I didn’t watch the entire spider man movie, but I did watch the clip with Yelena in it 🫣
Let’s just say, she said something that would’ve made a great fic prompt 🙈
Plus, this reignited my crush on her
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I didn’t watch the entire spider man movie, but I did watch the clip with Yelena in it 🫣
Let’s just say, she said something that would’ve made a great fic prompt 🙈
Plus, this reignited my crush on her
The Punishment for Lying
Summary: Peter decides to get to the bottom of a consistent lie you’ve been telling, all while keeping you as flustered as possible.
AN: I originally started writing this weeks ago so it could come out before Brand New Day buttt I forgot to save and lost all my progress. I still think this is cute though and I love how teasy Peter came out in this.
Characters: Ler!Peter Parker, Lee!Reader
This fic has no use of Y/N but had the reader in a romantic relationship with Peter Parker. This is also a tickle fic so be advised!
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“Pete… get up.”
“…No.”
You groaned and tried to push the heavy weight off of you. It was around 8am when you woke from the feeling of squirming on top of you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Peter Parker laying on you like you were a pillow. His head was tucked into the crook of your neck while one of his arms and legs laid across you, on top of that, half of his torso was practically on your side.
“You’re heavy… move.” You brought up a hand to shove him but he just grabbed it and pushed it back onto the bed.
“Nah I’m comfortable. Five more minutes.” Peter exhaled softly and his breath tickled your neck. On pure instinct, you shifted away from him. But Peter only chased you, pushing himself into you more and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Sorry, I forgot you were ticklish.”
“I’m not, you just caught me off guard.” You responded quickly, too quick. As if hearing the word ‘tickle’ was enough to make you nervous, which it was.
Peter chuckled, his voice low and slightly rough from sleep. “Really? This again?” Peter lifted his head and propped himself with his arm. “I know you’re ticklish, but every time you always insist you aren’t. Why’s that?”
“It’s because I’m not. You really did just catch me off guard.” You tried to sound composed but you could already feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach.
“You didn’t sound not ticklish last time. You were all ‘Peter stop! Please it tickles sooo much!’”
Your face went red as he brought up the last time he tickled you. It was during a movie you wouldn’t stop talking through, so he tickled every complaint out of you until you could sit quietly. You had insisted you weren’t ticklish then too, and he proved you wrong.
“I—! I’m not ticklish.” You decided to double down, knowing how this ended. You bit your lip and glanced at Peter’s hands slightly. But Peter noticed, so he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers just above your stomach.
“Maybe this time, I’ll tickle you until you tell me why you insist on lying so much. It would be nice to get some answers.” He said mischievously.
You froze. Telling Peter the truth, that you kept lying because it was the easiest way to provoke him into tickling you, would be so embarrassing. But before you had time to process, Peter was already tracing your sides.
“Come on bug, I can see you trying not to laugh. It’s easier if you let go…. Actually on second thought, it’s more fun if you let me drag it out of you. Cause then I get to do… this!” Peter went from tracing to full on scribbling up your sides and over your ribs.
“Pehehete! Hahahaha! I wasn’t ready!” You brought your hands down to grab his but he easily took both of your wrists and held them above your head with one hand.
“Oh you wanted a countdown?” Peter paused his tickling and lifted his hand up above your newly exposed armpit. Then he slowly lowered his hand down while wiggling his fingers. “10… 9… 8…”
You could barely stand to look at his hand like that. Your face was heating up more and it became harder not to burst into giggles the closer he got. “That’s not what I meant! Peter wait!”
“7… 6… 5…”
“No no! I’m not ticklish! Don’t!”
“4… 3… 2…” Peter paused for dramatic effect, and he was relishing in how giggly you were just from this.
“1!” His fingers touched down on your underarm and tickled like mad. You tried to twist away but he positioned himself to straddle your upper thighs. You were completely stuck and at his mercy now.
“Gahahaha! Peter! Plehehease! It—! Hahaha!”
“It what? Does it tickle? I’m curious how someone claiming to not be ticklish is laughing so hard right now. So, can you tell me?”
