#Ticklish!reader

[burningablaze]

Kirishima and Reader - “Don’t you dare!”

Ler: Kirishima

Lee: Reader

“Don’t you dare!” You shrieked. You were trying to hang a poster on your dorm wall and Kirishima was there to help you but he got bored as you were doing all the work. He had the idea to flick his finger over your toes when you were standing on your knees, getting a squeak out of you.

“Kirishima, dohohohohon’t!” You giggled. “This is way too cute!” Kirishima said and gently wiggled his fingers against your toes.

“Ehehehehehehehehe, Kirihihihihihi! Plehehehease dohohohon’t, it tihihihihihiles!”

You tried curling your toes, moving your legs to the side, and swatting Kirishima’s hands out of the way but the tickling didn’t stop.

“And you're so cute! Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Kirishima teased. “Your so mehehehehehean!”

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Crying Wolf

This fic can be read as a standalone, or as a part 2 to Fearless

synopsis: You notice Bucky pulling away from everyone. Steve says the best way to help is be yourself - to not treat him any differently. But now, thanks to Loki, teasing Bucky might come with some consequences.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (flirtatious), Loki x reader (platonic)

cw: swearing, ruthless tickling of the reader, mentions of trauma, inappropriate jokes

word count: ~5700

minors dni: this fic does not contain smut, but contains a suggestive storyline between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: I've had quite a few of you in my inbox and replies kindly asking for a sequel to Fearless, and it's been on the prompt list for a very long while. This is both a sequel and a standalone; you don't need to read Fearless to read this, but the story might make more sense if you do. I wrote Fearless several years ago, so please forgive me if this feels like a big departure from the initial tone. I hope you enjoy it all the same.

special thank you to sunflower anon for the plot idea 🌻

Bucky hasn't come to group training in three weeks.

He's quieter than usual, which is really saying something. You’ve seen it before, in the eyes of others who’ve been through the wringer; that distant stare, the haunted look that never quite leaves. You know it well enough to recognise it on him.

But the thing with Bucky is that he doesn’t want help. He doesn’t want to talk about it, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to be seen as a victim or a burden.

So, you're standing there, fists clenched around the worn-out edge of your training gloves, eyes locked on Steve, the only one who might have any insight. You're working through your own sparring drills, but your thoughts keep flickering back to Bucky. His absence from this moment. You can’t get him out of your head.

Steve is sweat-slicked and a little breathless, but still as composed as ever. You throw a quick jab. He easily dodges.

"Hey," you say, standing down, shoulders dropping. "What’s going on with Bucky? Why isn't he here?"

He drops his guard. "He’s been through a lot," Steve says, like that wasn’t the understatement of the century.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, but Steve keeps going, voice quieter, more measured. "He’s... isolating."

"Yeah, I’ve noticed." You pick at the tape around your hands and then pull your firsts back to fighting stance. Steve is ready for you. You throw a hard punch at him this time, the impact sharp against his arm, but your mind is elsewhere. "Is there anything I can do?"

Steve steps back, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and looks at you like he's searching for something. You don’t know what, but you can feel the weight of it, the way his gaze lingers. "Just… be yourself. Just show up, treat him like you normally would." He tilts his head to the side, a wry smile pulling into his cheek. "Push his buttons. Y'know, like you usually do."

You let out a humourless laugh, wiping some sweat off your forehead. "I didn't want to push him. Antagonising a super soldier doesn’t seem like the best way to go about it."

He cracks a grin, one of those rare smiles you’ve seen from him, and his eyes soften. "That’s the point. He’s tired of being that guy. The super soldier. He needs to feel normal again. Don't pull back - you won't push him away. He’ll come around."

You stare at him for a second, trying to decide if he’s being serious. He’s got that look in his eyes, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s talking about. But you’re still skeptical.

"If you say so," you mutter, tying your gloves tight.

Steve chuckles, patting you on the shoulder. "Good. Now run drill twenty-two."

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The next morning, you walk into the kitchen expecting the usual chaos of breakfast prep and clinking plates. But it's quiet today. Too quiet. You see Steve and Bucky sitting at the table. Steve’s holding a mug of coffee, but Bucky… Bucky’s got a book in his hands. It’s a small thing, but the fact that he’s holding it, actually reading, is a rare moment of peace.

You pause, leaning against the doorframe, studying them for a second. It’s not often you get to see the two of them like this. Calm, together, in a room bathed in morning light.

Bucky’s got that unreadable expression. He’s focused on his book, but you can tell it’s more out of habit than actual engagement. His eyes keep flickering to the edges of the pages. His mind is elsewhere.

And then, an idea comes to you.

You walk in like you own the place - a quiet confidence that comes from knowing exactly how to mess with someone. You grab the coffee pot, pouring yourself a cup, but you don’t take your eyes off Bucky.

"Hey, Bucky," you call out, cocking an eyebrow, "you want some more coffee with your smut?"

Bucky’s brow furrows, and he looks up from his book, confused. "Smut?" he asks, the word foreign on his tongue. Steve glances up, and they both just look at you, genuinely clueless.

You take a casual sip of your coffee, leaning against the counter like you’ve got all the time in the world. "You know, smut," you say with a smirk. "Spice."

He blinks. "Spice?" He looks back at his book, flipping the page like he’s searching for something.

You chuckle. "Yeah, sex scenes. In books. The dirty stuff."

Bucky’s face flushes a deep red, his eyes darting back to the pages, and his lips start to part as if he’s about to protest.

"No need to lie," you say, giving him a mock look of doubt. "I’ve read it. No judgment."

Bucky’s face looks like he might combust. "There’s nothing like that in here," he says quickly, eyes shifting between you and Steve like he’s about to combust, but Steve’s choking on his coffee, trying not to laugh.

You bite the inside of lip, trying to hide your grin. "Are you sure? Because I swear I saw you flick to the page where it gets real spicy."

He looks between you and Steve, horror creeping into his features. "You’re… you’re joking," he says, half in disbelief.

You smirk, lifting your coffee to your lips. "It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Buck. It's popular. Hell, you’re probably the only one who’s hiding it."

Steve’s snorting into his coffee, clearly enjoying this, and Bucky’s still looking between the two of you like he’s caught in some bizarre fever dream.

You take another sip of your coffee, pretending to be nonchalant, even though you’re holding back a laugh. "Not gonna lie, I’ve read far worse than what's in that book you're holding."

His face flushes deeper, and his gaze snaps between you and Steve, who’s barely holding in a snicker behind his coffee mug. There’s a moment where Bucky just doesn’t know what to say, his lips parting like he’s about to spill something out, but the words don’t come.

And then, like a switch, the realisation hits him.

You watch as the corner of his mouth twitches in that small, tight smile you’ve seen before, the one that doesn’t come around often. But this time, there’s something more in it. A shift. You’ve broken through just a little, and now the teasing, the banter - it feels different. The air between you is charged, in a way you can’t quite put into words. It’s the first time in weeks you’ve seen any kind of genuine expression on Bucky’s face.

"You’re messing with me," he says, voice dropping to something lower, darker. The challenge in his tone makes your heart race just a little faster.

You lean back against the counter, your coffee cup held loosely in one hand, your expression deliberately neutral. "I’d never mess with you, Bucky," you say, a sly grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I’m smarter than that. Just trying to start a book club."

He doesn’t respond right away, just watches you with those penetrating steel-blue eyes, and you feel something twist in your chest. He points a finger at you, glaring with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Tell Steve you’re joking."

There’s a tension in the air now, something that wasn’t there before. Something unspoken. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or maybe it’s the fact that for the first time in a long while, you’re really looking at him.

Steve’s chuckle breaks the moment, and you glance at him, a little relieved for the distraction. But Bucky doesn’t look away. His gaze doesn’t soften, but it’s sharper now - focused, intent. There’s an edge to his stare that makes your pulse quicken, and you can’t decide whether it’s because of the game you’re playing or something else entirely.

"You’re ridiculous," he mutters, his voice warmer than before, though still carrying that familiar edge.

Your breath hitches for a moment, and you can’t tell if it’s the sudden softness of his voice or the way his proximity makes everything seem a little bit… closer than it should be. But you stand your ground, meeting his eyes head-on.

But then, Steve clears his throat loudly, and just like that, the moment snaps back into place. The tension fades, but it doesn’t disappear. Not entirely.

Bucky looks at Steve, then back to you, and finally sighs in defeat. You smile to yourself, trying to hold in the satisfaction as Bucky gives you a glare with an undeniably playful edge. "I’ll let you off the hook. For now."

But as Bucky grabs his book again, his fingers brushing over the pages, you can feel it - the warmth that's simmering. It’s fragile, but it’s real. And for the first time in days, Bucky looks like he’s in the moment, not lost in the past.

He's here.

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You’re mid-sentence, arguing that the protagonist’s internal conflict didn’t pay off, when the quiet creak of the library door pulls both your and Loki’s attention.

Bucky steps inside, the dim lamp light cutting across his face. His jaw’s tight, but his eyes gleam with something unreadable. He’s got the book in hand - the book - and you already know what he’s going to say before the words even leave his mouth.

He lifts the novel slightly, dark gaze flicking from Loki to you. "No smoot."

Your mouth twitches. "You mean smut, Buck."

Loki, of course, is the first to speak. He closes his own book with deliberate flair, settling into the leather wingback like a king on a throne. “What's this?”

Bucky's eyes don't leave you. "Not a single sex scene in here. Not even a kiss."

You exhale slowly, fighting to keep your expression neutral. "Must’ve been reading the wrong edition," you murmur, reaching for your tea.

Loki gives you a look that could be called gleeful if it weren’t laced with such dry malice. "Please, darling," he drawls. "If you’re going to gaslight the poor man, at least try to make it subtle."

Bucky watches you, head tilted slightly, his brow raised in amusement. "So you were joking," he says slowly. "Trying to get a rise outta me."

You lift your brows. "Trying?"

You don’t mean to sound breathless, but you kind of are. Because Bucky isn’t just amused - he’s focused. The kind of focus he gets when he’s squaring up with someone. His weight shifted just forward enough, like he’s waiting for something.

Loki, however, is thriving on the mischief. He conjures another book from thin air, holding it aloft between his fingertips, the cover glinting with gold leaf and something entirely indecent on the front.

"If you're is truly disappointed by the lack of literary debauchery," Loki says to Bucky, tone smooth and unbothered, "you might prefer this. Popular on Midgard, I hear. Something about dukes and corsets."

You cough into your tea, trying to keep it together. "Shit. Not sure I'd take Loki's suggestion for this stuff, Buck."

Loki's glare swings to you. "And why not?"

Bucky huffs a laugh, but it’s short-lived. His attention’s on you, too, gaze narrowing. "You should be careful who you're messing with."

Before you can respond, Loki cuts in, his voice sly and dangerous with the air of someone about to set the room on fire.

"If you’re struggling with her mouth, Barnes..."

You snap your head toward him. "Don’t."

Loki’s smile turns slow and wicked. "Oh? He doesn't know?"

"Know what?" Bucky asks, now looking to Loki.

"Loki," you growl, the warning sharp now.

But he ignores it entirely, already too far gone. He gestures lazily toward you, his tone almost sing-song. "She’s incredibly ticklish, Barnes. Mouthy little thing until you find the right spot. Then it’s all helpless laughter and desperate apologies."

Your heart lurches. "Loki-"

But the trickster’s already leaned back, positively smug. "Writhing, squealing," he continues, voice full of mock nostalgia. "It's delightful, really. Highly effective. I suggest you try it."

Bucky’s attention snaps to you. Sharp. Curious. Dangerous.

And then he moves.

Not fast - not overt. But his steps are steady, and your breath hitches the second he crosses into your space. You sink deeper into your armchair, instinct or gravity, you can't say which.

Bucky follows, slow and calculated, until he’s bracing one hand against the back of your chair, the other resting casually on the armrest, caging you in with practiced ease.

His head dips just slightly as he leans over you.

Your spine locks up. Your pulse is a drum.

You force yourself to tilt your chin up, meet his gaze. But it’s not easy - not with the way he’s looking at you, not entirely amused anymore. This is something else - playful, yes, but edged with something sharp. Something primal.

You don’t dare move.

His voice is low when it hits you. "You ticklish, sweetheart?"

Your skin lights up like static.

You don’t flinch. You can’t. He’s too close. Close enough to see the tendons in his neck, the glint of his dog tags, and the faint smirk pulling at his stubbled mouth.

You swallow, hard. "Bucky, I-"

"One more word about smut," he murmurs, "and I’ll make you regret it."

Your lips twitch.

Because this - this - is good. Bucky, letting loose. Teasing. You could almost cry from the relief of seeing him like this. Not haunted. Not withdrawn. Just a guy giving you hell.

"Understood?" he adds, voice low and rough.

You nod, trying to keep your grin in check. "Cross my heart."

He studies you a second longer. And then, without another word, he straightens and walks away - calm, controlled, leaving the scent of coffee and leather and adrenaline in his wake.

You exhale once he’s gone, sagging into the chair like your bones gave out.

And then, of course, Loki.

The bastard crosses one leg over the other, examining you with a look that says he’s just found his favourite soap opera and you’re the main character.

"Well," he says, smiling like a serpent. "That was electric."

"Don’t," you say quickly, pointing at him.

He raises a brow. "I’m merely observing. Stark’s infrared sensors probably picked up the heat signature."

"You’re such a dick," you mutter, crossing your arms tightly across your chest as you glare at him. You can't keep the edge from your voice. "Seriously, telling Bucky to tickle me? What the hell?"

Loki’s eyes flick up from the book in his hands, his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back an insufferable grin. He doesn’t even flinch under your stare, too amused by your annoyance. Of course he is.

"Oh no," he says with exaggerated sympathy, looking up just enough to give you that devilish grin of his. "The handsome super soldier might pin you down and place his hands all over you. How ever will you survive?"

You glare harder and pick up your tea. "Whatever. You're still wrong about Hotchins in the third act."

Loki takes the cue and picks up your argument from where it left off as you try, and fail, to suppress the flutter of heat low in your belly.

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It's the very next morning that you walk into the living room with the sort of easy confidence that comes from a good night’s sleep, a hot shower, and no immediate need to duck for cover... and you walk straight into a trap.

Steve and Banner are seated across opposite couches, coffee mugs in hand, data pads in the other, discussing something in quiet tones. Loki lounges like a bored cat - how he manages to drape himself across furniture like it was carved for him, you’ll never know. And Bucky...

Bucky’s seated on the end of another couch, boots planted on the ground, body relaxed but alert in that way of his. His eyes are lowered, reading. The book’s balanced in one hand, and the moment you see the cover, your steps slow.

Because you’ve read that one.

And that one is definitely not PG.

A laugh huffs out of you before you can stop it. "Oh my god. That book?"

Bucky doesn’t look up. But he goes very, very still.

You continue across the room, grin widening, genuinely excited. "How far are you? Wait - don’t answer that. Let me guess. Chapter fourteen?"

Steve chuckles into his mug, glancing over. "We know you were just messing with him the first time."

"I was, the other day," you say, hands up. "That book was clean. But this one..." You giggle, but you're actually kind of excited to discuss it with him- uh, the plot, that is.

But Bucky closes it slowly and tosses it down onto the table like it just insulted him.

He stands.

And something shifts.

It’s subtle. Just the tension in his shoulders, the way his head tips slightly to the side. But your stomach drops all the same.

Because you remember. His voice in your ear.

"One more word about smut, and I’ll make you regret it."

You laugh - nervously, this time. Hands up. "Hey now, hold on. This isn’t a repeat offence. I'm genuinely curious."

"Sure," Banner chuckles from the couch, not looking up from his data pad. "Totally sounds like curiosity. Not at all like a joke at his expense."

"Okay, wow, betrayal from all sides," you mutter, taking a small step back as Bucky starts toward you. "I’m just saying, I didn’t expect you to be reading that book of all books, I-"

He says nothing. Just takes another step.

Measured. Intentional.

You keep backing up. "Seriously, Bucky, I’m innocent this time. Genuinely. I wasn’t teasing you, I swear. I was-"

"Don’t run. Don't make me chase you," he says, voice low. "Just come here and take it."

Your heart spikes so hard it echoes in your ears. "Okay, see - that right there? That’s terrifying."

He takes another step. You bolt.

You turn, trying to whip around the couch-

-and slam full-speed into Loki’s chest.

Your breath leaves your lungs in a hard puff, and before you can untangle yourself, his fingers coil around your wrists. He ensnares you with far too much grace, and far too little resistance.

Then you glance over Loki’s shoulder. See the version of him still seated casually, still sipping tea.

Until it shimmers, and vanishes.

"Oh you son of a-" you gasp, already squirming. "You set me up - this was a trap!"

Loki chuckles, low and serpentine, in a voice only you can hear. "Who, me? Would I truly give Barnes a book I knew would provoke some commentary from you?"

Your stomach drops, you look up at him, breathless and flushed. "No..."

You tug at your arms, but Loki just tuts and holds you in place.

"C’mon," you try, turning to Bucky. "Truce. I didn’t mean anything this time. Just honest commentary."

Bucky smirks as he reaches you, the look in his eye somewhere between wicked and indulgent. "You always talk this much when you’re nervous?"

"I’m not nervous," you lie. "I’m smart. There’s a difference."

The two of them exchange a look, one that sends heat down your spine and makes your hands twitch in Loki’s grip.

"Let’s get her seated," Loki says lightly, dragging you toward an empty couch. "I’d hate for her knees to give out from anticipation."

"Oh fuck," you groan.

They ease you down - not rough, but not exactly gentle either. Before you can sit properly, Bucky swings a leg over your hips and settles, his weight pinning you in place.

"Steve? Bruce!?" You wriggle against your captors to no avail, shooting a desperate look to the bystanders. But they merely toast their mugs, a sign you're on your own. Your heart stutters as you turn back to Bucky and Loki.

You buck a little, instinctive panic fluttering in your stomach. "Guys- wait. Hang on-"

"Reasoning window closed," Bucky says calmly, adjusting his position. "You were warned."

Loki chuckles and pins your wrists above your head. "I believe Barnes has earned this one."

Bucky looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, the picture of mock deliberation. “Well? Where should I start, Loki?”

"Bucky, please-"

Loki smiles. "I’d hate to deny you the delight of discovery."

And then-

Bucky presses his fingers to your stomach.

You jerk violently and screech, the sound raw and high-pitched before devolving into a helpless laugh that rips from your chest like it’s been waiting days to break free.

"Fuck! No- Bucky!"

"Wow. You are so ticklish," he says, incredulous, like he’s just uncovered a national secret. He presses again, harder, and you twist, laughing uncontrollably as he digs into your sides.

Your muscles spasm. Your feet kick the cushions. Loki’s grip on your wrists is annoyingly effective.

"Wait, WAIT! I’m sorry!" you gasp, voice cracking from laughter. "I-I take it back! I take everything back!"

"Too late," Bucky says, smirking now, barely breathless himself from the effort.

Your laughter pitches higher as he shifts lower, targeting your hips, and your brain starts short-circuiting from the overload.

And through it all, even as your cheeks burn and your lungs scream, the warm, sharp heat of it stays with you-

He's laughing with you. Not at you.

He’s open. Present.

Alive.

So you brace to take your medicine.

Bucky's fingers scuttle lightly along your sides, dipping just beneath the hem of your shirt where skin meets air and nerves light up like a damn Christmas tree.

You lose it.

Your laugh is immediate - loud, cracked, breathless - and your entire body lurches like it’s trying to escape its own skin. You twist, squirm, kick, all of it completely fucking useless under the weight of a super soldier and the iron grip of a literal god.

"No- fuuuck, Bucky! I swear- I’m gonna-"

"Going to what?" he challenges, voice calm, maddeningly measured as he drags his fingers up your ribs, slow and deliberate. "Be more careful with your commentary next time?"

You shriek through another peal of laughter, your legs flailing against the couch cushions. "I was genuinely curious!"

Steve snorts from the other side of the room. "Sure you were."

Banner still doesn't even look up from his tablet. "This is what happens when you antagonise assassins with trauma and downtime."

You try to scream something back but all that comes out is a garbled, breathless sob-laugh as Bucky zeroes in on that brutal little spot just beneath your ribs, one hand holding you down by the hip while the other dances back and forth across it in merciless zigzags.

It’s not fair - he’s too strong, too steady, too fucking good at this.

"Buck, I swear-" you gasp between giggles, "-you’re gonna kill me!"

“You’ll live,” Bucky says dryly. But there’s a twitch at the corner of his mouth, that rare ghost of a grin that’s less threat and more reward. Like he’s enjoying this more than he’s letting on.

You glare up at Loki, who's still got your wrists pinned above your head, effortlessly casual.

"You traitorous bastard," you wheeze. "Let me go and fight me like a god."

Loki raises a brow. "And risk being thrashed by a ticklish mortal writhing like a fish on a dock? I think not."

Bucky hits a weak spot and you squeal, lashing out at Loki - “You glittery frostbitten motherfucker!”

"Language," Steve calls from behind his coffee cup.

Loki smiles cold and bright. "I wasn't planning to get my hands dirty, but seeing as you insist on dragging me into this..."

He moves your wrists to one hand and slides the other down your arm. You suck air through the giggles, eyes going wide, and shake your head.

"W-w-wait! No! I'm sorry! I didn't- SHIHIT!"

His fingers glide with awful precision into the hollow of your underarm, just a featherlight stroke to start.

You scream.

Your body convulses violently, torn between twisting away from Bucky’s maddening fingers at your lower ribs and Loki’s devastating scrapes along your underarms.

"No - oh my god - fuck, Loki, don’t-!"

"Oh, we’re well past don’t," Loki says smoothly, fingers trailing in tight little circles, never fully lifting, just skating and brushing and tormenting.

It’s like they coordinated this. The way Bucky’s hand shifts lower again, teasing at the crease of your hipbone with just the pads of his fingers - sweeping side to side, unpredictable and effective. The way Loki keeps his strokes light, fluttering, like he's writing a damn poem on your skin in ancient runes.

Your stomach jerks every time Bucky’s touch flirts with your waistband, and the pressure of him straddling your hips pins you in place no matter how hard you buck.

You try to thrown him off, but he just shifts his knees, anchoring you harder. The muscle under his jaw twitches with restrained laughter. He’s trying to look serious. He’s failing.

You gasp, flailing weakly. "I’m gonna die-"

"Can’t die from tickling," Banner says absently. "Elevated heart rate, maybe. Definitely some stress on the diaphragm. Oh, and laughter-induced fatigue is a thing, too."

"I hate science!"

"Noted," Steve says, grinning now. "We’ll put it in your file."

"She might pass out, though," Banner observes mildly, finally looking up.

"She’ll be fine," Steve says, sipping his coffee. "She needs the cardio."

You’re laughing so hard your voice is almost gone, hiccuping now, tears sliding sideways down your cheeks. "I- I swear- I’ll kill you both-"

"Already tried," Loki murmurs, deadpan, still tracing maddening circles under your arm. "Failed spectacularly, if I recall."

"Yeah," Bucky adds with a tilt of his head, "You’re not in much of a position to be making threats."

His fingers walk back up your ribs again, slowly, rhythmically, like he’s feeling each one - tracing the outlines like he's mapping you.

It’s unbearable.

It’s warm and raw and intimate in a way you didn’t expect, in a way that’s short-circuiting your brain and turning your limbs to jelly. It’s playful - but layered under that is a weight you can feel: that he's choosing this. Choosing you. Not mocking. Not hurting. Just being, here, with you, present and real and alive.

