#avenger ticklish reader

[ticklishturtlett]

Night-In

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW, Bondage. Minors, do NOT interact! Thank you!

Word Count: 2, 313 words

Summary: Romantic, playful tickling between Loki and the reader. Ler!Loki and Lee!Reader. Enjoy!

It was cold, dark, and quiet in your apartment. It was a blissful rarity on a Friday evening, and You were grateful. For the past two hours, You had taken advantage of the silence. You had pampered yourself, dressed in your favorite silk pajamas, and tidied up your bedroom. Now, You lay snuggled in your bed and wrapped up in the covers as You watched late-night TV. Everything felt warm, comfortable, and perfect.

Well, it was almost perfect. Your mind had been racing with the thought of Loki being with You. You wished he was there, but he was stuck training tonight. He would have made the night perfect, but your boyfriend did have responsibilities to take care of, even though you both wished he could have been with You.

A small smile settled on your lips, mostly due to the thought of Loki's gentle arms embracing You. He would have snuggled with You and watched the show even if he didn't quite understand it. He would have kissed the back of your head every now and again and encouraged You to talk to him about your day. He made life seem so perfect.

Your phone vibrated, and You lifted your head from your cocoon of blankets to glance over at it. "My King" flashed across the screen, and your smile widened into a grin. You reached out and picked up the phone with a cheery, "Hello?"

"Hello, darling," Loki greeted, his smooth voice whispering into your ear. "I hope I didn't wake you from your blissful slumber."

"I wasn't sleeping," You reassured, laying back down on the bed and holding the phone to your ear. "How's training?"

"It was rather pointless, I'm afraid." You heard a bell chime on the other end, and your brow furrowed. "I was wondering if you would be interested in some hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate?" You glanced at the digital clock on your nightstand. It was only 9:30 PM. "Well, maybe tomorrow we could get some. You have the day-off, right?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I do, but I meant for tonight."

"Tonight?" You sat up quickly. "But I thought your training was going to last all night."

"It was," he drawled, "but it had to end early." He chuckled again, it sounding lower than usual. "A lot of the equipment magically disappeared after our first break. No one knows where it went."

You smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Magically, huh?"

"Oh, yes." He cleared his throat. "So, would you like some hot chocolate with extra whip cream or no, my Queen?"

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the pet name, a grin returning to your lips. You clutched your comforter with one hand, trying to lessen the tickly feelings in your stomach. He really did know how to drive you crazy. "I would love some, my King."

He hummed. "Wonderful. Then, I will see you soon, my love."

"Until then."

He hung up, and you clenched your phone in both hands, grinning like a schoolgirl. You bounced on your bed, excitement flowing through your body. He was coming home early.

Your eyes widened, and You froze. He was coming home early. You shot out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. You flipped on the lights and did a quick glance over your appearance. You brushed your hair out, frowned, then shook your hair out; unruly looked better on You, You thought. You thought about brushing your teeth but then realized your toothpaste might ruin the hot chocolate taste for You, so You would worry about that after you finished your treat. You would just talk away from him.

Finally, You unbuttoned the first button of your top, trying to make yourself look as sexy as possible. You couldn't help it. You two had been in a relationship for almost a year now, but you two had only moved in together two months ago. That incessant thought that You had to impress your boyfriend was ruthless, especially now that You were consistently around him. He always reassured You he loved You no matter what You looked like, but You still felt like you had to make the effort.

"Darling?"

You jumped and peeked into the bedroom, seeing the kitchen light on through the cracked door. Almost as fast as lightning, You turned off the bathroom light and sprinted back to the bed. You dove into it, quickly wrapping yourself into the covers. You tossed your phone on the nightstand, brushed your hair out of your eyes, and called out, "I'm here!"

The sound of his footsteps got louder the closer he walked toward the bedroom. The door creaked open, and You glanced over to see Loki standing there with two hot chocolates in his hands. A soft smile adorned his lips, and You sighed softly. Finally, he was home.

"I hope I didn't take too long, love." He bounded over to the side of the bed, handing You your hot chocolate. "I'm afraid I had to walk up to the apartment rather than teleport. The landlady scolded me once again."

You giggled, feeling the warmth of your hot chocolate spread across your palm. "She just wanted to see your handsome face."

He let out a hearty laugh, shrugging off his coat. He set it down on a nearby chair. "Oh, yes, I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she's forbid me from using magic here." He smirked, his clothes shifting into his pajamas. "Well, outside of the apartment, at least."

You hummed and took a sip, eyes roaming his slim form. "I love that shirt on you," you whispered, smiling at the Avenger's T-shirt You bought him for Valentine's Day. He wasn't technically part of the Avengers, but he did work with them. You had gotten the shirt for him as a joke, but also because it was fitted, and it looked incredible on his body. Of course, he knew this.

He smirked, leaning down to You, your noses touching. "I only wear it for you, darling," he whispered and pecked your lips. He hummed, his eyes closing for a brief moment. "Chocolate tastes good on you."

You blushed and set your drink down on the nightstand. You held your arms out to him. "I missed you."

His smirk turned into a soft smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes transforming into adoration. He climbed into your embrace, and You laid back, him holding himself above You. "And I missed you, love."