You didn’t have an answer for him, mainly because you were laughing too hard. You just shook your head and gripped onto the pillow your hands were held up against.
“No? You’ve got nothing to say? That’s fine, I’ll say it for you.” Peter grinned and moved his fingers to your stomach. He started with simple poking to make you squirm, but then he spidered his fingers across your stomach and even dipped his finger into your navel.
“You’re ticklish, bug. Really ticklish in fact. Do you want to tell me why you keep lying now?” Peter spoke in a deceivingly innocent voice, he even leaned close to your ear when he spoke.
“B-Becahahause!”
“Because what?”
You shut your eyes tightly and pressed your face into your arm, while trying to ignore how his teases were making your heart flutter. "Are you feeling shy?" Peter murmured, his smile was something between adoring and mischevious.
"I'm nohohot shy!"
"Sounds like you are, maybe just a tiny bit shy." Peter chuckled, "Come on, just tell me already! You know I’d never make fun of you, right?"
Somewhere in all the laughter, the tickling started to slow. You caught most of your breath and opened your eyes to look at him. His smile took your breath away, it was so wide you could see his dimples. Sunlight from the window landed on his face so perfectly that you could see the specks of hazel in his deep brown eyes. Peter must’ve noticed you staring because his cheeks went slightly pink.
“Are you going to tell me now?” He said softly while leaning a bit closer. Your chest was inches from his now.
“Pete I…” You took a deep breath and braced yourself for his possible reaction. “I like it. Not in a weird way! I just enjoy it!” You winced as you waited for his response.
But Peter just kept smiling and let out a small laugh. “I figured as much. But I wanted to hear you say it yourself. You realize you can just ask, right? There’s no reason to lie and provoke me.”
Your face went red again as his words set in. He really wanted you to just ask? It seemed so simple, almost too god to be true. “You’re serious? If I just asked at any time you wouldn’t mind?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah, any time. Besides, I love making you happy. And if this,” his fingers darted up your ribs to make you giggle “is what it takes, then I don’t mind.”
“Then… can I ask you something, Peter?” You asked, still nervous but with a bit more confidence.
“Of course, anything.”
“Can you… you know..”
Peter chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Don’t be shy. You already know the answer is yes.”
Your shut your eyes and took a quick breath before finally ripping off the metaphorical bandage and asking. “Can you… tickle me?”
Your question was answered by a raspberry on your neck followed by your giggly shrieks. Needless to say, neither of you got out of bed any time soon.
so looking forward to the spider-man BND tickle fics
Fantastically Ticklish
Summary: Johnny finds out the reader is ticklish and suddenly can’t fall asleep until he hears them laugh. So he makes it his mission to tickle you at least once before bed. Tonight, he decides to take advantage of the full body mirror in your room and show you how he likes to tickle you.
Characters: Ler!Johnny Storm, Lee!reader
The reader is gender neutral in this and there is no use of Y/N, as always this is a tickle fic so be advised!
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Johnny was playful with you.
It was how he showed love right before he let himself be soft. A flirty comment before a tight hug, a smack on the rear before a gentle kiss, and as of late, a tickle right before bed.
He had been antsy recently, a few rough missions and long hours made him miss you more than he expected. So after a movie night turned makeout session, his hand brushed against your side a little too much. Ever since he heard that first giggle, he found his fix for a long day.
That night, Johnny was sleeping over at your apartment. It wasn’t unusual for him to do so, if anything you preferred the nights when he slept over. Even with his new… habit.
You were getting ready for bed by the mirror, fixing yourself up, when Johnny came behind you with a hug. You welcomed it, of course.
“Getting ready for bed yet?” You asked as he planted a kiss to your cheek. Johnny just let out a soft hum and held you tighter.
“Mm, not yet. There’s one thing I need first. It’s super small, totally quick.” Johnny’s fingers started to trace up and down your sides, just testing the waters.
You squirmed slightly in his arms, a smile grew on your face. You hadn’t completely caught on to his plan yet, but this was definitely suspicious “Johnny, that— I’m sensitive there.” You murmured softly.