And that’s when Bucky leans in, face close to yours, his voice low and rough with amusement. "You bring up smut again," he says, "and next time I’m starting at your feet."

You wheeze. You actually wheeze.

Then he shifts his position just slightly. The movement is barely noticeable - just a subtle shift of weight, a lean forward - but it frees his right hand, which now dips lower.

You feel it coming before it lands. The anticipation alone has you screeching.

"No! No no no- not there-!"

But he does. His hand slips past your waistband, just far enough to press into the soft spot at your lower belly, fingers drumming lightly before grabbing at the hypersensitive nerves beneath.

You go feral.

Your scream dissolves into breathless, chaotic laughter, your entire body spasming under the onslaught. You thrash, but you’re caged by both of them - Bucky pressing you down, Loki above holding your arms in place like a steel-boned statue. You can’t breathe. Can’t think.

You’re just nerves and heat and helpless, writhing laughter.

Steve watches it all unfold, biting back a grin. "You know, this is probably against several peace treaties."

"Oh, absolutely," Banner replies. "But it’s compelling television."

You’d kill them too, if you could.

"Alright-okay-I’m dying," you gasp, choking on laughter, trying to twist away as Bucky’s fingers keep tormenting that same damn spot. "Mercy! Please, fuck - I mean it, I can’t-!"

"You sure?" Bucky cocks a brow. "Sounds like there’s still plenty left in you."

Your eyes close as you try to suck in enough air to speak. You kick the couch cushions blindly, and Loki’s fingers resume teasing your ribs, climbing up toward your armpit again, and your breath fractures.

"OH MY GOD- OKAY! I’M SORRY - FUCK - UNCLE, TRUCE, WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'M SERIOUS!"

Bucky finally stops. Slowly. His fingers ease off, dragging lightly across your stomach once more before retreating, and you melt into the cushions, panting, your body shivering from residual laughter.

Loki releases your wrists and stands, dusting his hands like he’s just completed a satisfying day’s work. “I’d say we’ve done a public service.”

You gasp like you’ve surfaced from underwater, cheeks on fire. You blink up at the ceiling and rasp, "I’m gonna have nightmares about fingers."

"Splendid," Loki says pleasantly.

"I hate you both," you croak.

Steve chuckles. "She’s lying."

Banner taps his tablet. "Endorphins through the roof. She’ll forgive you in five."

"Three," Steve corrects.

You let out a muffled groan, pressing your hands over your face. "I hate this entire team."

You don’t even realise when Bucky shifts - just feel the weight lift off your hips, the heat of him pulling away, the absence of torment like stepping out of a rainstorm.

Then his hand slips under your elbow and he’s tugging you upright, gentle but firm. Your limbs are jelly. Your lungs barely work. Your chest heaving with the aftershocks of too much laughter and too many nerves frayed to the edge.

You try to sit straight, but your body betrays you and you fall - helplessly, gracelessly - against his side where he sits.

Bucky lets out a low, amused huff as you slump against him like a puppet with its strings cut.

You mumble into the shoulder of his t-shirt. "I think I saw the light. Pretty sure it told me to go back to bed."

Steve snorts. "Not a chance."

You peel your face from Bucky’s shoulder just far enough to shoot a bleary glare toward the couch across from you.

Steve’s grinning around a mouthful of coffee. "It’s training time. Get your caffeine, get your gear, let’s go."

You groan and swiped a hand down your face. "I’ve already done my cardio."

Loki smirks faintly, straightening the cuffs of his shirt. "You’re welcome."

Bucky chuckles low, then pushes off the couch, offering you a hand. "C’mon. I’m game for some sparring."

You blink up at him. It takes a second to register what he’s said.

He hasn’t trained with the team in weeks. Not since things got dark again, and he started retreating into the corners of the compound like a ghost in the walls.

But now... he’s standing here, hand out, relaxed in a way you haven’t seen in too long. A flicker of light back in his eyes. Not all the way there. But present. Here.

You slide your hand into his, let him pull you to your feet, your legs still wobbly as hell.

As he turns toward the kitchen, you look past him - catching Steve’s eye across the room.

You don’t say a word. You don’t have to.

Steve gives a small nod.

You let out a slow breath and follow Bucky, faintly buzzed, breathless, nerves still crackling from the aftermath.

But warm.

An involuntary smile etches into your lips, eyes stinging as you blink back tears of relief.

It was worth every second.

[ticklygiggles]

Closed tab | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader [n$fw]

Commissioned by anonymous

A/N: Thank you so so much, anonymous commissioner. It was a big pleasure to work for you again, hehe. I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you! Big thanks to precious @/lovelynim for beta reading mwah

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It was a quiet afternoon. The weather was starting to change, giving way to the heat of summer, so the fan was on, spinning while you and Kuroo were curled up on the couch. 

It wasn't that hot yet, so your legs were tangled with his as you both rested languidly on either side of the couch. There was a movie playing in the background, but the soft hum of the fan drowned out the sound, and it wasn't like you were paying much attention anyway. 

His fingers absentmindedly caressed your shin, his phone resting in his free hand, his finger sliding up. Kuroo chuckled softly every now and then when he saw a funny video.

His soft laughs would make you smile as you scrolled through Tumblr on your laptop, casually reblogging a few things, a gif here, an art post there. 

Nothing out of the ordinary, except that the content wasn't exactly ordinary... or would it be ordinary if in these gifs and art posts someone was laughing hysterically with tears in their eyes while another person tickled their feet or armpits?

Your cheeks were kissed pink, a silly smile pulled at your lips, your stomach was fluttering, but you tried to be subtle, careful, always closing the tab when Kuroo leaned over to show you something funny or when you stepped away. There was no one in the world you trusted more than Kuroo, but this kind of thing—it was just better to keep it a secret. 

You allowed your eyes to linger on a pretty gif, your mouth watering as the person in it shook their head in blissful desperation as two hands dived between their thighs, squeezing the muscle just right to make anyone screech with hysterical laughter. 

“All good, love?” Kuroo’s sudden voice made you jump.

You had nearly pressed your nose against the screen of your laptop and he was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, concern and amusement glinting in his golden eyes. You blushed slightly, but let out a soft chuckle, nodding your head. 

“I’m fine, I just… couldn’t read this part too well,” you answered vaguely, closing the internet tab and closing your laptop. “Anyways, what do you want for dinner?”

Kuroo grinned, his lips curling in that lazy smirk that you adored. “Surprise me!”

You smiled with a soft nod and headed to the kitchen.

Two minutes later, his phone rang and you recognized the notification music: it was from his work. A last-minute request to send a report before midnight, probably. It had happened before. 

“Darling–”

“Yes, of course,” you answered from the kitchen even before he could say anything. You didn’t even think about it. You’ve lent him your computer many times before and you had closed the tab from your blog…

… Except… you hadn’t.

But you were blissfully unaware of this fact as you made dinner and Kuroo typed the password of your laptop with agile fingers. 

At first, Kuroo blinked, confused. Then he stared at the screen. There it was, in all its glory, the gift you were salivating at not even ten minutes ago. Someone laughing, fingers squeezing soft, sensitive skin. It didn’t even have a caption, but at the very bottom of the post, a single tag was added: #my dream.

Kuroo swallowed.

“Oh,” he said out loud, but very quietly, you didn’t get to hear him all the way to the kitchen. 

The tips of his ears turned red and had to fight everything in him to actually start writing that email, but he came back to it once he sent it.

---

“I only made sandwiches because–” You froze mid-step as you reentered the living room with one plate on each hand. Kuroo looked up at you from your laptop… from your tickle blog. 

Your heart dropped straight to the floor, a silent gasp making its way out as your eyes widened. “Oh my god…” you whispered.

His gaze was unreadable for half a second, then it softened, and his lips curved into the slowest, most amused smirk that made your heart jump.

“So…” he started. “You like tickling, huh?”

You nearly dropped the plates, your knees nearly giving up on you. “I- I thought I closed that tab…”

“Well, seems like you didn’t, love,” he said with a soft smirk, setting the laptop aside. “Don’t panic, though. I’m not judging.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Your face felt like it was on fire.

Kuroo stood up and walked over to you, taking the plates from your hands and setting them on the table. Then he cupped your cheeks softly, making you look at him, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheekbones as if he wanted to ground you. 

“Hey. Breathe. It's okay. Actually... it's kinda cute.”

You blinked at him, stunned. That was not happening. Kuroo did not just see your biggest secret in the whole world. You have closed the tab! You–

“Hey.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Don’t panic, I don’t find it weird. At all. I don’t find you disgusting. I don’t think you're crazy.”

You blinked again, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. “R-Really?”

He chuckled lovingly, as if you had done the most adorable thing ever and nodded. “Really, this is something you like. And I like everything about you, remember?” He pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Calm down, okay?”

You nodded a little or at least tried to as you looked at him. “I- I… Is it really not weird to you?” 

His smile grew more genuine. “No, silly,” he said in that purring voice of his. “I actually am a bit interested… well, a lot interested.” His fingers moved down a little, fingertips brushing against the sides of your neck, barely touching you, but your skin broke in goosebumps and your breath hitched. 

“Do you want to…” you started, then hesitated as if you wanted him to finish your line of thoughts. 

“Tickle you?” He grinned. “Yeah. But only if you want me too.”

He really didn’t have any idea. How much you wanted him to absolutely and irrevocably wreck you until you were sobbing.

You gulped, your cheeks blushing more as you bit your lip, eyes flicking away. “... I do,” you answered in a whisper.

Kuroo leaned closer, lips almost touching yours, voice dropping low just enough to make your ears tingle. “Then… why don’t we eat those sandwiches later and we relax on the couch?” His fingers tapped gently at your waist, barely touching.

Your face flushed impossibly red, but this time you were smiling a little. Flustered. Giddy. 

A soft nervous giggle escaped your lips as he smirked and held your hand, dragging you to the couch and guiding you into a laying position. Your heart nearly escaped your chest as he straddled your hips, pinning your arms above your head with one of his own.

A laugh escaped your trembling lips and he also laughed. “What’s so funny? I’m not even doing anything yet,” he purred. 

You couldn’t talk, your body was tingling in anticipation. You both had had thousands of tickle fights before, thankfully, Kuroo never noticed how much you enjoyed whenever he got the upper hand, but now he knew and you were sure he was not going to have any mercy on you. 

And you hoped for that. 

Kuroo hummed in thought and your body instinctively pressed harder against the couch, as if you wanted to melt into it to escape his golden eyes, but he was looking at you, and when his free hand made contact with your ribcage, you nearly screeched. 

“Goodness, you’re so ticklish,” he chuckled, fingers wiggling, squeezing, clawing and digging against your ribs as if he knew exactly where to touch to drive you absolutely insane– he probably did. 

You laughed, didn’t even try to hold it back, why would you? You had been waiting for this for way too long to act subtle now. You squirmed and arched and squealed and laughed and Kuroo laughed with you, especially when you nearly lost it when his thumb rubbed deep circles on your highest rib, near the hollow of your pit. 

“STAHAHAHAP!” You begged, tears of mirth already clinging to your lashes as you bucked and squirmed under him. “Plehehehease! Tehehetsu, plehehease!”

Kuroo chuckled with mischief, making your stomach drop. “Why should I?” He asked, moving to the left side of your rib cage to attack the same rib. “If I remember correctly, you made a post on your blog talking about how badly you wanted to be tickled right here,” he said, zeroing on that poor rib with almost surgical precision. “And if I remember correctly, you wrote, and I quote: ‘... tickled until I can’t breathe. No mercy, no safe word. Just absolute torture.’”

You would have whined if you weren’t laughing so hard, tears finally escaping from your tightly shut eyes. So he did read your blog, huh? 

“Cat got your tongue?” Kuroo teased, pinching on that rib to have you screeching with hysterical laughter. “Or you’re just too ticklish and can’t even talk, hmm?”

You shook your head in desperation, your legs kicking behind him and your hips bucking, trying to push him off, but it was impossible to make him stop and the mere thought of him tickling you there for hours on end, made you cum suddenly. 

That exploding sensation made you cry out a moan, your limbs trembling and your stomach tensing as the aftershocks made you spasm.

“What- did you–?” Even though shocked, Kuroo kept tickling you through your orgasm, milking out every last bit of your pleasure until you were whimpering.

You were still gasping for air when his hand finally slowed, teasing shapes over your ribs. Your chest was heaving, cheeks flushed, your whole body limp and trembling beneath him.

Kuroo tilted his head, grinning down at you with that look, mischievous, but impossibly loving. “So,” he mumbled, brushing your damp hair from your face. “That good, huh?”

All you managed was a breathless giggle and a weak nod, making him chuckle.

He leaned in, kissed the corner of your mouth, and whispered against your lips, “and we’re only starting,” he smirked, his fingers sneaking between your legs to tease the tender spot in your inner thighs, your eyes widened. “This spot right here, it was ‘your dream’, right? Shall we make it come true?”

And from the gleam in his eyes, you knew the night was far from over.  After all, you did forget to close that tab.

[fluffyseapancakes]

Found Family

First fic I've written in a while (like two years???) so please forgive me if you see any formatting errors or I commit a Tumblr faux pas. It's been a while lol.

AroAce!Reader x ler!Bucky Barnes x ler!Steve Rogers (all platonic)

Notes: tickles, bad date, some angst, mentions of periods.

Word Count: 4,645

You're a SHIELD agent who always had to prove yourself and as a result, bottled up your emotions. You decided to go on a first date due to pressure from your family but it doesn't go as planned, so your found family is there to support you and make you laugh.

Being embarrassed never really phased you. Growing up with three high-achieving older siblings, taking college courses where you were often the only woman in the class, and getting your ass beat over and over again while training to be a SHIELD agent helped you develop enough of a thick skin to shrug the emotions off. Sure it still stung, but you refused to let it show and instead, worked tirelessly day and night to prove everyone wrong. In a span of three short years, you went from fresh out of college nerdy IT kid to a highly respected SHIELD agent specializing in Threat Intelligence Analysis. It was a pretty cushy job, you had your own office but was allowed to work from home if you wanted to, great benefits, a salary that allowed you to live comfortably, and best of all: no field work. As long as you had your equipment, you were able to assist other SHIELD agents from the comforts of your own home (or office). 

Until one afternoon, your supervisor dropped the bombshell that you will be relocated due to a privacy breach that a foolish intern forgot to report until it was too late. Because of all the high-risk cases you had worked on including tracking down Hydra sleeper cells, your name was on the top of the list. 

“But Hydra is barely a threat now, those cells weren’t even operational,” you tried to plead your case. 

“That is true but the breach wasn’t organized by Hydra,” your supervisor calmly explained, “that list went out to multiple terrorist organizations. They have your name and address, and I am not risking your safety. SHIELD is sending you somewhere safe until the breach is contained and we figure out who started this.” 

“There’s nowhere else that’s safer than SHIELD’s headquarters.” 

Your supervisor shook her head, “Our security measures are not as secure as we had hoped. Arrangements have been made for you to stay at Stark Tower in the meantime.” 

“Wait…Stark Tower? With the Avengers?” 

“Yes, Agent. Is there a problem?” 

“I just have some concerns that I may not be the best fit with the Avengers,” you tried to hide your anxiety but your supervisor could sense it through your stoic exterior, “I’m afraid I may be a hindrance to them.” 

“You’ll be fine Agent,” your supervisor patted your back reassuringly, “Tony Stark has already briefed them about you and apparently they are all excited to meet you,” she winked. 

“Wait what??”

2 Months Later

Your supervisor was right, fitting in with the Avengers was much easier than you expected. Tony cleaned out a spare room for you to use as an office and he marvelled at your equipment, asking you questions that you were pretty sure he knew but it was his way of making conversation. Everyone respected your space and never commented when you spent the entire day in front of your computer. Eventually you started spending most evenings with the group and played games, watched movies, and ate pizza with them. Sam Wilson gave you the nickname “Baby Avenger” because of your young-ish age and you pretended to hate it, but it was nice to finally be included in a group of friends. You were the youngest in your family and college classes so you spent your whole life trying to act mature like your peers. But now, watching Thor throw popcorn at Steve Rogers while Bucky Barnes pretended to strangle Clint Barton over a game of Uno, made you realize how fun it was to engage in childish activities. 

After only a few months of moving in, you developed a close relationship with Steve and Bucky fairly quickly. You considered all of the Avengers your best friends, but the super soldiers were extremely protective of you and you started viewing them as older brothers. They took you out for ice cream when you needed a break from work, pulled small annoying pranks to make you smile, and treated you like any normal young adult instead of a hardened SHIELD agent. 

“You know what I just realized?” Steve announced as you walked into the kitchen, still drowsy from sleep. He and Bucky were sitting at the counter sipping on their black coffees and reading the newspaper, which you silently noted to tease them for later. But first, you needed coffee. 

“Revelations this early in the morning?” You yawned. You grabbed a plain white mug from the cupboard and poured the piping hot coffee to the top. Bucky cringed as you carefully carried it to the counter, half expecting the coffee to spill and burn you. 

“We’ve never heard you laugh,” Steve continued on, “not even a single chuckle.” 

“Not everyone laughs like you and Thor,” you rolled your eyes, “and smiling counts.” 

Bucky snorted and shook his head, “Smiling isn’t the same as laughing, Doll.” 

“Then give me something to laugh about.” 

“What, you’re saying that we’re not funny?” Steve dramatically placed a hand on his heart. 

“If you both are so hell-bent on making me laugh, go ahead. I’m busy tonight so you knuckleheads will have time to brainstorm,” you took a generous swig of your coffee. 

“What’s going on tonight? We don’t have anything planned,” Bucky sounded so sweet and in that moment you wanted to reach out to pat his head like a puppy. 

“I have a date,” you winked. 

“A date?!” You swore you heard their hearts stop at the same time. 

“What? My supervisor told me it’s fine as long as I have a tracker on me, and I need to get out and socialize with normal people.” 

“Who is this guy–?” Steve interjected. 

“–or lady,” Bucky quickly added. 

“His name is Ben, we were in the same training group at SHIELD but never really got to talk. He reached out the other night wanting to catch up so I’m grabbing dinner with him tonight.”

“We need to know everything about this guy. Didn’t you say everyone in your training group were assholes?” Bucky said with concern written all over his face. 

“Relax, it’s been over three years. People change and besides, he was the only one I could beat in a sparring match so I’ll be fine.” 

“But with the data breach…” Steve started. 

“You two have been constantly telling me to act my age, going on one date isn’t going to hurt anyone. Tony and Nat approved,” you glared at Steve and Bucky, “and I promise I’m not going to do anything crazy.”

Bucky groaned in his hands and rubbed at his eyes, “Fine, but you’re getting a curfew and you have to keep us updated.” 

“I have it all under control,” you smirked. 

You, in fact, did not have any of this under control. 

You conveniently failed to tell Tony, Nat, Steve, and Bucky that this was your first date. The closest experience you had was going to homecoming with your older brother’s friend in high school but the poor guy just felt insecure about going alone and after pictures, he abandoned you at a table while he tried to flirt with other girls. College didn’t give you any time to date since you were getting a dual degree and dating during SHIELD’s training was a big no-no (although some trainees found time to hook-up every now and then). You’ve never cared about dating or relationships but with your older siblings settling down, you started to feel the pressure from your parents. One day you made the mistake of sending a selfie of you and Bucky in the family group chat and everyone grilled you about him until you muted your phone after twenty consecutive texts from your mother. When Ben suddenly reached out to you, you figured this was a good time to test the dating scene and hopefully appease your family. 

However, the moment you opened your closet, you realized you had no idea what you were doing. Ben suggested a casual diner known for their burgers and milkshakes so you took out a cute blouse and jeans, but it didn’t seem right. Should you wear makeup? But you rarely wear makeup so would Ben think you’re trying too hard? Are tennis shoes low effort? Is jewelry and perfume too much? 

Eventually you settled on a simple summer dress with a cardigan and flats, a cute outfit that allowed enough freedom for combat if necessary. You opted out of jewelry (choking risk) and perfume (you realized you didn’t have any).  After checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you nodded with approval and grabbed your handbag to head out. 

“Hey Tony, I’m leaving,” you popped your head in Tony’s office. He looked up from whatever gadget he was tinkering with and smiled. 

“You look cute, got the tracer on?” 

You nodded and pointed at a little heart shaped pin on your cardigan, “I’m protected.” 

Tony grimaced jokingly, “Have a good time kid. If this Ben guy gives you a bad time, say the code word and we’ll be there to kick his ass” 

“Does the code word have to be drama llama though? It’s pretty stupid,” you groaned. 

“Yes, now get out of here before Barnes and Rogers barricade the door,” he chuckled, “they are not happy campers right now.”

“They’ll get over it, see ya later,” you waved goodbye and headed to the living room where Steve and Bucky were sulking and watching TV like toddlers that were told they can’t have an extra cookie for dessert. 

“Alright kids, I'm heading out. I’ll be back by 10,” you tried to keep it lighthearted but Bucky looked like he was about to rip someone apart and Steve had his sad eyebrows on. 

“You look cute, Doll,” Bucky mumbled, “text us when you get there.” 

“Got it,” you turned and headed out to the front door, a little peeved off by their reactions. You understand that they’re overprotective of you, but you can’t miss out on life just because of them. You straightened your back and started the short walk to the diner, you were going to have fun and it will prove to them that not everyone has bad intentions. 

…

You arrived at the diner a bit early, the server led you to a little booth in the corner and handed you a rather expansive menu. She asked if you wanted to order any drinks or appetizers but you told her you’re waiting on someone and they will arrive soon. She gave you a cup of water anyways and you quickly texted the Avengers group chat that you were at the diner. Your phone quickly blew up with heart emojis and words of encouragement from everyone except for Bucky and Steve. 

6:28pm.

You and Ben agreed to 6:30 and the nerves were definitely lighting up. You kept on making glances at the door so you could wave him down when he came in. Would you recognize him? It’s been over three years, he was tall and scrawny with overgrown hair that your trainer forced him to cut. At first he was awkward and quiet, but by the end of their program, he was pretty popular and charismatic. He was funny enough to be well-liked by the top trainees and after the haircut and bulking up a bit, you’ve caught him making out with a woman or two. He wasn’t mean to you, but wasn’t exactly nice either, which you didn’t mind. You wondered where he ended up after graduating from SHIELD’s training program. He wasn’t athletic nor good with firearms, but he was smart and proficient with computers and programming. You’ve never seen him in your department so he didn’t go into IT. 

You realized you were lost in thought and checked the time. 

6:43pm.

You scanned the diner quickly to see if he had grabbed a table without seeing you, but the only other customers were you and a couple across the room. 

Not wanting to sound desperate but also somewhat worried, you texted, Hey, just checking in. 

The server came up to your table, you felt your face heat up when she looked at you with pity. 

“Can I start you off with any fries or a milkshake, sweetheart?” 

“Is it okay if I have a few more minutes? He’s running a bit behind.”

“Of course,” the server nodded and walked away. 

As if the universe was laughing at you, the diner started to fill up quickly and you knew you were inconveniencing the server by taking up an entire table without ordering anything. You check your phone again. 

7:16pm. No new messages from Ben, but your text was marked as seen. 

You sent a thumbs up and a burger emoji to the Avengers group chat to get them off your back. You wondered if the server was talking shit about the girl who’s been hogging a table for an entire hour without ordering anything with her coworkers. The burning sensation in your face started getting even warmer. 

