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i thought that i was dreamin' (when you said you love me)
⤷ lee!ryland grace, ler!reader, fluff, 1.5k words
"yeah." you laugh before he's consumed by his own anxious thoughts. "i'd like that."
"okay." he whispers, a promise splashing in the cold air.
"okay." you echo as his hand circles your waist, thumb brushing over your hipbone, guiding you to his seat like a fiery lantern in the darkness.
bnbg (i'll ring a brand new baby girl)
⤷ ler!steve harrington, lee!reader, fluff, 1.5k words
by then, you were long asleep in his arms. he set you down on the car seat, pulling your seatbelt on and being careful not to wake you. kissing your forehead, he whispered some words he knew you would never hear- yet he needed to spell them out for the stars to see.
or: you think you're just a brand new girl for steve to fuck.
the hail mary tumbles across the expanses of space, 11.9 light-years from earth. you listen to ryland grace's pulse knowing it makes you feel alive.
he makes you feel alive.
if you choose to run away with me (i will tickle you internally)
⤷ ler!ryland grace, lee!reader, fluff, 1.2k words
"so you agree then."
"what?" your voice comes out squeakier than intended.
"you want," ryland whispers tauntingly. "to be tickled by me."
'til you lift me off the floor (and love me again)
⤷ ler!ryland grace, lee!reader, fluff, 1.3k words
in your defence, it had began with a casual comment- a friendly jab, as you'd like to say. maybe it was childish, but it was always wildly entertaining to see dr. ryland grace's patience snap at someone calling him a flattened tyre.
it's not your fault ryland decides to pin you down and tickle you.
and we fall asleep to the scent (of long stemmed roses)
⤷ ler!ryland grace, lee!reader, fluff, 1k words
"rylahand, i'm sohorry-" your own hysterical giggling cut you off, and he laughs, very pointedly at you.
"i'm so doing this every time you're being a little twerp." his nails are still trailing around your ears and your shoulders shrug up, despite not deterring him at all.
i'm addicted (and i'm never coming down)
⤷ ler!ryland grace, lee!reader, fluff, 1.5k words
"you wouldn't." your growing flush does nothing to conceal the pounding blood in your ears.
"oh, but i would."
fool (look into my eyes and baby, whisper)
⤷ ler!henry creel, lee!reader, telepathic restraints, 0.8k words
“henry, i said i was sorry.”
“sorry doesn’t cut it, sweetheart,” he mused as your hands shot up instinctively beside your head, offering surrender.
he did not accept.
the way henry stalked towards you, eyes wide in anger, each step radiating power- it made you shiver in anticipation. you knew he would be entirely merciless. you knew he wouldn’t stop until he was completely satisfied.
i could sparkle up your eye
⤷ ler!ryland grace, lee!reader, fluff, 0.6k words
ryland grace is a menace.
"pleh-eheahse, i- i cahaan't!"
"can't what?" his fingers trail quickly down your sides and you damn near squealed, fighting the urge to smack him across his smug face.
gap-tooth smile (god, i count my blessings from the one eyed dove)
⤷ ler!steve harrington, lee!dustin henderson (ft. the party), fluff, 1.3k words
love was a strange thing.
that was the thought that ran through steve harrington’s pretty head as his beamer trekked through the streets, swerving to a stop before hawkins high. school used to be a place for honing popularity, perhaps for choosing his next fatuous hookup- and albeit his king steve status, he had felt empty inside.
not anymore.
or: steve harrington being bullied by his nuggets.
i'm no spirit seeker (i can't sleep through the tears)
⤷ lee!sherlock holmes, ler!john watson, 3k words
sherlock goes on a date.
"my dear watson, are you... jealous?"
you're on your own (flash mountain is getting you up)
⤷ ler!henry creel, lee!reader, romantic, kind-of au, 1.9k words
“excuse me,” a quiet, child-like voice cut through the air and you felt a tiny hand tap your shoulder. “can i have some more crayons, please?”
smiling gently, you turned to find a very perplexed seven holding a broken red crayon. you agreed and made your way to the dark storage room.
distracted by the task on your mind, you didn’t notice the orderly’s footsteps echoing yours.
or: when someone from your old high school shows up at your new job at hawkins lab, you realise something about your past.
i'm dating a maniac
⤷ ler!jade west, lee!reader, romantic, fluff, 2.2k words
hey, jade west might be sadistic, overly rude, absolutely terrifying and ridiculously loud (seriously, your neighbours told you to stop inviting "your demonic girlfriend" over), but she was-
well, there is no "but".
i'll be okay.
⤷ ler!wanda maximoff, lee!reader, angst, fluff, 1.4k words
"i'll be okay."
"i'll be okay."
"i'll be okay."
those were the words that you kept telling yourself.
but you weren't okay. and you just might never be.
straws
⤷ ler!peter parker, lee!reader, fluff, 1k words
it is the sworn duty of every girlfriend on earth to annoy their boyfriend. it is the way it was, the way it is, and the way it always will be. you do wish that peter would be more understanding of this universal rule, of course.
18+ SMUT BELOW CUT
mutual future (repeat)
⤷ ler!steve harrington, lee!readervibrator-use, some lavender oil, degradation, 1.1k words
“h-hehey! gehet ofuf!”
you swatted steve’s wriggling fingers away from your sides, turning to face him. his brown eyes widened into a teasing grin, but the unmistakable bulge in his jeans told you he was really fuckin' impatient.
“baby, you’ve been working for ages,” he pouted. “wanna tickle you already.”
i want your video (i'm your moon, you're my star)
⤷ ler!steve harrington, ler!jonathan byers, lee!reader, bondage, video tape, 0.9k words
“did you do it yet?” steve asked, unable to conceal the high-pitched tilt of excitement evident in his voice.
“calm down, harrington,” jonathan snarked as he adjusted the tripod.
“okay, but i just really wanna tickle our girl,” steve whined, throwing a glance at you.
the way they were talking so mind-numbingly casually while you just lay on the bed, steve on your hips, hands tied up by your head…
it made you really fuckin’ wet.
pretty please (i wanna get off but you're such a tease)
⤷ ler!steve harrington, lee!reader, handcuffs, 1k words
“hey, baby.”
steve had that look in his eyes. hungry. wild. the type when he gets back from a particularly uneventful shift at the wsqk with robin. the type when he wants nothing more but to make himself feel less suburban boring, and make his girl really, really satisfied. the type when he wants to tie you up and tickle you until you see stars.
he was going to make it really fucking good.