“Sensitive or ticklish?” Johnny’s voice was low and playful in your ear. Like he was trying to tickle you with his words. As his fingers creeped up towards your ribs, you jerked forward. Johnny easily pulled you back against his chest and chuckled.
“Ah ah, not yet. I still need something from you, firecracker. I can’t sleep without hearing you laugh. Surely you can spare a minute or two, right?”
His touch was getting bolder now, still gentle but slowly applying more pressure. He began to trace each of your ribs and snuck small pokes between them. You glanced up at the mirror in front of you and felt your face go warm when he met your gaze there. His smirk was incredibly cocky, like he was waiting for you to look up.
“Now that’s a good idea. Why don’t you watch? I’ll show you all my favorite tickle spots on you.” Suddenly you felt one of Johnny’s hands guide your chin to face the mirror. He adjusted his other arm to keep you pinned against him.
“Johnny, it’s late. Aren’t you tired?” You said as you watched his fingers flutter up your ribs. The smile on your face was evident now, along with the growing blush on your cheeks. You felt Johnny kiss your cheek again before poking up and down your side.
“Sure I am. But seeing your adorable smile gives me so much energy! Just look at how cute you are!” Johnny’s smirk had become a smile matching yours the second you started giggling. His pokes turned into scribbles as he finally tickled you for real.
“J-Johnny! Hahaha! Wait!” You jerked forward but Johnny just held you tight and continued. You could see him smirking in the mirror as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
“Now right here is my favorite spot to start with. You’ve got such ticklish ribs. It always gets you really squirmy which, by the way, is freaking adorable. Let me show you.” Johnny turned you to the side a bit but kept your face towards the mirror.
“See these ribs right here?” He poked a few of your upper ribs, which caused you to let out a particularly loud squeal. “These bad boys are the sweet spot. It gets you nice and warm for the good stuff.” Johnny chuckled, loving how shy you were getting with each detailed explanation of your tickle spots.
“Johnny I already know where I’m ticklish! You don’t need to show me!” You replied before being cut off by a squeal when Johnny gave those upper ribs a few pokes.
“Well duh. Everyone knows where they’re ticklish, but they don’t know how to be tickled. You gotta get someone, ideally a ridiculous handsome Good Samaritan like me, to show you. Like for example, you know your stomach is ticklish. But did you know about this sweet spot below your belly button?” Johnny’s hand went from your ribs to the spot he just described. As soon as his fingers started tickling that spot, you burst into more laughter.
“Yes I did—! Hahahahaha! Johnny!”
“Oh you did? Guess I exploit this spot too much then. Oh well, plenty of other places to show you.”
Johnny had turned to to face the mirror again now, and was giving you a full tutorial on how ticklish your stomach was. He had even let go of your chin so his other hand could push up your pajama top for easier access to your stomach.
“If you try to close your eyes or turn your head away from the mirror, I’m tossing you on the bed and giving you more raspberries then you can count. What’s the point of a tutorial if you don’t watch it, right?”
You squealed as Johnny talked you through how to tickle your navel, you snorted when he showed you the right pressure for tickling your abs, and you squirmed when he pointed out the correct way to tease you so his touch would tickle even more.
“…and I’ve noticed you react when I wiggle my fingers above your stomach like this. See? You’re squirming already! Whispering in your ear works well too. You seem to like when I tell you you’re going to get tickled, or if I just say tickle. Like if I went ‘tickle tickle tickle’ as I tickled you.” Johnny explained, knowing the effect his words had on you.
“Johnny I—!”
“I know, I know. It’s late and you’re far too adorably ticklish to be tickled all night long.”
Just as it looked like Johnny was going to let up, he leaned down and pressed a raspberry to your neck before letting go. Of course, you yelped and covered your neck as you giggled. By the time you whipped around to tell him off, he was laying in bed with that signature smirk.
“All tickled out?”
“I hate you, Johnny Storm.” You grumbled as you crawled into bed next to him.