7:45pm. You saw a text from Ben pop up on your phone, you immediately opened the message, relieved that he’s alive and not taken hostage by Hydra or aliens. It was probably going to be a long winded apology about how his car broke down and his phone died, or his cat got sick and he had to take it to the vet, or he got pulled into a last minute mission, and you two would laugh it off and reschedule for another date. 

Except all you saw on your phone’s screen was a singular laughing emoji. You felt your stomach tighten. This was probably a mistake right? A simple typo that he would immediately apologize for sending? Or maybe he was actually in danger and this was a code word for help?

A million possible responses to the emoji flooded your brain but all you could do was reply, What?

The text bounced back with a red flag, Unable to send to the recipient. 

Great. Stood up and ghosted on your very first date. Steve and Bucky were right for being overprotective, they probably saw this coming from a mile away. They knew that no guy would go for a 24 year old woman with no experience and a lifetime of unresolved emotional baggage. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were ever interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with…anyone. You just agreed to this date to appease your family and out of desperation to feel “normal.” Who were you kidding thinking that a popular and social guy like Ben would be interested in a woman whose ideal night was sitting in comfy pajamas and watching terrible horror movies with your friends. Steve and Bucky knew and they were too kind to tell you the truth. 

But now you were sitting in a packed diner. Frozen. 

The server came over with a sympathetic look on her face, “Hey darling, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”

You snapped back in your SHIELD agent persona and smiled at the server, “Yeah, my friend couldn’t make it. May I order eight cheeseburgers with fries and a strawberry milkshake to-go please?” 

“Of course sweetie,” she wrote down your order on her pad and walked away without any questions, as if she knew exactly what happened. Shame and embarrassment flooded your body, you haven’t felt this way in a long time and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

A few minutes later the server brought out a bag with the food and a large strawberry milkshake which she insisted was “on the house.” You wanted to cry from her kindness and tipped her generously. Then you left the diner wondering how the hell were you going to explain this to your friends. They would know something went wrong if you came back over an hour before curfew. You also knew they were going to immediately interrogate you about Ben and you weren’t a good enough liar to craft an elaborate story about a mediocre date where although he was nice, you two decided to be friends. You decided the best method was to drop off the food, tell everyone the date was fun but you’re not feeling well because of period cramps, and head off to bed before anyone could ask you a question. It was the perfect story, your friends knew your period cramps were horrendous so you walking into the room with a miserable look on your face wouldn’t raise any concerns. Then you had the night to figure out what to say to them the next morning. 

“I brought gifts,” you strolled into the living room where all the Avengers were well…assembled and dropped off the bag of burgers and fries on the counter, you took a sip from your strawberry milkshake which was heavenly to say the least. 

“You’re home early, is everything okay?” Nat said with concern, you could tell she was preparing herself to make a man “mysteriously” disappear. 

“Oh yeah, I had a nice time. But the period cramps hit so I decided to call it a night.”

“Do you need any ibuprofen, Doll? Or tea?” Bucky got up to raid the medicine drawer. 

“I’m fine, it’s just started so it’s not too bad. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” 

“We’re going to need all the details in the morning,” Sam grabbed a burger from the bag and took a huge bite, “damn that hit the spot.” 

“Thank you for grabbing us dinner,” Steve smiled and rubbed your back gently, that little touch of empathy made you want to cry all over again, “go get some rest.”

You smiled and headed to your room, feeling a sense of relief when you were alone. You loved your friends to death but they liked to ask questions and were much more observant than a regular person. You were used to bottling in your emotions and taking it out on work or training, but this felt different. You felt vulnerable and young, this shame didn’t come from SHIELD training, it was a feeling that many people in their twenties have gone through and you had no idea how to deal with it. For the first time, you felt lost, hopeless, and out of control. 

You flopped down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You’ve seen friends go out on dates and listened to them talk about the butterflies in their stomach while daydreaming about finding “the one” and getting married. Sometimes if the date went really well, they would share the more intimate details of effortless flirtations and sharing the night together in each other’s arms. 

Of course with dating, there were rough times where you listened to your friend cry over the phone after getting cheated on, or the one time you beat up a guy for giving your friend a black eye during an argument. You’ve watched the beautiful moments (and unfortunately the dark moments) of relationships but you’ve never felt like you wanted to experience that yourself. 

Did you want to kiss and share a bed with Ben? Your face crinkled at that thought. From training with him and seeing his social media, he’s the perfect package with a handsome face, fit body, incredibly smart, and has enough charisma to rival Bucky and Steve’s. But you knew you didn’t want to sleep with him, much less get married and settle down with him. 

You thought about Bucky and Steve. Women and men flirted with them endlessly when the three of you went out, you knew that they were attractive, but you could never see yourself having a sexual or romantic relationship with either of them. The thought alone made your stomach turn. 

Have you ever been sexually or romantically attracted to anyone? You frowned, trying to think of all the people you’ve met throughout the years. You’ve been so focused on your career that you didn’t think about these things, but your siblings are in long-term relationships so maybe…

Maybe I’m broken? You thought sadly. 

You heard a knock on the door and you sat up, pushing your emotions back down again. 

“It’s Dingus 1 and Dingus 2, may we come in?”

“Yeah sure,” you laid back down on your bed and rolled over like your stomach was in pain. Gotta play the act right.

“We know you're not on your period, “ Bucky said. 

“Um excuse me, are you mansplaining my period?”

Steve raised his hands in defense, “You said you had your period two weeks ago so we figured either something else is wrong or you need to see a doctor.” 

Busted. You forgot you were curled up on the couch in the living room two weeks ago cussing at your reproductive system and clutching onto the heat pack that Nat had kindly bought for you. 

“You got me,” you sighed and rolled over onto your back to look at the ceiling again. “Did something happen on the date?” Steve sat next to you and gently stroked your hair. 

“Well there was no date. He made me wait for an hour and ghosted me.”

Bucky was ready to hunt down this guy, “That fucking asshole.” 

“I’m surprised you know what ‘ghosted’ means, you old men.” 

Steve and Bucky gasped, "We're young and sprightly!” 

“Definitely something old men would say while drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper,” you shot back with a small smile.  

“You know Buck, remember that discussion from this morning?” Steve grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

“Of course, we may need to resume this discussion.” Bucky rubbed his hands together with equally an unsettling smile on his face. 

“Well good luck because I’m in no mood for jokes,” You mumbled.

“They’re not jokes,“ Bucky sat on your bed next to you and Steve, “just a little trick for older siblings to make the kids behave.”

“You’re not ticklish, are you?” Bucky swiped a finger down your arm, you used your SHIELD training to mask your emotions but in reality, you were internally freaking out because you were ridiculously ticklish and even worse, you didn’t mind it.

“Of course not, that’s for kids,” you mumbled, trying to mentally erase away the goosebumps on your arm. 

“You calling us kids now?” Steve teasingly grabbed your sides and the unexpected movement made you squeal. Shit.

“Never heard you make that sound before, I like it,” Bucky wiggled his fingers on your neck, you bursted out into bubbly giggles and shook your head. 

“You know what happens to liars,” Steve pinned your arms up with one hand and scribbled his blunt nails along your belly with the other, “they have to be taught a lesson.” 

“W-wait!” You exploded with high-pitched laughter as Steve’s unrelenting attack on your belly and Bucky moving down from your neck to gently squeezing right above your knees sent you into a ticklish hell (or heaven?). 

Laughter. Something you haven’t done in years. You were surprised by how higher pitched it was compared to your usual speaking tone. It was airy, relaxed, and childlike. Hearing your laugh for the first time sent shivers down Steve and Bucky’s spines. After a few moments of tormenting you with tickles, they held you in silence for a bit while you were getting your last giggles out.

“So what really happened?” Steve was the first to break the silence, always never afraid to ask questions. 

You explained to them about everything that happened at the diner. They listened intently and gave you reassuring hugs whenever you struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. 

“That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missed out on,” Bucky rubbed your back, you could tell he was struggling with hiding how pissed he was about Ben. 

“Yeah sweetie, you’ll find someone who will love and respect you,” Steve wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze. 

“Well that’s the thing…I don’t think I want to be in a relationship. It’s never appealed to me and I’ve never looked at someone and thought they were attractive or I want to date them. That’s weird, isn’t it? I just agreed to this date because I thought it was something I was supposed to do. People are meant to be in loving, meaningful relationships so there’s something deeply wrong with me,” the words poured out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was the first time you were truly vulnerable and you started to feel embarrassed again. 

“It’s true, people should have loving, meaningful relationships,” Steve agreed, “but those relationships don't have to be romantic or sexual. They can be between friends, families, or coworkers.” 

“I think you have plenty of loving and meaningful relationships,” Bucky smiled, “we love you to death, and so does everyone else here. We all care about you and want what’s best for you.” 

“And it’s not weird that you don’t feel certain types of attraction towards other people. That’s who you are and it’s totally valid,” Steve teasingly wiggles his fingers against your side, “and as your honorary older brothers, that makes our jobs easier.” 

“Hey!” You laughed, leaning into Bucky to get away from Steve’s fingers, only for Bucky to latch onto your ribs. A sudden electric shock went down your spine and you had to hold yourself back from screaming with laughter. Bucky looked at you with surprise and chuckled. 

“Well that’s a good spot to keep in mind.” 

“F-fuck you!” You laughed, doubling over and trying to get away from Steve and Bucky but they held you firmly in place on your bed. 

“You talk like a sailor but laugh like an angel, that’s adorable,” Steve laughed and dug into your sides just a bit more, making you squeal and tried desperately to push him away. 

“Alright alright,” he and Bucky decided to be nice (tonight) and gave you mercy. A wave of warm sleepiness hit you and they helped you lay back into bed. 

“Any requests for breakfast tomorrow?” Bucky smoothed out your covers that got a bit wrinkled and tangled up from their attack. 

“Pancakes?” You asked hopefully. 

“And bacon and eggs,” Bucky promised as he and Steve both gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

They quietly left your room and turned off your lights. Once Steve closed the door, Tony came walking down the hallway. 

“Oh there you two are, is she alright in there?” Tony glanced at your room with concern, “She seemed kind of upset when she came home.” 

“She’s okay now,” Steve smiled, “sleeping like a baby.”

Tony chuckled, “Well I’m glad. Her supervisor contacted me earlier and said they found the creeps who organized SHIELD’s security breach. She’s safe to go back home but if we believe that she’ll be an asset to our team, then she can stay. It just has to be a unanimous vote.”

“Hell yeah she should stay,” Bucky immediately jumped in, “we need someone with her brains and experience on our team.” “I agree,” Steve nodded, “and I have a feeling that we’ve all been in much better moods since she got here. She balances us out.” 

“Awesome, I will get the report to her supervisor and make her a permanent resident,” Tony nodded with a knowing smile, “and now we all get the time to make her laugh.” 

“You heard her?” Steve chuckled. 

“Her room’s vent is directly connected to my lab. Lovely sound, I would love to recreate it myself.” 

You slept soundly through the night despite the negative events that had happened earlier, your heart was filled with love, trust, and acceptance from your found family. You realized with the Avengers you never had to pretend to be anyone but yourself, and that was the best relationship you could ever hope for. 

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

Through a clearer lens

Chuuya x idol!reader

5154 words

Y/N’s pov

Working for the port mafia isn’t easy.

Especially when you are in show biz as an idol and in love with your superiors

And the one you are hopelessly crushing on is perfect in every way, and you aren’t 

What good am I if I don’t even do the same level of work as everyone else?

What does the boss see in me? All I do is dress in short skirts and heels to dance around, give my best fake smile, and sing for people, hoping to make them happy as I stand near the back of the formation, knowing I’ll never be good enough to be the face of our group.

Sure, my ability is terrifying in its power, but what good is it if all I do is hurt people and can only safely use it to perform and project the image of a joyful star on them?

How could I ever be good enough? Sure, I’m the tallest in our group at 5’6”, but I’m also the fattest at 115 lbs and the youngest at 19 years old.

I’m just standing outside the doors that separate me from the boss as I go in for my monthly check-in with him about what I’ve acquired from being an idol of other groups and what I can tell him about them.

As I stand there contemplating opening the door and doing what I must or making the risky decision to leave my boss high and dry since I have nothing of use to contribute this time, I hear a voice behind me. 

“Are you just going to stand there all day, or will you go in?”

I turn around to find the source of the voice and nearly faint seeing Chuuya fucking Nakahara standing about 7 feet behind me. 

“Well?”

I put on my best performance smile like he didn’t almost make me jump so high I could’ve hit the ceiling and looked at him.

“My apologies, Mr.Nakahara. If you have business with the urgent boss, you are welcome to go in front of me.”

He looked at me exasperated.

“You’ve been standing there for 30 minutes.”

Fuck I think he saw through me.

“Really?! I must have forgotten the time again. You can go in front of me if you’d like!” I say, trying to lay on the performance thicker

“I’d go in if I were you because making the boss wait will have consequences for you,” he said, looking done with me and my shit. 

Did I mention I had a crush on Chuuya?

“No, really, Mr.Nakahara, it’s nothing I don’t mind! I know you’re an executive, so your business will be more important than mine,” I said, smiling at him, using as much charm as I could to buy myself time. 

“You know what fuck this” and he breezes past me, and I think I won.

Haha

Wrong

He fucking breezed past me and smoothly grabbed me by the back of my collar and drag me in in there himself.

“H-hey, what are you doing!?” I say as I try to break myself free from his grasp

“If you’re not going to do it yourself, I’ll make you do it.”

“N-no, really it’s fine, don’t worry about it-ack!”

He stops long enough not to choke me, and I take that chance to yank my collar out and run the other way.

But I’m not fast enough as he’s already back next to me, sweeping my legs out from underneath me.

I fell straight on my ass and was now staring up at the ceiling, confused as to what the hell just happened, and he came back into view. 

“You’ve got some nerve to defy orders, don’t you, missy”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try to make you mad. I just wanted to be polite and let you go first!”

He just sighs at me and holds his hand out for me to take 

“How about this: we go in together, and you don’t escape again, or you face the consequences from me, got it?”

“F-fine, but I can get up myself. I don’t want to pull you down with me accidentally.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He says, looking at me like I’ve grown three more heads

“I’m kind of heavy and don’t want to strain you, sir, b-but don’t worry, I’m working on losing weight!”

“I was just dragging your ass, and you’re super light. What the hell are you on about?”

Fuck he’s going to see right through me.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed about your weight. I find tiger stripes on women's bodies attractive.”

AYO, WHAT?? HAS HE NEVER HEARD OF IDOL BEAUTY STANDARDS?!

“Wait, what did you say?”

“Well I’ve seen your music videos and always thought you had c-cute chubby cheeks and attractive tiger stripes. You shouldn’t be ashamed, and it’s your body.” he muttered looking pretty sheepish and was…blushing?

“B-but the idol industry is super strict about what an idol is supposed to look like and weigh! I’m at least 15lbs overweight for idol standards!”

“HOW MUCH DO YOU EVEN WEIGH?!”

“…115lbs…”

“Aren’t you like 5’6 ?!”

“Yeah, so?

“Bitch that’s normal weight. What are you on about??”

“My manager said I had to lose weight because I was starting to look fat. He also said I need to either get a boob job or start B-Vitality to make my boobs bigger.”

“What the fuck?! How old even are you kid?!.” he looked both mortified and disgusted 

“What?!”

“I asked how old you are”

“Oh I’m 19 sir”

He took a breath and adjusted himself 

“Why don’t you just quit then?”

“w-what?!”

“I said you should just quit. It doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors”

“I don’t think that’s the problem since I do love performing and love being in my current group

“That’s why I was going to meet with the boss today. To ask if I could use some of my idol earnings to get a boob job to be good enough for my manager finally.”

“Are you crazy?An invasive and potentially life-threatening surgery? And for what?”

“To be prettier and more eye-catching to make a better performance! I don't expect you to understand, which is fine because you’re already gorgeous and perfect!”

There was a moment of dead silence. Like the room had the life sucked out of it. 

He looked me in the eyes and could probably see the black stars that now occupied where my normal pupils were 

I knew this because I could see myself in his glossy aquamarine eyes.

I stood up from where I had been sitting. 

“I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems, Mr.Nakahara. I sh-should go now.” I started to walk away do something I regretted

“And just where do you think you’re going L/N?” he said grabbing my wrist with his gloved hand

“It’s not your place to know and I’d rather keep you out of it” I said trying to release my wrist from his grasp but I couldn’t 

“I’m not letting you go until you tell the boss what you told me”

“And what’s it to you? If it’s really that pressing you could just tell him yourself. Besides it’s not like it effects you at all” I said trying to now yank my wrist from his grasp

He gripped my wrist tighter and yanked me closer to him so his face was inches from mine 

“It is my business if a subordinate of mine is about to become a second Dazai because of a spiral. I don’t need another suicidal maniac on my hands” 

“It won’t go that far! I just know that I have to be good enough in order to justify me being here on the boss’s payroll and in anyone’s presence! Now let me go before you get roped into this shit too”

Chuuya looked at me in shock and horror as I yanked harder more determined than ever to just get the boss to justify plastic surgery in order to get the port mafia more money and potentially other assets as well

“Yeah no now I know I’m going in there with you” he said as he just started dragging me back to the giant doors where we knew the boss was behind

I have to do something I just know it 

“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara” I said as I swept his leg 

“OW WHAT THE FUCK”

I started running in other direction when he suddenly caught up to me 

And I heard 2 words that sent a chill down my spine as his hand made contact with my back

“Gravity manipulation”

And suddenly I was on the ground unable to move struggling to fight his ability now as I heard him crouch beside me 

“Unwise move L/N now I have to punish you for directly disobeying an executive”

Surely he didn’t have the authority to kill or maim me right? I don’t think the boss would be very happy about that 

“Relax I’m not going to hurt you in anyway just gonna…make you squirm a little” I swear I think he smiled at that last part

As I struggled against his ability and tried to get away I suddenly was aware of a gloved hand creeping up the front of my shirt and settling right on the side of my belly button

My eyes went wide as I looked up at him in horror 

“W-w-wait I can’t have any bruises or my career is over!”

“What part of ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ did you not understand? Unless you’re trying to get on my nerves”

“N-n-no sir just trying to get on my way and be out of your hair!” I said straining now to get out of his reach 

“No. you’re not going to just weasel your way out of this one sweetheart”

And I didn’t even have time to fire back a good retort before his fingers dug into my midsection and in my (futile) attempt to hold back my laughter I let out a squeak that would make a mouse envious

“Man I should have expected this given how much of a stubborn ass you are rumored to be in enemy interrogations ”

I have to hold my ground or else he’ll find out my weakness

Unless

He’s already found it 

“Well then I guess I can’t be as nice as I was planning on being now can I?”

He then flips me over so now I’m on my back and making direct eye contact with my arms to my chest elbows covering down my ribs 

And then I remember gravity is only up and down not side to side 

So I lengthen my fingers and try to compress myself so he can’t see my face 

“ oh no you don’t” 

AND CHUUYA THE BASTARD PUTS MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD

SHIT 

“That’s better. Actually come to think of it you’re awfully quiet, looks like that’s next”

And suddenly he’s straddling me hands on my sides

“W-wait M-mr.Nakahara isn’t this like super unprofessional?!”

“I think you think I give a damn about that shit, and I don’t”

He lifts my shirt up to my bra and I feel the cold air around us hit my now exposed tummy

“Damn you’re skinnier than you let on”

“I’m still not- pfff ahahaha wahaihait nohoho stahahahap” 

He had cut me off by tickling my sides

“That’s a much better sound don’t you think L/N? Instead of you yapping about some non-existent fat and other shit”

“pleaahehehehehese nohhohoo leheehet me gohohoho”

“Hell no I want to see if you can laugh louder and I’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied”

He then moves his hands to the center of my tummy 

“Pleahehehehehese ihihih’m gohohona behehe lahahahahahate”

“I’m sure he’ll understand since you directly disobeyed an executive. Now tell me Y/N where else are you ticklish? If you tell me I might go easy on you”

Probably shouldn’t have tried to hide my blushing face when he said the acursed t-word because I think that finally clued him in to that being my weakness

“Wait did you just try to hide when I said ‘ticklish’? 

Goddamnit the jig is up

“Nohohoo”

“Lying too?! Wow you are quite brave for the position you’re currently in, oh well guess I’ll have to start exploring”

He moves his wiggling fingers to my poor ribs and at least that spot isn’t as ticklish as my tummy 

“Jeez you could at least laugh a bit more, but i guess I’m not getting the right tickle spot am I”

And him being the sadistic (hot) bastard he is he moves up to my armpits and I can’t hold it anymore 

“WAHAHAHAAHHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHT THEHEHEHEHERE PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE”

“There it is, now tell me why is it that you won’t tell the boss what you told me?”

“NOHOOHHOOO HE CAHAHAHAHAN’T KNOHOHOHOHOW”

“Perhaps you misheard me, WHY won’t you tell the boss”

“I TOHOHOHHOLD YOU HEHEHE JUHUHUHUST CAHAHAN’T”

“Guess I’m gonna have to try something else since you won’t talk” 

“BUHUHUHUT I DIHIHIHID I SWEAHAHAHAR”

“Nice try but you didn’t, and don’t dodge the question”

Suddenly his hands dart to my hips and he’s alternating between squeezing and scribbling

“PLEAHEHEHEHEEHEHASE NOHOHOHHOHOT THERE NOHOHOT THERE PLEAHEHEHEESE”

“Ooh someone’s ticklish here how cute”

Damn him and his suave words

Maybe if i hold in my laugh I can pass out 

I bite onto my shirt in an attempt to maintain some semblance of sanity 

But he’s not having any of that

“Still trying to hold on huh? Must be a big secret if you’re literally trying to bite your tongue, or are you just flustered because you’re embarrassed that some tickling is going to break you?

Fuck he’s reading me like a book, and if it weren’t for his stupid ability I’d have broken free already and ran

“If you think I’m going to let you go soon without getting what I want then you’re an idiot”

He then switches methods again PUTTING A HAND ON MY CHEEK AND HE MOVED MY HEAD TO LOOK INTO HIS EYES AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAA

And while making eye contact he smiles at me evilly and he tickles my tummy again

“Much better, now’s your chance to talk Y/N if you tell me the truth I can make it stop and I won’t tell the boss your little weakness. Here I’ll even let you catch your breath”

“I’m sorry Mr.Nakahara I can’t tell you that but I can tell you that you should stop before you see the rest of my gross ass un-covered body like my armpits that havent’t been shaved in 6 hours not to mention my fat ass hips- WAHAHAAIT I WAHAHAHAHAASN’T DOHHOHOHONE”

“Well it seems like you don’t want to talk so I guess I’ll have to keep going”

And what does he do?

That’s right he pulled my pants down to the panty line to see the gross ass hips that  gotta lose fat from

“All i see is bone what are you talking about” and he shrugs then starts tickling my poor hips again

“Damn you’re way more ticklish here than I originally thought and do you charge fans for these laughs because if they heard them I’m sure people would be showering you in money”

“YOU’RE TAHAHAHALKING LIHIHIKE DAHAHAZAHAHAI SHUHHUHUHUT UHUHUHP”

“HUH?! ME LIKE THAT SUICIDAL ASS?! HELL NO NOW YOU’VE DONE IT MISSY”

GOT HIM

And then he takes off my shoes and socks 

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR COMPARING ME TO DAZAI YOU LITTLE TICKLISH ASS” and he digs into the arch of my foot as he says that

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHHOHOHORY PLEAHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHHEEHESE NOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHHOORE IHIHHIHIHI’L BEHEHEEHEHE GOHOHOOD JUHUHUHUHHUST MAHAHAAHKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP”

“That’s more like it, I guess you can see reason after all”

I tried looking away because I was ashamed at caving so fast and my face definitely showed my embarrassment 

“Now why is it that you won’t tell the boss? What was so bad that it took me tickling you for 15 minutes straight to choke out of you huh?”