He leaned down, burying his face into your neck and kissing you softly. You sighed and ran your fingers through his raven hair. With one hand, he caressed your cheek, his fingers occasionally tangling into your hair and caressing your ear.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispered, coming up from your neck. He pecked your lips again. "You are so irresistable."

You smiled, your hands cupping his face. "You're the one that's irresistable, my King."

He hummed, leaning closer to You. His lips barely touch your own. "Call me that again," he whispered, his breath sliding across your lips.

On a typical night, You would have given in. You would have called him whatever he wanted and done anything to please him, but tonight, You decided to switch things up a bit. You two hadn't really played together in a while, having both been busy with your own responsibilities. Given that today had been good, and he was home early, why not spice things up a bit?

You smirked and slid your fingers down his cheeks to his neck and to his chest. "Make me," You whispered back, and You stuck your tongue out slightly.

His eyes shot open, and he smirked. "Oh?"

A small giggle escaped your lips, and your hands ran up his chest. "Don't you want to have some fun?"

He hummed then dropped all of his weight on You. You let out a yelp, giggling consistently. "Th-hat's not what I meant!" You shouted. You pushed at his shoulders, trying to free yourself from being trapped underneath him. "Why are you so frickin' heavy?!"

"That's quite rude," he chuckled. You gasped as he grabbed your wrists and shifted to sit up, holding them above your head. "Someone ought to teach you some manners."

"I'd like to see you try."

His smirk grew wider, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "You're going to regret that," he whispered then buried his face in your neck, kissing it gently. You giggled, the tickly sensation sparking with each kiss.

While You were distracted with his soft, delicate kisses, Loki used his magic to bind your hands to the head of the bed. His fingers trailed down your bare arms, twitching along the way. Your giggles rose an octave when he reached that one spot right above your armpit. "L-Loki!" You squealed as his fingers softly scratched there.

Loki chuckled then pecked your grinning lips. "What's the matter, love? A little ticklish?"

Before you could respond, his fingers moved to your armpit, scratching softly, and you let out another squeal, thrashing slightly and tugging at your restraints. "N-Not fair!"

"Oh, I think it's very fair." He pulled the sleeves of your shirt down. He held one of your arms down and winked at you. "After all, I only do this because you're enjoying it."

With his free hand, he used one finger to scratch at your exposed armpit. Your head fell back against the pillow, giggles pouring from your lips. "Y-You're a j-jerk," You giggled.

He chuckled then used all five fingers to scratch at your skin, making You giggle louder. "That is part of my job, darling." He dug deeper, and your arm tried to flinch, but he held it in place. Your giggles turned into laughter. "You knew this going in, after all."

After a few minutes of relentless tickling and your slight thrashing, he released your arm and kissed your cheek. You continued giggling as he sat up, straddling your hips. "I haven't done this in a while," he stated, popping his knuckles. "When was the last time I properly tickled you, hm?"

"I-I don't know," You giggled.

"Well, we should change that. Don't you agree, my Queen?"

"I think," You started, a permanent grin on your lips, "you should let me go."

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow, smirking. "Why's that?"

Your giggles started up again as he lifted the hem of your shirt to your breasts. "S-So I can t-tickle you, jerk."

"Oh, that's not happening," he chuckled and rested his fingers on your belly. "You are the one who's been practically begging me to tickle you."

"I have not!"

"Oh, are you sure?" His fingers slid across your belly, making you giggle louder. "I could have sworn you asked me to tickle you this morning."

"N-No, I didn't!"

His teasing grin grew. "Of course, you did!" He started scratching softly, sliding across your skin. You squealed and thrashed with each sensitive spot he hit. "I remember it very clearly. It was the first thing you said to me when I woke up. Now, stop lying and admit that you want me to tickle you to tears."

You laughed when he switched to squeezing your sides. Your back arched, and your eyes shut. You couldn't even speak. The tickle sensations with each squeeze were sparking so abruptly You were forced to laugh. It only made it worse when You felt Loki blow a raspberry into your bellybutton. You dug your heels into the mattress, trying to find some sort of way to escape Loki's torture. However, this only encouraged him further.

With another raspberry, Loki switched to squeezing your hips, making you buck underneath him. You tugged at your restraints, letting out short screams of protest and shaking your head wildly. Somehow, You heard his laughter, but it was quickly drowned out by another one of your screams. He had shot back to your underarms without warning, and You couldn't help but feel the ticklish panic set in.

"Cootchie, cootchie, coo," he teased into your ear, making you laugh harder and somehow increasing your ticklishness. "Who's the most ticklish Queen in the world?" He blew into your ear, and You yelped. "I think it's you."

"L-Loki!" You somehow managed to scream out.

"Yes, love?" he teased, grinning maniacally. "Would you like me to tickle you all night? I think that's a wonderful idea."

You screamed again, this time because You felt restraints holding your body still. You couldn't move. Even your head was forced down, your neck completely exposed for him to bury his face in and blow multiple raspberries into it. You thought you were going to lose your mind.

"Please!" You screamed once more before succumbing to hysterical laughter and forced restraint.