I really liked this idea but idk if someone did it already. If that’s the case it was totally on accident. Anyway that’s all I don’t believe I wrote for them yet sooo… here we are! Enjoy❤️
Warnings: None really except a ton of fluff, also that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling
Summery: Tony spars with Peter, until he pulls a certain trick that leaves Peter rather helpless…
It was one of those days when Tony had set time aside for Peter to work on his hand to hand combat skills. Sure, the kid had super strength and agility, but Tony was adamant that being Spider Man wasn't just about relying on webs and sarcasm. So here they were, in the middle of a makeshift training area in the Stark Tower gym, dressed in casual workout clothes, ready for a sparring session.
“You know, Mr. Stark, we could’ve done this with, like, the suits on. That would’ve made it more authentic.”
Tony smirked, stretching his arms above his head. “Kid, if you can’t handle me without the suit, what makes you think you’d stand a chance against any big bad villain? No more stalling. Let’s go.”
Peter rolled his eyes but took a fighting stance. “Alright… but don’t get offended if I go easy on you…”
Tony snorted with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And whats that supposed to mean? Think I’m too old to keep up with a quirt like you?”
Tony laughed. “Relax kid, I’m messing with you. Don’t underestimate me because you have superpowers and I’m just a simple man… who happens to be a genius… now come on let’s go…”
The sparring then began. Peter kept darting in and out of Tony’s reach, his spider sense giving him an advantage. Tony, though not enhanced, had many years of experience, as well as sharp reflexes. His movements were precise, calculated for an adult man.
They danced around the mat, Peter occasionally landing hits, while Tony worked on wearing him down.
Suddenly, Tony feigned a misstep, stumbling just enough to bait Peter in. The teenager lunged forward, and Tony took advantage of the moment, twisting around and pressing a specific spot on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter gasped, and his legs giving out beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, leaving him completely immobilized.
“What the—?!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening.
Tony crouched down next to him, looking amused. “Pressure point. An old trick. You’ll thank me when I teach it to you. For now, though…” He poked Peter’s arm, which remained limp and unresponsive. “You’re not going anywhere for a bit...”
Peter’s cheeks flushed. It couldn’t possibly get more humiliating than this… being immobile and helpless in front of his literal idol of all people!
“Mister Stark this is so unfair! I can’t move!”
“Exactly why it’s effective. Now, let’s see…” Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully, his gaze scanning Peter’s prone form. “What can I do with a completely helpless Spider-Kid?”
Peter’s eyes widened a bit. “Wh… what?.”
“Oh, Dont worry…” Tony assured him with a small grin. “You know I’d never seriously hurt you… but.. ” A mischievous grin spread across the billionaires face. He leaned down, and gently wiggled his fingers menacingly over Peter’s torso. “I enjoy messing with you…”
“No, no, no, no!” Peter protested, his voice rising in panic. He instinctively tried to squirm away, but he was completely immobile.
Tony’s fingers descended towards his sweater, dancing lightly over Peter’s ribs. The reaction was immediate. Peter let out a squeaky laugh, his Spidey sense going into overdrive despite the paralysis.
“Mihihister Stahahark! Nohohoho!” Peter burst out, his laughter high-pitched and uncontrollable.
Tony chuckled. “Oh, this is just gold. I didn’t realize you were this ticklish, kid. And here I thought spiders were supposed to be tough.”
Peters head shook a bit, with his neck being the only muscles on his body not paralyzed, his face turning a bit red. Tony’s fingers found a rhythm, alternating between light scribbles and firmer prods along Peter’s sides and ribs.
“Th-THIhIhIhIS IhiHiHiHiS SOHohOhoHo EHeHeeHeHEVIhIHihIL!!!” Peter managed out hysterically through uncontrollable laughter.
“You’re just the cutest giggly mess, aren’t you…” Tony teased, grinning. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s see…” He shifted his attention to Peter’s stomach, his fingers spidering over the surface of his hoodie.
Peter’s laughter grew more frantic. “No! NooHoOHOhOHO!!! NOHoHoHoT THEhEHEREHeHE! PleHEheHAhAhase!” Peter squealed out in panic.
“Oh? Bad spot?” Tony teased. He pulled up Peter’s sweater slightly, exposing his belly.
“N-no! Wahahait! Dohohohont—” Peter
But it was too late. Tony’s fingers lightly scratched at Peter’s belly, and the reaction was immediate.
Peter squealed more and laughed hysterically. His head shaking. “MIHIhiHiSTEHeHer STAHaHaHaHRK!!! PLeHEHEHEHASe…”
Tony chuckled, gently scribbled all over his belly. Peter squealed and laughed, his head shaking more as it was the only thing he could move.
Tony then accidentally brushed over his belly button, making Peter shriek and laugh hysterically.
Peter’s laughter went silent for a moment before he let out a loud squeal. “STOP! STA-HAHAHARK!”
“Belly button, huh?” Tony said, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Quite the sensitive nerves here for such a small spot…” He dug his fingers in gently, circling the sensitive area and poking in directly at the center, gently wiggling his finger in.
Peter was utterly helpless, tears developing by his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. “I CA-HAHAHANT TAKE IT!”
Tony finally took pity on him, pulling back and letting Peter catch his breath.
As the effects of the pressure point wore off, Peter sat up, glaring at Tony. “You… are… t-the wohohorst,” he panted, his hair disheveled and his face flushed.
Tony shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Maybe be a bit more aware I’m battle so this doesn’t happen, yeah?” He playfully poked Peters side, making him squeak.
“I’m never living this down, am I?”
“Not a chance, kid,” Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. “I think we can call this one another win for me. We can rematch again some other time.” He said, turning to leave the room.
Peter’s eyes widened “H-Hey! Dont just leave me like this!”
Tony chuckled as he walked away. “Don’t worry… it should ware off in a bit… although… maybe I should alert the others of your position…”
I managed to push myself into writing a small something!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pegasusflight77! I’m so thankful you’re in my life and I miss you so much, hopefully we can reunite soon, but for now enjoy this fic 💕
Word count: 864
Warnings: implied bedroom times(?)