He releases his ability and pulls me into a sitting position and cradles my cheek 

“I didn’t want him to say no to what I needed from him if I told him then he would absolutely say no”

“And what is it you wanted from him?”

“For him to approve me getting a tummy tuck, BBL, and boobjob since my managers are unhappy with how I look and I am too I guess. Not to mention my managers are pushing me to do it, something about less brands want partnerships because of their weakest link and fans aren’t buying as much merch” I say as I gently guide his wrist away from my face and look down in shame

He pulls me into a kind of awkward hug 

“Trust me when I say you don’t need that shit because then you’ll look like some gross ass alien and not a person”

“I don’t mean to be rude Mr.Nakahara but I really should go see the boss now since I’m pretty sure I’m late now”

“You do realize it’s fine if you call me by my first name right?”

“A-are you s-sure? It feels wrong since you’re my superior”

“Yeah it’s fine”

“Ok then Chuuya”

“Now let’s go and I swear to god if you make one self deprecating joke or statement I’ll strap every limb and extremity down and I’ll tickle you again until you piss yourself and forget your name”

“Yes Chuuya”

So he drags me to the boss’s door by my collar again and kicks those giant ornate doors open

“Hello Chuuya, I see you’ve brought L/N”

“I believe there’s something I have to tell you that I have just learned about Y/N here about her plans to get a bunch of cosmetic surgery”

“I-in my defense sir it’s necessary to further my career as an idol because the managers aren’t happy with my recent ratings and they also at some point said something about botox or something to make me not look 30 and more my age”

“Interesting that something like that would be proposed to someone so young you’re how old again Ms.L/N?”

“19 sir”

“Oh that’s far too young for cosmetic plastic surgery”

“Wait till you see the twitter comments, they disagree with that statement, and I’ll be honest their critiques make sense”

“Oh? X? And how many of these comments are there?”

“Hundreds at least maybe even thousands”

“And you really believe them?”

“Duh especially since it’s clearly outlined in photos”

“And by that I mean-”

“That’s quite enough Ms.L/N, and to answer your question you are not going to get surgery”

“Boss with all do respect I-” I was cut off by the sound of a throat clearing

“My apologies boss for the interruption but I have an important message to deliver” Hirotsu said approaching our weird little trio with Chuuya still holding me by the back of my shirt

“Oh? And what is this important message that you had involve everyone in this room Hirotsu?”

“Again my apologies, a long time enemy of the Port Mafia is on the move and I have information regarding it that I figured you’d want to see”

“While that is most intriguing I have something else quite important I’m currently attending to, you may go now Hirotsu” and with that Hirotsu came up to the Boss and gave him the envelope in question and was on his way

“As for you ms.L/N given the requests you have brought before me as your doctor I am concerned, involving your interest in the body modifications you want.”

“With all do respect boss what are you talking about? Wanting to be perfect shouldn’t make you concerned” I said trying to at least make him see my side

At that moment I became hyperaware of the fact that I was still being held by the back of my shirt like a kitten being held by its mother and I glanced momentarily to see a very bored(?) Chuuya looking off to the side

At least that’s what I saw because of the angle I had to look from. 

However that was not the case. 

“Ok. I understand. We can begin the procedure now if you’d like”

I look at the boss, flabbergasted. Chuuya looks at him, as if the boss figured out the cure to gaining bitches.

“I’m sorry, what in the actual fuck are you saying? SHE IS 19 FOR CHRIST SAKE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE REALLY WANTS AND IS BEING MANIPULATED ”

“Oh and you do!? You don’t even know me! So just let me go and do this so I can finally be good enough!”

He looks down at me and uses his other hand to adjust my gaze so it’s directed at him

“I thought our heart to heart earlier was pretty clear about you not going through with those…procedures as well as telling the boss about the other thing”

“No absolutely not! He can’t know! Also put me down your arms are going to get tired!”

“Well if you’re going to be a stubborn jackass about this I guess I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands” and before he lets go of my shirt he utters those 2 godforsaken words again”

“Gravity manipulation”

And I get launched into the ground unable to get up or move and he takes a few steps forward

“Boss Ms.L/N is hiding something else from you that I got out of her earlier” Chuuya said looking back at me smirking

“No wait Chuuya I-” I tried to reach forward but my arm slammed down because of his ability

“Too late for that sweetheart, you had your chance”

“Interesting, I don’t recall Ms.L/N ever lying to me or omitting anything” the boss said to Chuuya while strangely looking directly at me with this weird grin on his face

“She told me that her managers are pressuring her into this surgery and using data and other’s feelings to sway her in their interest and convince her” Chuuya said looking back at the boss

“Very interesting indeed. Perhaps they forget that they don’t own her or really understand the spider’s web they’re crawling towards and that they should keep their hands off” the boss pondered now looking in my direction 

“I couldn’t agree more with you boss. Perhaps they need a warning shot to underfstand not to mess with the port mafia” 

And before I could catch myself I did something crazy

I spoke out against the boss

“Wait this could jeopardize my whole career and send the military police after the port mafia we can’t be hasty with that! The entertainment industry is ruthless!”

“I guess the only solution then is for you not to and switch agencies”

“They own my likeness boss! I can’t”

“Well then, guess someone is going to have to mysteriously disappear, I will get Hirotsu to look into the talent agency she works for, and you can deal with building a spine in Ms.L/N”

“Sounds good to me boss”

“Now I believe our meeting shall adjourn here as I have new matters to attend to”

“Alright pipsqueak you’re coming with me” Chuuya was now grabbing the back of my shirt again and this time I felt weightless and now unable to freely anchor myself

“Who are you calling pipsqueak?!? I’m like 3 inches taller than you! If anything you’re the pipsqueak!” I immediately covered my mouth 

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT YOU CHEEKY PIECE OF SHIT”

Uh oh

“WAIT WAIT IM SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT!”

He suddenly adjusted his ability (somehow without using words?!?!?!) and suddenly I was on the ground sprawled out just like earlier

“SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE YOU SPOKE THEN”

“WAIT WAIT I’M SHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHRY I DIHIHIHIIDN’T MEHEHEHEHEAN IT HAHAHAHAHAHA” and of course the place he started was my hips

“Not to mention you violated our deal so I had to punish you anyway”

Time skiiiiiiiip

I sat on my bed staring at the sky after the strange ordeal which I’m still convinced wasn’t real

Suddenly I’m greeted with footsteps approaching my door and my door subsequently slamming open with a folder thrown on to me (didn’t help that it was super heavy)

“OW why?!?!”

“Fixed your shit manager problem”

“Chuuya do you understand the implications here?!?!”

“Yes I do but maybe you should read first”

I opened the folder and saw my awful manager dead in a warehouse with Gin curb stomping his head which was looking towards the camera and the next one was of his body with the next page being a print out of an article saying “Dango Productions President found dead after drug deal gone wrong” 

“How the hell did you orchestrate this?!?”

*hello it is I, Emily. From here to who knows when I will be writing this part of the fic. Thank youuuu*

"I had some help, help from others" he begins to walk towards a large door. "I had help from the outside" he opens the door and I see two people, both have purple hair but on is wearing a demon costume and another is wearing a beige sweater

"wait... YOU"

"heeey i thought you said that this was going to be a fun surprise. I thought she would remember me by now... her old co workers"

"wait, RAFAYEL??"

"yep and this is another con artist friend of mine"

Chuuys gives them a hand signal, motioning them to leave. BUT THEY JUST GOT HERE COME BACK POOKIE. 

Chuuya looks at me and chuckles to himself. 

“Don’t you see Y/N? We won. I won. This whole plan was for you! FOR YOU. And you have the nerve, the AUDACITY to hit me, to call me short?. You know I could’ve killed you at any moment, right? RIGHT??! ANSWER ME DAMNIT”

I look at the man in front of me and shake in fear. From one moment, he was just a funny guy with a very silly hat, but now I am not so sure. 

Even when I try to answer him, my voice is nothing but a whisper.

“I-I-I just wanted a surgery to become a better idol.”

“FUCK OFF WITH THE IDOL BULLCRAP Y/N” Chuuya throws a small flower vase. “I SWEAR IF YOU SAY ONE FUCKING NEGATIVE THING ABOUT YOURSELF IM GOING TO FUCK YOU UP SO HARD YOU WISHED YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE GOD DAMN SURGERY, YOU UNDERSTAND?”

*ayo… chat… why was that kinda… hawt* ahem ANYWAY

“Is that a threat or an invitation?” I say, walking backwards. I hit a wall and now im being trapped. Just then, Chuuya slams his hand on the wall, very close to my face. 

AYO AYO THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW… OR IS IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

He lifts my chin and gives me a strong passionate kiss. I gasp, not being able to process what happened. I clench my hands into fists. 

“Why are you resisting? Why are you resisting the love you so clearly deserve?”

I gasp at his words. He grabs me, but harder. I try to push his away but I end up melting in his embrace. Without thinking I have my hands around his hair. He smiles and his lips go from mine to my neck and through my body. I let out a small gasp. 

“Wait, wait. I don’t think this is…”

He looks at me, but with desire. 

“Y/N, I want you to love your body the way I do. I love the way you dress, but your clothes are better off here” 

He proceeds to unbutton my top. One by one. I try to stop him, but by the time I grab his hands my entire top is off. I put my hands on my face, embarrassed by my appearance. My insecurities are on full display and with the person I love so dearly. 

“What is to be embarrassed of, my love? Your body is like a temple. And it should be explored”

I mess with his hair for a little before kissing him more. He lifts me up and roughly slams me to the table, where we continued make out. He unzips his pants and releases… the lightsaber. 

He looks at my reaction. He takes my hands and I begin to touch it. I gasp in fear as the hand motions get faster and faster. And before I know it

*AHAHAHAHA HE CAME. WHAT A SIMP*

I am now traumatized. I quickly take my shirt and button it up quickly before he unbuttons it. 

“I do not like what I see. Do you have any idea what it is like to look at yourself and wonder if you are enough? All my life, I have been told I am beautiful by people who treat me like I am ugly. My old producer… he… did something terrible to me. I can never look at my body without seeing the scars.”

Chuuya takes off his jacket and puts it around me. “Then we shall heal those scars, together. No matter how long it takes. But Y/N,” he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love every part of you. And I hope you will soon”

I cry while giving him a hug. He pats my back, trying to calm me down. 

He pulls me in closer and puts his chin on my head as I begin to lose control of my own emotions and just break down in his arms 

I fight in his arms to regain control of my emotions and my composure to pull away from his warm and tempting embrace and almost succeed in doing so

When I feel a sudden dig at my rib and suddenly my face is BURIED IN HIS CHEST 

“I would think you’d get the hint but I guess not” and he cups my face with one hand and slides his hand to push my chin up 

Its not long but we made eye contact long enough for me to try and break free from his grasp again

“There isn’t a reason to be ashamed of any part of yourself.” and he pulls me back to his chest

“After all there is one more thing I have to take care of since you’ve deliberately defied me so many times. I’m sure you remember our earlier conversation”

“W-wait Ch-Chuuya w-we can t-talk about this r-right?!” 

“No”

And he sure did keep his promise because that night I had to change my whole ass mattress and replace my sheets and comforter because of him.

And that, unbeknownst to me, was the beginning of our love story. 

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Movie Nights and (rather one-sided) Tickle fights

Spencer Reid x Shy!ND! Reader

*Sequel to Coworker Bonding + Part 2 to Sensibility and Its Open Doors*

SFW; Brief angst, MEGA fluff, very brief hints at a possible future romance

Words: 5395

Summary: It's been quite a few months since Spencer encouraged Y/N to open up to him and the team, and since he discovered their giggly secret, and a budding friendship has definitely been forming between the two. When the two of them plan a movie night, despite being in their own home, Y/N struggles to let themself unmask in front of Spencer, and finds themself feeling ashamed in moments the mask ends up slipping. Of course, Spencer is having none of it, and sets out to cheer up his friend, while challenging their negative self talk brought about by past mistreatment related to their neurodivergence.

Warnings: Shame, self doubt, insecurities about being ND, talks of past ableism experiences, swearing, lots of tickles (Spencer's RUTHLESS in this one ajasksjdk- Still a sweetheart, but also a meanie)

DISCLAIMER: This is inspired by my experiences as a neurodivergent individual and how ableism I experienced in the past can jump out and cause a lot of shame, even in an environment where I feel safe. Not everyone who's neurodivergent experiences what the reader in this story experiences. I just hope to provide some comfort for my fellow ND people who struggle to feel safe unmasking in environments that are normally safe for them because the resurfaced shame feels overwhelming.

It wasn't often that the members of the BAU got to have genuine moments of peace, but when they happened, everyone took full advantage of their free time. Y/N had nervously invited Spencer over to watch one of their favorite movies, and felt over the moon when he'd accepted. After a good hour of anxiously working to make sure their house looked presentable and tidy, they changed into their pajamas and set out some snacks.

The sound of the doorbell made them jump, and they took a brief second to calm their rapidly beating heart before quickly rushing to answer the door. Spencer stood there with a smile, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants, and his hair freely hanging where it wanted to. Something about seeing their coworker and friend in such a casual setting made them grow a lot more timid. They'd always thought he was cute, and the casual environment only seemed to increase that thought tenfold.

"Hi, Y/N." The adorably awkward wave made their heart flutter.

"Hi... hi, Spencer," they greeted with a shy smile, quickly moving aside so he could walk in.

After they closed the door, they let out a small squeak of surprise when Spencer pulled them in for a hug, something they'd previously said they were alright with him doing, and quickly returned the embrace, squeaking again when the taller agent picked them up. "Spehehenceher!"

"I missed you!" He exclaimed, spinning them around a few times and making them laugh harder.

"Youhou sahahaw mehe ahat work!"

"And I still missed you~"

"IhI missed youhou too!"

Spencer set them down again, but held them in the hug for a bit longer, much to Y/N's delight. They hummed and giggled when he gave them a squeeze, and did the same in return. Squeeze-hugs made them feel incredibly safe. When the two moved apart, and Y/N saw the smile on Spencer's face, they couldn't help but smile back, eventually needing to avert their eyes when they grew too shy.

"I've... um... I got the movie set up and I prepared some snacks."

"Rocky Horror Picture Show, right?"

"M-Mhm. One of my favorite roles of Tim Curry's is his character in this movie," Y/N stated, their smile growing as they led Spencer to the couch. "He'd already been performing the live musical for quite some time before starring in the film. This is definitely number one for me in terms of characters he's played. My second pick would be his role as Pennywise."

"In the IT miniseries based on the 1986 novel by Stephen King," Spencer added in acknowledgement, noting the way Y/N's eyes seemed to light up at his response.

"He was terrifying in that role," Y/N expressed with a grin, their hands beginning to flap. "His role in Clue was hilarious. All of the actors were. The improvised scene from Madeline Khan had me crying laughing. It was the one improv line in the movie and it was an absolute gem. I love the Clue board game so much. I haven't played in years but Miss Scarlet was my favorite to play as. The elegance and beauty and brains... B-But, back to the movie for tonight. Sorry, I... I-I rambled a bit, didn't I? Oh gosh... I, uh... I started stimming a bit aggressively... I'm sorry. I ramble too much..."

Hearing the way the excitement faded from their voice, replaced by self consciousness and uneasiness, made Spencer's heart sink. He loved hearing Y/N infodump to him. After all, he could go on for hours about different topics if people let him. Y/N was always the most engaged in listening to him when he suddenly dropped several paragraphs of information in the middle of a case.

"Y/N, you don't need to apologize for rambling," Spencer insisted. "It's cute."

"Cute!?"

"Yes. Cute."

Heat had risen to and radiated off of Y/N's cheeks at that statement, and they were feeling lucky they were already eye contact-averse in that moment. "S-Spencer..."

"I mean it! You're super charismatic and passionate, Y/N. Those are attractive traits. Passionate rambles about your interests aren't a bad thing. Like I said, it's very cute."

"Stop it..."

"Do you not believe me? You've heard me ramble about different things plenty of times. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not a genius with an eidetic memory," Y/N reminded him. "I get off track when I tell stories and bounce around from topic to topic before getting back to what I was initially taking about, I forget dates and times, the only things I remember well are because I hyperfixate on them to an unhealthy degree. I've practically memorized this film by now..."

"What makes you think that isn't endearing?"

"Repeated instances of being shamed and made to feel like I'm annoying and stupid, maybe... It's happened so many times, a-and I feel like they were right... And, my stimming... I... I'm afraid of being stared at, or shamed, or infantilized..."

"Y/N, you shouldn't be embarrassed about stimming either. Everyone stims to some degree. Just because you need to do it much more often doesn't mean you are any less of a person."

"S-Spencer..."

"Your brain and nervous system using stimming to regulate as often as they do is perfectly okay. I notice the tension and nervousness in your body language practically disappear when you stim. You get so much clarity and focus from it. Seeing you stim when you're happy or excited is amazing because I can see the joy in your whole body. Why is that a bad thing?"

"It just is, Spencer... I get really embarrassed when I vocally or physically stim because all my life- I'm doing it again... This is why I masked for so long... I-I..."

"Y/N, cut it out."

"Spencer, I'm being serious I-I... w-why are... why are you looking at me like that?"

Spencer's face was dead serious and Y/N suddenly felt butterflies in their stomach. "S-Spencer?" Y/N's voice came out high pitched and nervous.

"If you think I'm gonna sit here and let you continue to trash talk yourself because other people wrongfully shamed you for being neurodivergent, then you are sorely mistaken."

"Th-They w-weren't wrong, S-Spencer..." Y/N stammered.

Spencer leaned forward, the serious look not leaving his face. Y/N's breath hitched, unable to tear their eyes away from his piercing gaze.

"Admit your rambles are charming and that your stimming is nothing to be ashamed of."

"No."

"I'll make you," Spencer warned with a raised eyebrow. Y/N knew that look, but they took the route of stubbornness.

"You won't do shit," they said boldly.

"Oh really? Does me, tickling you until you're screaming with laughter, are too hypersensitive for your own good, and unable to stop giggling for the rest of the night, sound like I 'won't do shit?'"

Y/N squeaked, but the thought immediately made them giddy and they silently cursed how easily their lee moods came about. In another bout of boldness, they scoffed and folded their arms.

"You won't convince me, Spencer."

"That a yes? You really want me to tickle you senseless right now?"

The genius sat there patiently and waited for Y/N to affirm his question.

"Like I said. You. won't. convince me," Y/N repeated, giving Spencer the clear answer he was waiting for.

A surprised shriek left their lips when Spencer swiftly pulled them back across his lap and grabbed their wrists in one of his hands. He held them against the cushions above Y/N's head and they felt the cold air from where their shirt had ridden up the slightest bit. Y/N's eyes were wide and their heart skipped a beat when Spencer leaned closer.

"I'm not so sure your statement will age well, Y/N," he whispered. "Since your last lee mood that I was around to quell, I've done some serious research on the best ways to get you flustered and squirming profusely. Granted, I already knew a lot of the techniques, but I found some really good ones that'll keep you squeaking~"

The butterflies only grew more intense after hearing those words and Y/N knew their face was heating up. They squirmed, only to squeak when Spencer teasingly wiggled his fingers. "Wahahait, h-hehehey!"

The agent let out a small shriek as said wiggling fingers got closer. When Spencer paused his hand, he noticed the look of near disappointment in Y/N's eyes.

"Oh no, you weren't expecting me to just dive into this without building up some anticipation, were you~?"

"Spehehencer Reheid, I swehear tohoho Gohod." Y/N's warning didn't sound so menacing through their giggles.

"Is that a yes? You were?"

"Y-You're ehehevil!"

"Am I really? Or, am I just good at making you giggle?"

"Thihis ihisn't f-fahahair!"

"You know, I still haven't found all of your ticklish spots. Those won't be hidden for much longer."

"D-Dohon't youhouhou dahahare," Y/N squeaked out, only to shriek with nervous giggles when Spencer wiggled his fingers close to their tummy.

"Your reaction just then indicates this is a major ticklish spot."

"N-Nohot t-truhuhue!" Y/N argued. "I-It ihisn't, ihihit IHIHIHISN'T TRUHUHUHUHUE! SPEHENCEHER!"

The sensation caused Y/N to arch their back before collapsing back down, high pitched giggles escaping from their lips almost immediately.

"Still gonna tell me it's not true?" Y/N couldn't answer, instead opting for trying to stifle their giggles by biting their lip. It only took the genius looking them in the eyes to make them squeak and look away, their giggles only getting louder. "Someone looks giddy~"

Spencer let go of their hands in order to attack their sides, grinning when Y/N predictably made no attempt to push away his hands, instead switching between partially hiding their face while kicking their legs, and stimming by rapidly moving their fists toward and away from each other.

"Have I convinced you yet?"

"Nohoho! IhI'm nohot chahanging my mihihind!"

"Is that a challenge, Y/N? Because you and I both know it's one you won't win. You're too ticklish to win. Then again, the fact that you like this might work against me. I'll just have to tease you a lot more. I know for a fact that teasing is your biggest weakness. Your face gets so hot that I can feel the heat coming off of it, you can't even look in my general direction, your voice goes much higher in pitch, and you laugh harder. However, I also know for a fact, that you love being teased."

"Nohoho IhI dohohohon't!"

Y/N was lying through their teeth and both them and Spencer knew it. "Not so convincing when you're being tickled, are you?"

"Fuhuhuhuck youhouhouhou!"

"Oh. Did I strike a nerve?" Spencer teased. "I know every. single. ler trick in the book. You are most definitely going to get familiar with each one~"

Y/N had a sudden moment of boldness despite how much Spencer had flustered them and rapidly poked their coworker's sides, making him flinch and bring his arms in to shield himself, while Y/N quickly jumped up with a squeal.

"Oh you are in for it now," Spencer chuckled, chasing after his giggling friend, who screamed every time he got close to catching them.

It took less than a minute for Spencer to corner his friend, and he smirked as he moved closer, wiggling his fingers. Y/N could not stop squeaking and giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"N-Nohothihihing!"

"Are you that eager for me to use these wiggling fingers on more of your ticklish spots?"

"Sh-Shuhush! Shushshushshuhuhush! Shuhut uhuhuhuuup!"

Spencer paused his hands right next to their sides, a squeal leaving their lips, before picking them up and slinging them over his shoulder as they shrieked. Y/N was giggling loudly and lightly kicking their legs. "Spehehencer!"

"Looks like the tickle monster caught you."

The absolute deadpan delivery of that statement made Y/N practically melt as they squirmed in his grasp. "Lehehet mehe goho!"

"You totally let me catch you," Spencer said with a grin.

"N-Nohot truhuhue!" Y/N squeaked, a high pitched screech leaving their mouth when their friend gently clawed at the back of their thigh. "SPEHENCEHEHER! Thahat ihihihisn't fahahahahahair!"

"Quite the contrary, Y/N. That sneaky poke to my sides you pulled, you did so hoping I'd retaliate more, didn't you?"

"M-Mahaybe?"