“I know! I didn’t even go for your underarms! Total screw up on my part, next time I’ll make sure to—!” You cut off his teasing with a kiss. He had done enough to make you blush tonight, and if he kept going there was no way you were getting any sleep.
“Love you, firecracker.”
“I love you too, Johnny.”
You turned off the lamps and got under the covers with him. And finally when you were comfortable in his arms, he spoke.
“I noticed you never fought back. Am I that good at tickling? Or maybe you just like it.”
That earned him a pillow to the face before he finally fell asleep with you in his arms, already dreaming about doing it again tomorrow night.
𐙚🧸ྀི 🄸🄽🅃🅁🄾 .✦ ݁˖
Hi!!! I’m Rosemary but you can call me Rosie.
Ahh thinking about Peter Parker after the spider bite—he quickly learns that his skin is extra sensitive and slowly adjusts to it.
once he meets Tony, however, and Tony finds out? Yeah, Peter is done. You can’t exactly hide from a billionaire with an all seeing FRIDAY by his side. And god, he has a feeling Mr. Stark gossips, because he wasn’t exactly silent in his Hollywood days.
Yeah, the whole Avengers team might find out that Peter is ticklish, but Tony is worse enough..
My 100th fic is out! Thanks to everyone who’s been here along my writing journey ❤️❤️
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Triple Trouble
Summary: Agatha convinces Rio to team up with her to get revenge on Wanda. The Scarlet Witch falls for the trap, and there's a surprise waiting for her in the basement. However, a betrayal leads to ticklish chaos.
Word Count: 2001
Warnings: There are mentions of bondage through their witch powers and tools used, so if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read
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Despite being the three most powerful witches on earth, they were never all seen together at once. That was about to change.
Everyone knew about Agatha and her drama with Wanda and then with Rio. However, Rio had never been seen with Wanda and all three of them never crossed paths at the same time.
Rio’s curiosity got to the best of her, so she worked up the courage to ask Agatha.
The two of them were living together, grateful that they had found a way to co-exist without Agatha turning into a ghost anymore.
“Agatha? Who’s that other witch that you had beef with?”
“What witch? I didn’t have beef with anyone,” Agatha scoffed, pretending to play dumb so she didn’t have to revisit that.
“You know, the one who made you believe you were in an imaginary world. Don’t forget, I was in it,” Rio teased.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Agatha glowered.
“No. I’m just curious about this witch. I always want to meet other witches.”
“You already have a witch.”
“Fine, then I want to meet your ex,” Rio said.
“She’s not my ex!” Agatha roared, now pinning Rio to the couch and tickling her sides.
“AGATHAHAHA! STOHOHOP IHI WAHAHAS JUHUST KIHIDDING!” Rio laughed, kicking and twisting around to no avail.
This was the one thing she had over Rio. Despite being Death herself, she was still human and possessed the same potential for sensitivity to light touch. Agatha made sure to take advantage of this every single time.
When her fingers met Rio’s upper ribs (her “death” spot), a loud screech was let out, followed by Rio begging for mercy and apologizing.
“You never learn, do you?” Agatha said, barely cracking a smile.
“No. That’s why I’m asking again to see…” Rio paused, flinching away when Agatha threatened to tickle her again.
“Why do you want to meet her so bad?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you think it would be cool to have the three most powerful witches in a room together? That’s never happened before,” Rio said.
“She’s evil. If we’re in the same room with her, it won’t end well. And if she lays a finger on you, I’ll end up killing her,” Agatha said.
“You’re quite the romantic,” Rio teased.
“I just don’t want her doing anything to us. I finally got away from her, and I don’t want to go back,” Agatha stated.
“Or, hear me out. I help you get revenge,” Rio said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.
“I’m listening.”
“You tell her you want to meet up again, but don’t tell her about me. Then surprise! I’m there. Two versus one. She’ll never see it coming.”
Agatha smirked after hearing this. “Alright.”
A few days later, Agatha had invited Wanda over to the house. Wanda didn’t know she was living with Rio and was probably scheming something of her own.
The doorbell rang, and Rio was downstairs in the basement.
“Hi Agatha,” Wanda greeted her.
Agatha plastered a smile to her face. “Well hello there darling! Don’t you just look adorable!”
“Oh, uh, thanks!”
“Come in, come in. I haven’t seen you in forever,” Agatha continued to gush. However, she overdid it, and Wanda was starting to get suspicious.
Just as Wanda was about to peek into Agatha’s mind, she was lifted in the air by Agatha. She used her magic to put her hands behind her back, opening the door and leading her down to the basement.
“Agatha! You put me down right now!” Wanda demanded.
Agatha didn’t speak until they were downstairs. “Welcome to our home, Wanda,” Agatha whispered in her ear, slamming the door shut. “For all those years, you tricked me into thinking my life was real. You played the ultimate mind game on me, and you never once felt bad about it. Did you really think you’d get away with that?”
“Wait. Did you say our?” Wanda questioned. Right on cue, Rio came out from hiding, staring her down.
“I’m Agatha’s wife. Only I’m allowed to mess with her like that,” Rio glared.
“You…look really familiar,” Wanda said slowly.
“We’ve never met.”
“Oh…okay,” Wanda trailed off, now feeling less bold knowing that she was outnumbered.
Agatha placed her in the center of the room, still floating with her hands behind her back.
“Because of everything you’ve done to me, I’ve set up a little treat for you.” Agatha pointed to the table with a bunch of tools.
Wanda felt a chill go down her spine. She knew exactly what was coming.
“Look, Agatha. I’m sorry for what I did. I just got drunk with power. Trust me, you’d do the same thing if you could,” Wanda pleaded.
“Are you calling me greedy?” Agatha said, poking her belly button warningly.
“Ah! No! Please don’t do this,” Wanda said desperately. Rio looked on at them, suddenly having mixed feelings. She could easily change the outcome of this scenario, knowing that she yielded the most power.
“Don’t do what?” Agatha asked innocently, taking an electric toothbrush from the table and sticking it in her belly button.
“NOHOHO!”
“Is that all you’ve got?” Agatha asked, motioning for Rio to come over.
Rio taped two more of them to her feet, driving her up the wall.
“PLEHEHASE! I SAID SOHORRY!”
“Yeah, well sorry doesn’t reverse what you did to my lady,” Rio said.
Wanda could barely get any words out, hoping that if she just took it, they would let her go. If she didn’t give them a reason to continue to punish her, it could end early.
The girls briefly stopped for a moment, before Rio decided to make it messy. She used her magic to move Wanda’s arms out to the side.
“So, Wanda. Tell me. Did you two ever date?” She asked, now taking two feathers and sticking them into the sleeveholes to tickle her armpits.
The witch squirmed under the light touch, turning red from her reaction.
Agatha shot Rio a look, knowing exactly what she was up to. She decided there were two things she could do. Go along with it and let Wanda suffer some more, or get revenge on Rio and put her in the same exact position. Guess which one she chose.
“Agatha! I didn’t even get an answer yet!” Rio shouted, finding herself in the same position as Wanda.
“You should’ve thought twice about that then,” Agatha said unsympathetically, walking over to the table and smirking. She twirled two hairbrushes in front of them, before walking behind them.
“Anticipation makes it so much worse, doesn’t it?” She asked wickedly, as Rio was trying her best to muster up something to get out of her magic hold. The two girls suddenly felt something cold on their feet. Agatha was heightening their sensitivity with baby oil. Rio cursed to herself, wishing she hadn’t asked the question. Wanda wondered if she’d be in more trouble if she answered.
Agatha tested the brush on their soles briefly, short scrubs at a time. The outcome was glamorous, drawing out the laughter stored deep inside of their tough shells.
“AGATHA! I SWEHEHEAR I WIHILL KIHILL YOU! DOHONT YOU FORGEHET I AHAHAM DEHEATH!” Rio threatened, not sounding very scary when every word was entwined with squeals and giggles.
Wanda’s eyes bugged out, partly from the tickling, but mostly from the fact that she learned Rio was Death. Now she really couldn’t get on her bad side.
Agatha was still having a lot of fun, using a brush on each of their soles. She was a little surprised that Rio was having much stronger reactions. Part of her wanted to peek into her mind to see if she was being turned on by this.
She gave Wanda a break briefly, but didn’t let her go. Walking up to Rio, she wished they were alone right now.
“Do you regret changing sides?”
“I didn’t!” Rio insisted. Agatha loved watching her squirm and appear helpless in front of her.
“Really?” Agatha reached up to tickle her sides, causing Rio to fall back into laughter, cursing her with every other word.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You’re still in trouble for what you did, and I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Agatha warned Wanda, also tickling her side.
Wanda could feel the tears in her eyes, but felt a strange feeling inside of her. Agatha was too engrossed in the torture to notice the red glow in Wanda’s eyes. Within a few seconds, Wanda had mustered up enough strength to break free from her hold, falling gently to the ground.
Agatha gasped, stopping her tickling abruptly. Before she could even process what happened, Wanda used her powers to put Agatha in the position she was just in.
Rio laughed at her, and then told Wanda she would help her get revenge if she could figure out how to break her free.
Wanda concentrated hard, eventually able to break Rio free.
“Now that I’m free, I’ll tell you the truth. We never dated, but she had a crush on me,” Wanda said cheekily to Rio.
Agatha began to deny it profusely, while Rio walked up to her with a raised eyebrow.
“So you had a little crush before me, huh?” Rio teased, twirling a feather in her hand.
“That’s a blatant lie! You asshole!” Agatha directed to Wanda, making her laugh.
“Oh, Agatha. Wasn’t losing once enough for you?” Wanda asked, giving her side a squeeze.
Rio used the feather under her shirt to get her stomach, waist and sides. Agatha spluttered in frustration, using everything inside of her to not laugh. She hated how easily she was overpowered by tickling.
Wanda walked behind her, tracing a finger down her spine. “Did you really think you’d beat the Scarlet Witch?” She whispered in her ear, now tickling her back and neck.
This broke Agatha, forcing giggles to stream out of her.
“Nohohoo! Thihis ihihisn’t fahair!”
“No? Maybe you shouldn’t have tortured me just for asking a question,” Rio tsked, now reaching down to knead her hips. If Agatha wasn’t frozen in place, Rio would’ve likely had a broken hand and nose.
The laughter flowed out of Agatha as she was no longer able to hold it in. She pleaded when more tools were added to the mix and was convinced she was going to pass out.
“We’ll stop on two conditions. You say you’ll never beat me, and you tell Rio how hot she is,” Wanda teased. She was actually quite fond of their romance, thinking they were the perfect fit for each other.
Agatha gritted her teeth, still laughing against her will. “NEHEHEVER! OHOVER MY COHOLD DEHEHEAD BOHODY!”
“Do I need to get your special spot?” Rio warned.
“NOHOHO! DOHONT! PLEHEHEASE!”
Rio shook her head and took both feathers and tickled her ears with it. Agatha let out an uncharacteristic shriek, cursing and quickly admitting both things.
Despite Rio usually being serious, she couldn’t help but laugh at Agatha. “My god, Agatha. You’re even worse than me.”
Agatha was a disheveled mess, unable to refute her claim.
“I can’t believe you tried to pull one on me,” Wanda said, giving Agatha a look of disapproval.
“Looks like I won again,” Wanda said with a smug smile.
“Correction. We,” Rio said.
“You wouldn’t be able to do anything if I hadn’t broken you free,” Wanda reminded her.
“And you wouldn’t be able to win if I killed you,” Rio said flatly, causing Wanda to be taken aback.
“Shall we settle the winner?” Rio threatened teasingly.
“No! I’m okay,” Wanda said, backing away from her.
“You two are so annoying. I never should’ve introduced the two of you,” Agatha said with regret.
“But now…you could fulfill your fantasy. I’m okay with it,” Rio said, shooting a look towards Wanda.
“Are you sure?” Wanda asked uncertainly.
Rio nodded. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
Wanda turned red.
Before they knew it, Agatha had created a bed in the basement. The rest was history.