“Y/N, wake uuuup~”
You opened your eyes to see your wife, Wanda, smiling gently down at you, you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Happy birthday honey.” She greeted, pressing a kiss on your cheek and taking your hand so you could sit up. She then gave you a tray with some pancakes and your favourite drink. The pancakes were topped with raspberries and syrup.
“You made me breakfast in bed?” You asked, unable to hold back a smile as she put the tray on your lap.
“Of course, I’m gonna spoil you silly today, and don’t worry, those aren’t gonna be the only raspberries you get today.” She winked cheekily as she poked your nose. “Now tuck in.”
You blushed at her comment, smiling shyly as you started eating your pancakes, knowing you had to be on edge for an onslaught of tickles at some point today.
Wanda treated you to a wonderful birthday, you had a picnic in the park and she took you kayaking despite her being a little anxious about it, and then the day finished with dinner at your favourite restaurant. It was your stereotypical lovey-dovey birthday with your lover, but that didn’t matter, you were with your wife and you got spoilt rotten.
The two of you were cuddled on the couch, having a movie marathon with snacks and wine, but you had soon come to realise that she was yet to attack you with tickles, so it was probably imminent.
You couldn’t help but wonder if she forgot, you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, you loved tickles, you loved the feeling of letting go and laughing whilst being close to Wanda, and you equally loved watching Wanda laugh under your teasing touch. On the other hand, you didn’t want to seem too desperate for it or bother her for it if she didn’t want to. You sat on the couch, conflicted as the movie came to an end.
Wanda could sense something was up, and she was almost certain that she knew what you were thinking about. Smirking, she gently glided her nails up and down your side.
You flinched, immediately knowing that she hadn’t forgotten, you bit back a smile and hid in Wanda’s shoulder, knowing full well what was about to happen.
“Aw, how could I forget? You almost got away with not getting your birthday tickles~” Wanda teased, pulling you close to her and wrapping her arms around your waist so you couldn’t escape.
“Wanda nonono you don’t have to do this!” You squealed out, fighting back giggles as Wanda skittered her nails into your sides.
“Awww but I can’t let you escape without your birthday tickles!” She teased, nuzzling her nose into your neck as she moved up to your ribs and shook it gently, smiling as you arched your back and burst into giggles. She made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t get away.
“NAHAHAH BABY!” You laughed out, kicking and pushing at her hands, but you knew you were trapped since Wanda could use her magic at any given moment.
“Aw, this is too cute!” She cooed in your ear and now teasingly slipped her hands under your shirt and fluttered her fingers lightly into your tummy, making your giggles raise a good few octaves.
The witch smirked, positioning the two of you so you were basically stretched across her lap, she used her magic to hold your hands out against your sides, and she then slowly lifted your shirt up.
“Hey? Remember when I said this morning that the raspberries on your pancakes weren’t the only ones you were gonna get?” She asked teasingly.
“And do you also remember when I discovered how ticklish to raspberries you are?” She continued, grinning evilly as you shook your hand and already began giggling.
“Nonono Wanda don’t you dare!” You squealed out as your wife slowly leaned down towards your tummy.
She didn’t hesitate any longer and leaned down and blew a huge raspberry on your tummy, causing you to screech with laughter and thrash around helplessly.
“NOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHANDA!” You laughed out helplessly, feeling her fingers scribble into your tummy in between the torturous raspberries.
“Y/N! You’re so cute!” Wanda grinned, continuing the tummy torture since she knew it was your favourite spot.
You kept laughing and squealing as Wanda peppered raspberries all over your tummy, scratching her nails over the sensitive skin. She smiled fondly as she looked down and saw you a laughing, screeching mess.
Eventually, she let you up, she didn’t want you too exhausted for the next activity of the night. She ran her fingers through your hair and leaned down to gently kiss you, which you returned gratefully.
“You are an absolute meanie.” You puffed out, sitting up when Wanda eventually released your arms, but you were still smiling so you clearly didn’t mean it.
Wanda smirked, now picking you up bridal style. “Don’t worry, you’re about to be even more out of breath.” She teased before carrying you to the bedroom.
Your birthday finished wonderfully, and you lay there in bed with a satisfied smile on your face, happy and in love.
OK SO!!! I had the cutest idea :3 Peter (one) and reader are either silly besties or dating or both :3 and they are both crazy tired drunk considering it’s past 3 am and because of all the silliness they get into a tword fight! (Possibly more Lee reader cause I feel like Peter would be feral when hyper and sleep deprived 🤣) and eventually Tony comes in and is like wtf is wrong with you two idiots?? GO TO BED!!! (Secretly loves seeing his kids all giggly and adorable :3 🥺❤️) and then they both end up crashing and getting sleepy but they are still a little giggly about some jokes/moments which leads to more tickles and it’s like sleepy cuddly giggly tickles 😭❤️ and then they both get supppperrrr sleepy and end up falling asleep in each others arms with smiles on their faces and tony comes back in cause he’s scared the children are dead 😂 and sees the adorableness and proceeds to post it to the avengers group chat and it ends in them waking up being like WHO THE FUCK TOOK A PICTURE OF US!? 🤣 (ok definitely mutal pining/idiots in love but they just don’t admit it yet 🥹)
okayokay so this was kinda just written with you in mind teddy xD
i love ya and i hope you enjoy this silly lil fic!!
“Uno!” you called out. You grinned to yourself as you glared playfully over your final card at Peter, who had somehow collected fifteen cards throughout the game. His eyes squinted suspiciously as he hesitantly placed down the yellow three before he jolted backward in shock when you slammed down the red three, winning you the game.
“C’mon!” Peter fell sideways onto the carpet with a groan. “We’ve been doing this for five hours! How have I not been able to win even once?”
“I’m just too good!” You giggled as you playfully hit his shoulder. Looking over at the clock on the wall, you saw he was correct: it was past three in the morning, and not another soul was stirring in the entire Avengers tower. Both of you had been blinking sleep from your eyes for a while, but neither wanted to go to bed. Most of the other heroes had missions they were absent for, but the few still at the tower were fast asleep.