"Well, since you're being so cheeky about it, I'm totally gonna amp up the teasing." Spencer muttered playfully, moving Y/N from over his shoulder and into his arms bridal style so he could see their face. "Though I think that was your intention, wasn't it?"

"Noho!"

The coy, giggly smile on Y/N's face gave their true answer away immediately and Spencer couldn't help but grin as he set Y/N down on the couch and hovered over them.

"Do I need to analyze you? You know I will. I know I'm right. How ruthless of a ler do you really want me to be?"

"Y-Youhou suhuhuper gehehehehenius prohihofihileheher jeheheherk!"

"Judging by how much you're hurling insults right now, you definitely want me to be a ruthless ler. Within my standards of ruthless, of course."

Spencer was simultaneously the sweetest and most wicked ler ever. The combination of the softest tickles with the occasional squeeze to certain ticklish spots, his attentiveness and diligence about making sure Y/N was comfortable, and his perfected teases flustered Y/N beyond belief, but they loved every second of it. Every so often, Spencer became a scarier ler than usual, and it left butterflies in Y/N's stomach every time. He'd put on a dead serious face and amp up the teasing to nearly unbearable levels, all the while, never increasing the intensity of the actual tickling. Again, they loved every second of it.

Y/N shrieked when he wiggled his fingers and giggled nervously again, unable to help their sudden reaction of shielding their torso. When Spencer suddenly spidered his fingers on their thigh with the most gentle motion, their hands shot up to their mouth as they screamed with laughter.

"Tricked you~"

The giggly agent's laughter grew less intense and much softer when Spencer switched to slowly tracing gentle patterns on their abdomen.

"Hanging in there?" He asked, the concern visible in his eyes.

The giggly agent felt their heart melting over how sweet he was. Y/N nodded timidly, squeaking when he poked their navel.

"I seem to have found a giggle button, haven't I?"

"Nuh uhuhuh!"

He repeated the same action several times, making them shriek. "Oh this is definitely a giggle button~"

"Shuhut uhuhup!"

Despite their verbal response to his tease, Y/N felt warm and fuzzy from the endorphins already, their body language betraying them for the millionth time. When their friend rapidly but still gently as ever wiggled their fingers, they squealed loudly.

"You know what the tickle monster's craving right now?"

Y/N let out another squeak and shook their head, giggling nervously. Spencer smirked and leaned down slowly, and Y/N's eyes widened with realization. "D-Dohon't y-youhouhou d-dahare!" They squeaked out, before their back arched and they screamed with laughter at the sensation of a raspberry on their navel.

"Something tickling you?"

"Fuhuhuck youhouhou!" Y/N exclaimed, screeching when Spencer blew raspberries again. "Spehehenceheheher!"

"I think you might be the most ticklish person on the planet, Y/N."

"S-Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Y/N squeaked, squirming, stimming, and giggling uncontrollably.

"Am I flustering you~?"

"N-Noho!"

"I'm not? You're telling me that the heat that's now spread to your ears," Spencer paused to wiggle his fingers on Y/N's ears, eliciting even more squeaky giggles from them, "and the fact that you've barely looked at me, not even into my eyes, just at me, is from something completely unrelated to what I'm doing right now?"

"Shshshhh!"

"You know, your body language is completely betraying everything you've been saying. While I admit I encouraged your lee mood with the initial playful threat of tickling you senseless, I can't help but think you've been in a lee mood all day. Let me ask you this. Have you been in a lee mood all day?"

Y/N wanted to deny he was right but opted for squeaking and covering their face instead. Spencer asking the question at the end of his statement was nothing but a tease, since he already knew the answer.

"Come on, Y/N, don't hide that adorable face," Spencer insisted. "You're gonna miss your favorite tease~"

Another squeak left Y/N's lips and they slowly uncovered their face, giggling nervously when their friend slowly spider-walked his fingers up toward their ribs.

"I think they're gonna get you~"

"N-NOHOHOHOOOOO! Nohohot fahair! Thahahat's nohohot FAHAHAIR!"

The giggling agent had only ever once admitted that the sing-song voice teasing was actually their favorite and Spencer had never forgotten it.

"Uh oh~ They're getting closer~"

Y/N squeaks became very high pitched and they squirmed, instinctively shielding their ribs with their arms and stimming.

"That's not gonna stop me~"

"Shuhuhuhush!"

He expertly moved around Y/N's arm shield and gently attacked their ribs, their laughter leaving their mouth in the form of a loud cackle before reducing to high pitched giggles.

"What's so funny, Y/N?" Spencer teased. "What could possibly be making you squeal and giggle so much? Tell me. I haven't got a clue why you're laughing right now."

Y/N's face was burning from being so flustered and they hid behind their hands again, certain that any accidental eye contact with their friend at that point might just kill them.

"Come on, Y/N~ Tell me what's giving you the giggles."

"Fuhuck ohoffff!" Y/N squeaked.

"Given the predicament you're in, I don't think back talk is the wisest decision, Y/N."

Y/N began nervous giggling when Spencer lifted one of their legs and squealed when he spidered his fingers on the back of their thigh.

"Nonononohohoho! SPEHEHENCER!"

The sensation caused Y/N's laughter to come out in bursts of loud and high pitched squeaks followed by gasping and giggling.

"P-Plehehease!"

"I have a strong suspicion that I still haven't found all your worst spots yet. You gonna tell me where those are?"

"Nehehehever!"

"Suit yourself. I know how to find them~" Spencer sang, moving his wiggling fingers closer to the back of their knee.

"Nohohot gohohonnaha wohohork!" Y/N argued in a high pitched voice, before letting out short screams and snorting when Spencer spidered at the spot right above their knee with a knowing smirk.

"Seems like it's working~"

"Youhouhouhou ahabsolohuhute smahahartahahass!"

"You're awful bold for someone so flustered by a two syllable word, Y/n." Spencer released their leg before quickly and gently drilling his thumbs into their hips. Y/N shrieked with laughter, squirming from the sensation and almost too giggly to realize that after ten seconds, Spencer had paused his hands.

"You doing okay?"

"M-Mhm," Y/N giggled, catching their breath.

"Ready to admit it?"

"Nehever."

"Never? Are you implying I should just tickle you forever then?"

They squeaked when they saw him teasingly wiggling his fingers and giggled helplessly and timidly.

"I'll forever love that this gesture alone can make you giggle like that. You know, given just how much teasing and anticipation affects you...one of these days I'll do nothing but that and see just how much it tickles you."

Y/N would never admit that they thought that was a good idea, but Spencer could see the way Y/N's eyes lit up and he made a note to try it later.

"Thihihis ihihis MEHEHEAN!"

"Is it~ Do you really think it's mean? I know you're too flustered to answer that question truthfully, but you and I both know what your answer is."

He slowly wiggled his fingers toward certain spots to gauge Y/N's reaction, chuckling when they squirmed and avoided eye contact much more than they usually did, clearly growing much more flustered, which he hadn't thought possible. The moment his hand wrapped around Y/N's ankle, they couldn't help their nervous squeak.

"Oh? You're in trouble~" Spencer teased, catching their other ankle and wrapping an arm around them.

Y/N was hoping, albeit not very hopefully, and not really hoping at all, that the sensation wouldn't be as bad as they anticipated. It was way worse. They snorted, shrieking with laughter and trying to pull their feet away, though Spencer noticed they weren't even actually trying.

"SPEHEHEHENCEHEHER!"

"I'm barely moving my fingers and you're screeching," he noted with a laugh of his own.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Please what? Keep tickling you? Gladly~"

"THIHIS IHIS SOHOHOHO MEHEAAN!" Y/N whined.

"I think you need to work on being more convincing."

Spencer spidered his fingers and Y/N screeched, squirming and hiding their face, at that point having lost count of how many times they'd done so, but still making very little effort to actually free their ankles. A good few minutes passed before he let their ankles go. When he moved his hands to their sides again, he reached closer to their back and knew he'd found the death spot as soon as Y/N's eyes widened almost fearfully. The instant Spencer spidered his fingers, a very high screech left Y/N's mouth before they had covered it with their hands again.

"Those are the highest pitched giggles I have ever heard from you," Spencer teased, wiggling his fingers even faster.

"NONONONOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE!" Y/N cried, tears of mirth forming in their eyes from laughing so hard.

"You seem really giggly, Y/N. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"

"Youhou're suhuch ahaha fuhuhucking jeheheherrrk!"

"Insults again? Don't make me sing the word while tickling every weak spot I've discovered so far," Spencer warned playfully, pausing his fingers to let Y/N catch their breath. "You know I'll increase the teasing tenfold. Last chance. Admit it."

Y/N had never had such intense stomach butterflies in their life. Their eyes widened, but they didn't back down. In truth, they were hoping he would do exactly what he warned he might do, and he knew full well what Y/N's answer was going to be.

"No way in hell," they whispered. Spencer chuckled and Y/N swore they could see an evil glint in his eyes.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, before leaning closer with a deadpan expression. "This is gonna tickle so badly."

The next five minutes consisted of Y/N screaming with laughter as Spencer showed no mercy with his playful attack, all the while singing and saying the dreaded word as many times as he could along with other methods of teasing. The worst (best) part about it? All of those five minutes consisted of tickling that never got more intense or rough than wiggling fingers and gentle clawing.

"Aw~ What's the matter~?" Spencer cooed. "Is this tickling you~?"

Tears were streaming down Y/N's face from laughing so hard and for a moment Spencer was worried, until Y/N briefly looked up and he could see the joy in their face, despite how flustered he knew they were. He sang the word a few more times and Y/N shrieked. The moment he spidered his fingers on the side of Y/N's knee, Y/N screamed.

"Woah! What's got you screaming like that~? Are you ticklish~?"

"S-SPEHEHENCER!" Y/N cried, muffling another screech with their hand before weakly grabbing at Spencer's wrists. "P-PLEHEASE. IHIHI CAHAN'T! IHIHIHI'M G-GOHOHONNAHAHAHA DIHIHIHIEEE!"

"All because I keep using the word 'tickle?'"

Y/N whined through their laughter, too flustered to do much else besides laugh uncontrollably. Their giggles grew hiccupy and higher pitched.

"Who knew one little word would make you this shy," Spencer teased, catching one of their ankles in his hand again and spidering his fingers over the intended spot. "There's that adorable snort."

"SPEHEHEHEHENCER!"

"Do you believe me about your rambles being charming and your stimming being nothing to be ashamed of now, or am I gonna have to tickle you all night?"

"YEHEHEHEHES!"

"Yes what? Tickle you all night~?"

"YOUHOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT IHIHI MEHEHEHEHEANT!" Y/N squeaked, hiding their face in their hands before screeching and weakly trying to tug their foot away. "YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHI BEHEHELIEVE YOUHOUHOU!"

"Do you really? Are you just saying that because this tickles too much? Is the teasing too much to handle~?"

"BOHOHOTH! BUHUHUHUT I-IHIHI REHEHEALLY DOHOHO! IHIHI DOHOHO IHIHIHI PROHOHIMIHIHISE!"

"Are you just telling me what I want to hear?" Spencer questioned teasingly, slowing his playful attack to one finger, grinning when despite that, Y/N's laughter remained loud and squeaky.

"NOHOHO! IHI PROHOMIHIHISE IHIHI'M NOHOHOT! IHIHI REHEHEHEALLY MEHEAN IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI GIHIHIVE! IHI GIHIHIHIIIIVE! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Spencer paused his tickling, grinning as Y/N kept giggling even when trying to catch their breath, the residual sensations keeping them in a very giggly state. He didn't let Y/N's ankle go just yet.

"Admit your rambles are charming then."

"I-IhIhI...IhI hahahave toho s-sahahay ihihit!?" Y/N questioned. It only took Spencer wiggling his fingers in the air to make Y/N shriek and give in.

"OHOHOKAY! IHIHI AHAHDMIHIT IHIT!"

"Say it word for word, please," Spencer encouraged.

"Gihihive mehehe...ahaha sehecond..." Y/N breathed, still giggling as they shielded their torso. "M-Myhyhy... rahambles... a-are chaharming... My rambles are charming..."

"And...?" Their friend was smiling brightly as he awaited the next statement.

"Myhy s-stihimming... ihihis nohothing to be ahashamed of...

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Spencer reaffirmed with a smile. "Don't you forget it."

Y/N squeaked and giggled when he reached forward, their nerves anticipating more tickling. They were still giggling as he gently wiped the tears of laughter from their face, their heart feeling warm and their brain feeling happy from all of the endorphins. When they looked up at him, they felt even more shy. His hair was even messier and he was grinning. Wow, he was cute. They partially hid behind their hands in response.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Y/N nodded, too flustered to say answer with words. They hadn't been able to stop giggling either. Spencer sat back and gently held out his hand, and Y/N took hold of it.

"Promise you mean it? You're okay?"

"IhIhI promise..."

"You really promise?" He questioned, teasingly wiggling his fingers.

"YEHES! Yehehes! IhI prohomise!" Y/N squealed. "I-IhIhI promise I mean it."

Spencer grinned, before helping them up and wrapping his arms around their waist, chuckling when Y/N squeaked and shielded their sides, still anticipating another playful attack.

"W-Wahait! IhIhI prohomihised!"

"I know you did. It's okay, Y/N. I'm done. I promise," he assured them, gently rubbing their back as they giggled. "No more tickling. Not right now anyway. Here, lean on me, I got you."

Y/N did just that, hiding their face in his shirt and closing their eyes for a few seconds, still giggling quietly as he gently moved their legs to rest over his.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Mhm."

"You're really sure? I was worried I went overboard."

"I'm reheally sure," Y/N promised. "IhI'm juhust gihihihiggly ahand aha little BIHIT h-hyhypehersehensitive..."

"Sohorry. Wait- A little bit?"

"Aha lohohot..." Y/N had squealed mid sentence when Spencer's fingers brushed near their side on accident.

"You're adorable," he chuckled. "Are you in pain at all?"

"Noho pain."

"Promise? No soreness or aching from all that laughing?

"Prohomise," Y/N giggled. "I have all the endorphins I need."

"Good. If you start feeling sore, let me know and I'll grab the heating pad, okay?"

"O-Okay. Thank you, Spencer."

Spencer reached for Y/N's water and offered it to them, and they graciously took it from him. "Thank you."

After they'd taken several sips, they set it back down and hugged him again. "You give the best hugs," Y/N said timidly, giggling when Spencer hugged them tighter.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I am."

"I'm glad," Spencer said, gently moving Y/N back ever so slightly to look at them. "I mean it, you know. Your stimming is nothing to be ashamed of and I will always remind you of that. Your infodumps and rambling really are charming. And, seeing you get so excited about something you're telling me about... it's adorable. O-Of course, it's not the only adorable thing about you... there's... there's a lot."

"R-Really?"

"Y-Yeah," Spencer admitted, taking a breath to calm his nerves. "I really like spending time with you."

"I like spending time with y-you too," Y/N said timidly. The shy agent felt butterflies in their stomach again, but they looked up into Spencer's eyes.

"I like it a lot..." They added. "Thank you for being part of my life, Spencer."

"Thank you for being part of my life too, Y/N," Spencer said with a warm smile. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"Neither am I," Y/N whispered, feeling their breath hitch a bit when they realized how close their faces were. They both knew that their line of work meant those words were not a guarantee, but they would do everything to make them so.

Y/N briefly looked up at him once more, and Spencer smiled. They couldn't help but grin, happy stimming with their hands. When a vocal stim started up, they initially covered their mouth with embarrassment, but Spencer gently took hold of their hand.

"You don't ever need to feel embarrassed about your stimming," he reminded them in a soft voice. "It's a wonderful thing."

Another vocal stim came on and Y/N couldn't help but grin the second time around.

"You make me happy stim, Spence," they whispered. "A whole lot... You've made me feel so safe, and comfortable, and each time we hang out I feel more okay with unmasking."

Spencer grinned when Y/N hugged him, burying their face in his shirt and feeling their heart flutter when he returned the hug and pressed a kiss to the top of their head.

"I'm overjoyed that you're feeling more comfortable unmasking, Y/N," he said. "Don't ever feel ashamed of doing so. I'm proud of you."

Y/N happy stimmed again and couldn't help but giggle, and giggled even more when Spencer giggled as well.

"Movie time?"

"Mhm," Y/N's muffled answer made Spencer grin.

"Feeling shy?"

"Mhm..."

Spencer chuckled and reached for the remote, pressing play before looking down at Y/N and holding them even closer, causing the butterflies in their stomach to return. Despite the initial surprise, Y/N rested their head in the crook of his neck.

"I didn't tire you out too much, did I, Y/N?"

"You think I'd ever be too tired for Rocky Horror Picture show?"

"Fair enough," Spencer laughed.

"Spencer?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you, f-for... well, you know... I-I really needed that..."

"Of course, Y/N. You know I'd never miss an opportunity to get a giggle out of you."

A gentle poke to their back made them squeak and giggle quietly. "Spehencer!"

"I'll have to test this spot a little next time I sleep over."

"Nehext time?" Y/N questioned in a quiet voice, unable to keep the corners of their mouth from turning upward.

Spencer chuckled as he heard and saw the optimism radiating from them, and nodded. Y/N couldn't stop their giggle and averted their eyes back to the movie.

"We're gonna be seeing more of each other now that we're friends, aren't we?" The genius grinned, optimism of his own shining in his eyes.

"I'd like that..."

"Are you opposed to a trip to the library this weekend? Maybe we can stop by the museum?"

"I would love that, Spencer."

"And, Y/N, about next time..." Y/N waited in anticipation for his statement.

"It'll definitely be much sooner than you think," he whispered in their ear, grinning when they squeaked.

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

"OH! Look! Here we go! Here we go here we go!" Y/N began stimming with joy as their eyes illuminated from the light of the television. Spencer laughed happily, feeling over the moon that his friend had let the mask slip entirely, and in that instance, without any fear at all.

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I fluster myself to the high heavens whenever I write teases in these fics- Hope y'all enjoyed this one. I can totally see Spencer being a ler who gets RUTHLESS with the teasing, but stays soft with the t-words, and that concept kills meeeeee.

To all of my fellow neurodivergent individuals, I hope you all have lots of moments every day, where you feel completely safe and okay to unmask. Safe and okay to stim, infodump, engage in your hyperfixations and special interests, everything!!! I know how exhausting it feels to mask for so long, and you deserve to feel comfortable, safe, and free of judgement. Take care ♥️ Until the next fic (lowkey I have another one in the drafts that can totally fit in this saga)

[angelatmidnight1]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

A/N: I've had a stressful couple of weeks and wanted to write a quick story with ler!Astarion and lee!reader. This was inspired by one of the helping lines he has where he says "you look good helpless". @tickly-deer-boy here is a quick Astarion fic!

Summary- Tav is stuck, and Astarion comes to get them out of trouble. He had no idea that they were ticklish…and gods, is it entertaining. 

Paring- Astarion x Tav (platonic).

Word Count- 1.8k.

Warnings- None. But please note this is a tickle fic!

Tav grunted in frustration as they tried to wriggle free from the narrow space between the crates. Their movements only caused them to get more wedged in the spot. They were reaching forward, straining to reach Lae’zel’s outstretched hand, only to just be out of her reach. 

“K’chaki. I told you to go around.” Lae’zel grumbled in exasperation. She withdrew her hand. “We waste precious time while you struggle. At any moment, we could become ghaik.” 

“I know that,” Tav groaned and tried to launch themselves forward. They barely moved an inch, and now their waist was fully stuck between the crates. “It’s almost like you’ve been saying the same thing since we crashed! If you’d shut up and give me your hand, I’d be out of here already.”

“You cannot reach my hand,” Lae’zel pointed out as if it was as obvious as day. “And I have no time to wait and make up for your shortcomings. Had I known you would slow me down, I would have left you to your fate on the nautolid.” 

“And you would have no astral prism. You’d turn into a mindflayer before me,” Tav grunted and decided to change tactics, twisting their hips to try and dislodge themselves. It didn’t work. Lae’zel checked her pack, believing she’d been the one carrying it, only for Tav to give a mocking sneer. “Honestly, it’d be an improvement. You wouldn’t be talking so much if you had a mouth full of tentacles.”

Lae’zel scowled. She took a step forward, hand on the hilt of her sword. “You think it’s wise to provoke me in your position?”

Before you could challenge her, Astarion’s silky voice sounded from somewhere behind you. “Now now, darlings. Let’s not turn our blades on each other. We’ve so many enemies we could stab instead..”

Tav heard the sound of his shoes crunching over gravel as he approached them. The sound stopped when he froze, taking in the scene of the trapped leader in front of him. “Oh. Oh dear. Someone’s gotten themselves in a spot of trouble, hm?”

Tav didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking. They bristled, and they would’ve turned to leer at them if they hadn’t been pinned at the waist. “Hilarious, Astarion. Truly. How about doing something useful and helping me?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “My, so touchy. I’m almost tempted to leave you there. Who knows what a less friendly adventurer would do if they found you?”

“You wouldn’t,” Tav retorted. “You’d miss me too much. Who else would wake up day after day to tell you how handsome you are?” 

“Cheeky,” Astarion smirked. “Still, I’m not convinced to help you. If only there was a word you could say that would make me reconsider. Something like, oh, I don’t know…please?”

“To hells with that,” Tav palmed the sides of the crates and pushed at them. Besides the occasional, minuscule move, they remained right where they were. Their face contorted with exertion, and they heard Astarion snickering behind them. 

“That’s four words, and I'm not looking for any of them.” Astarion stepped closer and leaned against the crates. “But by all means, keep squirming. You look good helpless…”

The heat rose to their cheeks, or maybe that was from all of their struggling? Tav wasn’t sure. They gave up on pushing the crates and twisting their body to and fro. Then, exhaling through their nose, they grumbled, “Fine. Please help me, Astarion. There, happy?”

“Your groveling skills need work,” he snorted. “But it would be cruel for me to expect a grand performance in your state. So of course, my dear, I’ll help you.” Astarion moved behind them, hands outstretching to rest on their sides. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and he rotated them to determine the best angle to pull them from. The light touches sent shivers up their spine, though he didn’t seem to notice. If anything, Tav would’ve chalked it up to the cold. Astarion moved his hands higher, now resting just below their rib cage. His fingers slid along their skin, looking for gods know what, and they jolted.

“What are you doing?” Tav cried incredulously. Lucky for them, he couldn’t see the grin tugging at the corner of their lips.  Lae’zel had already stormed off, leaving the two of them alone. 

“Helping you. Obviously.” Astarion rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold, returning to their sides. This time, he was squeezing them in an attempt to get a better grip. “And I’d have an easier time if you would hold still.” 

Tav choked on a giggle. They did the opposite of what he said and fidgeted some more. Suddenly, the impossible feat of getting themselves out on their own didn’t sound all that impossible. “Forget it, Astarion. I’ll d-do it myself..”

“Nonsense. Stop squirming, and I’ll pull you out.” 

“No, but-” 

Astarion’s fingers ghosted over their stomach, and they squeaked. He froze, and Tav felt their heart do somersaults in their chest. 

“What is the matter with you?” Astarion took his hands away from their belly, fingers resting just above their hips. The confusion was as clear as day in his voice. “You’re acting as if I’m hurting you.”

Tav remained quiet. They feared that they’d end up giggling if they spoke. 

“Tav? Am I hurting you?”

“...No.” Tav hesitated, shaking their head. They wracked their mind for a plausible explanation. “It’s just, uh, your hands. They’re cold.”

“Cold enough to feel through your clothing?” Astarion raised a brow, tone flat. “Odd. You haven’t told me that before..”