With one last raspberry, he slowed his tickles down until he stopped. Your laughter died down to giggles, and You could feel your body shaking from the experience, despite his restraints still holding You in place. With one snap of his fingers, the invisible restraints released You, and You felt your body collapse into the mattress. He caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss You on the forehead. "Good job, my Queen," he whispered as your giggles started to slow, and your breathing started to return to normal. He climbed off of you and nestled right next to you, wrapping his arms around You and pulling You into his embrace. "You did so wonderfully."

"I-" You started, still trying to fight for your breath back, "-hate you."

He chuckled into your ear, and You giggled again, flinching. "I love you, too, my Queen."

With a smile, You turned around and buried your face in his chest. "I love you more, my King."

He hummed and held you tighter, kissing the top of your head. "I love you most."

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[ficsandgiggles]

How to Win A Tickle Fight (Scarlett Johannson x Florence Pugh x Reader)

Authors Note: this was so fun to write, thank you so much @marinasmarvel for the adorable prompt, I hope you enjoy it 💞

Word count: 1181

Warnings: Cute as fuck

“Hey everyone, welcome back to my channel! Now as you know I am a huge fan of Marvel, and I’ve wanted to try and get some of their incredibly talented cast members on here. Well, today is the day, I am unbelievably honoured to introduce the amazing Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova!”

Scarlett and Florence both slid into view, sandwiching you in between them. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. Your humble self didn’t think that your channel was anywhere big enough to ever get to this point. Yes, you had a few million subscribers, but so did hundreds, if not thousands of other people.

When Florence reached out to you, saying she loved your content and your creative theories, she was eager to be a guest on your channel, so the two of you arranged a date and time for her to come to your place. It was only a couple of days before when she casually said that Scarlett would be joining as the two of them had been hanging out. She wanted to keep it a surprise but blurted it out as she was too excited to hide it from you.

The three of you hung out for a little bit before you started filming, you explained how this could take a bit of time as you had received an overwhelming amount of questions and you’d have to cut out some of the answers, but it was best to cover bases.

Throughout this time, Scarlett and Flo were physically close, occasionally poking sensitive spots if one of them got distracted, you couldn’t help but blush. You purposely chose a question where they asked the two actresses to expand on what specific trust exercises the two did and, more specifically how to win a tickle fight, as it was obvious the two of them got into a lot of them on set.

Even before you started filming, the two were bickering and poking each other, you just rolled your eyes, but there was a small part of you that was jealous, you had watched too many times to count the interviews where Flo would talk about their playful fights and attacks whilst they were filming.

They didn’t know about your upcoming question though, and you were so excited to ask it.

The questions started flowing, they ranged from their favourite on-set snack to their favourite Outset product (of course, Scarlett put a lot of playful pressure on Florence)

Eventually, you decided to drop the question on them.

“So the two of you got up to a lot of mischief during your time filming Black Widow, and a very interesting question was asked someone. What is the best way to win a tickle fight?” You asked with a grin, looking in between the pair. Scarlett looked at you with raised eyebrows, she was a little suspicious that you seemed more than excited to ask that question but didn’t push it for how.

“A surprise attack!” Florence announced and launched behind you to dig into Scarlett’s armpits, making her squeal and slam her arms down against her sides, cackling with giggles.

“FLOHOHO!” She laughed and pushed her away whilst leaning away herself, making the younger actress laugh fondly and move back to where she was sitting.

“Well first of all, you need to get an overly sensitive person.” She said and stared at Florence, who gasped and put her hand on her heart, pretending to be offended.

“I am not that sensitive!” She said, shaking her head. “You just have to find a sensitive spot, like everywhere on Scarlett.”

The two of them bickered for a little bit, you’d jump in with the occasional comment but all in all felt a little bit left out, you enjoyed the gossip of what happened behind the scenes but sometimes you felt like you weren’t in the room with them.

“Or if you’re two against one, you can just do this!” Scarlett suddenly announced and pounced on you to dig into your ribs, causing you to yelp and fall back towards Florence, who pinned your arms above your head with a cheeky smile as she looked down at you. “Hello.” She said casually.

“Nonono, help!” You squealed out, pulling at your hands as you already began giggling nervously, Scarlett looked at the camera briefly before looking back at you.

“I don’t think a camera can help you.” She grinned and already began skittering her fingers all over your sides and belly, as Florence wiggled a single finger under one of your arms as she held them up.

“Guys!” You squealed out, immediately breaking into giggles as you kicked and squirmed about, you couldn’t quite process what was going on just yet but I wasn’t complaining too much, this was a dream come true.

“Hey, you should do what I do to break you,” Scarlett suggested to Florence with a cheeky smile, but Florence simply returned the cheeky smile and stopped your armpit torture, making the other actress roll her eyes and reach over to squeeze rapidly into her side, making her cackle and then drill her thumb into your armpit.

“So I guess you have to experiment with every spot until you find the one that makes them crack,” Florence said casually as Scarlett moved to shake your ribs, making you cackle and arch your back. “That’s a good example.” Florence teased with a fond giggle as you whined in response.

“I'm right here!” You squealed between fits of giggles, shaking my head as you tried to kick out.

“Hm, another thing we used to do is raspberries, like all the time,” Florence added with a smirk as Scarlett grinned, watching as Flo leaned down towards your neck. “Oh, that’s cruel.” She told Florence before the young actress blew a huge raspberry on your neck.