Peter yawned, bringing your attention back to him. It was so rare that you two spent so much time with each other. You missed the messy-haired hero a lot when he wasn’t around, and now that you two had the weekend mission-free, you were utterly adamant that you would make the most of it. You yawned, too. The stubbornness that made you such a valuable addition to the team was matched only by the spiderling. Grinning, you picked up the cards and began to reshuffle them.
“No, please, no more,” Peter whined sleepily, smiling despite his tone. “Can we play something else?”
“Like… Battleship? You know I’m always down to beat you again,” you giggled and stuck out your tongue. The two of you may have been on par with stubbornness, but you had him and everyone else soundly beat when it came to board games, to the degree that Tony insists you’re somehow cheating.
“Absolutely not! I’d rather take a hive of wasps,” Peter grumbled, sitting back up with a huff. He hummed in thought before grinning. “I know a game we can play.”
You tilted your head a bit, interested. “What did you have in mind?”
“Close your eyes for a second.”
Doing as you were told, you closed your eyes, sitting perfectly still and trying to guess what Peter was doing. Unfortunately for you, Peter was among the stealthier Avengers, something he demonstrated when you felt his hands grab you from behind, scribbling over your tummy.
“We should have a tickle fight!” Peter giggled into your ear as you erupted into bubbly laughter. “This is a game I know I can win!”
“YouhuhU LihIhihIttle ShihihIhihit! GehehEHet OhohohOFf!!” You kicked your feet, sending Uno cards flying all over the room. Peter wiggled his fingers up to your ribs, and your laughter kicked up a notch as you thrashed about in his grasp.
“I’ll do no such thing! I’m stronger than you, little cutie!”
Your face instantly began heating up. Whether or not the tease was intentional, it was extraordinarily flustering to hear from Peter Parker. You swatted at his hands as you squeaked, and, so experienced to losing tickle fights, Peter knowledgeably grabbed one of your wrists and held it up so he could scribble in the hollow of your underarm, making you shriek in surprise.
Suddenly, you both heard the unmistakable sound of a middle-aged man clearing his throat in disapproval. Looking over, you both saw a very grumpy Tony Stark leaning against the doorway.
The silence hung in the air for a while before Peter whispered, “You can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears,” and the two of you burst into hysterical giggles.
Tony groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose in fond agitation. “I would ask what you two kids are doing awake this late at night, but I don’t want to know. Bedtime is now-time.” He pointed to the two twin beds in either corner of the room, then folded his arms over his chest. “You two have got to start going to bed on time.”
Peter giggled a little more, saying, “But that would be such a stark difference from what we usually do!” His pun made you both again dissolve into sleepy, senseless laughter.
Sighing, Tony again cleared his throat. It was very obvious to all the other inhabitants of the tower that Tony utterly adored the two youngest members of the team. He was clearly struggling to speak seriously before the two giggly children on the carpet. “Peter,” he said firmly, giving him that look that the spiderling instantly took to mean he had reached the limit.
“Yes, Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark. We’ll go to bed right away, Mr. Stark.”
Tony grinned wearily and nodded. “I’ll check back in half an hour. If you two aren’t asleep by then, I’m changing the Wifi password.” With that, he left and shut the door behind him.
It turns out the two young heroes didn’t even have the strength to make it into their beds. Still in a clingy mood from your tickles, you held onto Peter’s arm tightly, and both of you made a concerted effort to reach his bed, but in the end, collapsed onto Peter’s bean bag. You both yawned simultaneously, giggling about Peter’s bad jokes.
The spiderling smiled, encouraged by your giggles. His hand slowly reached down and began tracing up your side. “The itsy bitsy spiderrrr…” Peter mumbled, slurring his words in exhaustion.
You felt your face heating up again and scooted away from his hand, inadvertently snuggling closer to Peter. “Dohohohon’t!”
“Dohon’t what, cutie?”
Whining, you were too sleepy to squirm away as he continued gently tracing your sides. “Tihihickle meeee…” you mumbled.
“That’s what I’m doing, silly~!”
You huffed and buried your face in his shoulder. “Jeheherk!” Although you didn’t say so, the tickles were very relaxing, almost lulling you to sleep -more than almost. When his breath finally evened out to sleep, you didn’t stand a chance. Both of you were out like lights.
Tony walked back in, expecting to deal with more patented Peter Snark. To his surprise, he saw the two little heroes tuckered out on the beanbag, holding each other tightly with big cozy smiles on both of their faces. Tony pressed a button on his glasses, taking a secret photo, before pulling it up on his phone to send to the official Avengers group chat, followed by a heart emoji. He yawned and shut the door behind him. Going to sleep sounded like a pretty good idea.
The chipper chirps of midday birdsong were interrupted by a shriek of embarrassment. “Wake up. Peterpeterpeter, wake the hell-!” You shoved at his shoulder frantically, not looking up from your phone.
The spiderling jolted awake, mumbling a Star Wars reference that was quickly cut off by a gasp when he looked at his phone. It was noon - they were supposed to be awake for combat training five hours ago! But that wasn’t the worst: the Avengers group chat had been active. He looked back through the messages, his face redder and redder as he read through the messages filled with the other Avengers gushing over the adorableness of the two young heroes. Peter finally reached a message from Tony, and upon seeing the image of the two of them snuggling together, he looked up, wide-eyed, at you. You looked at him right back.
A heartbeat.
Cuties.
You both cleared your throats and stood, quickly running to prepare for training. However, you not-so-subtly saved the image to your camera roll, making you smile every time you saw it.
Life on Valaheim could get boring very fast and add the constant guards around you because you are the princess of Vanaheim, there really wasn't anything fun to do.
Thats when you met Loki Odinson, the Royal family of Asgard were in Vanaheim due to the rise of violent attacks across the nine realms.
You two hit it off straight away, becoming a mischief duo that made you notorious around the palace, you guys pulled pranks on everyone, especially the old grumpy people who could use a little laughter in their old and dark days.
But that didn't mean that either of you were safe from the other.
One day after successfully pranking Loki you had run off to your guest chambers, giggling your head off as you hear pounding footsteps behind you.
"Y/N! I am supposed to be in a board meeting!" Loki yells from behind you in soaking wet clothes.
That's right, you had dumped water from a staircase on a frost giant that was a good half a meter taller than you.
You really were fearless.