Tav didn’t even believe the tale they’d spun. “W-Well, they’re just that c—ah!” Tav squealed when he lightly pinched their hip. “Don’t do that!”

They went to smack at his hand, but hit one of the crates instead. Although they couldn’t see it, Astarion’s eyes brightened with mischief. 

“Oh, now I understand…” Astarion grinned a predatory grin, rolling his knuckles against their hip. Tav squirmed, biting down on their lip to trap the impending giggles. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Noho!” The word alone sent butterflies in their stomach. They brought one of their hands up to their mouth, their other hand uselessly hitting the top of the crates. “Damn it Astarion, just pull me ouhuhut!”

“I’m trying, Tav, but you’re not making this easy for me.” Astarion shuffled closer to them, now using his thumbs to deliberately knead into their hips. Tav gasped and giggled into their hand, feet stomping into the dirt. “It’s impossible to get a good grip with you kicking around like this..”

“You’re nohoht trying!” Tav argued, bucking their hips as Astarion kept kneading into them. The ticklish sensations surged through them like electric shocks, and it was harder to suppress their frantic giggling. “Gah! S-Shihihit! When I get out of hehehehre, you’re dehehehad!”

“I’m already dead,” Astarion snorted. “But do tell me, what is so funny? Surely I am not tickling you?”

Tav growled in between their giggles. They giggled harder when he changed tactics and squeezed their hips again, again, and again. Both hands flew to their mouth to muffle their squeals. 

“Darling,” Astarion purred, “I need an answer.” 

“Gohoho to hehehell!” The dam broke, and Tav giggled freely. They twisted and bucked as much as their trapped position allowed, clawing at the crates. “Stohohohp it!”

“Stop what?” Astarion feigned confusion, nails skittering along their waistline. “I’m only trying to help, just as you asked! You’re stuck in here good, I’m afraid.”

“Nohoho! I’ll f-freehehee myself!” Tav sputtered as he dragged his nails up their belly. They shouted and shook their head back and forth, laughing loudly. “Let gOHOHOhahaha!”

“I can’t do that, dear. That would make me a terrible friend,” Astarion tutted. He stopped scritching at their belly, teasing their sides with featherlight strokes. “And, while I’m on the topic, do you know what else sours a friendship?”

Tav’s laughter died down to short, breathless giggles. Their cheeks were well beyond flushed, and they fidgeted in anticipation. “I—hah—don’t know... what?”

“Lying,” Astarion grinned and gently pinched just beneath their rib cage. Tav squealed and bucked. “For instance, pretending not to be delightfully ticklish when you very clearly are.”

Tav’s eyes widened, panic flashing across their face. “I’m—I'm nohot—”

“Ah-ah, there it is again.” Astarion double downed on his efforts, kneading one of his thumbs into the side of their belly. Tav shrieked and kicked their legs uselessly, falling back into another laughing fit. “You are an insolent little pup, aren’t you? Lying is one thing, but lying to a friend? Lying to me?” 

As if they weren’t already stuck enough, Astarion wrapped his free arm around their waist, making it much harder to squirm or kick. He continued tickling their stomach, alternating between gently scratching along their skin with his nails and kneading with his thumb. He moved at a leisurely pace, as if he had all the time in the world. And, truth be told, he did. Tav’s laughter took on a more desperate note, and they threw their head back. 

“NAHAHA! Alright! Okay! I’m sohohohorry!” Tav shouted and pounded their fist against the damned crates. They doubled over, or at least made an effort to, and squealed with laughter. “I’m sohohohohrry!”

“So you are,” he hummed. “And yet, I’m not fully convinced. You’ve already lied to me once. Who’s to say you aren’t doing it again?” He dropped to his knees, lazily raking his nails down the backs of their thighs. Tav shrieked and kicked around even more. 

“I’m nOHOHOHohohot! I’m not!!” Tav grit their teeth and giggled madly. They tried to lift their legs out of his reach, but he chased after them with minimal effort. “PLehehehehease! I’m nohoht lying!”

Astarion laughed. “You learn fast. It’s still a no, though. I’m just gutted that you would lie to me.” He pretended to sound sad while he spidered his nails along the backs of their knees. Tav howled, curling in on themselves as much as possible. “After all of the time we spent together! After I offered to help you..” 

Tav cackled when one of Astarion’s hands snuck back up to prod at their belly. He swirled his pointer finger in random patterns, scritching just shy of their hip bones, around their navel, and ending at their lowermost ribs. He did the same thing in reverse, eventually settling back on the ground to squeeze and tickle their knees and thighs. His fearless leader was a puddle of squeals and giggles, and that’s one crime he was happy to be guilty of. 

“I CAHAHAHN’T!” Tav went back to pounding their fists against the crates, eyes shining with tears. “Astarion, plehehehehehease!”

After what felt like forever, Astarion stopped tickling them. He gripped their hips and, with one firm pull, dislodged them from their trap. They fell back into him, and he held them up, still by their hips. “There you are, you’re free!” he snickered. “You’re welcome.”

Tav exhaled, shutting their eyes. They were coming down from the ticklish sensations, chest rising and falling from each breath they took. They were still smiling a bit, so what they said next had very little bite. “Bastard.”

“Careful,” Astarion tapped his fingers against their hips, and Tav lurched forward. “We wouldn’t want this little secret to slip to any of our friends, hm?” 

[valiantphantomangel]

Hello!!!

Do you think you could do Elijah Mikaelson x TeenNiece!Reader where she’s so caught up in the responsibility of what’s going on, supernatural stuff or whatever and he wants his niece to relax and be a kid again and he finds out she’s still ticklish like when she was a kid?

A/n: I hope you like it!! The only small change I made was that he already knew she was ticklish so he's an experienced tickler 😏

Your Hope's older sister, which was great most of the time. But times like this were really stressful, the constant worry about keeping her and your family safe from the witches had you up deep in the night to find spells in your grandmother's grimoire.

Yeah that's right, you were half vampire half witch which came with enough difficulty and responsibility as it is.

So long story short, you were completely burned out.

But your family's enemies didn't sit still so neither would you.

It was the third time this week that light casted under your bedroom door deep in the night as the sun began to come up, your head bowed over the grimoire as you muttered to yourself what spells were useful.

"Y/N darling, why are you still up?" Elijah's voice came from the door since it was open.

"Trying to find the right spells"

"Love you need to take better care of yourself" Elijah said with a sigh as he walked in still in his suit.

He grabbed the grimoire and put it on your night stand, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you.

"But you're still up too!" You exclaimed as you looked at him with bags under your eyes.

"Yes for one time, because Niklaus and I had to deal with some rogue witches" he said with a pointed look as you tried to grab the grimoire again.

"But I need to find something to help" you grumble as you fell backwards onto your bed.

"Don't think that i forgot your weakness Y/N" he said with a playful stern expression "Don't make me tickle you to surrender"

That made you hold for a second, you knew your uncle was very well aware of what your weak spots were having found them himself when you weren't listening. But then again...

"Bring it on old man" you said with a grin

You could use a break.

Elijah of course saw that too and sped over to your side as you tried to get up, pushing you down and sitting on your thighs.

"Old man? You need to learn to respect your elders young lady" he scolded as he pulled your arms over your head and immediately went for your tummy.

"Respect is earned, not givinHEHEHEH" you squealed mid sentence as he rapidly squeezed your side.

"When then I guess I'll have to earn it" he sighed as if he was sad but his smile gave him away.

Elijah let go of your wrists and attacked your tummy with pokes and squeezes, randomly switching to ghost tickling your ribs over your shirt which made it so much worse.

"ELIJAHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed through your laughter as you fought against his hands "GHAHAHHAHA".

"Yes that's my name" he said nonchalant as he leaned forward and blew a raspberry onto your tummy, letting his other hand slip under back and tickle your back ribs.

"MERCYHHEHEHEHHEH!!"

"I don't know... Your laugh is pretty adorable and you seem to enjoy it, since you haven't asked me to stop yet" he mused with a smirk.

This continued for a couple of minutes with your (fake) pleases for mercy before footsteps came up the stairs and Klaus appeared in the doorway.

"I think my daughter does need to breath eventually Elijah" your father chuckled as he saw your appearance, hair completely ruffled from all the squirming, red cheeks and a giant smile.

"I do believe your right" Elijah said with a laugh as he got off of you. Letting you breath before pulling the blankets over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, your father giving you a kiss on the forehead as well.

"Now go to sleep or so help me god young lady, me AND Elijah will come back here and this time you won't have the same mercy" Klaus warned with a smirk.

"Aye aye Sir" you grinned before turning onto your side.

"Good, goodnight sweetheart" he said before he and Elijah stepped out of the room and closed the door.

And maybe, just maybe you'll dare it again...

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - Playing Around

A/N: An anonymous requested this a while ago and I’m finally happy it’s done 😮‍💨

Summary: You love being tickled by Hawks but the problem is your too shy to ask him so you came up with a cute way to get his attention

Ler: Hawks

Lee: Reader

Words: 908

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Hawks was working on his laptop out in the living room while you were in the bedroom, lying on the bed like a starfish. You were bored, but your lee mood was beginning to frustrate you. You wanted Hawks to tickle you, but you have no way of knowing how to get his attention. Plus, you didn’t want to interrupt whatever he was doing.

‘Maybe he could use a break, right? I guess it wouldn’t hurt.’ You thought. You sighed and grabbed your phone, shooting him a quick text.

Me: Hey baby, could you come in the bedroom for a sec, please?

Hawks had his laptop on his lap, trying to look through some work and his phone off to the side of his thigh. His phone lit up and dinged with a text. He grabbed his phone and looked at your message.

Hawks: Sure, love bird. I’ll be right there.

After he sent a reply, he took his laptop off his lap and placed it on the coffee table. He got up from the couch and started walking toward the bedroom.

“Did you need help with something?” Hawks asked after he entered the bedroom, but it turns out you were nowhere to be found. He did notice a strange lump underneath the sheets. He smirked and slowly made his way toward the bed.

“Where could Y/N be? I could have sworn that I had left them right here on this bed. Where would they go?” Hawks teased, and you tried your hardest not to laugh.

“Hold on a sec. There’s a big ole bump in the middle of the bed. Hmm, I wonder,” He gave the “bump” a poke. You twitched slightly and squealed in your hands as Hawks unintentionally poked your side.

“Huh, the bump moved. What if I poke again?” He poked your side again, getting the same reaction. “Aha! I knew it! Y/N, you’re so silly!”

Hawks laughed as he pulled the sheets off of you. “Hey! I found you!” He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face.

“What are you doing under the sheets, silly?” He asked with a smirk. You could feel your face heat up as you tried to explain yourself. “I was just trying to hide,” You replied, avoiding his gaze. “Well, it didn’t work, so I guess now you have to face the consequences,” Hawks said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “What consequences?” You asked warily. “A tickle attack, of course!” He declared, wiggling his fingers.

You squealed loudly as he flopped himself on top of you and kneaded your sides. You shrieked and squirmed, trying to get away. But his fingers were relentless, finding every sensitive spot on your body and sending you into a fit of laughter. You tried to dodge him, but he managed to grab hold of you, and his fingers kept moving up and down your sides, hitting all your most ticklish spots.

“Hahahahahahahawks! No, no, nohohohoho!” You exclaimed between fits of laughter. Hawks smiled, amused by your reaction. “What’s wrong, my turtledove?” He teased. “It tickles!” You replied, still giggling. "It does? Hmm, if I remember correctly, it's exactly what you wanted," he said, continuing to tickle your sides and enjoying watching you squirm.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” “Oh wait, I have an idea!” Hawks smiled as he sat up and pulled you onto his lap, and grabbed hold of your arms. “Ladies and gentlemen, I will now play for you, Rondo Alla Turca!” He cleared his throat and raised his other free hand over your belly. You squealed and wiggled from anticipation.

Then he started to sing Mozart’s song while letting his fingers play your stomach as a piano, sending you into a laughing frenzy. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahawks! It tihihihickles! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

You squirmed and giggled, trying to free yourself from his grip, but he held you tightly. “Well, I can’t have you getting away now, can I?” Hawks said in a playful tone. “Stohohohohop!”

“What else can I do? Hmm, oh, I know.” Hawks immediately stopped tickling you and made beeping noises. “Beep boop boop beep, recalculating, brr, brr, brr, new introductions, blow raspberries on Y/N’s tummy!”

Your eyes widened, and you crawled as quickly as you could to get away, but Hawks pulled you by your ankles. “Oh no, you don't!” Hawks said with a playful grin, lifting your shirt up and blowing a few raspberries.

You shrieked loudly as he blew one huge raspberry and nuzzled his face side to side; his faint stubble made the tickling sensation worse.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO THAHAHAHAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

"Come on, Y/N, you can take it," Hawks teased and blew on your belly again. You used whatever strength you had left and tried to push his shoulders away. “EEEEEE! GET AWAYEHEHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Hang on; I’m not done yet!” Hawks took another breath, and before he could deliver another raspberry, you tried to stop him. “No, no, no! No blowing raspberrieEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He stopped after two raspberries, and you just lay there, exhausted from laughing. “That was fun,” Hawks said with a satisfied smile. “I guess, if trying not to die,” You replied, smiling back at him.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you up just to put you in a hug. “You thought you could hide from me, huh? I can always find you.” He joked and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You scrunched your shoulders and giggled. “Stohohohop! Ehehehehehehehe!”

[writingfics-passingtime]

Gentle

pairing: Loki x female reader

synopsis: You don't think you're ticklish. Loki offers to prove you wrong.

word count: ~3500

warnings: lots of swearing, sexual tension, suggestive jokes and innuendo, possessive!Loki, minor violence (training sparring)

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a sexually-charged relationship between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: This fic is for all the people who aren't affected by rough and tumble tickling. Who know that gentle can still be ruthless. I see you.

Sam was grounded.

So while he was strong, fast, and stubborn, he didn't have his wings. No aerial advantage.

And you were sharper. You moved with practiced ease, letting him tire himself out as he swung and lunged across the sunken sparring pit, meeting his strikes with sidesteps, well-placed counters, and a smirk you hoped was infuriating.

He went for your ribs.

You caught his wrist. Twisted. Used that leverage to hook your legs around him, then used his thrown balance to send him down.

His back hit the mat with a solid thud.

For a moment, he just blinked up at you, winded and momentarily stunned.

You grinned, settling your weight on top of him, knee digging into his ribs just hard enough to remind him who the boss was. "Tell me," you mused, "who did you say was getting their ass handed to them today?"

Sam huffed, mouth pursing into something half-annoyed, half-amused. "Yeah, screw you."

You arched a brow. "Not much of an apology."

His jaw tensed, eyes narrowing. A second’s hesitation. You pounced.

Your fingers slipped under his ribs, pressing just enough-

"Shit!"

Your smirk quickly became a grin.

A choked laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it. He bucked violently, twisting beneath you as laughter tore through him like he’d been struck by lightning.

Your hand followed wherever he turned. "Something wrong, Wilson?"

"You demon-" He twisted again, finally using sheer force to throw you off. You hit the mat with a sharp roll over your shoulder, coming up to your feet in a fluid motion, laughing as he swore under his breath, breathless.

You two weren't the only ones laughing.

Thor chuckled, amused. Bucky smirked, arms crossed. Steve shook his head, exasperated. And Loki...

Loki was watching you like a cat watching a caged bird.

He tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips lifting in a slow, knowing smirk. "That," he said, "seems like an extraordinarily reckless tactic to introduce."

You dusted your hands off. "How so?"

Loki’s smirk widened. He took the bait. "Because every person in this room is stronger than you. And now you’ve gone and planted a very particular idea in their minds."

His gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. You crossed your arms, lifting that same brow in challenge. Giving him space to continue monologuing.

"I mean, really," he mused in a silken voice, "do you truly want to tempt fate by giving them the notion to simply hold you down and take their revenge?"

The air shifted, and you held back your confident smirk, just to play with him a bit. "They're welcome to try."

Bucky stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "It's futile." He shot you a begrudging look. "We learned a long time ago - she’s not ticklish."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and it’s annoying as hell. Not many ways to get her back for all that sass."

You shot him a sly smile.

Loki made a sound in his throat - amused, unimpressed. "You’re wrong."

Your eyes slid back to him, fixing him with a look. "Wrong? I'm not ticklish, Loki."

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, you are.”

Tense silence fell upon the room as the others turned to Loki, confused, silently hoping.

The moment stretched, electric.

Smirking eye contact, the crackle of something just shy of violent, just shy of something else.

You squinted. "I'm not lying. I've never been ticklish. Ask anyone in here."

“Hmm, I'm sure they have tried with their clumsy mortal hands,” he murmured, voice low, rich, laced with wicked amusement. “I, however..." His smirk grew downright devious. "I could take you apart without breaking a sweat.”

Your stomach did something sharp and treacherous. The heat in your face spread down your neck before you could help it.

Sam snorted. “Oh my god.”

Bucky shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly regretting his life choices.

You, however, refused to flinch.

“Yeah, right.”

Loki chuckled, slow and dark.

“I’ll gladly prove it,” he insisted, voice a lazy taunt, “as soon as you’re not afraid to submit to it."

The words pushed like a slow blade between your ribs. The challenge, goading you to agree to being pinned and tested, for him to catalogue your responses. It’s not like he was going to succeed in tickling you, but submit?

No way in hell.

Your mouth parted in a scoff, heat flushing your neck, your cheeks, something sharp already forming on your tongue-

“Okay, this,” Sam interrupted, pointing one hand at each of you, “is the one of most sexual things I’ve ever seen in my life, and I once walked in on Thor oiling himself up for battle.”

You lunged.

Sam yelped, dodging back, but before you could reach him, a familiar arm hooked around your waist, effortlessly hauling you back onto the mat.

Bucky didn’t even flinch. “Easy, killer."

Loki chuckled, low and pleased, as you pushed Bucky's arm away.

“I do so enjoy this part,” the god mused.

You exhaled sharply, still flushed, still coiled tight with something restless and unsatisfied. You took the bait. “What part?”

His gaze flicked to yours, amused, knowing. “The part where you pretend to be annoyed.”

The others snorted.

Your mouth opened, but before you could fire back, Loki winked, turned, and made to leave.

Something in you rebelled.

“Hey!" You called after him. "Come put your money where your mouth is, Your Highness."

Loki stopped.

He exhaled a low, dark chuckle, then, slowly, began rolling up the sleeves of his tunic, baring forearms lined with lean, deceptive strength.

“I didn't think,” he murmured, “you'd want an audience for what’s about to transpire.”

Sam made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this weird foreplay.”

Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

"Of course I want an audience," you hummed, ignoring the riffraff. "I want them all to witness you making a fool of yourself." You stepped back onto the mat, uncrossing your arms, opening your stance. "But I’m not submitting. If you want me at your mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”

Loki turned back, and - lazily, deliberately, with a smirk that was pure sin - prowled toward you. “Very well,” he purred with a tilt of his head. “Let’s play.”

But the moment his feet hit the mat, you got the sinking feeling that you'd just walked into a trap.

You’d never sparred with Loki before. Hell, you’d never even seen him fight outside of an actual battlefield, where his chaos and skill blurred the line between strategy and sheer fucking audacity.

But now, circling each other under the dim gym lights, with him as your adversary, you saw raw, precise power coiled beneath his deliberate movements, waiting to unravel.

His stance was fluid, deceptively relaxed. Beautiful, cocky bastard. Every shift of his weight, every flicker of his gaze, calculated. You could tell he was watching you, reading you, in a way that made heat lick at the base of your spine. And deep in your belly.

So you lunged first.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged, slipping around your advance like a fast-flowing stream through your fingers, barely exerting any effort. Your body twisted, adjusting on instinct, throwing your weight into a feint before coming back around, aiming for his side.

But again, he was faster.

Loki flowed around your strike like water, his arm shooting out with lightning precision. You barely registered the movement before his palm landed solidly against your ribs - not with brute force, but a firm, pointed push, sending you stumbling off balance.

You caught yourself, breath coming sharp through your nose. He stood there, utterly at ease, watching you with a glint of amusement.

Smug, infuriatingly hot, cocky bastard.

You exhaled. Steady.

Regrouping, you moved again, but this time, you were smarter - testing- feeling out the way he reacted. The next time he dodged, you anticipated it, twisting mid-motion and using his own momentum against him, catching his arm and yanking.

It almost worked.

The instant you felt his weight shift, you knew - he’d let you do that.

You barely had time to react before he countered, twisting with impossible grace, his body moving like an under-sea shadow. You felt it before you saw it.

His hands on you.

Turning.

Your feet ripped out from under you.

The mat met your chest with a harsh thud, your breath shooting out of your lungs in a rush.

Your wrists flexed, instinctively pushing to lift yourself up - except one of them wasn’t moving. Something heavy and warm pressed you down.

Your pulse jumped.

Loki was above you, his thighs caging your hips, one hand securing your wrist above your head. Your left side was left exposed, vulnerable. You snuck a glance at the rest of the team - on your... right - he chose to test the side they couldn't see. Why?

There were more important matters to tend to.

You struggled, but his grip was like iron, pressing your wrist into the mat, keeping your body still beneath his. The sheer weight of him was suffocating, and intoxicating, his lean muscle like warm steel.

The sound of your panting filled the space between you as you used your free hand to push against his knee, against the mat, to try and pry his hand off your wrist.

Nothing budged. Nothing. Especially not you.

So, finally, you gave up the fight, relaxing underneath him, letting your forehead fall to the mat as the others chuckled on the sidelines.

A low, satisfied, hum rumbled from his chest.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the way the heat from his body seemed to sink into yours. “Yeah, whatever. You're a thousand-year-old god, of course you're gonna win."

Loki chuckled. And that sound - deep, smug, thoroughly entertained - was infuriating.

You scoffed, and gave a snarky chuckle, lazing your head to the side, not the slightest bit concerned. "Well, go on. Do what you need to do. All of these guys have tried, failed, and reaped the embarrassment of prodding my stomach while I stare them down. Your turn."

"My turn," he repeated in a low, heat, murmur that made your neck prickle. "They’ve all tried, have they?"

His eyes flicked toward the others - Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor - still watching with rapt attention.

"I'm guessing they wrestled you, pinned you," Loki mused, "and I imagine they grabbed at your waist, or jammed their fingers clumsily under your arms, yes?"

Your stomach clenched at the cool, casual confidence in his voice.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just past your ear.

"But no one's ever been gentle with you, have they?"

The implication landed hot in your stomach. With that tone, he definitely wasn't just talking about tickling.

"I don’t need gentle," you gritted out, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Loki hummed again. And then -

A single touch.

Soft. Featherlight. Unfamiliar.

A slow, wandering drag of fingertips under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your side with aching delicacy.

An involuntary shudder rippled through you, sparkling sensation travelling up your neck, down your hip.

Your breath hitched.

Loki’s low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Oh, my. Was that a reaction?"

You tested your wrist again, his grip didn’t budge. Iron.

“I-” You wet your lips, breathing out a nervous chuckle. Steady... “If this is tickling, why do people react to it so violently? Sam practically-”

The words died in your throat as his fingers slipped higher.

A slow, agonisingly light scratching at your ribcage.

Your body shifted before you even realised. Some strange, new sensation bloomed alive beneath your skin - an almost electric tingle, sharp and shivery, not... uncomfortable but not something you could control.

You winced, feeling your own muscles betray you, your arm instinctively trying to pull down. Your brow furrowed.