“FUHUHUHUCK!” You screeched with laughter, kicking and shaking your head as Scarlett shook into your belly. “No swearing, Y/N! You may get demonetised!” Florence giggled along with you but noticed your laughter go silent and let you go.

Scarlett pulled you into a hug and turned to face the camera. “And that, lovely audience, is how you win a tickle fight.” She announced proudly as Florence joined in with the hug, sandwiching you into a cuddle between them.

“Thank you for watching everyone and we hope you have taken in some valuable lessons from this to wreck others if you need to. Say goodbye, Y/N before we wreck you again off-camera!” Florence grinned enthusiastically and squeezed your side to prompt you.

You blushed madly, looking into the lens of your camera. “Enjoy making edits and memes of this, I’ll see you in the next video…” you murmured, all flustered and shy.

Scarlett reached and turned the camera off, smiling fondly at you. “I think it’s time for a real tickle fight now.” She grinned, as she and Florence dragged you to your bed, you took in their lessons and you had a fun and fair tickle fight, and it was one of the best moments of your life.

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[tickles-in-ficland]

BOREDOM

Summary: Y/N tries to avoid getting homework done by bugging two Demigods. It doesn’t go in her favor…or does it 😉

Word Count: 2,088

Pairings: Ler!Thor Ler!Loki Lee!Reader

You were bored. With everyone on missions or spending time with their families, you needed some entertainment. Being the youngest on the team along with Parker, Stark was making you stay home this weekend and finish homework. Even being an Avenger, school was still important. You argued and insisted that you attend the mission but Stark had the final word.

You’d been “working” on your homework for an hour and decided to take a break and wander the compound. You thought, minus maybe Pepper who was usually in her office you’d be alone. Much to your surprise you saw two demigods sitting in the lounge area. Your lips curled up into a smile. They hadn’t seen you enter the room and you figured you’d sneak up and spook the brothers.

Before you could take a step, without looking up from his book you heard Loki speak.

“There’s no use in trying to sneak up on us Y/N. I know you’re behind me.”

“Ugh! No fair Loki.” you pouted crossing your arms. “How’d you even know I was there?”

“Darling.” Loki scoffed as he closed his book and turned his head to look at you. “You’re talking to the God of Mischief. You can’t get anything past me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at Thor who wore an amused smirk on his face.

“He is unfortunately right young Y/N. Even as kids, I could never best him.” Thor chucked. “But it matters not because you shouldn’t even be down here. Didn’t Stark order you to finish your school work?”

“I uh, decided to take a break.” you said clearing your throat. “Needed to get some air and all that.”

“Ah.” Thor nodded, not entirely convinced by your answer. “Well my brother and I will be here should you need us. Back to it.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait a minute! Stark kept you guys from the mission to be my BABYSITTERS?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly…” Thor started but glancing over at Loki who was clearly amused by your reaction, spoke up.

"Oh I would." he said with a deep chuckle. “Yes. Stark asked us to make sure you did as you were told. Seeing as last time you were left unattended you did not finish your school work and failed an assignment.”

Your pout only furthered more at Loki’s words. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to be watched.” you said with a stomp of your foot, digging your metaphorical hole deeper.

The brothers both raised an eyebrow in amusement. You huffed, knowing you’d proven their point.

“Okay fine. But I do need a break. I’m bored up there. Can I hang out with you guys for a little while. Pleeeeease?” you asked looking between the two with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Going over to Thor, who you knew was the softie of the two, you wrapped your arms around his big torso and looked up at him. “Please Thor? We don’t hang out enough. We are always off doing missions or you guys go back to Asgard and I miss you.”

Thor looked down at you with a soft smile as he stroked your hair gently. The brothers had grown quite fond of you since you’d joined the team. Being the youngest of them, they felt protective of you like big brothers. The world was harsh and it didn’t hurt to have two demigods on your side. You knew Thor was a pushover, it would be Loki that would be the tough one to crack.

“Brother.” Thor said putting his arm around you affectionately. “Why don’t we let the young maiden take a break from her studies? Surely it won’t hurt to take some time to enjoy the company.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed you, his hands on his hips. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. But only for a short while. I don’t want to deal with Stark when he comes home and Y/N has yet to finish her school work.”

“YAY!” you cheered throwing your arms around Loki.

Not expecting the sudden impact, Loki stumbled a bit but gave you a small pat on the shoulder. He wasn’t much for affection like his brother, but you knew he cared for you nevertheless.

“I mean it Y/N.” he chastised. “Only a short break and then you are to return to your studies. Understood?”

“Yeah yeah sure.” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

Sure enough, you break went by entirely too quick. You were curled up on the couch, watching tv with your head on Thor’s shoulder when suddenly the tv clicked off.

“Hey!” you shouted looking over at Loki who shrugged. “What gives?”

“Breaks over. As agreed, it is time to go back upstairs. Should you need assistance with your work, you may call one of us and we will do what we can. We are fairly well versed in Midgardian studies. But until then, off you go.”

“No.” you said confidently crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Loki asked closing his book and looking at you incredulously.

“You heard me.” you snarked back, folding your arms once again in defiance. “I said no. N-O spells no.”

You heard Thor snort laugh behind you. He knew how this was going to end but you were digging your own grave and he was enjoying himself.