You slipped through the long corridor and ran into your guest chambers.
"You really aren't good at hiding" you heard his smooth voice behind you that sends a shiver down your spine before being airborn for a hot second and landing onto your bed, Loki making quick work of pinning you down.
"Oh come on lokes it was just a harmless little pran-KHIHIH" you squalled at the end of your sentence as Loki drilled into your ribs.
"Then you won't mind some harmless little tickles" he said with a smirk before poking around on the upper side of your ribs, right under you armpits.
"AHHAHHAHHAA LOKIHIHIHIHI!" you screamed over your laughter.
"Yes that's my name princess" he grinned as he continued to tickle you to tears.
"YOU JERKHAHHAHHAHA"
"Ah it seems my brother has been teaching you Midgard slang, how thoughtful of him" Loki mused as he went in for the kill. Your hips.
A unholy shriek left your lips, twisting and turning around desperately to escape his torture.
Just as your laughter turned silent he rolled off of you and laid beside you on the bed "You are one giggly princess"
"You are one annoying prince" you said through gasps of air.
He gasped in fake offense and poked your ribs again.
"ehHih no more" you giggled rolling away from him, and so you just laid there beside him.
Not knowing that Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard was slowly but surely falling in love with you, the adorable, beautiful princess.
Pairing: co star!Tom Hiddleston x teen!reader (platonic)
Warnings: Tom laying on reader [side of thighs], tickling, fluff, sassy reader
Word count: 0.6k
Summary: Tom wanted to get comfortable with his little co star. However, y/n had none of it. This was until Tom made them change their mind.
A/N: wow. It’s February and I come back with a fluffcember fic. I hope you guys like it <3
Just when the set moved outside, the weather turned freezing cold with a storm of snowflakes. Although you deeply loved the Christmassy time and everything that comes with it, you hated the cold. For some reasons, today you couldn't stop shaking, even while being coated in those extremely big winter jackets. Just nothing helped to cure your shaking state - except a hot chocolate and the warmth of your own little trailer.
When the director told you to finish, you immediately ran over to your little space. You've opened the door, closed it before cold air could hit the comfortable warmth and let yourself sink down on your couch. On your right was the red velvet blanket you originally bought for your room at home, but somehow you always brought it back to set. So it stayed here eventually.
Before you ran off to warm up, you invited Tom over. Tom Hiddleston to be exact. He was working alongside you on this movie and was the best on set colleague you've ever had - up to this day.
As you got cozy and warm, a knock on the door brought you back into reality. With a 'come in!', the door has opened and a freezing Tom walked in. You felt the breeze of cold air stinging you like a painful needle in your skin.
"Close the door!" You begged, squeezing your eyes shut as if this would prevent you from getting cold again. He chuckled and closed the door, kindly enough taking off his shoes and joining in on your cozy spot on the couch. He laid his head down on your thigh, the side of it, and closed his eyes.
"You're my new pillow." He stated. Something you weren't quite a fan of considering the fact that you would be in need of one.
"I am not-"
"Pshhh." He interrupted, "pillows don't talk."
You let out an inaudible gasp, your mouth hanging wide open.
"Excuse me? I could easily kick you out - hey!" His hand squeezed the flesh above your kneecap and your leg jerked out.
"No need to take it literally." He chuckled and squeezed your thigh, eliciting some sweet giggles coming from you. Tom's smile grew wider with every second more of your giggles. His hand crawled up the front of your thigh and slowly moved over to the flesh around your hipbone. Merciless, he sighed his thumb repeatedly into the ticklish skin. You jolted forward at the agony, belly laughter creeping up your lungs until they’re set free into the space of the warm room.
“Oh, didn’t know this was some kind of massage pillow…” he stated ironically, “though this might be a weird setting.”
“TOHOM!” You screeched out, your hand reaching down to his wrist which you desperately grabbed in an attempt to push him off. This only gave him the chance to twist his hand around, now grabbing your own wrist. You swallowed hard when you realised how screwed you were.
“Will you accept the fate of you being a pillow or do I have to keep digging?”
You really had to think for a moment. But you decided to let it sit with that.
“Okay… I’ll be your goddamn pillow.” You gave in, with a sigh. His eyebrow jumped up into a curve at the attitude you put on. With his free hand he tasers your stomach, making you squeak out like a silly dogs toy.
“Okay!”
“Good, now be quiet…” he chuckles and let go of your wrist, getting all comfortable on the side of your thigh, smiling satisfied at his winning competition.
How you hated his stubbornness, yet you loved his playfulness.
Request: Could you write a story where the reader challenges wanda to a ping pong game best of 3. The two agree that the lower should be tickled as a punishment. Each person wins one game but wanda wins the third. Rather than accept their fate, the reader runs around the compound with wanda (who is a bit slower) chasing after her. The reader escapes. Wanda recruits Yelena and Kate to go help chase the reader in like a hide and go seek type of way. Eventually the reader is caught wanda sits on the readers hips while the other two sit at either side of the readers head. They focus purely on upperbody tickling with an immense focus on the ribs and sides. Eventually they stop the tickling, the reader gets up and challenges Kate to a round of 5 in pingpong... (ler!wanda, ler! yelena, ler!kate x lee!reader)
Note: Thank you so much for this request! I had so much fun writing it and it was a very creative idea! Hope you enjoy!
Today there were no missions and you all had a day off at the compound. Given that Tony Stark was a rich man, there were rooms for any activity that you could think of. Today, you decided to challenge Wanda at a game of ping pong. You two had been in a long series of games, keeping track of who won what. You were both competitive and refused to lose without a fight.
“Ready to lose again?” Wanda asked, as you picked up your paddle.
“If I recall correctly, I beat you in basketball yesterday, so I’m actually ready to win again,” you corrected her cheekily.
“Wow, someone’s cocky,” Wanda tsked, sending some magic over to tickle your side.
“Ah! Wahahanda! That’s cheheheating!” You giggled, squirming around and trying your best not to fall.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that during the game,” Wanda smirked.
“Fine, let’s make a deal. We’ll play best of 3, all games to 11 points, and whoever loses gets tickled,” you said confidently.
“Deal,” Wanda said, sticking her hand out to shake on it.
Each one of you had won one game already, and it was down to the third game. The score was currently 10-9, and it was match point for you.