Silence from the others.

Your pulse pounded as you turned your head and met their confused stares and raised brows.

Loki’s voice dipped lower. “Tell me,” he whispered, dark and taunting, “what do you feel?”

You swallowed. Your breath was unsteady. “I don’t know, I-”

You barely got the words out before his fingers slipped higher, that damnably light touch moving quicker, scraping against your skin and nerves-

A sensation erupted.

Your body jerked.

A strangled noise caught in your throat - somewhere between a gasp and a sound you’d never made before - bubbling up.

No.

No fucking way.

Your fingers dug into the mat. Heat roared through your veins, panic flickering, because something strange was happening. Your body was reacting. Your breath hitching, catching, some kind of force simmering deep in your lungs-

“What the hell are you doing to me?” you demanded, voice breathless, confused, desperate.

Loki only laughed, dark and rich, and said, “Proving a point.”

And then he picked up the speed.

A choked, gasping giggle burst out of you before you could stop it.

Your eyes widened.

The others on the sidelines looked gobsmacked.

The sensation grew, intensified, as Loki’s fingers didn’t stop.

You twisted violently, struggling under him, but his weight was unforgiving, his grip relentless.

Your lips parted, a stream of breathless giggles slipping free.

Oh, fuck.

Your body shuddered as his fingers skimmed higher, up to the skin stretched over the centre of your ribcage-

Your head hit the mat as laughter was yanked out of you. Your legs kicked, trying to gain traction, but Loki only chuckled at your useless attempts.

“Wait- fucking- you-"

“Well,” Loki purred, so fucking pleased with himself, “Not ticklish, was it?”

The laughter ripped through your throat, unrelenting, spilling out in gasping waves as Loki’s damnable fingers continued their excruciatingly light torment. The others on the sidelines cheered in pure delight as you laughed and laughed and twisted and squirmed.

But there was no escape.

No amount of tensing, no desperate attempts to throw him off, could do anything against his sheer strength and control. His weight pressed you into the mat, keeping you exactly where he wanted, his hand moving with deadly precision - every stroke of his fingertips dragging something shivery and unbearable from your skin.

Bucky's surprised scoff cut across your struggling. "Well I'll be."

"All this time, huh?" Steve huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Oh, you are definitely getting it from me," Sam's chortling threat made you turn your head away, back to where only Loki could see your profile.

Gods, Loki.

This wasn’t the clumsy, forceful jabbing of a sparring partner trying to elicit a reaction.

This... this was deliberate. Skilled. Loki had found something new in you, and he was taking his time exploring it.

And the worst part?

The heat.

The deep, simmering pull in your stomach had nothing to do with his magic and everything to do with the way his body pinned yours, the warmth of his breath, the slow, dangerous way he was learning you.

You were done for.

“Now,” Loki called to the others, voice smooth and pleased and maddeningly composed over your breathless gasps, “what exactly should I be dishing out punishment for? As long as you all have tales of her misdeeds…”

His fingers fluttered along your ribs, light and delicate, dragging over the hyper-sensitive skin. Your body seized with a squeal, then a sharp, gasping laugh.

“…I’ll keep going.”

The traitorous bastards on the sidelines did not hesitate.

“How much time you got?” Sam called, laughing.

"She replaced the protein powder with flour," Bucky offered. "Had us all drinking sludge in our shakes for days until we realised."

Loki hummed in amusement. "Clever." His fingers never stopped - the feathery, unbearable strokes at your lower ribs making your body tremble under him.

"Last week she convinced Thor that the Alexa was not only a real person, but 'Midgard's Only Goddess.'" Sam snorted. "Had Thor trying to win her favour for hours."

Loki chuckled, shaking his head as though deeply ashamed of you. His fingers slid higher up your ribs, the change in focus so sudden it made your breath hitch violently - your body arching before you could stop it.

"Oh, that’s good," Sam laughed. "Keep her goin', we got more."

"She told the new recruits that I get my hair done at a salon called ‘Thunder Struck,’" Thor added, betrayal in his voice. "The rumours-"

"-are completely true," you gasped, still somehow defiant through the breathless laughter spilling out of you.

Loki sighed in faux fatigue. "A habitual liar, too. Unfortunate." His fingers shifted again, this time creeping into the soft space under your arm-

Your laughter folded into silence.

A sharp, breathless inhale was all you could manage, body seizing as your nerves exploded with sensation. Your free hand slammed into the mat, trying to brace yourself.

Loki noticed.

“Oh,” he purred, sounding far too satisfied. His fingers didn’t move, just rested there, as if savouring the way you tensed beneath him. “I see.”

Your eyes widened. Somehow, you knew what was coming.

“I believe,” he murmured darkly, “I’ve found the perfect place for my discipline.”

His fingers twitched.

A sharp, shuddering noise burst out of you.

Then he started moving.

Slow. Dragging.

Your body jolted before you could stop it, a sharp, helpless squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched violently in your throat, trying to hold in the laughter- you couldn’t let him win-

His fingers curled against your skin in a perfectly devastating way, grazing soft circles in the deepest, most vulnerable part of that untouched nerve space, and the laughter broke out of you in an uncontrollable rush.

Loki sighed, as if he were so terribly disappointed.

“What was it you called me last week?” he mused, tracing, scratching, slow, taunting circles over every tormenting inch. “Ah, yes - ‘horny Shakespeare?’”

You shrieked. Your trapped hand trembling into a fist, tears of mirth threatening hot behind your eyes.

The others roared with laughter.

“Or was it-” He shifted, pressing in closer, lips brushing against your burning ear, voice dripping with amusement, “-‘overgrown magician with daddy issues’?”

You shrieked again, laughter breaking apart into gasping, desperate protests.

“Oh, I rather like this one-” His fingers swirled, still unbearably light, sweeping quickly over the taut skin. “You said I ‘probably cry after sex.’”

“I TAKE IT BACK-”

Loki laughed, dark and dangerous, sitting back up as his fingers scraped gently, just enough to send fire through your nerves, to make your laughter break, to send your legs kicking uselessly against the mat.

"Ah, and my favourite," Loki continued, relentless, "-you looked me dead in the eyes, in front of the entire team, and asked me if my horns were, in fact, just overcompensation for something far more-"

He was cut off when his fingers stroked, just so, against the place just below your arm where your ribcage ended, and laughter tore through you, something wrecked in your voice, your body shaking against his.

"Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" he soothed in mock sympathy before his voice gave way to a dark, sensuous chuckle.

"Loki- PLEASE!"

You had never begged before.

But you'd never been ticklish before.

And Loki - Loki fucking knew.

His chuckle returned as his hand slowed to a stop, fingers still perched threateningly as your ragged breath expelled beneath him.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen?" Your chest heaved, body shaking from the sheer force of it all, something deeply unsettled in your bones as his palm smoothed down your side, lingering before his fingers tightened at your hip, his grip possessive. "I do believe our dear girl has finally learned some manners."

Your entire body burned.

Then, Loki pushed off, moving effortlessly to his feet as if the last five minutes hadn’t utterly destroyed you.

True to his word, he hadn't broken a sweat.

You barely managed to push yourself onto your knees, your body unsteady, your breathing still laboured.

"Wait, hold up," Sam interrupted, holding a hand towards you. "Loki, you gotta show us how to do that."

Loki stiffened. It was barely noticeable. A flicker. A shift in the air.

And then - smooth as ever, with an icy calm that sent a clear warning, "I used magic," he said, holding up a hand with fingertips glowing green. "You are not capable, and you should not try."

You looked up, saw the chilled death in his stare that bored into Sam.

Liar.

That's why he chose to test the side no one else can see; he didn't want anyone else knowing how to undo you.

And everyone knew it. The implication was clear:

Back off.

Sam held up his hands immediately. "Alright, damn. Not trying to start an intergalactic incident."

The tension in the room eased as you caught your breath, but the tension inside you only burned hotter.

Loki turned and met your gaze with something solemn in his expression, something dark and wanting... protective.

Something only for you.

And fuck, you were both done for.

.

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[fluffyfantasticducky]

Reasons to Like You

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader ☆ Synopsis: Loki isn't the most laid back person, he is hard on others but mostly on himself... That is, until someone even worse than he is catches his little heart. ☆ Word Count: 3,313... sorry it's a bit short, huh? ☆ Notes: Another request for the lovely @blehblahsworld. Loki is shy ler, mutual pining idiots. I promised it'd be posted today and there's still like 30 minutes left of the day so I honoured my promise. ☆ Warnings: None, I think. Loki is a mess cuz he can't handle having a crush.

Oh, the comfort of a life on Earth. Not something any Asgardian would have expected when they arrived after all they had been through. Much less… this Asgardian.

Loki expected anything but bliss when he came to live among the Avengers. When he woke up living in the house of his enemies, he was rightfully on edge. Although Thor quickly wrapped his arms around him and filled him in. He had been saved after 5 years of becoming dust during the snap of the 5 infinity stones, which ironically spared his life.

But after his physical recovery and adaptation period with living in the compound… And there was a little someone who made the whole process much easier. A special little someone.

You were… Norns, where could he start? You were… a lot. In the best and worst sense of the word.

On one hand, you were messy, energetic, loud… just a smaller and slightly less annoying version of his brother. In fact, you two were great friends, much to Loki’s dismay. Loud nights of karaoke and dancing in the leisure room, begging for Tony to organize parties that would give Loki a headache. You constantly interrupted Loki’s reading to come chat or beg him to play together to some nonsense game or watch a movie. The amount of times you’d invade his personal space with hugs, pokes, grabbing his arm to take him somewhere… it was all unnerving.

On the other hand, and even worse than all he mentioned, Loki couldn’t get you out of his head. Your loudness, your playfulness, that smile of yours, your goofy laugh so out of place when you got nervous, the way he wanted to run his hands along your body… ah! It was too much!

And it wasn’t that Loki hadn’t been interested on others before. He had had more lovers than the average human lifespan. So why were you so difficult to handle? What was so special about you that he’d be turning in his bed late at night thinking about you? He couldn’t quite put it into words.

“Loki? Brother?” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, along with a gentle knock on the door. “It’s late, are you not having breakfast with us?”

Loki stood up and opened the door to join his brother in the hall.

“I apologize brother, I must have lost track of time.” Loki shrugged it off as he ran his hands through his hair to fix it.

“No kidding,” Thor chuckled. “Look at you, when was the last time you slept?”

“Oh, like you would be one to judge me” Loki scoffed. “When did you all go to bed last night?”

“Not as early as you, old witch” Thor laughed. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay longer, our little friend was really upset you didn’t dance together.”

Loki had to fight an ear-to-ear grin. You had been looking for him? To dance… together? The way you all dance in Midgard these days? Oh gods, the one night his patience had run thin and made him excuse himself to go to bed.

It was still engrained in his brain.

You had jumped onto a coffee table, shaking your hips to the beat of the music, your body moving in perfect sync to the melody. And to be perfectly fair, it wasn’t anything outrageous to Earth’s standards, you were mostly goofing around and more often than not you’d double over laughing, flustered at your own antics. Unfortunately for his heart, Loki wasn’t from Earth, and he was not at all accustomed to those sights that kept him awake all night.

“I apologize for my unfortunate coordination with the mortal’s plans” Loki responded simply, despite mentally cursing himself.

Thor chuckled.

“I’m sure it will all be forgiven by the end of the week” he assured Loki. “You may get another chance to dance together.”

“What? Again? Don’t mortals tire out faster than us?” Loki asked. “How is it that there’s always some new event approaching?”

“It sure is lively around here, isn’t it?” Thor laughed. “Stark said it was a last-minute invitation, but Rogers mentioned it’d be important for us to assist, improving the opinion of the locals. Which you could still benefit from…”

“I suppose” Loki muttered. “Still… I hope it’s the last one in a while, it can get frustrating having to put up a perfection facade…”

“You are being dramatic brother.” Thor laughed.

“Am I?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Does it really not remind you the the banquets at the palace, always having to make political relationships by…”

“Oh brother, you are being dramatic. You really shouldn’t overthink all you do, if you think like that of course you won’t enjoy these silly Midgardian parties, for me, it reminds me of that tavern we used to go when we were younger. A chance to dance and perhaps flirt around every night with some nice ale and good friends.”

“Flirt around?” Loki chuckled at the Midgardian expression. “Don’t let Lady Jane hear you, brother. I thought you imprudent, but never to such an extent.”

“Oh, no, no.” Thor shook his head. “Those days are behind me, I am quite content in my relationship. I meant for you, brother.”

“Why would I want to flirt around?” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it is true you already have your interest captured by a local…”

“I have no clue what you’re blabbering on about, brother” Loki assured him. “And for your information, I am perfectly content the way my life is right now.”

Thor burst out laughing.

“That is splendid news brother” he chuckled, wiping a tear of mirth. “But I’ve been by your side since you were a small baby, I know when you’re interesting in someone.”

“You’ve never seen me interested in anyone” Loki retorted.

“Sure I have.” Thor chuckle. “Beyond the romances that lasted a single night, let’s see… You saw Angrboda for a while but it ended in nothing, you had a crush on Sygin for while but she was with Theoric which you tried impersonating but guilt ate you up, I recall you and Sif saw each other secretly when…”

“Alright, I got it!” Loki cut him off, not exactly eager to hear all his past romantic miseries all over again. “You are aware of my past, understood.”

Loki was a bit surprised, though. He always thought he was being discrete. Unlike Thor, who would shamelessly (and rather loudly) flirt in the tavern or at royal parties with whoever he wanted; Loki had an infinitely more subtle approach. Loki would strike conversations with his interest, in a much more subtle seduction. Loki was more the type to swoon with his wit and the perfect praise, taking advantage of being the less favored prince in terms of affection to escape into the night to seal the deal. He was so sure no one noticed his absence, much less Thor, who Loki thought too busy being the center of attention to care if Loki left the party early. Especially Sif, which was a whole new ordeal he didn’t even want to talk about.

He was a bit moved, really… in a very weird way, but it was moving.

“See? I know who you have a crush on” Thor chuckled. “You should really go for it.”

“Can you stop talking like a Midgardian?” Loki groaned. “It’s unnerving.”

“Sorry brother, it’s entertaining to see how much it frustrates you.” Thor grinned like a cheeky brat. “But I mean it, you won’t know if your feelings are reciprocated if you don’t ask.”

“Alright, alright.” Loki scoffed out a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m taking advice from you imbecile.”

“I would be offended, but I know the satisfaction of seeing you frustrated over being the idiotic one is more than enough.” Thor smiled and turned around.

“Weren’t you gonna have breakfast?” Loki asked.

“I already did” Thor smiled. “But I know of someone who will be happy to have some company during breakfast.”

Loki felt his heartbeat accelerating as he turned around the corner and saw you, finishing a sandwich and grabbing a mug of coffee. Your hair was messy, the pajamas you were wearing were a couple of sizes bigger than your frame and your eyes were half closed.

It was adorable.

“Good morning” Loki bowed his head politely.

“Mo—” you were cut off by a huge yawn. “Morning, Loki. Slept well? You left the party earlier last night.”

“I’m terribly sorry” Loki apologized timidly. “I didn’t feel well.”

“It’s okay…” you smiled at him and took a sip of your coffee, and Loki felt the energy from the coffee. “It wasn’t as fun once you left.”

Loki’s breath hitched and smiled nervously at you. He looked around, unsure if he was allowed to look at you more than a few glances every so often. But he caught the sight of you making a sandwich.

“I’m gonna eat breakfast on the loungeroom, wanna join me?” you offered with two more slices at bread for him.

“A-Ah, sure…” Loki nodded.

You made him a sandwich and served him a mug of coffee. Loki smiled at you and bowed his head gently at you in a thank you.

Both of you walked to eat by the TV. You handed him the remote control for him to choose. He gulped and looked at the screen, he swore his hand was shaking like a Chihuahua. He had no idea how to use modern technology… or well… not day to day technology.

Spaceships? Sure. Hacking the security of a overly complex computers? Piece of cake. But using his own cellphone or browsing the internet and a smart TV? Oh, honey…

And then he heard you giggle.

“What?” Loki asked, unable to fight a nervous smile.

“Oh nothing” you giggled. “Nothing…”

“No, what? Tell me…” he chuckled and scooted closer to you.

“N-No, nothing…!” you giggled nervously.

Now, smitten or not, mockery was something he would never tolerate unpunished… not fully anyway.

“Oh, you’ll regret that” he growled and before you could ask, straddled you, wiggling his fingers at you.

“E-Eh?” the way you smiled was tense, but also skeptic, like you didn’t believe what was clearly about to happen.

Before you asked, his fingers shot to your sides, poking and prodding the sensitive skin, immediately making you squeal.

“Lohohohoki! Whahahat are you doing?!” you protested.

“You asked for it, you menace.” Loki chuckled, drilling his index fingers to your sides, still careful enough to avoid hurting you.

“Lohohohohoki! I’m sorry!” you whined, sounding more lost than actually apologetic.

Loki made his distaste for your actions clear by tickling you mercilessly. But it was clear you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for, and it still sounded honest.

Seriously, it should be considered foul play being endearing like that.

“I can’t go around letting cheeky mortals like you think they can disrespect the God of Mischief without consequence.” Loki spoke in a low, teasing tone.

He let it slide the fact that anyone else would’ve ended with a dagger on their gut or at least an insult so vile that would have made them storm out of the room. But it’s not like Loki was going to notify you over the little soft spot he had for you… although, to balance things out, it was easier for you to provoke him into this sort of silly “punishments”.

“Whahahahahat did Ihihi dohohohohoho?!” you complained, your hands latching to his wrists in a weak attempt to push him away.

“I saw you laughing at me, so by simply logic, I had to give you something to really laugh about.” He growled maliciously as his fingers continued their malicious dance along your skin.

Loki was skilled with his hands and fingers, double entendere aside. Being a sorcerer required precision of mind and hand movement, given a wrong angle could make a vanishing spell burn your eyebrows instead. As a proper prince, he was skilled with the quill and had a neat and elegant handwriting as well as an at least decent skill with the flute, the lute and the piano. Which Loki loved to clarify that by “proper prince”, he actually meant “not Thor” whose handwriting was a illegible and could only play percussions like a toddler… But he was a stronger fighter, Loki could give him that.

But it also meant he was a deadly tickler. Being perceptive and cunning like a good trickster didn’t really help your cause either.

He raised upwards, giving you a sort of break, reducing the intensity of the tickling. But his hand soon lowered ceremoniously back to make deadly contact with your skin again. This time gently wiggling behind your earshell.

“EEK! W-What are you doing?” your shoulders shut up, before your hands reached to cover your ears with your hands.

“Mmm, it was just a little test.” Loki hummed. “And I must say, I’m more than pleased with the result.”

Loki chuckled and his hands went to your sides, squeezing and kneading your ribs like dough.

“AIEE!” you squeaked and your arms went down to protect your sides. “Loki!”

Loki smiled menacingly and decided a new course of action.

He tickled your sides for a couple of seconds, before going back to tickle your ears so you’d raise your arms to protect them, just to go back to your sides after a bit.

“Hahahahahaha! L-Loki! P-Please! Hahahahahahaha! S-Stop it! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha!”

The pokes and tickly caresses went all over your skin, making you squeal and screech. But there was nothing you could do against someone stronger than you.

“Lohohohoki!” your hips wiggled from side to side in a helpless giggle fit.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get worse…

“EEEEEEEK!” you screeched when you felt Loki’s hands sneaking under your armpits, it was so loud and high pitched that Loki was startled.

“Oh, my my my…” he grinned mischievously. “What was that?”

“N-No… Loki! L-Loki…!” you pleased your hands before you, trying to protect yourself. “Loki! LOKI! LOHOHOHOHOHOHOKI!”

You didn’t have to be a detective to figure out that Loki, being the cheekiest of souls, would take advantage of this new tickle spot.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! NO LOHOHOHOHOKI! PLEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” you squealed and squirmed like a fish out of water. “LOKI! LOHOHOHOKI! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!”

His fingers traced along your armpits, he was excited like a little kid finding the secret hiding place of the birthday presents. You were going crazy. He couldn’t stop himself, gently caressing and scratching the sensitive skin on your underarms to make you squeal until your face was bright red and your eyes were glistening with tears of mirth.

“PLEASE! AHAHAHAHA! OW! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!” you guffawed and kicked your legs around as if that somehow would ease up the tickly sensations. But your sides were burning from laughing and it wasn’t pleasant. “OW! P-PLEASE! HEHEHEHE!”

“Oh, alright…” he smiled softly and retreated his hands from you.

Your chest was heaving from laughter and giggles were hoarse and tired. You wiped the tears off your face placed your hand on your chest to feel your own accelerated heartbeat.

“Hahahaha…!” you giggled and panted, trying to control yourself from the aftermath of tickly giggles. “Alright… I had that coming… I- I guess. Hehehe…”

“Oh gods, I adore you…” Loki blurted out, freezing at the weight the honesty of his words carried.

Simply because that was him. He was a deceiver, a conniver, a scammer, a trickster. But now? Truth had poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, cold and refreshing… He loved you. He had been lying to himself for so long that once he said it out loud, to you no less, it felt good, more than good.

“What?” you asked.

“I love you” he repeated.

But the look on your face made his stomach sink. You looked horrified.

“…why me?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked, already feeling the crushing weight of rejection weighing him down.

“What do you think I mean?” you grumbled.

Of course you wouldn’t like him. You were the sunshine incarnate, you were kind and friendly, you were smart enough to crush down any silly preconception of human life being dull and silly like it had been thin and cheap glass, to the point of him feeling like the fool. You had brought him down to his knees. You had a power of a goddess.

No way you would reciprocate his feelings.

“What could you see in me…?” you smiled, but your eyes revealed distress. “I- Loki… look at me!”

Loki blinked at you, speechless. Which unknowingly giving you a window to keep talking.

“I’m everything that annoys you. I like going dancing, I like singing and being loud. I hate being around people but being alone stresses me out.” You huffed out. “Loki… I’m…”

“Perfect.” Loki finished for you, breathless.

“A nuisance.” You corrected him. “Loki, you’ll get tired of me by the end of the week.”

Loki felt angry, how could you speak so ill of yourself? You are a balm in chaotic world. And you hated every bit of yourself, every sweet and lovable inch of yourself. It was a self-hatred he knew very well. One type of felt hatred he lived with every day.

And he knew often there was only one way to help.

He pulled you against his chest and jabbed your sides.

“EEEEEK!” you screeched. “L-LOKI?! What are you doing?!”

“Mm, just helping your thoughts shut up…” Loki smiled cheekily as his fingers danced along your armpits once more.

“AIIIIEEEEE! LOKIHIHIHIHIHI!” you squealed.

“Yes, my darling?” he purred.

“S-STOP IT!” you cried. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! WHY?!”

“I’m merely providing a pleasant distracting you from those nasty thoughts of yours” he said in a faux innocent tone.

“PLEHEHEHEHASANT?!” you whined between your loud laughter.

Loki nodded but agreed that maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do going for the spot that made you nearly burn out your lungs. So, being the angel he was, he moved down to tickle your belly giving you a break… sort of.

“Lohohohoki! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha! Oh my gohohohod!”

Loki chuckled at your laugher, that, in his defense, came down an octave after moving to a less deadly spot. But your rich giggles kept pouring out like a waterfall, fresh and healing to him.

His finger gently tickled around your waist line, which made you squeak and giggle in a high pitch.

“EEK! Heeheeheehee! EEP! Heeheeheehee!”