Loki scoffed a laugh before standing up and approaching the couch, where you and Thor sat.

“Y/N….” Loki said in a warning tone. “This isn’t going to end well for you darling. I’d stop while you’re ahead.”

“I don’t want to do my school work today. Maybe tomorrow.” you said reaching for the remote only to have it disappear in a green flash.

“Hey! Not fair. You can’t use magic to hide things.”

“Oh well.” he shrugged while a smile tugged at his lips. “Off you go.” he said reaching for your hand only for you to shake your head.

“I said no Loki.”

Loki sighed. “Then you leave me no choice.” he said with a fake pained expression on his face.

“For whAT?” you let out a squeak as Loki tackled you to the couch and with little effort had pinned your hands to your sides.

“Lohoki! What the hehell?!” you said nervous giggles building in your chest.

“I’m going to make you regret telling me no. Stark said to use whatever method we needed, to make sure you were not going to skip your schooling. This seems like a great way to do so.”

Opening your mouth to protest was cut short as you felt ten fingers find purchase on your sides. Sporadic giggles began to escape your lips as you tried to twist and turn away from the tickly feeling.

“Lohohoki!” you squealed as his nimble fingers worked their way up your sides.

Loki’s dark chuckle told you that he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Brother, if you wouldn’t mind I could use some assistance.” Loki chided. “The young maiden is quite squirmy.”

“Certainly, dear brother.” you heard Thor chuckle behind you.

You felt slight weight in your shoulders and looked up to see the flowy blonde hair hair dangling above your face, Thor grinning at you through it.

“Thohohor! Hehelp!”

Thor smiled affectionately at you. “I would count myself a fool to challenge my brother. A lesson you dear Y/N have yet to learn.” He chuckled before fluttering his fingers along your neck, eliciting more squeals as you shook your head trying to evade his fingers.

Loki leaned forward toward your face. “Now darling. Are we going to behave now and do as Stark has requested or shall we continue this?” he asked halting his fingers for a few moments.

You took in deep breaths at the momentary reprieve. Truthfully you didn’t hate it. No one really knew but you had a feeling the Asgardian was catching on.

You smirked at the God of Mischief, playfulness dancing in your eyes. The twinkle in your eye caught Loki’s attention and a full grin spread across his face.

“You like this. Don’t you, young one? It’s why you’re being so defiant. You wanted this to happen.” he said starting to snake his fingers up your rib cage, bubbly giggles once again pouring from your lips.

“I do not understand.” You heard Thor question behind you.

As if you weren’t apart of the conversation, Loki continued his tickle attack. Your infectious laughter ringing through the room as you weakly batted at his hands.

“Have you not noticed, that our young friend here has not asked me to stop once? She has been given opportunity to yield and yet she responds with words she knows will get her in trouble?” Loki asked. “She LIKES this. She WANTED this. Isn’t that right little one?” Loki questioned you, his nimble fingers now reaching under your arms, arguably your worse spot.

“LOHOHOKIHIHI!” your hard belly laughter raising several octaves. Pushing on his hands did nothing. He was a God after all and his strength was no match for yours. “PLEHEHEASE! GAHAHAH!” your legs kicked wildly behind him.

Thor smirked as he too realized. “Ah. I see now. She’s yet to ask either of us to stop. Is that right Y/N? You enjoy the tickles, do you not?” Thor chuckled as his fingers made contact with your neck once again, a scream of laughter erupting from you.

Your cheeks a bright crimson color as you turned your head trying to avoid eye contact as the two Asgardians tickled you mercilessly.

“Come on darling. Just admit it. You like this.” Loki teased.

“NEHEVER!”

“Very well.” Thor sighed jokingly. “Brother, if you will.” he said gesturing for Loki to step aside. “Hold her please.”

“Nonono! Thohohor!” you squealed your eyes pleading.

In an instant, the two brothers had switched places with Loki now holding you down with little effort as Thor positioned himself at your waist.

“Now then.” Thor continued “Is my brother correct in his assumptions?”

You bit your lip to bite back a giggle. “Mahahaybe.” you admitted closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hehey!” Thor’s deep laugh rang through the room. “Look at me Y/N.”

When your eyes remained shut, Thor dug his fingers deep in your hip, causing a boisterous laughter to come out. You peaked at him with one eye and saw him looking at you with a gentle smile.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed by. Actually, it is adorable. Don’t you agree brother?” he asked looking at Loki who remained sitting at your head, occasionally fluttering his fingers in your neck.

“Indeed it is brother. What I don’t understand is why she shields her enjoyment of it.”

You sighed but a small smile played on your lips. Thor and Loki had released their hold on you, allowing you to sit up.

“Because. It’s not something most people enjoy. I grew up an only child. My parents worked all the time. I wasn’t given affection much as a child. And then…” you continued. “The…thing happened to me and I became a part of this team, this…family and for the first time I felt like I had brothers and sisters and… friends.” you stopped for a moment wiping your eyes.

“Heyyy.” Thor said pulling you to his chest and rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s okay to want affection. As a young child you were deprived of what you craved most. It is natural to want that.”

“I hate to agree with my brother.” Loki chimed in which made you let out a muffled laugh in the crook of Thor’s shoulder. “But he is right. And if you need us to step in and be your big brothers, then that is what we shall be.”