Wanda served the ball, and you returned it with ease, feeling a grin form on your face. Wanda turned her body, fooling you and thinking she would hit it in the direction she was facing. However, with a quick flick of her wrist, she shot the ball across her body, catching you off guard.
“Tie game!” Wanda cheered, having a trick up her sleeve.
You gritted your teeth, feeling the pressure now. Before the game, you both agreed that it was first to 11, and you would not go into a deuce to save time.
“Nervous?” Wanda asked, grinning evilly at you.
You shook your head, feeling your stomach turn with excitement and nervousness.
Wanda was one to take a risk to win, so she pulled out a trick serve to try and seal the game. She let the ball bounce on the table, before hitting underneath it, sending it super high in the air. The key was to not hit it too far.
You eyed the ball carefully, unsure if it was gonna go out or not. It was super close, and you swung your paddle as the ball came down. However, the ball just nicked the edge of the table before falling off, causing you to whiff and hit nothing but air.
“HA! I WIN!” Wanda cheered. However, you knew you were gonna get wrecked and couldn’t accept the fact that you lost, so you took off running in the compound. Where you were going, you didn’t know. But you knew that you would not give her the reward she had earned.
Wanda knew she could easily fly and catch you, but she decided to build up the suspense by participating in the chase. You had stellar speed, so you were able to escape her.
The witch ran into Kate and Yelena playing Go-Fish on the couch.
“What happened to you?” Yelena questioned, as the witch was clearly out of breath.
“I beat Y/N in ping pong, and we agreed that the loser gets tickled. However, she lost and was being a brat and ran off. Can you guys help me catch her?” Wanda asked the two girls.
They smirked at each other, both accepting the opportunity to chase and tickle you.
The three women took off, looking in places they thought you were hiding. You were currently in Natasha’s closet with the lights off. You heard Yelena enter the room, calling out your name.
“Oh Y/N! Come out, come out wherever you are!” Yelena said, adding a teasing tone to her voice.
You peeked through the small crack of the door, watching as Yelena ventured further into the room. As soon as she got in enough, you threw the door open and bolted out of the room.
“Come back here Y/N!” Yelena shouted, while also yelling out to Wanda and Kate that she had found you.
You sprinted at full speed, ducking into a bathroom and closing the door.
You giggled with glee, knowing that you had an advantage speed wise. You positioned yourself to where you would be behind the door when it opened, meaning they wouldn’t see you. Or so you hoped.
Kate opened the door to the bathroom and turned the lights on. If it were somebody else, you probably would have been caught. However, Kate was a bit clumsy and not thorough in her search, as she took a quick peek inside and left.
You sighed in relief, but were starting to get a bit thirsty from all the running. You knew it was risky, but you decided to venture to the kitchen to get a drink.
You tiptoed slowly out of the bathroom, taking quiet steps through the compound. You found it weird that you hadn’t seen Wanda in a while, given that she was the one who was mainly trying to find you.
You finally made it to the kitchen, as you did a quiet fist pump. However, you were startled and jumped when you heard a voice from above.
“I knew I’d find you eventually,” Wanda said, smirking down at you. Wanda was flying above, as she used her flying abilities to scout around the compound where you were.
You quickly downed a cup of water and tried to take off. However, this time, Wanda was not letting you escape. She flew down and grabbed you, as you kicked and shouted for her to put you down.
“Kate! Yelena! I found her! Meet me in Y/N’s room!” Wanda called out, as she flew with you in her arms to your bedroom.
“Put me down! You insisted, squirming in her grasp.
“You think you can mess with me?” Wanda asked, gently tossing you on the bed.
“Well clearly I did,” you said with an eye roll.
Just then, Kate and Yelena entered the room, to your surprise.
“What are they doing here?” You asked Wanda.
“They’re here to help me tickle a brat to tears,” Wanda explained with a grin.
“W-What?” You stuttered.
“You heard me,” Wanda said.
“But that’s not fair! It’ll be 3 vs 1!” You cried, now sitting up quickly to bolt. However, Wanda tackled you and sat on your hips to prevent you from going anywhere.
“Better luck next time. Maybe you should work on your ping pong skills and you won’t be in this predicament,” Wanda teased.
“Girls, why don’t you go ahead and hold Y/N’s arms above her head?” Wanda asked, as you quickly wrapped your arms around your torso.
Yelena and Kate tried to grab your arms away from your torso, but you were stubborn and used all your strength to not allow it.
Wanda began to scratch at your sides, making you burst into giggles, weakening you by the second.
“Wahanada stahahap!” You giggled, as your strength was depleting.
Eventually, Kate and Yelena tickled your neck, which made you even weaker. They grabbed your arms and pinned them above your head, leaving your entire upper body open.
“This is your punishment for losing…and for running from me,” Wanda said, as she reached down and began to claw at your ribs, making you gasp in ticklish surprise.
“WAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!” You laughed, arching your back as much as you could.
“What's wrong Y/N, does that tickle?” Wanda cooed, as she dug in between your ribs.
You screamed with laughter, begging for her to stop.
“Stop? We’re just getting started,” Wanda teased, as she signaled to the girls to join in.
Kate and Yelena both used one hand to hold your arms and the other to now wiggle into your armpits, causing you to squeal.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you shrieked, shutting your eyes tightly in despair.
Wanda moved her hands back down to your sides, making you snort and pull desperately at your arms. You tried to buck against her, but this only made her bend down and blow a raspberry on your tummy.
“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD,” you laughed and shouted.
Kate and Yelena stopped tickling your armpits, as Wanda now raked her nails over your soft stomach.
You sucked in your stomach, trying to avoid the tickles and hold in your laugh. Wanda caught on to this, and stuck her finger in your belly button to make you bark out with laughter.
“Are you gonna stop being a sore loser?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Are you?” You responded back, immediately regretting it when Wanda went full force, spidering and squeezing up and down your sides, and scratching her sharp nails over your delicate exposed ribs.
“OHOHOKAHAHAY WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP ENOHOUGH IHIHI CAHAHANT,” you pleaded, as Wanda stopped to give you a break to see if you were being serious.
“Say you lost and this will all be over,” Wanda warned you.