“Norns…” Loki complained quietly.

“Lohohohohoki!” you giggled when his fingers pinched around your navel. “P-Plehehehease, n-no more…! Hahahaha!”

“Oh, alright” he smiled lovingly at you.

As he saw you trying to catch your breath again, the loud drumming of his own heartbeat became overwhelming. Oh, how helpless he was… Yes, he had been the one tickling you silly. But, truthfully, he was the one at your mercy here.

“Hehehehe… ohh… hic! Hehehehe! Hic! Hehehehe!” you giggled. “T-That w-was hmph!”

Loki could take it anymore, he had pressed his lips against yours, a bit panicked at first… Did he read the room wrong? Did you not like him like thaaaaat…

Feeling you kiss back was… in a single word: mind-blowing. On one hand, it melted away all his fears, all the tension, all the mess he had been since his heart fell on his knees at your mercy… just undone… like the most powerful magic he could do. On the other hand, kissing you was like a dream, you were sweet, passionate, loving. Although he’d never admit it, he got a little flutter on his stomach thinking maybe… just maybe, you had liked him back all along.

“Ah… heh… um…”  you looked at him nervously. “D-Do you think maybe… would you like to come to the party with me? You know… t-together… officially…”

Loki smiled fondly and leaned in for another kiss.

“I would be honored, dear.”

Masterpost

[ticklygiggles]

Liar liar, pants on fire | Belphie x Reader

"You're a liar, by the way,” you said, straddling him as he placed his hands on your waist, making you blush softly. 

"Huh? Why do you say so? When did I lie?"

"You are ticklish."

Your affirmation took him a bit off guard, but he chuckled softly, letting you catch a glimpse of that beautiful smile of his.

"I really am not," he declared, arching one of his eyebrows. "You saw Beel tickling me earlier and me not reacting to i-ehehehe! Ah!"

Sweet, bubbly giggles escaped his mouth as soon as he felt your fingers gently clawing at his sides. His hands left your waist to try and catch your hands, but you quickly moved them to his stomach, and when he tried to catch your hands again, you moved them back to his sides, making him let out shrieky giggles.

"Hohohohold ohon! I'm j-juhuhust-

"Hmm, I'm looking at you," you said teasingly. "And I'm seeing a very ticklish person."

Your playful fingers crawled up towards his ribs, causing his giggles to turn into belly laughs, his back arching off the bed.

"Wahahahait! I'm s-ser-ahahaha!" He threw his head back as the tickling moved up to his highest ribs, dangerously close to his armpits.

"And yet," you continued, ignoring his giggly pleas. "You come here and tell me that you're not ticklish?"

You sped up the tickling and Belphie could only shake his head as uncontrollable laughter poured out of him. You really wish you could sneak a picture of his laughing face right now. His cheeks were slightly pink from laughing so much, his eyes tightly shut with little tears of mirth escaping from the corners, his nose was scrunching up in the most adorable way, but the most wonderful thing was that bright smile. 

He looked absolutely mesmerizing and you smiled fondly at him. “Why are you laughing so much?” you asked playfully as if your fingers weren’t slowly crawling towards Belphie’s underarms.  

Belphie started to squirm a little harder, pressing his arms to his sides as best as he could. 

“Plehehease! Plehase, not thehehere!” he begged, throwing his head back with a loud cackle when you finally reached for his armpits. “PLEHEHEHAHASE”

“Not here? Why? You’re not ticklish!” You said brightly, vibrating your fingers against Belphie’s tickle spot. “Right, Belphie?”

He could only shake his head no, unable to let out a word between his bright laughter.

You gasped. “Wait, are you ticklish, Belphie? Are you?”

Belphie shrieked, kicking his legs behind you, finally nodding weakly. “I AHAHAM!” He laughed and you gasped again. 

“So you lied to me? And to your brother?” 

He shook his head again, his laugh going a little breathy and silent and that was your cue to stop; your fingers stilled, but you kept them in position to attack again. Belphie’s laugh slowed down, but didn’t stop completely as nervous giggles kept escaping his lips, having your hands ready to start tickling him again. 

“Did you laugh?” You asked teasingly, looking down at him with a smirk. 

Belphie giggled, “Plehehease stohohop! I c-cahan explahain!” He said breathlessly.  

“Oh? Then explain.”

“I- I lie that I’m not tihicklish anymore!” He said, between soft giggles. “Do you- Do you think Beel or any of my brohothers would let me live if they know I’m actually ticklish?”

You laughed, “It cannot be that bad! You didn’t fake that you weren’t ticklish right now!” You said, wiggling your fingers briefly for emphasis. 

“Behehecahause I can’t hihihihde it if it’s you!” You blinked in surprise, your fingers immediately stopping as you tilted your head to the side.

Belphie took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing bright red as he tried to avoid your eyes. 

"I can't hide anything from you… so I can't stop myself from… being… ticklish," he said, his voice going lower and lower until it became a whisper. 

You started at him, adding to his nervousness, before pulling your hands out from under his arms. Belphie gasped and could only stutter a little 'what' before your lips were pressed against his. 

You kissed him tenderly and he let you guide him until you both pulled apart, noses nuzzling. 

"I hope you know I'm going to abuse this power of mine, Belphie," you said brightly, giggling when he let out a soft whine, but then his eyes turned playful and you felt a shiver run down your spine. 

"Well, it's only fair that I also use my methods to make you smile," he said, holding your waist and, in just one second, you were the one with your back pressed against the bed and him straddling you. 

"B-Belphie!" You gasped, pushing his shoulders as he leaned over you. "I d-don't think- ahahahaha! Okahahay! Okay! I wohohon't do it oftehehen!" You promised between laughs as he clawed away at your ribs. 

"Even if you do, you know what's in store for you," he teased, slowing down the tickling until your giggling stopped.

"It's wohorth it if I get a chance to see that smile of yours," you said with flushed cheeks and Belphie simply rolled his eyes with a shy smile.

"You're so cheesy," he said rolling off of you and onto the bed, yawning before trapping you in a tight hug. "Now shush, you've made me tired, we're taking a nap."

You chuckled, hugging him back and kissing his lips once. "A nap sounds amazing right now," you said, cuddling him tighter.

Operation 'Crack a smile, Belphie' completed!

[lovelynim]

could you write me + jesus anon for the requests? i'm too shy to come out of anon😌

[Requests open]

Instructions unclear, pipebomb delivered to your mailbox

“What’s wrong, soldier? Can’t stand your ground anymore?!” Karlach teased, her voice almost as loud as your laughter while you flailed and thrashed under her. If it weren’t for your screeching cackles, one could mistake the scene by some sort of murder attempt as Karlach’s tickles were anything but soft or gentle.

As if the weight of her massive body on top of you wasn’t enough to keep you from going anywhere, you also had to deal with the sheer strength of her grip, stopping your arms from lowering a single inch.

You felt your head spinning, your throat dry and your cheeks wet from the tears. You planted your heels into the ground, lifting your back from the ground just to have it slammed back down again.

The rest of the party was surely hearing your maddened giggles and you didn’t even need to look at their faces to know you were being judged or mocked. Still, none of those you dared to call allies dared to step in or help you escape from Karlach’s ticklish onslaught.

You thrashed your head left and right, pressing your eyes shut as your smile nearly tore your face apart. “K-KARLAHAHACH!!” You cried to deaf ears, feeling her fingers tickling down from your painfully outstretched armpit to your exposed sides. “I Y-YIEHEHELD!! AHAHA, LEHEHET GOHOH!!” 

The tiefling snickered - or something like that, you weren't so sure since the only sound you could hear was your own laughter. “There’s no going back, soldier, you wanted a fight, right? So show me what you got!”

Unfortunately, the only thing you could show her was how awfully ticklish you were. Poor thing, if only you had rolled a 20 instead of a 2 when you decided to start a tickle fight with the party’s barbarian…

[widowsistersandfriends]

Free Hugs

Request: Apparently Kathryn does a back tickling thing when she hugs people, could you write something with that with the reader? 🤭

Note: Thank you for this request! I haven't seen a video of it, so I'm not sure how accurately I portrayed it. Hope you enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1052

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You were currently a TV show host, one who interviewed many celebrities to promote their upcoming movies and shows. Today you had Kathryn Hahn on as a guest and were preparing backstage beforehand. 

You were a bit more nervous for this interview. You had interviewed plenty of A-list celebrities, but Kathryn still made you star-struck at times. There was a certain poise and confidence to her that you were in awe of. She knew just exactly what to say while maintaining her composure and always supported the right causes. She was just perfect. 

You snapped out of your daydream when they notified you that Kathryn had arrived. Before interviewing them on TV, you would usually meet with them a few hours before filming to go over boundaries, questions, and which topics they were okay with sharing and which ones you should avoid. 

You walked through the door and saw Kathryn arriving with her team, her hair up in a fancy updo, accompanied by a sleek pant suit that fit her perfectly. For being in her 50s, she didn’t look a day over 30. 

“Hi Kathryn, how are you doing?” You asked, stepping forward to accept her hug. 

“I’m awesome!” Kathryn cheered, hugging you tightly. 

You suddenly felt her nails lightly tickling your back, causing you to quickly pull away from her embrace. 

“What’s wrong dear?” Kathryn asked, genuinely concerned. 

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, turning bright pink.

Kathryn was good at picking up on social cues, and this time she knew right away.

“Did that tickle?” She outright asked, smiling at your lack of eye contact. 

“No!” You insisted.

“It’s okay if you’re ticklish, I just like doing that to people. It breaks the ice and also gives me a secret weapon,” Kathryn teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You were too overwhelmed with embarrassment, so you quickly changed the subject and asked her to sit to talk about the interview. 

Kathryn was there to promote her new show ‘Agatha All Along,’ which was streaming on Disney+. You asked her about how much she could reveal about the plot and for her to provide a little bit of background from WandaVision to help viewers understand when and where this show is taking place.

The two of you chatted more, as Kathryn also gave some insight on her personal life now that she was done filming for the show. 

“Thank you so much for meeting up with me before the shoot! We’re gonna be on in 15 minutes, so if you need to use the restroom or anything go ahead!” You said, as you both got up.

“You’re not going to hug me again, are you?” You asked cautiously.

“What? You afraid I’m gonna tickle you again?” Kathyrn smirked. 

“No…I just wanted to ask…” you trailed off, as Kathryn giggled at your embarrassment. 

“Watch out, I just may embarrass you on live television,” Kathyrn playfully threatened.

Your cheeks burned again, imagining the embarrassment before it even happened. There was no way you could ever show your face again if that happened!

The two of you eventually came out onto the set, where there was a live audience, surrounded by lights and cameras everywhere. 

You introduced Kathyrn to the crowd, and allowed her to answer some questions about the new show. 

“So, what is like bonding with your coven? Were there any difficulties?” You asked her.

“Well, we all got along really well in my opinion, but with any new cast there’s always some ice to break here and there, but by the end of it you’re family,” Kathryn said.

You tensed slightly at the use of the phrase ‘ice to break,’ remembering that she had used that phrase earlier when she tickled you.

Kathryn knew you were gonna quickly change the subject before she could answer how she broke the ice, so she quickly continued before you could answer. 

“There were a lot of little things I would do to break the ice, including giving free hugs,” Kathryn stated confidently. You knew you were trapped and would have to ask her more, or else it would be an abrupt change of subject and would make you look like a bad interviewer.

“I bet your cast members loved your hugs. Personally speaking, I received a hug from Kathryn before this interview and it was wonderful!” You said, as you had turned to the crowd to speak.

“They absolutely love them! Except for Aubrey, she hated them because I would give like a little gentle back tickle when I hug people and it would drive her nuts,” Kathryn said while laughing, as you froze, not expecting the forbidden t word to be dropped like that. 

The audience laughed, and you joined in awkwardly, not knowing what to say next without stumbling over your words.

“Do you guys want a demonstration?” Kathryn asked the audience, as they all shouted in unison. Your eyes widened, as Kathryn got up.

“You want a free hug?” Kathryn asked you. You knew the ratings of your TV show would go up if you went along, but you knew the embarrassment would last forever. Maybe I can just hold my reaction in…you thought to yourself.

You walked into Kathryn’s hug, expecting the tickle to be around the lower part of your back, which she had done earlier. You braced yourself for it, only to be caught off guard by her nails tickling the upper part of your back.

You gasped and jumped away, squirming your shoulders away from the ticklish touch.

The crowd laughed, as Kathryn chuckled in glee.

“Well there’s one thing you and Aubrey have in common. Both ticklish on your backs,” Kathryn teased, giving your side a poke before going back to sit in her chair.

You tried to suppress a yelp and jump by quickly covering it up with a cough.

“Thanks for that demonstration,” you said sarcastically. 

“My pleasure. It’s something Agatha would most definitely do, so I’m trying to give the crowd real authenticity,” Kathryn stated, making the crowd laugh.

You managed to get through the rest of the interview, but your head was still flying around the thought that Kathryn had tickled you in front of everyone. Rest assured, you would be staying off of social media for the next week to avoid the circulating videos. 

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[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Hangry

Word count: ~2,000

Pairing: Steve x reader and Bucky (platonic), no pronouns used

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Mild cursing.

It's been a year and a half since my last posted works! I'm VERY out of practice 😅 I'm trying to work on some smaller prompts on my list while I get myself back into writing and continue working on the Loki blip in the universe prompt. It's not my best, but I hope you enjoy in any case!

This was based on a Prompt for Steve x reader as well as a prompt where reader and Bucky bug Steve while he's making a public appearance.

“Tell us, Captain, sir - how did the Avengers manage to track down the villain’s hideout this time?”

“Well, good sir - we have state-of-the-art technology that allows us to track electronic signals from thousands of miles away…”

“Ugh, he is such a ham!” you muttered to Bucky under your breath as you observed Steve from a distance. “We’re never going to make it to the store if he keeps stopping every time a reporter tries to chat him up!”

“Steve can’t resist bragging about us,” Bucky chided, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yeah, well… some of us are hungry!”

You huffed and folded your arms across your chest in annoyance, trying to catch the reporter’s eye with your scowling face, but she was far too enamored by the star-spangled captain to pay you any mind. How had a simple grocery run for ice cream turned into a twenty-minute interview with the press??

“I swear, I’m gonna go drag him away from that reporter by the ear if he doesn’t stop talking in the next 60 seconds,” you grumbled.

“Why do that when we can mess with him instead?”

You turned to look at Bucky, who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Go on…”

He smirked, shooting you a wink. “Watch and learn.”

You watched silently as Bucky meandered casually toward where Steve stood speaking with the reporter and her photographer. Steve was none the wiser to his friend approaching from behind.

“… but the serum isn’t the only thing that makes us heroes. It takes a whole load of grit and determina-HAY-tion-!”

Steve flinched as his best friend subtly reached up and pinched his side mid-sentence, effectively silencing him. The captain recovered quickly, though, chuckling nonchalantly as he flashed Bucky a look. He continued on with his sentence after that, refusing to acknowledge what just happened.

“Wait - Steve is ticklish??” you whispered incredulously as Bucky returned to your side.

“Very. Why does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just assumed the serum eliminated weaknesses like that.”

Bucky chuckled. “Nah - if anything it made it worse.”

“Oh-ho, I’ve got to try this for myself!”

You quietly paced up behind the blabbing soldier, pretending you were casually walking past to avoid drawing attention from passerby. As you stepped by him, you reached out and swiftly dug your fingertips into his ribs for less than a second. Steve choked on his words and whipped his head around instinctively. You ducked out of his field of vision and prodded his other side.

“Excuse me,” Steve requested politely, turning around as nonchalantly as possible to find you standing behind him with a guilty grin on your face. “Can I help you?”

“I just came to remind you that we have somewhere we have to be,” you stated sweetly.

“Yes, but it isn’t urgent,” he muttered.

“Oh, I think you’ll find it to be very urgent, actually,” you whispered, shooting him a cheeky wink. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Steve turned to the reporter.

“My apologies, ma’am. Duty calls.”

You saw Bucky clap a hand over his mouth and nose to cover the snort that burst from his nares. Trying hard not to openly roll your eyes in front of the reporter, you nodded in the direction of the grocery store and began marching purposefully toward your destination, with Steve following in your wake.

“You two are infuriating,” Steve grumbled once you were out of earshot from the reporter.

“Excuse me - I just want to go get my ice cream and head back home to eat it,” you countered. “You’re the one who decided to schmooze with the first person who asked you about your superpowers.”

“I’m just trying to maintain good public relations. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Ugh, no. I hate talking about myself.”

The three of you bickered amicably the entire way to the store. It hadn’t ended by the time you’d made it back to the tower kitchen and dropped your grocery bags on the counter.

“I’m just saying - it wouldn’t kill you to wear a hat or something to hide your face from reporters when we’re just trying to go to the store,” you griped, shrugging your sweatshirt off your shoulders and hanging it on the back of one of the kitchen stools.

“It wouldn’t kill you to try to be friendly to strangers every once in a while,” Steve retorted.

“Excuse me - I am a very friendly person! I’m just selective about it.”

“Friendly as an angry porcupine, sure.”

You gasped indignantly. “Are you saying I’m sharp with people??”

“You’re just a little… prickly.”

“Ooh, now that’s an insult,” Bucky hummed sarcastically.

“You’re just as bad, you know. Forget porcupines - you’re like a venomous sea urchin or something,” Steve shot back at his friend. You snorted.

“Steve… you’ve really got to work on your teasing skills,” you chuckled. “A ‘sea urchin?’ Really?”

“I could just take your ice cream”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Steve held your gaze for a moment, eyes darting briefly to the bag on the counter between you with the ice cream inside. You lunged for the bag handle, but Steve predicted your move, snatching it out of your reach before you could get a hand on it.

“Damnit, Steve!! Give it back!” you whined, rounding the counter to swipe for the grocery bag. He turned his back to you, maintaining a barrier between you and the prize. “Bucky! Help me out here!”

“Nah, this is pretty funny to watch,” Bucky chuckled, snickering as you swatted at Steve’s arm.

“Yeah but your ice cream is in there too!”

Bucky sighed. “You make a fair point. Steve, buddy, give it back.”

Steve snorted. “You’ve been just as much a pain in my rear today! Why would I give it back to you either?”

You gasped dramatically, catching Bucky’s eye. “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?”

“‘Course not!”

Without warning, Bucky lunged at his super soldier friend, tackling him to the floor. The bag of ice cream slipped from Steve’s grasp in his surprise, which you quickly snatched up before he could regain the wherewithal to take it back. With a triumphant shout, you tore the cover off your pint of ice cream and dug a spoon out of the drawer, swiping a scoop off the top layer and shoving it in your mouth with a contented sigh.

“Mm… finawwy,” you mumbled with your mouth full. Swallowing, you pointed your spoon accusatorially at Steve where he was currently trying to shove Bucky off himself. “You know, you’ve been a pain in my rear all day. You deserved this - it’s nice to see someone teaching you a lesson.”

“You two are pains in my rear every day!” Steve huffed as he grasped at Bucky’s shoulders and pushed.

“You did not just say that!” you gasped dramatically.

“Yeah, how dare you!” Bucky added, pinching at Steve’s side for emphasis.

“Bahah- Bucky, don’t start this,” Steve warned as he grasped his friend’s wrists to still his hands.

“Ooh! Wait!” You set your ice cream and spoon down on the counter beside you. “I want a go! Bucky, hold him there for a minute.”

“Whahat??” Steve laughed in surprise, a nervous edge to his voice.

“Sure!” Bucky offered, ignoring his friend’s protests as he maneuvered his wrists from Steve’s grasp and swiftly pinned his arms to the floor a few inches from his sides. “Quick, before he gets free!”

"On it!" You crouched down beside the super soldiers as Steve tugged against Bucky's grip. Without waiting to listen to Steve's protests any further, you began to scribble your fingertips into his exposed sides and ribs rapidly. You heard a thump behind you as Steve kicked his heel against the floor in protest, now pulling more frantically to escape his best friend's hold.

"HA-HEHEY! Cut it ohout!!"

"Nah. I deserve a little reward for tolerating you all day," you snickered, prodding at his belly. "Hey, Buck - where should I get him next?"

"Ohh, definitely under his arms," he suggested with a smirk. You pinched your way up his ribcage before slotting your hands into the narrow space between his biceps and his upper ribs. Bucky adjusted his grip to pry his friend's arms away from his sides as he attempted to clamp them down to limit the space under his arms.

"BUCKY!! Let me go-HO-HO this I-HI-INSTANT!" Steve demanded.

"No can do, buddy. I'm enjoying watching you get taken down a peg."

"DAHAMNIT BAHARNES!!"

"Oof, language Steve!" you teased, digging your fingers into the soft spot under his arms. "Where else is he ticklish?"

"The spot on his stomach right under his ribs - that'll really get him good." Steve nearly managed to slip his wrist from Bucky's grasp, but he quickly shifted his grip once again. "Better do it quick - I can't hold him much longer."

"Say no more." You pulled your hands free from under Steve's arms and danced your fingertips across the muscle-clad skin of his abdomen just under his ribcage as Bucky suggested. He threw his head back with a heavy stream of laughter at your touch, arching his back against the floor in desperation. It was only another moment before he finally succeeded in escaping Bucky's grasp.

Steve sat up swiftly, a playful but menacing gleam in his eye as his gaze immediately landed on you.

"Oh-ho, shit!" You scrambled to get to your feet to make your escape, groaning defeatedly when you felt a strong set of arms wrap around your waist and yank you backward.

“You really think I’d let you get away with that?” Steve asked rhetorically as he tightened his arms around your midsection to hold you in place.

“W-wait, Steve, we can- ahaha nohoho!” Your protests were cut short as Steve’s fingers kneaded into your sides. “Bucky! Hehehelp!!”

“Nuh-uh. You’re on your own, my friend.” The infuriatingly unhelpful super soldier waltzed over to the counter to retrieve his ice cream, planting himself atop the countertop and digging in while observing the two of you wrestling on the floor below.

“USELEHESS!!” you cried, attempting futilely to pry Steve’s hands off your sides.

“Nice try. You should know better than to mess with me by now,” Steve teased. He loosened his grip slightly to scratch at your belly. A rumbling laugh erupted in his chest when you screeched in protest and doubled over, suddenly much more frantic. “Oh, what’s this?”

“DAHAMNIT STE-HEE-HEVE!” Your grip on his hands was far too weak to even budge them now - not that you’d had any hope of succeeding before your muscles had weakened from his tickling. You leaned more heavily into him as you succumbed to laughter. He responded by lowering you down to lay on the floor beside him, freeing both hands to dart randomly around your sides and stomach. Weakly, you tapped your palm on the floor beside you in surrender. Steve threw in a few more exceedingly ticklish light scratches along your belly before relenting in his revenge.

“That’ll teach you,” he teased with a grin, offering you a hand to help you off the ground. You grasped your abdominal muscles that were now aching from laughter.

“I-hi… I’ll probably still mess with you,” you admitted breathlessly. Steve made a noise of protest in his throat and reached over to pinch your side, but you swatted his hand away. “Noho more! You’ll kill me!”

“So dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. “Here - here’s your ice cream. Hope it melted while you were tormenting me.”

“Harsh!” You snatched it from his hand and stuck out your tongue, then turned to look at Bucky. "And you - you were zero help, thank you."

"Hey! I held him down for you! I was very helpful, in my personal opinion."

The three of you went right back to your friendly bickering session, as though nothing had happened. Any outside might wonder how you could all be friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs.