean, they’re so sensitive, it’s a miracle they were able to keep it hidden till now.”  Volt’s words were directed towards Eddie, but his gaze stayed on you, watching your face as he spoke and moved his hands just slightly around, trying nearby spots like your upper arms and the sides of your underarms, going closer to your back.  He was pleasantly surprised when the latter spot was met with more squeaks in your laugh and your shoulders shaking slightly in an attempt to get his hands away.

“You’re right… How did you manage to keep this from us?  It feels like we’re barely doing anything, yet here you are looking like you're fighting for your life.”  ‘Barely doing anything’ felt like the understatement of the century to you, especially coming from the man who managed to learn just the right ways to take you apart in a matter of minutes, though being honest, it really wasn’t that much of a feat.  He managed to find every spot on your ribs that made you flinch, giggle, and squeal, hitting them with perfect accuracy, yet still keeping his touch gentle enough to not fully overwhelm you.  Volt was more interested in finding every spot on you that he could, aiming for quantity over quality, it seemed.  Every time he changed spots and heard your laugh change, even just slightly, he lit up.  He was clearly enjoying that no matter where he tried, it got some sort of reaction out of you, no matter how big or small it may be.

“Ihi wahasn't tryihing toho!”  That may not have been completely true.  There were  a few times when you may have lied to them when they accidentally tickled you before, but you felt them knowing that may only make things worse for you.  If it weren't for the way your vision slightly blurred from the tears beginning to well in your eyes from laughing, you may have noticed the looks of skepticism the two men shared with each other. 

“Oh dear… I believe they may be lying.”  Volt stopped his hands for a moment, noticing the way your eyes were starting to water, Eddie following right after, though neither moved away from the spots completely.

“Oh, they definitely are.  Did you really think you could keep being this ticklish a secret from us?”  Eddie emphasized his point by giving your side a light pinch, making you jerk away with a squeak before you answered.

“Mahaybe…”  Honestly, you didn't really know what your plan was with hiding it as long as you did.  If you knew it would turn out like this, you probably would have let them find out much sooner. 

“Hmm, I feel as though we should make up for all that lost time of not knowing.  Don't you agree?”  Volt looked to Eddie once more, both sharing the same sinister look with each other.  

“N-No! I don’t!”  You felt your stomach already fluttering yet again with anticipation of another round.  Despite your words, however, you didn’t really want them to stop just yet.  

“Ah ah, dear.  I wasn't asking you, besides, I believe all of us know that's just another lie.”  Volt’s smirk said everything you needed to know.  They had you fully figured out.  Your eyes went wide, a nervous smile taking over your lips against your will as you went to refute.  

“Wha- I don't-”  Your stuttered replies were interrupted by their shared snickers, Eddie speaking up this time.

“Don't think we haven't noticed how you didn't once actually ask us to stop.  Not to mention, I've seen you when working before, you have more strength than that, love.”  Your face felt hotter than ever before, both men having easily caught on to the fact that you really didn't mind this kind of attention.  Through that embarrassment though, you felt relief.  They weren’t weirded out by it, and they were teasing, sure, but they weren’t actually being mean about it.  You realized that the reason you tried to hide your sensitivity wasn’t in fear of this.  It was in fear of judgement, of disgust, of being shamed.  You felt embarrassed in a bit more of a foolish way now.  Of course they weren’t going to hate you or find you weird over something as silly as enjoying tickling, in fact, they both seemed quite happy about the fact that you liked it.

They seemed to notice how flustered you were getting, both beginning to get a bit worried they had made you uncomfortable or assumed wrong as you got quiet.  You were a bit surprised as you felt Eddie release your arms and Volt move off of your legs, shifting himself, and you, to sit on the couch with your legs in his lap.  Eddie moved over, turning himself to the side to have your head resting on his crossed calves, bringing a hand to the side of your face after, softly holding it as his thumb brushed over your cheek.  Volt followed suit, doing the same as he rested his hand right above your knee, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on the side of it, making sure to add enough pressure that it wouldn't tickle.  

“Apologies if we assumed wrong dear, but please know, it’s quite alright if you do like this.  Honestly, I think it’s truly adorable, don't you agree?”  Volt’s voice was softer than you had heard it all night, trying to soothe you in case you were upset, not knowing that it was very much the opposite.  He gave a glance to Eddie as he asked his question, looking for backup in reassuring you.

“It really is.”  Eddie’s eyes were locked to yours, his gaze transfixed on you as if you were the prettiest night sky he ever saw.  He cleared his throat and refocused himself as he realized how much he was staring, the same flush from earlier returning to his cheeks.  If either of you teased him about it, he’d make an excuse about how he was still tired, but you both knew it was bullshit.  

“What he means to say is, while we very much enjoy this, if you truly do not, then we’ll stop. Just say the word, dear.”  Volt grabbed one of your freed hands, pressing a kiss to the back before setting it down with a gentle squeeze.  You took them in for a moment, almost tearing up as you wondered how you got so lucky as to end up together with these two amazing men.  

“I mean, you don’t- you don’t have to stop…”  You couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eyes, glancing towards the television instead, where you saw the ending to the movie that none of you had been paying attention to playing out.  You could feel the tension ease out from both the men you were laid upon, knowing that you were okay and that their assumptions turned out correct.

“That sounds like an invitation, love.”  Volt's sly tone was back immediately, his arm starting to wrap around your legs to keep you still for what he had planned.  You moved your arms to cover your face, trying to block it from their view in an attempt to save yourself even a sliver of dignity tonight.  

“Nuh uh, none of that.  No way you're hiding that pretty face of yours away from us.”  Eddie went to move your arms away from your face, but you decided to be more difficult this time, becoming even more playful than before, now that you had nothing to hide.  You held your arms tightly around your head, blocking as much of your face as you could while not covering your nose too much, still, of course, needing to breathe.  Eddie tried pushing them up gently, but noticed you weren’t budging, raising an eyebrow at you.  

“Oo, our little live wire really wants to play now.”  Volt wasn't helping Eddie at all as he smiled at your newfound stubbornness, it being very amusing for him to see you try to defy the other.  Eddie let out a fake sigh of resignation as he moved his hands from your arms down to your stomach.  

“Guess we'll just have to make you move them a different way then.”  Right as the words left Eddie's mouth, they began again.  Volt's free hand tested out your knees, spiraling his nails from the center outward, his other arm holding your legs strong, keeping you from jerking your leg away.  Eddie, on the other hand, had both his hands on your waist, one gently clawing your stomach near your belly button while his other did the same to your side.  Though you wanted to try and stay stubborn, the combined sensations made you drop your arms almost instantly, grabbing at Eddie's hands, but not deterring him in the slightest.  

“Shihit! Wahahait!”  No matter how much you squirmed, there was no escape. Volt had a steady hold on your legs as he alternated between your knees, loving the way it made you shake and squeak.  Eddie kept his hands moving, lowering them to your hips as he massaged his thumbs into your skin towards the top of them, the same spot Volt had found earlier.  The squeal you let out only motivated him further, keeping his touch focused on them, continuing to softly dig into the spot.

“My, that didn’t last long.”  Volt teased you for your short lived defiance, both men having smug smiles plastered to their faces.  You attempted to flip him off, bringing one hand off of Eddie’s and just barely getting your middle finger up before he switched methods and squeezed above one of your knees while scribbling under the other with the hand of the arm wrapped around your legs.  Your hand quickly fell, hitting down on the couch cushion as you cackled.  

“Well, I am getting them pretty bad, makes sense they wouldn’t be able to hold out.”  Eddie’s voice sounded far too cocky, obviously trying to antagonize the other.  A slightly surprised look took over Volt’s expression for a moment before realizing what the other was doing, playing along with his game.

“That may be true, however, I think I may be what truly made them cave in the end.”  You could sense something brewing between the two of them, a competition that you were the main determining factor in.  You could tell where it was going, the anticipation filling your stomach only adding to the sensations dancing around your legs and waist.  

“Why don't we just have them decide, then?  Tell us, who’s doing a better job of breaking you?”  Eddie leaned forward so his head was almost directly above yours, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he changed from massaging your hips to dragging his nails up and down them, slipping just slightly under the band of your pajama pants.  

“Yes, dear.  Please let us know, and I’d make sure to answer correctly, if I were you.”  Volt stepped up his game as well, moving up to your thighs and targeting the underside of them, scritching all around the area, trying to find the spots that would make you squeal. He got what he wanted and more, a small shriek leaving you at the combined attacks, hiccupy laughter taking over right after.

“Yohou’re bohoth bahad! Gehet awahahay!”  You squirmed as much as you could, but there was no escape from their hands.  You couldn't even figure out what to do with your own, wanting to cover your face, grab at their hands, and slam them on the couch all at the same time.  You settled with grabbing at Eddie's wrists again, his hands being the ones closest to yours.  

“Ah ah.  That doesn't answer our question, love.”  Volt’s hands formed claws as he vibrated them into the sides of your thighs, your legs kicking out in his grip, still without breaking free.  

“Maybe they just need a bit more motivation.”  Another shudder went through you at the way he spoke, questioning how they were planning on making it worse than it already was.  You were surprised when you felt Eddie’s hands pause for a moment, alleviating some of the sensation, but not all, as Volt still continued.  You felt his hands go under your arms and jolted, but he wasn’t attempting to tickle you there this time.  Instead, he lifted you to be sitting up in his lap, tucking his chin into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.  