You laid there for a bit catching your breath. Kate and Yelena began to lightly drag their nails over your arms, stopping just before the armpit to make you freak out in anticipation. Over and over they did this, as you struggled against them.
Wanda felt you squirm and buck slightly under her, but she knew it wasn’t from the tickling. You were trying to escape.
Wanda moved down slightly before giving you a look of warning.
“Are you gonna say it?” She asked.
You shook your head firmly, bracing yourself for the next attack.
“Your funeral,” Wanda sighed, as she began to squeeze and dig into your hips. Kate and Yelena also resumed their armpit tickle attack, which sent you over the edge.
You screamed and gasped for them to stop, eventually breaking out of their grip and tapping out on the bed as Wanda continued her hip tickle assault.
Wanda ceased her tickling, as you muttered out that you lost.
“What was that?” Wanda asked.
“Yeah we couldn’t hear you,” Kate and Yelena both chimed in.
You rolled your eyes, before jumping as Yelena poked your ribs.
“Okay stop!! I said I lost!” You said desperately, now curling up to protect all of your ticklish spots.
“Atta girl,” Wanda said, ruffling your hair as you swatted at her in annoyance.
“I may not be able to beat you at ping pong, but I can definitely beat Kate,” you huffed in annoyance.
“Hey! Why am I getting dragged into this!” Kate exclaimed.
“Sounds like Y/N is challenging you,” Yelena said.
“Loser gets tickled?” You suggested again, knowing that Kate had no ping pong experience.
“I didn’t agree to that!” Kate shouted, now getting worried.
“Too late!” You said, taking off for the ping pong table for a best of 5 match.
We’re back! Life took over so we’re so sorry for kinda abandoning this blog. But we’re back with all the fluff, enjoy this fic of Wanda bringing out Yelena’s softness. 💕
Natasha had asked Wanda to look out for her sister while she was away on a mission. The witch had no issues making sure she ate as everyone including the blonde widow loved her cooking, but when it came to emotional comfort….Yelena was often closed off.
Yelena was drained, she had agreed to train up Kate on her basic sparring skills whilst trying her best to look out for her big sister despite Natasha insisting that she was fine. A lot of changes had happened recently so she wanted to recharge, and she only knew how to do that by shutting herself in her room.
Wanda could sense the weight of her thoughts, trying not to intrude on specifics, she knocked, “Lena?”
The blonde Widow’s eyes opened the second she heard the first knock, thinking it was her big sister. “You’re back early…”
“Hey, I'm sorry, it's Wanda not Nat,” her eyes sympathetic, a soft smile on her lips.
“Wanda?” She murmured out, genuinely confused yet not moving from her position on the bed, laying down on it with her head stuffed in the pillows.
“Yes…it's me. I, uh, snuck up some cookies if you'd like? Or maybe we can just hang out?” She tried,wanting to care for the younger of the widow sisters but unsure. She and Nat had developed a camaraderie, and she and Yelena had even exchanged jokes, but she knew the blonde had yet to be truly open with anyone in the compound besides her sister.
She just shrugged. “No one is stopping you from joining me, but I am pretty burnt out right now so I may be no good for fun.” Yelena admitted, basically giving Wanda a chance to back out if she wanted to.
“I'm happy to just exist next to you,” she said, a little cheerful that Yelena would let her, as she opened the door and sat next to the blonde.
“Uh.. okay.” Yelena replied quietly, admittedly a little confused as to why Wanda wanted to spend time with her, since they don’t really hang out on a one to one basis.
“Nat did ask me to check in with you while she was away, but honestly…I've wanted to get to know you better as a whole. You appreciate my Sokovian dishes like no one besides Natasha. And you're funny, kind, and strong, but…I want to help you have more than one person you can feel safe with?” Wanda tried.
“You are a good cook.” Yelena told her. “However I do not have the energy to be entertaining enough or to even be a decent human.” She replied truthfully
“You are tired, I can massage you?” She offered gently, making Yelena briefly turn her head to look up at Wanda. “You… want to what?”
The redheaded witch bit her lip, “Massage you? I'm sorry if it was a weird suggestion…you just seem tense and…”
“I am a tense person, what can I say?” She replied quietly. “I am not used to the feeling of relaxation.”
“So…may I massage you?” Wanda asked quietly. Yelena just shrugged. “I guess.”
The witch gently sat behind Yelena, beginning by kneading her shoulders. The spy was clearly hesitant to relax, and was a little more tense when Wanda touched her, but there was something about her touch which allowed her to maybe relax a little into the sensation.
“I'm adding a little magic, is that okay?” The witch asked softly. Yelena couldn’t help but bite her lip, a little hesitant about what it was going to feel like, but nodded anyway.
She used the magic to gently heat her hands, adding a little pulsing which gently loosened the knots, “Is this still okay?”
Yelena couldn’t help but embrace the feeling a little, not expecting it to feel the way it did, she felt her knots releasing as she brought her arms up to rest her head on them.
Wanda smiled fondly, “I can feel the knots releasing,” and then massaged down, pulsing into her ribs now, but the magic ever so gently vibrated them.
Yelena couldn’t help but flinch, tensing a little again but tried to continue the conversation. “As can I…” she replied quietly.
“Oh sorry did that hurt? I saw you flinch,” Wanda checked in, afraid she'd hurt Yelena with her magic. The blonde wasn’t sure on how to respond, she was usually a direct person but she wasn’t completely sure on whether she could be open with her yet, so she just shook her head silently.
The witch nodded, working her way down, and kneaded into her back now, vibrating the gently heated magic into her lower back, but the magic was dancing through the widow too.
Yelena couldn’t help but kick a little, trying to keep her upper body still so she could try and maintain her toughness.
Wanda had no idea the way the gentle magic was exiting Yelena's body, now pulsing down through the back of her hips and kneading her thumbs there, “Nothing too painful? Your knots are going, just trying to get your lower back softened.”
She nodded, scrunching her face up and being thankful Wanda couldn’t see, she sucked in a breath and tried everything she could to remain stubborn. “You’re good-“
“Are you sure? I know you're strong Yelena, but if I'm hurting you, I promise I won't be offended or think less of you if you tell me?” The redhead said gently, softening the magic more so it was now like feathers dancing on her insides.
Yelena shook her head, biting back giggles now as she tried to maintain herself, it was absolute torture to do so.
“Oh sweetie you're so tense, are you sure I'm not hurting you?” Wanda said with the most sincere concern as she lightened the magic even more and kneaded her thumbs between her hips and spine, but gently.
“I’m sure, and I’m not a sweetie!” She replied, wiggling around a little now as she arched her back ever so slightly.
Wanda tilted her head, taking the tiniest peak into Yelena's thoughts, she softened a little, and tried to let Yelena play tough, but made the magic that started as a massage, pulse through so it would gently shake her ribs and swirl her tummy, from belly button out, “Okay, if you're sure little widow.” The witch cooed softly.
Yelena blushed at the nickname, letting out a tiny yelp when she felt her bellybutton being fluttered, she tried to push herself into the bed to squish the feeling but to no avail.
“Oh I see,” Wanda smiled, and leaned in, “Is someone….” The witch whispered mischievously, “Ticklish?” And then sent a flurry of gentle magic to poke and explore and swirl Yelena's ticklish spots.
The stubborn spy gasped at the word, now kicking out as she shook her head. “Nope, not at all…” she replied quickly before holding her breath.
“Then why are you holding your breath, giggle bug?” Wanda cooed and spidered into her sides now as two red wiggly woos circled under her armpits, warm gentle magic swirled her belly button, wiggly woos danced on her ribs, and two fluttering woos weaved between her toes.
“Because it was sore?” Yelena tried, slamming her arms against her sides whilst slapping at her hands as she smiled into the pillow discreetly.
“Why are you slapping my hands like you're ticklish?” Wanda cooed knowingly, shaking her fingers into the lower backs of her ribs gently, “Goochiegoochiegoochie goo?”
“Again, because it hurt?” She tried again, still trying to do something to stop her magic as she now grinned into the pillow.
Wanda paused then, “I hurt you?” She asked, making Yelena pause too, unsure about how to go about things now.
The redhead then just sat on Yelena's back, deciding to give Yelena back scritches and tickles. “Maybe this instead?”
“Oh… I guess.” Yelena replied awkwardly, the feeling a little cold to her since she wasn’t completely comfortable around Wanda yet.
The mood change was clear, so Wanda tried the massage magic again, “Maybe I just need to work out these knots more hm?” She pulsed the back of her ribs with the warm magic.
Yelena gasped. “You never hurt me.” She told Wanda quickly, as normally as she could.
“Then what was that gasp?” The redhead smiled fondly and pressed into the backs of her hips, letting her magic gently course through the blonde.
“You simply surprised me…” Yelena told her, biting back another gasp as she scrunched her face up.
“Mhm,” Wanda chuckled and kneaded gently down Yelena's sides and toward her hips, causing the blonde to bite her lip as she arched away from her whilst reaching back and pushing at Wanda's hands.
The witch arched her eyebrow, “Hm? Why push me away? Hurting you….or am I tickling the big bad widow?” She cooed, her voice gentle.
“Nono, not at all…” Yelena replied quietly, a small blush on her face.
“Seems to me I'm tickling you pink,” Wanda whispered and snuck her fingers into the blondes armpits, making her let out a tiny squeal and slam her arms against her sides, shaking her head in protest.
“Awww cmon Yelena, just…let go,” she sent magic into the younger widow's armpits, smirking as Yelena finally let out a few giggles, the fingers and the magic under her arms at the same time broke her.
“Goochiegoochiegoochie goo there's a giggly wittle widow?” She smiled and spidered Yelena's armpits, magic gently pulsing out of them too.
“This isn’t fair!” Yelena protested, kicking her legs out as giggles kept spilling out
Wanda gasped playfully, “It's noooot? Then how about thiiiis?” And sent her magic dancing along Yelena's ribs, thighs, feet and through her belly, “Bougiebougiebougieboo!”
Yelena shook her head, rolling over to grab her hands as her giggles escaped more freely now. “It is nohohohot!”
The redheaded witch used her magic to pin Yelena's hands to the sides, blowing her shirt up just enough to peek her tummy out, and leaned down, “PFFFFT!” And raspberried the widow’s tummy.
“OHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHU!” Yelena laughed, pulling at her arms as she just thrashed her legs about, sucking her belly in at the same time.
Wanda grinned, letting her go, and then cuddling into her, laying gently on top of her with and “Umph.”
She pouted a little, but was thankful to take in deep breaths, unsure about whether to hug Wanda back as she wasn’t sure about affection still with anyone but her big sister.
“You can hug me back,” she smiled and spidered Yelena's armpits so she'd have to bring her arms down. The spy let out a few shy giggles and squeezed her arms against her sides instead.
The witch pouted playfully, “Huuug meeee,” and leaned down and nuzzled her tummy again, causing Yelena to pull her shirt down with a giggle, then awkwardly patted her back.
The witch bit her lip, “It's okay if you don't like hugs,” she assured her gently. Yelena bit her lip too, just not used to the affection, she felt bad for making Wanda feel awkward.
The redhead peered into the mind of the blonde, “Hm…okay,” and hugged her a little tighter, scritching her back gently.
“Huh?” Yelena asked innocently, but relaxed a little more into the feeling with a sigh. The redhead responded by adding her other hand, rolling so Yelena was on top of her now and scritched the slightly younger woman's back all over.
“Hey, I will squish you.” She murmured and went to roll off her.
The witch protested and pinned her gently within a magical hug, “If you leave I tickle you. So..admit you like the tickles or let me cuddle you and admit you like that?” Wanda teased, but her voice was sincere and loving.
Yelena’s eyes widened. “Well it is not like I can move right now…” she replied with an eye roll, but she shyly bit her lip.
She grinned and squeezed Yelena's sides and held her close, “Getchagetchagetcha!” The surprise attack made Yelena squeal as she began giggling immediately, trying to find a way to push her hands.
Wanda paused, laughing lovingly and booped her nose as she gently rocked the blonde, “You seem a bit more comfortable with me?” She asked softly.
Yelena bit her lip, but nodded. “I guess you are not too bad…”
“I'll take that as a compliment!” Wanda beamed.
The blonde just rolled her eyes, staying still and letting the witch embrace her. She may not be completely ready to give affection just yet, but the bonding did make her feel closer to her, physically and emotionally.