You sighed in relief this time, a smile, a real smile this time gracing your face. “Thank you both. I really was bored though.”

“Well then.” Loki chuckled as he patted your shoulder. “We have been distraction enough. As agreed it’s time to return to your studies.”

You looked at him with a slight pout, twiddling your thumbs. “Would um…could you…” you asked embarrassed still.

“She wants us to continue brother.”

Thor grinned at you. “And what kind of big brothers would we be if we said no?” he asked before tackling you on the couch again, your deep laughter once again echoing through the room, your honorary big brothers tickling you to pieces.

Your homework long forgotten.

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #lee!reader #ler!loki #ler!thor #loki tickle #thor tickle #thor x reader #loki x reader

[valiantphantomangel]

There is nothing wrong with being shy

Request: could you please do something like Chris Hemsworth X Reader where she’s somewhat new to the marvel cast and is quite shy and whilst Chris is trying to make her feel comfortable he accidentally finds out she’s ticklish?

A/n: My Tumblr was once again not working so I'm gonna do it this way for this request and it took a hell of a lot longer then expected but here it is, i hope you enjoy 💜

You had no idea how you could have gotten so lucky, it all just started as a joke.

Audition to play Thor's sister. That was all it said in the page that your best friend send you, thinking of it as a joke you applied for the role.

A few days later you suddenly got an email from THE Marvel Studios, you almost fainted when it appeared in your inbox and before you could utter 'ta-da' you had opened and sped through the email, you read it again and again and again not believing that this was happening.

They were sending you some lines that you had to say, record and send to them since you were one of the last three candidates.

Not long after you send in your little scene and a week later you were flying to Atlanta to start filming.

Now that you are standing in your trailer, nerves racing through your body as you try to stop your hands from shaking, never in a million years did you think that it was possible for you to be in a Marvel Movie, as a main character!

You met Chris a few days ago and he was the sweetest guy you ever met, always making sure that you were comfortable and ready for the scenes. Today was the day that you would start with your first big fight scene and the nerves were getting the better of you.

Sitting alone in your trailer while your leg was bouncing up and down, in just a top and sweatpants since you would change into your costume later as you waited to be called over.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door to which you shouted "come in".

"How are you doing, nervous?" Chris asked with a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"yeah you can say that, I couldn't even eat with the nerves" you grumble as you flop onto the couch and look at him sideways.

"You have no need to be nervous Hun, you're absolutely perfect and one of the best teen actresses that I've worked with" he said with a soft smile as he poked your side as a joke.

Not expecting it you let out a soft giggle which both of you heard and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

Chris was grinning like the cheshire cat as he looked down at you and quickly sat down on your thighs and traced your ribs.

"Is little Y/N ticklish? That's adorable" he cooed while ghost tickling your bare stomach.

"Don't you darEHEHEH" you try to protest but fall into a giggle fit as he squeezed your sides.

"Oh I do dare, how else would I hear that cute little laugh of yours my lady" He said in his Thor voice as he continued to attack you.

"My laugh is not cuTehHIHIHI, CHRISHAHAHHA" you scream laughed as you trashed around.

"Yes Y/N" Hemsworth said innocently as he spidered over you tummy.

"STOPHAHHAA ITHIHIHI"!!!

"No not else you tell me what's wrong"

"NEVERHAHAHAHAHGAGA"

"Then I guess I'll just have to continue" he sighed as if it hurt him and blew a raspberry in your neck.

You continued to stay resilient until he moved from your tummy to your feet.

"OkAY OKAY OKAY I'll tell youhihihihi" you say still breathless from the giggles.

"I'm listening"

"It's just that- argh I'm nervous that I'm going to screw up everything and that they don't want me to act anymore and that I'm too shy that they don't want to talk to me anymore" you sighed as you sat up.

"Oh darling, they would never. Kevin feige loves you and every crew member can't stop talking about how polite you are to them, there's nothing wrong with being a bit shy, Even Downey was impressed with your acting and that's saying something" Chris said with a smile as he pulled sat next to you and pulled you into his side, with his arm over your shoulder and rubbing comforting circles over your arm "And I think you're the best young actress that I've worked with, next to my daughter of course"

I tried to find something to say but couldn't so you just settled for curling up next to him, filming could wait for a few minutes. And even though you didn't say anything, Chris knew perfectly well what you wanted to say.

#chris hemsworth #Thor #tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #request #ler!chris #avengers tickle #avengers cast

[gigglymarvel]

Sleepover Laughter 101 (Florence Pugh x Child Reader)

You finally sleep over at Florence’s house, where you learn and experiment with something new that will soon be one of your favourite things.

Word count: 1257

You were so excited when your mum finally agreed to let you sleep over at Florence’s house, you saw the actress regularly as your mum and her were best friends. However, due to Florence’s busy schedule, she wasn’t at home often.

Finally, though, things worked out, she was home for a month and you were on school holidays, so you were finally able to go and sleep over. 

You pretty much bounced to the door and knocked on it, your mum trailing behind with your overnight bags that your six-year-old self couldn’t carry.