“Well, this hardly seems fair, I think I may need to even the field a bit.”  Volt stopped as well as he adjusted himself once more, now straddling your calves, giving himself easier access to more of your spots.

“Yohou’re one to tahalk about fair!” Some giggles still fell from your lips as you used the momentary break to catch your breath and call out Volt’s hypocrisy.  He only let out a laugh at you, Eddie even letting out a huff of amusement, one you could feel on your neck from his closeness, it sending a small shiver through you.  

“It is really unfair if you enjoy it, live wire?”  That got you quiet quick, him looking knowingly into your eyes as he said it making it even worse.  An embarrassed pout took over for a moment, mumbling a small ‘shut up’ under your breath that you didn't mean, only serving to entertain both men more.  

“Clearly we aren’t doing enough if they still have this much of an attitude.  I think we need to teach them why they shouldn’t test us so much.”  Eddie’s arms tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed to him as he made sure to speak lighter, being close to your ear.

“I agree, and they still haven’t told us who’s been doing a better job.  I would very much like to know, dear.”  One finger dragged up and down one of your thighs, making sure not to tickle too much, not yet.  

“I cahan’t decide! You’re both mean!”  You wiggled around in their grip, but there was no way you were getting out now, nervous laughs completely taking over before they could even start again.  They couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing how cute you were right now.  You were undeniably flustered, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that told them how much fun you were having, despite your attempts to call them ‘mean’.  

“Oh live wire…”  Volt’s hands stilled for a moment, Eddie leaning in close to your ear right after.  

“You haven’t seen mean yet.”  Before you could even fully comprehend the words that were whispered into your ear, their hands began moving again, it all happening so suddenly that you couldn’t even begin to stop the scream that left your lips.  Volt’s fingers were gently but quickly pinching at your inner thighs, moving up and down them, sporadically switching to dragging his nails across the front or sides of them before changing back again.  Eddie, on the other hand, had unwound his arms from you to place his hands back onto your hips, this time slipping under the bottom of your tank top and massaging his thumbs into your lower back while the rest of his fingers gently dug into the sides of them.  He added on to that by nuzzling his chin into your neck, making sure his stubble softly scraped against the side and down to your shoulder.  

“WAHAIT! NOHOHO!”  You could barely get the words out, far too lost in your own laughter.  Though your body wiggled around as much as was possible, you didn't move much, your two boyfriends keeping you trapped as they continued.

“All you need to do is tell us who's doing a better job, dear.  That can't be too hard, right?” Volt changed his methods again as he spoke, softly digging the tips of his fingers into the spot where your thighs and hips met, enjoying the way it made your laugh get higher and legs attempt to kick out from under him.  It was far easier for him to say that.  You couldn't even focus on the feelings separately, all of them combining to turn your brain to mush as squeals and hiccups poured from your lips.  That was until Eddie moved his hands up to your ribs, now focusing his touch on the lower back of them.  You would have fully folded into yourself if his hands hadn't been there, your laugh turning silent for a moment after the loudest shriek of the night left you.  They both stopped again, mostly in shock, but also wanting to make sure they didn't go too far.  As soon as your giggles came back and your head fell against Eddie's shoulder to reveal your wide smile, they untensed, seeing that you were still having fun.

“I think we have an answer.” Eddie shot Volt a smug look, knowing it was the spot on your back that made you react like that.  Volt rolled his eyes dramatically, not ready to admit his loss just yet.

“Now now. We don't have an answer until they give us one.  Ready to decide, live wire?”  You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to think of how to answer.  Both of them were horribly good teases, and made quick work of finding a good amount of your sensitive spots and what worked best on them, it felt impossible to choose between the two of them. 

“Ihi can't pick.  Cahan't we just say you both win?”  Volt was about to jokingly argue that a decision needed to be made when a loud yawn came from you, it spreading to both men, making all of you realize just how late it had gotten.

“I suppose that's agreeable for now.  Though don't think we'll be forgetting about this anytime soon.”  Volt shot you a wink as he moved off of your legs, Eddie taking you off his lap to be squished comfortably in between them and the couch.  Their arms wrapped around you, holding you protectively as you began to drift off, all the energy you used up quickly catching up to you.

“You did good, get some sleep.” Eddie used the arm that wasn't around you to grab a large blanket, handing one side to Volt as they carefully placed it over all three of you, making sure you were fully covered.

“Thanks guys.. I love you both.. Goodnight.”  The soft smile and tone to your voice melted their hearts, Eddie placing a kiss to your forehead and Volt doing the same to your cheek as they smiled with you.

“We love you too.”  Eddie spoke without fully looking at either of you, still a bit embarrassed whenever he said the words.

“Good night, live wire.”  Volt shut the TV off, pushing himself even closer to you to give you more warmth as you slept.  Eddie copied, leaning into your other side so the three of you could be as close as possible.  It didn't take long for all of you to fully nod off, each of you getting a better night's sleep than you had had in a while.

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I FINALLY FINISSHHEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!

I still need to reread it to edit/fix stuff, but I should have it out this week!!! It ended up being around 6000 words, which is by far the longest fic ive ever done, but omg it feels so good to have inspo again, fuck I love them so muchasgsjsnwmw

I know i was just posting about Tenna a bit ago, but uhhhhh

How yall feel about the them?

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Im getting very close to finishing the Volt/Eddie/Reader fic, but if anyone wants, feel free to send Date Everything chars that you want me to do some hcs of!!! Im really into the game right now and would love to do stuff for other characters, and I think hcs would be a good place to start :3 i know a good amount of the characters and dont really have any that I really dislike, so feel free to send any u want!

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4000 words into the fic, guys im so cooked, I need them bad

I know i was just posting about Tenna a bit ago, but uhhhhh

How yall feel about the them?

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I know i was just posting about Tenna a bit ago, but uhhhhh

How yall feel about the them?

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Hi! Could you write a platonic fic for Venom/Eddie? I was thinking Venom learns about raspberries and uses them on Eddie while straddling him?

HIHI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT 😿 I had a bit of trouble with this one I'm ngl, but I hope it came out okay and that you enjoy it!!

Ler Venom, Lee Eddie, Words: 969

Minors and Ageless DNI

Sometimes, watching TV with Venom turned out to be a bad idea.  Eddie knew he made the wrong choice with the movie he picked as a small scene played, a girl blowing a raspberry on her boyfriend's stomach, Venom taking interest in the action.

“What are they doing Eddie?  It looks like that woman is trying to eat that man's stomach, why is he laughing? Shouldn’t he be yelling in excruciating pain?”  Eddie felt himself already growing nervous at Venom’s continuous questions, the symbiote clearly confused by the action, and knowing he wouldn’t get out of explaining.  

“Yeah, that’s not what she’s doing, bud.  It’s called a raspberry, it’s something two people who are very close to each other might do to make the other laugh.”  Eddie hoped this would suffice, despite keeping his answer as vague as possible, not wanting to fully go into why exactly it made a person laugh. He knew he would be subject to it if he did.  When Venom first found out about tickling, Eddie didn’t know if he would survive, the alien trying it out for himself right after and finding every sensitive spot on his body, even ones he had no idea about beforehand.  It didn’t help that he was literally in the man’s head, able to tell right away what worked best on him and where was the most sensitive, not to mention making it so he couldn’t hide the fact that he didn’t exactly mind the sensations.  

“We are close, and like when you are laughing. How do I do a ‘raspberry’?”  Eddie felt himself groan internally, knowing he was getting stuck deeper and deeper down a growing hole, but not willing to give in to his own doom so easily.  

“Yeah, no.  That's not something you need to learn how to do.  Want me to laugh, try being funny.”  It probably wasn't the best idea to antagonize him after denying the request, but it was in Eddie's nature to be snarky, no matter the situation.  Venom came out from his host slightly, shoving his face in front of Eddie's and blocking the TV, clearly outraged by the insult to his humor.  

“WHAT?! I am hilarious! If you will not tell me, then I will figure it out myself!”  Eddie realized he made the wrong move as soon as he heard the declaration, feeling something wrap around his waist as Venom's head drifted down to his stomach.  

“Woah woah woah! Okay, okay! I'll tell you!”  Eddie panicked as soon as the head moved towards his torso, unable to move as the black tendrils circling his lower half held him tightly to the couch.  With a huff, he gave in, worried what the symbiote might try to do to his stomach if he wasn't told what a raspberry actually was.

“Good choice.” That was all Venom said as he looked at Eddie expectantly.  Another sigh left him as he tried to find the best way to explain it to him.

“Well, um, usually when someone is doing that to another person, they'll, ah, press their lips to their skin and blow. That’s it.”  Eddie looked nervously at the alien, not knowing if he would understand what he meant, and praying he wouldn't have to go into further detail.

“I understand. So like this?” Before Eddie could even comprehend the movement, Venom was under his shirt and right over his stomach, blowing on the skin right above his belly button.

“Shihit! Noho!”  Eddie jolted, trying to curl into himself as wheezy laughs escaped him, but found his body still held tightly to the couch by the black tendrils of symbiote.  Venom stopped, bringing his head through the hole at the top of his shirt to get in his face once more at the ‘no’ that was shouted.

“NO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO? I DID AS YOU SAID.” The irritation was clear in his growled voice, not understanding what he did differently from Eddie's instructions.  Eddie almost laughed at that alone, finding it slightly amusing how fixated the other was on getting such a silly thing right.

“Noho, no. You did it right, it just- it tickles, okay?!”  The words came out slightly rushed as he tried to calm Venom, but he quickly realized the mistake he had made.  The previously outraged expression quickly turned to one of intrigue and, unmistakably, mischief.  

“This tickles?” The question seemed genuine, like he couldn't understand how the action could create that kind of feeling, Eddie giving him a quick nod in response. 

“Good.”  That was all he got before the head disappeared from his view and the feeling struck again, Venom quickly repeating the prior action, this time closer to the now giggling man's side.  

“No! Nohot good! Bahad, vehery bahahad!”  He tried to sound stern as he pushed at the head above his waist, but both failed, Venom not moving an inch, and his voice cracking with high laughs.  

“I disagree.”  Venom gave a short response before resuming the action on every spot around his stomach and sides, enjoying both Eddie's laugh, and the way he failed to move him away.  It wasn't till Eddie's laugh started getting silent that he stopped, feeling that he needed more air in his lungs.

“Yohou.. are never allowed to do that again.”  Eddie's body relaxed as the tendrils unwound themselves from his waist, Venom's head smiling gleefully at him. 

“Why? You liked it as well.”  He laughed at Eddie before merging himself with the other once again, knowing he would just try and deny it, but Venom could tell when he was lying.

“Yeah, well, shut up.”  With a red face and new fear of Venom using this knowledge anytime he wanted, Eddie settled back into the couch, ready to fall asleep after the long night.

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heyo! just wondering if ya almost done with the lee!opera req i sent you a couple weeks (?) ago (no pressure no pressure)

Apologies, but I haven't had time to work on that one as much :( I'm still trying to finish a request that was sent in quite a while ago and am also working more on things that I'm currently more fixated on than mairuma at the moment, but I promise I have started it and do plan on writing it! Things have also been very busy for me lately and its probably gonna be that way for a bit, as summer is a lot more hectic at my job than other times and I have some other things going on, but I do thank you for sending in a request and hope I can get it done somewhat soon!

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And the final results are in!! This was tied so many of the times I looked at, so I gen had no idea which was going to win, but the final decision is ler Tenna and lee Reader! Hopefully I can work on it soon after finishing the last drabble request, and thank you to everyone who voted :3

Guys im having such bad Tenna brainrot and am curious, if I wrote a Tenna x reader fic, what would yall wanna see?

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Rbing cus voting ends tomo! Also I forgot to say before, but if the top 2 tie, them option 3 will be picked by default :3

Guys im having such bad Tenna brainrot and am curious, if I wrote a Tenna x reader fic, what would yall wanna see?

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Guys im having such bad Tenna brainrot and am curious, if I wrote a Tenna x reader fic, what would yall wanna see?

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(WARNING FOR POSSIBLE DELTARUNE CH 3 SPOILERS! Not rlly anything big but putting just in case for ppl who wanna see as little as possible of it,, more thoughts ab it below the cut 😼)

Uuuhhhh, cheesed to meet you?

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

IM SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THIS STUPID TV MAN RAAHHHHH!!! I'm sorry but I need him so bad, he's so goofy and lame and sillyajdkdlsak

The first text bubble is a reference to this line cus its been soo stuck in my head

He's so switch to me, like he loves making others laugh and smile and he finds it really fun on the givinh side, but he also enjoys being on the receiving side cus he loves the attention and I think he would be very touch starved,, It's so easy to turn it on him too, like he's so sensitive the smallest flutter of nails like anywhere will make him jump and squeal

I might make an actual hc post or fic for him sometime, but it's just needed to make smth for him and my sona cus omg I love him so much

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come back to [REDACTED] kitten~

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Of course baby~

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The Stealthiest Among Us

Word count: 10,800 (beating out Lovebirds by 100 words 😲)

Warnings: Chasing, ruthless tickles 😏

Please excuse this break between your regularly scheduled prompt fulfillments to allow me to dump this fic idea out of my head 😂

Thank you to my good friend @writingfics-passingtime for collaborating on this one with some FANTASTIC ideas!! 💚💚

If you haven't played Among Us before, the brief synopsis is it's an online multiplayer game where you are a little adorable spaceman and you have to complete tasks on a spaceship. Randomly, you may be assigned as the imposter, which means your job is to kill your friends without getting caught. (It sounds violent but it's not graphic I swear!)

Hope you enjoy!!

It had become something of a tradition in the compound. The first Saturday of the month was reserved for team bonding over game night. For the last few months, the selected game had always been the same – Among Us.

There was just something so satisfying about running around as a guy in a cute little space suit trying to murder your friends without getting caught. Sure, some of the team was better at it than others. Clint couldn’t seem to catch on to the whole ‘sneaking around’ aspect of the game, often shouting out in triumph when he got a kill and blowing his cover. Bruce was often so focused on completing his tasks that he didn’t notice when he walked over a crewmate’s body, earning himself an unwarranted ejection from the ship when everyone then accused him of being the imposter. Steve was far too diplomatic, trying to facilitate all sides of the discussion and thus putting himself in the crosshairs during voting time.

You had made somewhat of a name for yourself as a lethal imposter. You actually had to tone it back a bit after a few rounds because people started to suspect you if someone was killed in the first fifteen seconds of the game. When you and Peter were paired up together as imposters, you were practically unstoppable. It frustrated the team to no end.

But there was one person who was clearly more irritated by your skills than any of the others, and that was the God of Mischief himself.

He prided himself on being stealthy and clever, which is exactly the sort of skill that one needed to excel at this game. When he was assigned the imposter role, he was truthfully very good at it, mostly because he could talk his way out of nearly any situation. Someone happened to walk in while he was murdering another crewmate? He’d spin it around and make everyone believe it was the accuser who did the killing. Someone wondered how he made it from one end of the map to the other in a matter of seconds? He convinced them it had been much longer than it actually had been. He was so cool and collected while spinning his lies, it was nearly impossible to tease out the truth.

But if you happened to be the imposter, and he was assigned as a crewmate, things went very differently. The first time you’d managed to kill him without getting caught, the subtle glare he’d shot you across the room could have sliced you in half, much like you’d just done to his fictional likeness. Most people would be deterred after receiving such a dangerous look from the trickster, but it merely egged you on. You found far too much amusement in teasing him, knowing how easy it was to get under his skin. (Not to mention, the added attention you received from the handsome prince was an added bonus.) You’d taken to seeking him out whenever you were the imposter, tracking him down and killing him first. It was just so entertaining to watch him get all riled up, slamming his phone down in his lap as you disappeared into the nearest vent to take cover.

Tonight was no different than any other game night. You were assigned the imposter role during the very first round, already seeking out Loki’s little green spaceman character to take him down. You found him in the armory, hidden around the corner as he completed his weapons task. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was nearby, you slipped around the corner and pressed the kill button, sprinting in the other direction the moment you saw his spaceman fall. Loki was seated next to you today, a few feet separating the two of you so as not to be able to see each other’s screens, but close enough for you to hear the frustrated huff of air that escaped through his nose when you sliced his spaceman in half.

Loki was forced to remain silent through the remainder of the round now that he was a ghost. You, Thor, and Peter managed to knock out the rest of the crew in a very short amount of time, frustrating the twelve crewmates who lost the round. As Peter set up the next round and Thor cycled through every available hat for the second time that evening, Loki leaned closer to you, speaking in a low growl.

“You’d better watch your back.”

You chuckled lightly under your breath, smirking as you turned to look at him. “What’s wrong, Loki? Can’t handle someone being sneakier than you?”

“You’re fortunate this is just a simple virtual game, agent. I doubt you’d consider yourself to be stealthier than myself if you weren’t hiding behind your electronics.”

“Wait! That’s a GREAT idea!!”

Both yours and Loki’s heads whipped up to look at Peter sitting across the room, staring at you both with an eager smile on his face. He’d caught everyone else’s attention as well with his sudden outburst.

“Guys – what if we actually made a real-life version of Among Us for next month’s game night??” he suggested excitedly.

“You want to see us murder each other?” Bruce deadpanned.

“No! No, not like that real-life. We could totally develop a simulation of the game though! A-and we could set up a system to randomly choose imposters each round, and to say when someone gets ‘murdered’ by an imposter… O-oh and we could make a bunch of tasks we could all have to do… Guys, seriously, this would be so cool!!”

“It’s… not a bad idea, actually,” Steve agreed, nodding approvingly. “It would be a great team bonding event.”

“Mr. Stark! You would help me set everything up, right??” Peter asked, turning to Tony with wide eyes and a huge grin. Tony laughed, patting Peter fondly on the shoulder.

“Of course, kid. Anything to make Capsicle lay off about this ‘team bonding’ nonsense.” Tony smirked across the room at Steve, who rolled his eyes. “We’ll get right to work tomorrow, alright? Right now, I want to get some revenge against Jack the Ripper over there.” He tilted his head in your direction, and you grinned proudly in response.

“I’m honored to be compared to such a sneaky criminal,” you jested, turning to look at Loki as you emphasized the word ‘sneaky.’ He shook his head, smirking right back at you.

“Let’s see how sneaky you really are when there are no screens separating us.”

You managed to kill Loki three more times that evening, with him returning the favor only once. By the last time you killed him before any of the others, the team had caught on to your little game, voting you off the ship the moment Loki’s body was found. He looked slightly smug about that, until you leaned over and told him it had been worth it to see his face. His expression quickly morphed into a glare after that.

Peter wasn’t kidding around about this live version that he wanted to develop. He disappeared into the lab early the next morning, coming out for air only when Tony insisted he had to actually eat something before he wasted away to nothing. He’d pop into the kitchen and give a bright but brief hello to anyone who happened to be there, grabbing himself a sandwich and shoving it in his mouth as he made his way back to the lab.

He was very secretive about the whole thing, not allowing anyone to see what he was up to until it was time for the big reveal. About two weeks into the month, he began setting up tasks around the compound, blocking them off behind curtains or paper or under blankets to prevent prying eyes from seeing his work early. He actually slapped Clint’s hand away from one of them at one point, when the archer became too curious and tried peeking under one of the blankets behind Peter’s back. Bucky had laughed at him for forgetting Peter’s spidey senses (and not to mention, getting slapped on the hand by a teenager was pretty amusing to the super soldier as well.)

You and Loki didn’t converse much about the upcoming game, but you both knew it was on the other’s mind. He noticed you spending more time practicing your stealth combat moves, ducking and rolling under obstacles you set up in the training room for practice purposes to see how quickly you could leap to your feet. You caught his eye on a few occasions as he watched you training, staring at one another for a few moments with a fierce determination in your eyes. Maybe you tried a little harder to show off your skill when you noticed he was watching. He had to know what he’d be up against, after all.

The next game night finally arrived, and you found yourself gathered in the lab with the team awaiting Peter’s instructions. The young hero stood proudly in front of the group, delighted to finally demonstrate the live version of the game he enjoyed so much that he, himself had developed (with Tony’s help, of course). He held up a red vest, which looked strikingly similar to one you might wear in a game of laser tag, demonstrating how to put it on over his shoulders.

“Everyone is going to wear one of these, which will light up white at the beginning of each round. Imposters will need to use the attached ‘weapon’ -” Peter unsheathed a cylindrical stick from the side of the vest, “- and touch it to the sensor on the front or the back of the vest to ‘kill’ the crewmate. When that happens, the sensor light on their vest will turn red to show the crewmate was murdered. Mr. Stark wouldn’t let me make it so the vest would immobilize you…”

“Sorry kid, can’t incapacitate the world’s mightiest heroes just so we can play a game,” Tony interjected.

“Fine, I know, I know…” Peter sighed in disappointment. “Anyway, so if you get ‘murdered,’ you’ll just have to lie down on the floor where you were killed until someone finds you.”

“I will do no such thing,” Loki griped, scowling.

“You’re no fun!” you whined, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Ok, or… sit on the floor, or whatever! Just don’t go anywhere until someone finds you.” Peter took a deep breath, moving on with his instructions. “The vests are programmed into these communication devices here,” he continued, holding up what looked like a smaller version of a cell phone. “These are also how you report a ‘body’ – just press the report button and everyone gets a notification to come to the conference room to discuss. It will also tell us if enough people have been ‘killed’ for the imposters to win, or if all the tasks have been completed for the crewmates to win. And, at the beginning of each round, it will tell you if you’re a crewmate or an imposter. If you’re a crewmate, it will tell you your assigned tasks to complete around the tower. If you’re an imposter, it will tell you who your imposter partners are. You can also sabotage from the comms device if you’re an imposter.”

“Wow. You put a lot of thought into this, Peter,” Steve applauded.

“Yeah this is really cool! Can’t wait to try it,” Wanda concurred. Peter looked like it was his birthday, positively beaming under all the praise.

“You guys really like it?? I’m so psyched to finally put it into action!” He pointed to a table where the rest of the vests were laid out. “Everyone put on a vest and grab a comms device, and we’ll get started!”

You scooped up the cyan colored vest from the table, putting it on over your shoulders while everyone prepared for the first round. When you reached for the matching cyan comms device, you were stopped by a hand crossing in front of yours, grabbing hold of the green comms device and blocking your path. Your eyes rose to meet Loki’s where he stood hovering over you, already wearing his green vest.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to get set up to play, here, Loki,” you groaned.

“As am I, darling.” He pocketed his device, gazing down at you with his vivid blue-green eyes. “I certainly hope you’re as stealthy in reality as you make yourself out to be in the virtual game. You wouldn’t want to fall at the hands of the God of Mischief.”

“Don’t worry – you won’t be able to find me to kill me,” you taunted, smirking as you finally grabbed your own comms device and pocketed it. “And when it’s my turn to do the killing, you’d better watch your back.”

Loki chuckled, deep and low from the center of his chest. “It’s adorable that you believe yourself to be capable of besting me at a game of stealth, lies, and deceit.”

“I’ve done it before. I doubt this will be much different.”

Loki opened his mouth to retort, but Peter cut him off, announcing the impending start of the first round. He set his jaw and gave you one last, hard look.

“I’ll see you on the battlefield, agent.”

“Looking forward to it.” You grinned slyly, brushing past him to exit the lab. You could feel his eyes fixed on your back as you retreated.

You decided to head up to the kitchen to start, hoping it would be fairly empty. As you entered the room, your comms device buzzed in your pocket. Sliding it out of your pocket, you peered down at the screen to learn your role for this round.

Imposter

Excellent, you thought. You could prove right off the bat that you were more skilled than the God of Mischief at stealth and deceit. In your mind, you began formulating a plan to catch him off guard.

Gazing at your device, you pretended to be reviewing your tasks as you wandered back down the hallway. Bruce and Bucky were your co-imposters this round – you knew Bucky would likely have a plan and only hoped Bruce could manage to ‘kill’ someone and escape without being detected. You had a clear goal in mind to start – find Loki and make him your first victim, just as you always did.

The halls of the tower were eerily quiet. Peter had dimmed the lights a bit throughout the tower, ‘for dramatic effect’ he had insisted. As an imposter, it provided you with a bit of shadow to hide in should you find the need. You wandered cautiously down the hallway and into the stairwell, pretending to be on your guard in case anyone should see you walk by.

When you reached the first floor and stepped out into the hallway, you found yourself face to face with Tony. The two of you eyed each other warily, you side-stepping around him without letting him out of your sight to play up the crewmate façade you were trying to maintain. He seemed to buy it, continuing into the stairwell where he’d originally been heading. Tony was safe from you for now – you had a target in mind, and you weren’t going to waste your first kill on anyone else.

You continued down the hallway and around the corner, heading toward the library. It seemed like exactly the place where Loki would choose to begin the round. Steve passed you on the way, nodding militarily at you before stepping around and continuing on his path. Excellent - another person who could believe you were innocent.

As you rounded the corner, you paused, seeing the dark-haired Asgardian in the hallway up ahead. You quickly ducked back around the corner and poked your head around to try to be less conspicuous, assessing his next moves carefully from a distance. You were somewhat proud of yourself for having predicted where he’d be, standing right outside of the entrance to the library.

There was a utility closet in the hallway a few feet from the library door. You watched silently as Loki glanced down at his comms device, his eyes then lifting to look at the door to the closet. He opened the door and ducked inside, leaving the door ajar behind him.

Perfect.

You glided swiftly down the hallway, keeping your footsteps light and deliberate to avoid making noise. As you approached the closet door, you peered around inside to see Loki working on some wiring task in the back of the closet, working off the light streaming in from the hallway. You knew the moment you rounded the door and slipped inside, he would see your shadow. You had to be fast. Taking a breath, you slid in through the open door, shutting it behind you as you brandished your weapon and aimed to strike.

The moment before you could touch your weapon to the sensor on the back of Loki’s vest, he whipped around and grabbed hold of your wrist, pushing your arm away. You huffed, trying to keep quiet as you grappled with the trickster to free your wrist from his grasp.

“Loki!” you hissed. “This is cheating! You can’t wrestle the imposter to prevent yourself from being killed!”

“I don’t recall Parker ever mentioning that rule,” he drawled, grabbing hold of your other wrist as you tried reaching up to take your weapon in your non-dominant hand. He was toying with you, you knew – holding your arms hopelessly away from his vest so you couldn’t execute the kill you’d been trying to complete. You twisted your dominant wrist hard, wrenching it from his grip and shooting your arm out toward the front sensor on his vest with your weapon extended. He knocked your hand away again, the smirk on his face barely visible in the dim light emanating from both your vests.

“Stop fighting me! I beat you fair and square,” you demanded in a whisper.

“And yet the light on my vest is still white. Have you suddenly developed color blindness, agent? You may want to have the doctor check that.”

“Ugh. You’re infuriating.” You tugged on the wrist that was still clasped in Loki’s hand, jerking him forward from the sudden change in momentum. Swiftly, you swung your arm around the back of him to aim for the sensor on the back of his vest, trying to catch him off guard. Unable to grab for your wrist behind him, his free hand shot up to your upper arm just above your elbow, fingers wrapping around your bicep as he shoved your arm away before you could reach all the way around the back of him.

“I could report you, you know,” he hummed, releasing your wrist and reaching for his pocket where his comms device was stored.

Instinctively, your hand darted out to grab his wrist to prevent him from sliding his hand into his pocket. Loki predicted this move, yanking his arm downward the moment your fingers closed around his arm, making you stumble off-balance. In one smooth motion, he twisted his arm to grab hold of your wrist, bending your arm at the elbow and pulling it behind your back. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back, grasping your waist above your hip to roughly spin you around so your back was against his chest.

“You know… as the imposter, you’re supposed to catch crewmates in a trap. It seems you’ve found yourself trapped by a crewmate. A rookie mistake.” Loki’s voice was hushed, a low rumble in your ear to prevent passerby from hearing. You grunted, twisting your torso to break free of his grasp on your hip, but he held fast, sliding his hand around your belly to tighten his hold on you by wrapping an arm around your middle.

You spluttered and crumpled a bit, desperately biting back a giggle as his fingers raked across your belly to rest on your other side. Gods it tickled. It had been so long since anyone had tickled you, you’d forgotten how sensitive you were. This was not a characteristic you wanted the God of Mischief to be privy to about yourself. Especially in such a precarious position.

Hopeful that he hadn’t really noticed your reaction in the struggle, you tried playing it off that you were trying to lean forward to break his hold. You were pleased to notice that Loki’s chest was heaving with the exertion of the struggle, knowing you had at least put up a bit of a fight. You had to redirect his thoughts before he tried to piece together your reaction.

“A-are you pleased with yourself now? Now that you’ve succeeded in cheating your way out of being killed?” you hissed.

“Tsk, tsk,” Loki tutted, “Someone is being a sore loser.”

“Yeah. You.” You yanked a bit on your arm that was still pinned behind your back, causing Loki to tighten his grip on your waist, his fingertips digging into the soft skin inches above your hip. You couldn’t prevent a small gasp from escaping your lips at the sudden contracture of his fingers. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer if he continued prodding at your side, you stopped struggling against him. “What exactly do you think this is going to prove?”

“As I understand it, you believe yourself to be stealthy enough to sneak up on me. I believe this proves you are sadly mistaken.” He leaned his head forward a bit to see your face over your shoulder, pressing his thumb into your belly in the process. You twitched slightly, gritting your teeth to hide the smile threatening to break out on your face. Loki’s eyes were fixed on you, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. “And you seem to be trying to keep me talking. Why might that be?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.” His hand squeezed at your waist a few times in rapid succession, a poorly suppressed giggle slipping from your mouth.

Shit.

“Loki…”

“My, my. Isn’t this quite a quandary you’ve gotten yourself into.” Loki scratched his fingertips gently against the thin fabric of your T-shirt, chuckling as your shoulders began shaking with short, breathy laughs. “How unfortunate for you, being so devastatingly ticklish.”

“L-Loki… c-cut it out,” you demanded.

“I suggest you keep your voice down, darling – you wouldn’t want someone to hear you. They might begin to suspect you – it’s not a good look, holding that weapon in your hand while hidden in a closet with your favorite person to kill.”

That’s right. You still had your weapon in your free hand.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you quipped, whipping your hand blindly behind your back and shoving the weapon between you and the trickster’s chest, praying you could make contact against the sensor before he realized…

“You little cretin!” Loki growled. The glow from his vest suddenly changed from white to red, and you made a quiet whoop of victory. His next words were uttered in a low, dangerous tone. “You think you’ve won, do you?”

The next comment you planned to throw out died at your lips as his fingers crawled higher up your side, digging into your lower ribs. Your giggles intensified for a moment before you sucked in a breath and held it, trying to keep quiet. You pressed your lips together tightly to prevent any more giggles from slipping out.

“Very good, little imposter. I wonder, though, how much can you take before you lose that control over your laughter? Would be a shame for someone to find you standing over a ‘dead body’ giggling.”

Higher and higher, his fingers climbed, pinching and scratching at each rib on their ascent as he sought out the one that would break your resolve. You spasmed and let out a tiny involuntary whine when his fingertips found purchase on a particularly sensitive spot about three ribs below your underarm. The rumbling laugh that reverberated in Loki's chest made your stomach swoop.

"Oh, my. This seems promising." With just one finger, he gently scratched along that triggering rib from the middle of your side, slowly trailing around to ward your back. As his finger grazed along the spot where your side wrapped around to your back, you jerked your arm to try to block his reach with your bicep. "There it is."

"Loki, wait-"

A sudden buzzing in both of your pockets drew your attention. Loki released your arm, maintaining his grip around your ribs as he pulled his comms device from his pocket.

"A body's been reported," he informed, looking up from the screen to look you in the eye. "How fortunate for you. But it's a shame I already know your secret."

"Too bad you’re a ghost. You can’t tell anyone anything," you goaded, pulling his arm with your freed hand away from around your midsection. He allowed it this time, stepping around you toward the door. He paused as his hand rested on the door handle, looking at you in the dim light.

"That's not the secret I was referring to."

Loki smirked as your face flushed with heat, finally turning the handle and motioning for you to step out first. Squinting in the sudden bright light of the hallway, you didn't look back as you hurried on your way to the conference room for the vote. It was Wanda's body who'd been reported. No one was the wiser that you'd 'killed' the God of Mischief only minutes before.

You decided it was best to avoid the trickster ‘ghost’ for the remainder of the round in the name of self-preservation. He thought he'd found your ticklish spot, you knew he did. But, although it had been quite a long time since the last time you'd been tickled, you knew exactly where that spot really was. If he discovered it... based on how much he'd already affected you in your less weak spots, you would be done for.

When the vote had been cast, with too many abstaining from voting to knock anyone out, you filed out of the conference room along with the others and pretended to go about your tasks as assigned. You came across an unsuspecting Clint working alone in the study, making quick work of striking him down and hurrying along on your way while he groaned in frustration. Pulling out your comms device, you feigned searching for your next task and pulled up the sabotage options, flipping off the lights in hopes that one of your co-imposters might score an additional kill in the cover of darkness while you awaited your 40 second kill cooldown to finish.

Two cycles of voting later, you finished the round off by catching Stephen off guard as he passed by you in the hallway, knowing the imposters would win the round with just one more kill. The comms devices vibrated to signal the end of the round as his vest turned to red. With a cheer of victory, you returned to the conference room to reconvene with the others for the start of the next round.

"Peter, you've outdone yourself," Steve praised, patting the young hero on the shoulder as he entered the conference room. "This was quite a realistic interpretation of the virtual version of the game. Bravo, kid."

"You really mean it?" Peter asked humbly, beaming under the captain's praise.

"I found it to be quite entertaining, young spiderling!" Thor concurred. "I vote for another round!"

"Yes, another round," Loki agreed, speaking mostly to you with a determined look on his face. "Let us hope that our resident serial killer isn't assigned to be an imposter this round."

"You say that as if it's an insult, but I take it as the highest of compliments," you countered, smirking.

"Don't worry - I'll be certain to wipe the smirk off of your face, agent."

You decided to begin the next round in the main lobby, waiting for your comms device to inform you of your role for the round. Moments later, the screen lit up to signify the beginning of the game:

Crewmate

Warily, you made your way down the hallway in search of your first task. Your comms device was directing you to the lab, where a sorting task had been set up. You kept your guard up as you found your way to the stairwell, hurrying down to the basement as quickly as possible to avoid getting trapped in an enclosed space with an imposter.

When you reached the lab, you opened the door and froze on the spot. Loki stood on the opposite side of the room, facing the wall where a rewiring task had been placed. It seemed he’d heard you come in, as he suddenly spun around and locked eyes with you across the lab.

“D-don’t come any closer,” you warned, holding out a hand protectively. Loki raised his hands in the air beside his head in a gesture of peace.

“I take it you aren’t an imposter this round, then?” he asked guardedly, slowly lowering his hands to his sides.

“No. And… you?” you asked.

“You just saw me completing my task, did you not?”

“I suppose I did…” Slowly, you walked further into the room, scanning for your sorting task. “Any idea where the other tasks in here are?”

“There’s two on the far side of the room over there,” he noted, gesturing toward the right side of the room. You began walking backwards toward the task, your eyes not leaving his. Loki shook his head, chuckling when you nearly tripped over a stool you didn’t see. “I propose a truce for this round. Wouldn’t want you to injure yourself trying to keep an eye on me, hmm?”

“A truce?” You looked at him through narrowed eyes, assessing his face for any signs of deceit. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“If I were an imposter, I’d most certainly have killed you by now,” he insisted. “You’d certainly deserve it.”

“Rude.” You relaxed slightly, seeing that he still hadn’t made any motion to lunge at you. “And how would this truce be helpful to me?”

“Go on and complete your task. I’ll watch the door for any intruders.” Loki gesticulated for you to continue, stepping closer to the door to stand guard. Watching him for a moment, you finally gave in and quickly headed over to your task. He made no signs of moving as you separate out the crystals on the table into their respective bins.

“Why would you want to help me, after last round?” you asked as you placed a purple crystal into the right-sided bin.

“We’re on the same team.” His eyes remained fixed on the door while he spoke to you across the room. “Alone, one of us could easily be taken by an imposter, but together it would be much more difficult to kill one of us without the other noticing.”

“I suppose that’s true… But why me, and not any of the others?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, darling. You’re simply the first crewmate I’ve come across this round.”

“Ah. So, it’s a partnership of convenience then, and not out of strategy?”

“Something like that.” He glanced over at you for a moment. “Although had I encountered Bruce or Steve first, I’d not have aligned myself with either of them. I do have some standards.”

“Well, that’s so much better,” you quipped sarcastically, placing the final crystal in its respective bin. “Alright, where’s your next task?”

Loki pulled out his comms device, glancing at the screen. “In the common room. Something about entering a code.”

“I have a wiring task in there.” You crossed the room, tilting your head toward the door. “Shall we?”

The pair of you headed up the stairs to the common room, eyes peeled for any suspicious activity as you went. You heard a voice inside as you approached the doorway, poking your head around the corner only to see Thor standing over Peter with his weapon stick in hand as Peter’s sensor light blinked to red. Barely suppressing a gasp, you whipped out your comms device and pressed the report button. Thor turned to see you and Loki standing in the doorway when his own comms device buzzed. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, then his expression became sheepish as he realized he’d been caught.

“I-I didn’t expect to find you two here!” he exclaimed cordially.

“Oh, save it, dear brother. You know you’ve been caught.”

“Yes!” Peter cheered, high fiving you. “Thanks for avenging my death!”

“Don’t cheer just yet, we’ve still got to convince the others,” you warned.

“That won’t be a challenge. My brother is the most terrible liar I know.”

“Yes, Loki got all of the lying skill in this family,” Thor glowered, giving his sibling a long, hard look as he passed through the doorway. Loki chuckled, following his brother down the hallway to the conference room for the vote, with you close behind.

It was, as Loki anticipated, simple to get Thor voted off. He barely tried to defend himself, merely shrugging and acknowledging he’d screwed up. Quickly, you got back to searching for your tasks, with Loki in tow. The pair of you headed straight back to the common room to complete the tasks you’d intended to finish before you’d witnessed Peter’s ‘murder.’ Peter was already in the common room once again, working on the same code task that Loki had to complete. He turned and waved his hands in the air at the pair of you when he saw you enter.

“Oooooh! Look at me, I’m a ghost!” he declared, grinning.

“I didn’t think ghosts could talk,” you quipped.

“Oh! That’s right – I mean…” Peter slapped his hand over his mouth, refusing to say any more.

You got to work on your wiring task that you'd come to complete before discovering Peter's 'body', finishing just as Loki returned to your side, having completed his code entry. With a wave at the 'phantom' Peter hovering in the room, the pair of you headed off to the library. Loki had his next wiring task in there, and you had to return some books to their shelves. On the way out, you passed Stephen as he headed for his own wiring task, eyeing him suspiciously as you sidestepped around the sorcerer. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he noticed the pair of you working together but said nothing, watching you both until you disappeared from sight.

"Alright - I have a couple more tasks in the kitchen," you informed your mischievous partner.

"As do I. Come on, then. Let's not waste time."

You followed Loki to the stairwell and made your way to the third floor. About halfway down the hallway, Loki's hand shot out in front of you without warning, causing you to halt in your tracks.

"I hear someone inside the kitchen," he muttered.

"There's two of us - whoever it is won't kill one of us in front of the other," you insisted.

"It could be the ideal opportunity to identify an imposter," he argued. "Wait here, and I'll go in first. If I'm murdered, you'll know who it was who did the killing."

"Well... alright, if you're sure..." You motioned for him to continue, and he strode quietly toward the kitchen, rounding the corner through the doorway. You heard a shout, followed closely by a grunt of frustration. Curiously, you stepped forward toward the door, rounding the corner to peek inside.

“Loki?”

Bruce was sitting grumpily on the floor, his vest lit up red after being ‘killed.’ Standing over him were both Loki and Sam, both of whom whipped their heads around to look at you when they heard you enter the room.

“Sam!” you exclaimed, whipping out your comms device to report Bruce’s ‘body.’

“What?? Oh, hell no. You are not pinning this on me. This was all Loki!” Sam shouted.

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki’s brows shot halfway up his forehead. “The young agent and I just walked in to find you standing over Bruce after he’d been murdered. How, exactly, do you expect to explain that to the jury?”

Sam looked to you with pleading eyes. “Wait, you’ve gotta believe me! It was Loki!”

“I’ve been wandering around with Loki this whole time. Sorry, Sam.” With that, you hit report, motioning for the two to follow you to the conference room.

It wasn’t quite as easy to get Sam voted off, since he was doubling down and insisting it was Loki who’d murdered Bruce. The group ultimately looked to you, taking your word for it that Sam had been the murderer. They may not have trusted Loki, but they certainly trusted you. Sam shot you a glare as you followed Loki out of the conference room after the vote had been carried out.

There was only one more task left on your list, which was housed in the training room. You directed Loki to the stairwell, hoping to finish your task quickly in case the final imposter was one of the more skillful killers like Bucky or Nat. If it were one of them, you were convinced they may even be capable of finding a way to separate you from Loki to take you down before he could catch them. No, it was best to finish up so you could find a place to hide until the others finished.

“What was that?”

Loki suddenly grabbed you by the elbow, pointing up the stairwell as he hissed in your ear. You looked up just in time to catch the shadow of a figure bounding up the staircase. Sitting on the landing was Tony, the red light glowing on his vest as he slumped melodramatically against the wall.

“Don’t report it yet – we have to see who that was running up the stairs!” you hissed. Loki nodded in solidarity, following as you began swiftly ascending up the flight of stairs past the fallen billionaire.

Through the railing of the stairs, you could see the occasional glimpse of the shadowy figure sprinting up the stairs. You stayed hot on their heels, with Loki close behind you as you followed them up to the top of the staircase.

“They’re going to the roof!” you whispered, watching as the door at the very top opened and closed with a click. You glanced excitedly at Loki. “We’ve got them for sure – they can’t go anywhere else from here!”

“Let’s finish this, then,” he urged. The pair of you burst through the door, glancing around wildly to see where the figure might have disappeared to. “They must be hiding somewhere. I’ll stand by the door and ensure they don’t escape. Go see if you can flush them out of hiding.”

“Alright – I’ve got this,” you nodded, warily making your way out into the middle of the roof to have a look around.

The sky overhead was dark, flecks of stars barely visible against the bright city lights. It was somewhat overcast that evening, gray clouds occasionally floating across the bright crescent moon hanging in the sky. Even with the light of the moon and stars, combined with the artificial lights of the city, most of the roof structures were bathed in shadow. You had to be on your guard if you wanted to finish this game alive.

Cautiously, you rounded a large, industrial air vent, hastily pacing around each side. After rounding the third corner, you saw the shadowy figure duck out of sight around the other side.

“STOP! I know you’re there!!” you shouted, sprinting to catch up to the mystery imposter. Upon rounding the next corner, you nearly shrieked in surprise when you came face to face with Loki. “Hey! Why aren’t you at your post?? They’re going to escape!”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” he hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips. The mischievous lilt to his voice made your stomach drop.

“No… it… you can’t be…” You glanced over to the door to the stairwell, jaw nearly dropping in surprise when you saw Loki still standing by the door. With a wave of his hand, the Loki standing in front of you made the other Loki disappear in a flash of green light. Your heart rate began to increase steadily as you realized exactly what had happened.

You’d been played.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” you accused, taking a step backward. “You’ve been marinating me this entire time?! P-pretending to make a-a truce when you really just wanted to kill me?”

“I’m really not sure why this comes as such a shock to you, darling. I am the God of Lies, after all. I’ve proven so time and time again in our virtual games.”

“Wait – it was you that killed Bruce, not Sam, wasn’t it?” His smirk broadened, eyes flashing with pride. “And Thor? Did you honestly sell your brother out??”

“Thor was an unfortunate casualty in all of this. It isn’t my fault he’s terribly conspicuous.”

Your eyes flitted back to the stairwell door, wondering if you could outrun him if you tried to bolt before he had the chance to 'kill' you. If you could get to the conference room and push the emergency button, you could call him out and save yourself.

“Don’t even think about trying to run. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”

It was as though he read your mind.

“Worse for myself? You’re just going to ‘kill’ me anyway!” You took a step backward toward the door, preparing yourself to flee. “You can’t possibly expect that I’m going to just take it sitting down.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Loki took a step toward you, and you spun on your heel and ran without a second thought. Your shoes pounded against the cement roof, heart slamming in your chest as you desperately tried to outrun the god. The door to the stairwell was nearly within reach – you just had to get a little bit closer…

“EEK!” You screamed out in shock as an arm shot out and caught around your waist, lifting you easily off the ground and away from your trajectory toward your only exit. You were dragged into Loki’s chest, his arm wrapped tight around your midsection as he pinned you against him to prevent you from running.

“Hello, darling,” he teased, his lips nearly touching your ear, he was so close.

“LOKI! How did you…” You glanced up to where you’d been chased from, seeing another Loki standing where you’d left him when you’d started to run. It, too, disappeared with a flash of green light, the real Loki chuckling sinisterly in your ear. “UGH! Damn you and your clones, Loki!”

“I was merely utilizing my resources,” he contended. “Now then – we have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“Just kill me already! You’ve already won!” you demanded, struggling against his hold.

"Patience, darling," he insisted in a teasing drawl. "It isn't like anyone is going to come looking for you up here. I have plenty of time to... shall we say... make a statement, before I take you down."

“What do you…” Realization dawned on you the moment his other arm wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on your belly. It made your heart leap into your throat, both from nervous anticipation and flustered excitement. “No, Loki, wait… l-let’s be reasonable here…”

"We're far beyond reason at this point. You should count your victories..." You felt his hair brush against your neck as he leaned in impossibly closer. "... no one can hear your desperate laughter."

His fingers began clawing into the side of your belly, and you did, indeed, burst into desperate laughter. You weren't afraid to make too much noise at least - if anything, it could only help your fellow crewmates to find you before Loki tickled you into a stupor before finishing you off. But damn, if his fingers weren't already fraying your nerves.

"You thought you had the last laugh, killing me in that first round. I suppose you'll still have the last laugh, won't you?" He began kneading into your side with his other hand, ticklish shocks wracking through your midsection with every swipe and squeeze of his fingers into the sensitive skin.

"LOKI NOHOHO!" You'd lost all coherent thought, knees buckling beneath you. You thanked the gods above his fingers traveled up your sides instead of down - he'd already been dangerously close to your true weak spot.

"Where was it that made you so nervous earlier..." he pondered aloud, fingertips prodding around your ribcage as he followed you down to the floor of the roof. Your hands grasped uselessly at his, pushing them away from the hypersensitive spot he'd discovered earlier. "I'm not above restraining you, agent."

"Ihi... I'm not about to juhust let you tickle mehe to death without fighTING!" Your voice pitched up as his fingers grazed over that spot on the back of your ribs, stiffening as you prepared for the inevitable torment that was to come.

"There it is." The smirk was evident in his voice as he rested two fingers on the spot, sliding his other hand up your ribcage to meet the matching rib on the opposite side. "Not so high and mighty now, are you?"

"Oh, piss off-FAHAHA!!" With needling precision, Loki's fingers probed deep into the spaces around the triggering rib he'd identified, chipping away at your resolve as you screeched with hysterics. It was scary how unfathomably ticklish that one spot could be, when you knew it wasn't your weakest spot. If he managed to find it, you knew you were done for.

"How can you purport yourself to be so stealthy when you burst into laughter with just a scratching of two fingers along your ribs? Someone as ticklish as yourself can't possibly be that sneaky."

"Lo-HA-LOKI I'M GONNA KIHILL YOU!!"

"I think not, darling. You're not an imposter."

You managed to somehow break free of Loki's grasp around your waist with a harsh twist of your torso, rolling swiftly to the side to shift yourself out of his range of reach. Digging your heels into the ground, you scurried backward as Loki rose from the floor to his feet. He allowed you to put a few feet of distance between the two of you before lunging forward, his hand closing around your ankle and dragging you closer to him with one vicious tug, a minacious smirk on his lips.

"Going somewhere?" Loki leered over you, his eyes glistening with mischief while you fought to regain traction with your other heel to push away from his grasp. His eyes flitted down to your ankle in his hand, his other hand reaching out to clasp just below the first, sliding down to pull your sneaker off in one brisk motion.

"NO! Loki, don't you dahare!" you pleaded, twisting yourself onto your stomach to gain additional traction with your hands against the cement. As soon as you made a few inches of progress, he tugged on your ankle once again, lifting it further off the ground to make you feel all the more helpless. You gasped as his fingertips ghosted along the sole of your socked foot. It had been years since someone had dared even try tickling your feet, usually finding themselves on the receiving end of a swift (and involuntary) kick in the gut, but Loki had your ankle elevated so far off the ground your hips barely touched the floor.

"You must feel extraordinary helpless right now, knowing I have you exactly where I want you." Loki's fingertips fluttered along the arch of your foot, enjoying the twitch and giggle his touch elicited. "Perhaps I'll stay here for a while..." He traced his index finger in circles around the ball of your foot, taunting you as he drew little shrieks from your lips.

"Lo-KI I swEAR I will beHEAT you senseless!"

"Threatening me still? I must not be trying hard enough." Five fingers began scratching against the fabric of your sock, skittering from your heel to your toes and back again. This had you giggling rapidly, but when he wormed his fingers into the space under your toes, you dissolved into belly laughter and began kicking your leg wildly.

Tiring of trying to hold your ankle still, he lowered your leg to the ground, nearly releasing it from his hold but dragging you closer at the last second. He reached forward and grasped your hips before you could begin trying to clamber away.

"AYE!"

You knew the moment you let out the compulsory yelp, the moment when Loki's fingertips wedged into the soft skin just above and inside of your hipbones, you were in it deep. You rolled yourself over onto your back before he could fully register what had happened, but not fast enough to prevent him from planting his weight on top of your legs to keep you from escaping his grasp.

"Well, well. What have we here?" He rested his hands on your hips, thumbs poised to dig deep into those wretched divots beside your hipbones. You started giggling even before he began tickling you, shaking your head wildly and batting at his hands. "For someone so stealthy, you certainly don't hide your weak spot well."

"Lohoki plehehease!! I-I cahan't... EEHAHA noho!" Loki wriggled his thumbs into the spaces by your hips just for a moment, previewing what was to come. It sent electric-like ticklish sparks from your waist up your spine to your ears. "No, noho, Loki..."

"I can't let you get off easy now, can I?" he teased, grinning mischievously down at you.

You knew you weren't going to receive any mercy from the Prince of Asgard. You knew he was going to tickle you until you were a writhing, giggling, incoherent mess under his fingertips. And while you didn't necessarily mind the prospect, you also really wanted to try to escape and potentially still evade your inevitable murder at the hands of the trickster. So, you did the only thing you could think of that might offer you a chance of escape.

You fought back.

In a desperate attempt to throw him off, you shot your hands up under his arms and clawed into the soft skin, positively praying for a reaction. You weren't disappointed - his eyes shot open wide as he clamped his arms to his sides, a bark of a laugh bursting from his throat. You didn't wait around to see how he'd react to the fact that you had just succeeded in tickling the mighty God of Mischief - you scrambled back, leaping to your feet and making a run for the stairwell door.

"I'm SO teasing you for that later!" you called back to the stunned god, not bothering to turn around to see how close behind he was as you lunged for the door handle, whipping it open and disappearing into the stairwell. You had to get to the conference room and press the emergency button before he caught up to you. If you could pull this off, you'd easily be able to expose Loki as an imposter and get him voted out.

Stumbling down the staircase, you heard the telltale slam of the stairwell door one floor above you. He was fast, of course - you were trying to outrun a god for gods sake. But you were an agent of SHIELD, and you had some tricks up your sleeve.

You grabbed hold of the bannister midway down a flight of stairs, vaulting yourself over the railing across to the next set of stairs across from you and landing effortlessly, never once losing stride. It wasn’t much of a gain, but if you could do it a couple more times on the way down you’d have enough of a lead to beat him to the conference room on the second floor.

Loki had some tricks saved up too, however. You shrieked when you heard a sudden thud of boots slamming into the landing just a floor above you, realizing he must have leapt clear down one of the stair flights. Damn him and his Asgardian bones - your ankles would never survive such a fall. You picked up the pace, vaulting over another bannister and landing on the staircase leading to the second floor. Tony was still slumped against the wall on the landing you’d just bypassed, chuckling as he witnessed your flight from the angry Asgardian.

“I see you figured out who the killer is then, Jack the Ripper!” he shouted teasingly as you grabbed hold of the door to the second floor.

“Shut it, Tin Man!” you shot back, hurdling yourself through the door and sprinting down the hallway. The door didn’t even fall shut all the way behind you before you heard it burst open again, Loki hot on your heels. You grabbed the door handle to the conference room, slipping inside and slamming the door shut behind you before lunging for the emergency button on the table.

It lit up red as you pressed it, and your comms device began buzzing in your pocket to signal a pause to discuss and vote. Loki wouldn’t be able to kill you now - his weapon would be disabled until the vote was complete. You had him. You’d won.

The door burst open behind you, and a seething Loki appeared in the doorway. You shrieked when you saw the look in his eyes - somehow both murderous and playful at the same time - and you rounded the table to put some distance between you while waiting for the others to arrive.

“It’s a shame you got caught monologuing Loki,” you taunted, “you would have had me dead if you hadn’t decided to prolong my murder.”

“Oh, but it was well worth it, agent.” He lurched to his right, and you copied his movement, keeping the same amount of distance between you. A leap to his left and you quickly stumbled back to your own left. “You’re merely prolonging the inevitable, darling.”

“I haven’t given up just yet,” you insisted. Though, deep down, you knew he was right. Loki knew how to hold a grudge - if not today, he’d most certainly hunt you down another time. Still, you couldn’t just give in. If you could hold out until the others arrived, they might buy you some time to run…

“Enough of this.” Loki suddenly leapt forward, vaulting clear over the table. You screamed in surprise, just barely stepping out of his reach as he swiped at you. You sprinted around the table toward the door, knowing you couldn’t stay in here if he could literally jump the table…

Your heart leapt into your throat, a strangled shriek escaping your lips as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Dumbfounded, you whipped your head around to see Loki’s smug face, startlingly close to yours, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“How?!” you demanded. Glancing up across the table, you caught the last of a flash of green light as the Loki clone vanished from sight. “DAMNIT LOKI!”

“Are you ever not going to fall for that?”

He wasted no time this time, wriggling his fingers deep into your sides. You were laughing almost immediately, shouting giggly protests interlaced with screams for your other teammates to come save you.

When they did arrive moments later, they looked both surprised and amused at the scene they found in the conference room. You twisted and struggled in Loki’s grasp to try to break free, and he responded by lifting you slightly off the ground to prevent you from gaining any traction while continuing to decimate you with tickles.

“H-he… AHHAHA LOHOKI DAMNIT! HE’S AN IM-HAHA-IMPOSTER!!” You barely forced the words out through your laughter as his fingers traveled up to that hypersensitive rib for the third time that day, earning a few more violent jolts as you tried desperately to free yourself.

“Seriously? You defended him earlier,” Nat noted, narrowing her eyes as she assessed the situation, not dropping the smirk from her face.

“He… he… HAHA HE TRICKED MEHE!” You prayed they would believe you, because you didn’t have any more fight left to spit out more arguments.

“Well, that checks out,” Bruce accepted, pulling out his comms device to vote. The others did the same, and Loki slowed his torment for a moment to cast his own vote.

“Loki… ahaha… I have to vohote too!” you pleaded, reaching for your pocket.

“Allow me.” He wrapped one arm more tightly around you, reaching down and grabbing hold of the very top of the comms device where it was showing above the fabric of your pocket, sliding it out and lifting it to his face.

“HEY! Don’t you DARE throw my vote away!”

“Relax, darling. I know when I’ve been caught.” He voted for himself, placing the comms device down on the table beside you rather than trying to slide it back into your pocket. The light on his vest turned red as the votes tallied in favor of throwing him out.

“There’s still one imposter left, if Sam didn’t do it,” Clint noted.

“Alright, everyone go finish your tasks then!” Steve ordered.

You pulled at Loki’s arm to pry it off you, but he merely tightened his grip, holding you back. Wide-eyed, you demanded that he release you to go finish your tasks.

“Agent, I’ve been with you the entire round. I know you’ve only got one task remaining,” he hummed, his fingers digging into your belly where his hand rested.

“AHH NOHO! Guys!! Hehelp me out here!!” Your eyes turned to Bucky, Nat and Bruce, who were just leaving the room.

“Hmm…” Bucky pondered aloud. “I’m not sure what your problem is. I don’t see anyone there.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” Nat agreed, picking up on Bucky’s jest. “Is it possible you’re seeing a ghost?”

“UGH yohou guys ahare the WOHOHORST!!” you shouted after them as they exited the room, smirking.

“Your friends seem to have betrayed you,” Loki observed casually. “Isn’t that unfortunate.”

"SHUHUT IT!"

"Rude." He wrapped his other arm around your waist, digging into the other side of your belly and chuckling as your laughter increased in volume. "You think you've won because you succeeded in getting me voted out, but you can't deny that I deceived you into trusting me. Where has your victory gotten you, agent?"

You growled playfully in response, reaching behind you suddenly to latch onto the soft skin of his sides, scribbling your fingertips along the fabric of his shirt. He folded into himself slightly before his hands darted to grasp yours, sending a sudden thrill through your chest at the sensation of his palms against your own.

"Oh-ho! Fighting back, are we?" He gathered both your wrists in one hand behind your back, freeing his other to scratch at the front of your lower ribs. "That may have worked for you once, but I don't make the same mistake twice."

"Ihi still discovered yohour SECRET!" you retaliated, doubling over to minimize his access to your midsection.

"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?" He paused in his torment, sliding his hand down from your ribs to your hip, his fingers poised to strike in the weak spot he'd discovered earlier and not had the opportunity to exploit. "Let's see how resilient you are, little scoundrel."

"Wait, LoHOKIHIHI AHAHA NOHOT THERE!!" You immediately began pleading with your captor, knees buckling beneath you as the overwhelmingly ticklish sensation overpowered your strength. Still, you had a bit of energy left in you to try to wrestle your arms from his grasp.

He released your wrists in favor of latching his now freed hand onto your other hip, ruthlessly prodding into the soft spot just inside your hipbones on both sides. With a final shriek, you sank to the floor, the ticklish shocks overtaking you as you dissolved into a giggly, incoherent mess under his fingertips. A genuine laugh rose in Loki's throat, amused thoroughly by your dramatic reaction. You thought it couldn't possibly tickle any worse, until he lightened his touch to scratch along the spot just above your waistline.

"Mercy... ahahah... I can't..." you tapped weakly at his hand, and he relented, wrapping his arms more firmly around your ribs to prevent you from folding into yourself from the exertion of your laughter.

"I didn't actually kill you, did I?" he asked, partially jesting, but with a hint of concern in his tone. You shook your head, allowing the last of your giggles to bubble over.

In all honesty, as overwhelming as it was, you hadn't laughed so hard in quite some time. And you truly didn't mind spending some extra time with the trickster.

"You're merciless, you are..." you huffed, eliciting a chuckle from the mischievous god.

"I pride myself on it." He stood from the floor, lifting you with ease to place you back on your feet. "You'd best finish your final task now, I suppose."

"I still say you cheated," you insisted, narrowing your eyes at him.

"You keep telling yourself that, darling. Either way - I believe I've proven that I'm the more skilled of the pair of us at deceit and lies."

"I won't deny you that. But you still lost." You shot him a cheeky wink as you slipped out of the conference room, heading to the training room to finally complete your last task.

To nobody's surprise, the crewmates won the round after the final tasks were completed. Clint had been the third imposter, racking up only two kills by the end of the round. After one final round, in which neither you or Loki were imposters, the group agreed to call it quits for the evening.

Loki fell into step with you on your way down the hallway to your room. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing a smirk on his face.

"What do you want, cheater?" you teased. He sighed, pretending as though it pained him.

"You still don't believe I'm the stealthier of the two of us, do you?"

"Nope."

Loki paused, grabbing your arm above the elbow to stop you from continuing. "What more will I have to do to prove it?"

"Play a game without cheating."

He rolled his eyes, unable to hide the grin pulling at his lips. "How about we play a game, just the two of us, then?"

"Among Us isn't a two-player game."

"Then allow me to teach you a different game. Thor and I used to play a game when we were children that would be perfect for determining which of us is the stealthier opponent."

"That isn't a fair game. You've got centuries more experience playing it than I will have had."

"You shouldn't doubt yourself, darling. I'm certain you'll pick up the rules quite easily." His gaze was honest, eager to hear your reply. You pondered for a moment, the corners of your mouth curling up into a shy smile.

"It doesn't involve you tickling me senseless again, does it?"

Loki chuckled warmly. "Not tonight, no. However, I can't promise I won't use that against you in the future. It's quite effective - not to mention adorable." He reached out and pinched your side, making you yelp and bat his hand away with a grin.

"Likewise," you countered, reaching over and scribbling into his belly for a moment. He laughed, grasping your hand in both of his and gently pushing it away from his belly.

"Well then? Will you allow me to teach you a new game?" His hands remained closed around your one hand, the skin of his palms cool against your own. You allowed a smile to overtake your features.

"I suppose I'll allow it. But no cheating! I may not know this game, but I'll know if you're cheating." You pointed your fingers toward your own eyes, then at his, warning you'd be watching. He laughed heartily, tilting his head back.

"I promise you, I'll play fair." He released one of his hands from around your own, lacing the fingers of his other hand through yours and leading you to the common room to teach you the game from his childhood.

By the end of the evening, you still hadn't settled on who was the sneakier of the two. But you had settled on one thing, at least - you both enjoyed each other's company. Even when you poking fun at one another.

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Hiii I was wondering if you were still working on the venom fic?

Hi hi! Sorry, it's been taking so long, but I am still trying to work on it! I've been having a bit of difficulty with it and I've been very busy lately, so I unfortunately haven't been able to work on it much, but hopefully I can finish it up and get it out somewhat soon!

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pls any blue exorcist brain rot you have give it <3

Hiiiiii, sorry these took a bit, I've been so braindead lately cus I've been pretty busy, but I ended up just doing Mephisto hcs cus I couldn't think of much for other chars rn, but I hope u enjoy them and if you have any thoughts yourself then please feel free to share!!!

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Mephistopheles TK headcanons

In my head he's like 99% ler and 1% lee, like he much prefers being the one tickling you and it's extremely hard to get him back unless he allows you to, which is highly unlikely (but not impossible)

He's a very mean ler too, like you can tell he’s a demon whenever he's tickling you, both in his actions and his teasing, as he’s extremely sadistic most of the time

He has very nice sharp nails, and they're probably his favorite thing to use on you, usually aiming for your worst spot with them so he can hear you shriek

It's his go to punishment whenever you're pissing him off or being difficult, loving the excuse to use your sensitivity against you and hear your laugh

He'll just do it randomly whenever he feels like it as well, especially if he knows that you enjoy it, and he will know by the first time he tickles you if you like it or not, and if it’s something you genuinely do not enjoy, than he doesn’t really do it to you, finding other ways to bother you instead

When he does realize that you like it, if you do, he'll tease you endlessly about it, going “Oh dear, you're enjoying this, aren't you?” when he first realizes and bringing it up every single time he tickles you and will continue to using it as both punishment and reward, depending on the situation 

The only time you may have the slightest chance of getting him back is when he's sleeping, as that’s the only time you could catch him off guard, but be warned that his revenge is far worse than other times he’s tickled you 

I think his back would be pretty sensitive, especially the lower part around his tail, but other than that, he's only slightly ticklish everywhere else on his body, usually only giving a small chuckle if you try before immediately turning it on you

He’ll make bets with you involving tickling too, whether it’s while he’s tickling you like “If you can go a minute without laughing, than I’ll let you go” or “If you can last 5 more minutes, I’ll get you that dessert you like” (though he gets it for you anyways even if you couldn’t cus he has a weakness for you and likes spoiling you), or it’s bets in which he gets to tickle you if he wins, like “If you lose this next game, I get to tickle you”, like he loooves making things into bets and games, especially if he knows you’ll lose most of them, and he is NOT above playing dirty to make sure it happens

I don’t think he’s very good at dealing with others negative emotions, but if it looks like you’re feeling slightly down or upset, than he uses it but in a much nicer way, softly tracing around spots that aren’t too bad on you in a more comforting way and letting you stop him if you decide it’s not helping, but continuing the soft touch if it does seem to be improving your mood