Flo opened the door, playfully shielding her eyes, “Hi guys! Uh oh, wait, where did- where did y/n go?” She smiled and looked down low, “I swear she was into this tall, where is she?” The actress played around with you as she always did, hoping to rile you up a little. 

You grinned and hugged her legs. “I’m hereeee!” You giggled as your mum chuckled.

“I’ll leave you two to it, don’t get into too much mischief. I’m talking to you as well Florence.” She said cheekily.

Flo smirked, scooping you up, but gasped playfully, “Mee? I am straight as they come. See you later, love!” She then carried you in one arm and snagged your bags to set in the front room with her free hand. “What shall we get into first, little trouble?” She asked as she bounced you gently.

“Ice cream!” You cheered excitedly, nuzzling Flo’s neck affectionately and innocently, not knowing what you were doing.

She giggled, “That tihihickles y/n!” Florence smiled fondly, “We can do ice cream, for sure.” She replied, as you bit your lip for a brief moment before Flo carried you into the kitchen, you rested your head on her shoulder with an excited smile.

The blonde smiled and rubbed your leg gently with her thumb against you as she then set you on one of the higher barstools that were counter-level, pulling out a bowl and the ice cream, and then handing you a spoon once she scooped three big scoops. “Yummy?” She said as she sat in the chair next to you and watched you take a bite.

You nodded, feeding yourself but getting into a little bit of a mess. After one and a half scoops you had enough and rubbed your belly. “Full now.” You told her.

Florence smiled, finishing off the last few bites, “That's a good job little one. Shall we change your clothes?” She chuckled at the ice cream on your shirt. 

You looked down, nodding and also wiping your face with it, you climbed down from your stool and went over to your bag to find another shirt.

The blonde smiled at you, “So independent.” She told you. Beaming at the praise, you managed to also change yourself without her help before giving your dirty shirt to Flo. “Yucky.”

Florence chuckled and took the shirt, putting it in the laundry room, “Mm but you're still cute,” and scooped you back up and gently carried you on the couch, pretending to make you fly as she gently tossed you onto it with a “Wheeee,” 

You squealed happily, looking up at Flo, wanting to ask her something but feeling a little hesitant to

The actress cuddled up with you, noticing your expression, “What's on your mind, sweetie?” She asked gently.

You bit your lip, deciding to just ask. “What’s that thing you do to people where you make them laugh?”

Flo tilted her head and thought for a moment, “Like talking or do you mean when I tickle them?” 

You listened, nodding at the second one. “That one.” You replied curiously.

“Tickles?” She asked to confirm, and you nodded, wanting to know more.

“What about them sweetie? Do you want tickles?” The blonde wiggled her fingers in the air at you. You looked up at her fingers, a little confused about what to expect.

Florence watched your expression, “Has no one ever tickled you?” She asked hesitantly, and you simply shook your head, a little confused.

She smiled softly and reassured you, “Well that's okay. So you're wondering about it?” She asked, you nodded, leaning into her a little for reassurance.

Flo scritched your back soothingly, combing through your hair with her fingers, “Do you want me to show you on your hand what tickles feel like?” 

“Yes please!” you replied, a little hesitant and nervous, but still eager to try it out.

The young actress gently took your hand in one of hers and tickled your palm lightly, causing you to flinch and scrunch my hand up into a ball.

“What do you think, little one?” She paused and let you process. You thought for a moment, not hating the feeling.

“It’s okie.” You replied with a small smile.

Flo smiled and spidered your belly, “How about this?” She asked, making you let out a few giggles and cover your belly, but nodded.

“So you like or don't?” She asked and stroked your hair. You immediately grinned and gave her a thumbs-up of approval.

Wiggling fingers approached you playfully, “Uh oh I think that means you should meet the tickle monster!” 

You squealed, grinning excitedly but not moving from where you were sitting, not feeling scared at all. The blonde smiled and skittered into your tummy, causing you to giggle and fall into her arms. 

Flo held you fondly and nuzzled your belly now, “Awww nooo imma eat your tummy yes I am Nomnomnom!” 

You bit your lip. “Don’t eat!” You replied innocently and in a slight panic as you tried to gently push her head away.

The blonde smiled gently and paused, “Hey hey, I won't actually eat. I was just pretending.” She stopped and hugged you close, you leaned into her, looking down at your belly.

“You can’t eat tummies,” I tell her innocently. Flo chuckled, “No you can't actually eat tummies. It's just a pretend game that's ticklish.” 

You look at her, confused. “Huh?” 

“I just nibble the tummy a little and say I eat it, but don't actually eat it. Like when you pretend with pretend food?” 

You nod, finally understanding. “Ohhhh.”

She smiled, “So only gently noms, no chewing and swallowing like real food?” You nodded again, knowing what she was talking about now.

Flo smiled, “So what shall we do now, sweetie?” She asked, but I was even more curious about the tummy eating. “Nom?” I asked innocently.

She smiled fondly and leaned you back, playfully saying, “Nomnomnom!” And gently nommed your belly, making you squeal with giggles, covering your mouth but not stopping her.

Florence giggled and leaned you back, nomming a few more times before bringing you up into a cuddle, “Alright let's breathe.” 

You smiled shyly, leaning into her and taking in deep breaths. “It’s fun!” You said cheerfully.

The blonde grinned, “Oh I agree. I'm glad you enjoy it too,” she giggled and nuzzled your neck gently, causing you to squeal and lean away with a shy smile.

“Alright little one, shall weeeeee, watch a movie? With all the popcorn in the world? Maybeeee even some soda?” Florence offered, chuckling when you grinned and tackled her into a hug. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The actress grinned, grabbing a blanket and putting it over you, nice and snuggly before she went and got everything you both needed for a movie night.

Of course, she didn’t forget about your new favourite thing she taught you, and the night was spent full of giggles, games and fun.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #ler!florence

[mymelodymia]

Tickles // Dad!thor x daughter!reader

summary: your father gets back at you after pranking him.

Warnings: thor being evil >:/

Age: 14

Area/place: asgard.

A/N: I've been obsessed w/ dad!thor recently, pls don't judge me lol. Also it's hard writing a tickle fic when you haven't been properly tickled in probably over 2 years, but i feel most comfortable writing them so...

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You had just gotten back from visiting the team on Midgard on your own. Your father was lying on his bed, bored, playing with his long blonde hair.

You had also bought a plastic version of his hammer to prank him with.

You walked in wearing an avengers t-shirt, holding the toy in your right hand. Trotting into the large bedroom with an innocent smile on your face.

He sat up quickly to greet you with a childish grin on his face, which immediately fell when he saw you with his "hammer" in your tight grasp.

His eyes flickered between your "hammer" and his own, which had been sitting atop his bedside.

You giggled before speaking "see, told you i was worthy" you smirked as he panted in confusion. You tossed the fake hammer into his lap. He smiled as he realized that it was plastic.

"I got you didnt i?" You asked him, grinning sheepishly to yourself. thor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head atop yours.

He wiggled his fingers on your side causing you to jump. You slapped his fingers away as he chuckled.

"You did. But, i will get my revenge" thor noted in a breathy tone. Your smirk fell as his expression transformed into a mischievous one.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being quickly pulled onto his lap with thors fingers digging into your sides. You screamed various protests to somehow stop your father.

Thor quickly bent down and blew the biggest raspberry he could just above your belly button. You screamed so loud you were sure the whole realm could hear you, and a few others.

"DAAHAHAHAHAHAHDD!! STOOHOAHAHAHPPP!! PLEEHEHEHHHHSSES!! AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA" you spoke, clawing at your father.

"I thought you had outgrown this years ago!" Thor bellowed, he held you still easily, due to your size difference.

Before you know it, your dad was hovering over you and was sitting on your legs, which were kicking frantically to try to escape.

He blew another raspberry on your neck this time as he counted your ribs. You felt your eyes water as you screamed once again.

"Tell me, daughter, where does it tickle most?" Thor asked you, "here?" He added before blowing a quick raspberry on your neck. "Or here?" He asked, blowing a longer raspberry on your stomach, not even giving you time to process his words.

He stopped ticking for a moment so you could answer. "My tummy" you panted in between breaths.

"Good, now i know where to focus." Thor stated as you realized what a mistake you had made telling him this.

"NOO-AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAAHAHHAH!!! DAHADDHEDDDDYYYY PLEAHHEHHAHEHSSESS STOOOPPPP!" you begged as he showed no mercy.

He blew three more raspberrys before letting you go. With tear-stains on your cheeks, you punched him in the shoulder just as lady sif burst through the door.

"What happened?! I thought one of you was being killed! I was halfway across the palace when i heard some blood-curdling scream! D@mn it thor!" She cursed, slamming the door as she shook her head.

You and thor busted into laughter as she walked out.

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🩰Tags🎀

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover // @yummyangy // @carellmcu // @mariasabanahabanabana //

#dad!thor odinson #Dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader #thor odinson x daughter reader #thor #thor odinson #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #thor love and thunder #lady sif #thor fic #Ler!Thor #lee!reader #x reader #tickles #tickle fic #ticklish reader #tickletorture #avengers #marvel mcu

[fluffymcu]

hi is it ok if i can request a bucky x sibling reader fic where they’re watching a movie and the reader starts to get bored so she starts to poke bucky’s side even though he tells her to stop, when she continues to poke him he decides he’s had enough so he just tickles her, plus with raspberries and/or nibbles?

“Stop…” Bucky warns, grabbing your hand with his and interlocking your fingers to keep you from poking him. You were both snuggled on the couch watch a movie. You take your hand away with a small whine and let it drop over the seat of the couch.

It was a perfect afternoon. The compound was quiet, which was rare, the weather was perfect; nice and cold, and you and your brother were spending some quality time together. It was perfect. But then boredom hit you. So you decided to mess with Bucky to pass the time. You always enjoyed annoying him. He’s fun when he’s mad.

You quickly attack him with squeezes to his sides, one foot on the floor so you can easily escape. Bucky laughs and let’s you tickle him for a couple more seconds before grabbing your wrist. With a squeal, you try to take off, but it’s like pulling against chains.

With a smug smirk, he pulls you into his lap sideways and lifts up your shirt to blow a series of raspberries on your belly. “WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAP!”

“Nope!” He teased, blowing another raspberry, rubbing his stubble into you.

“OHOHOHOWWWW YOURE HURTING MEEE!” You slapped at his head, pulling his hair.

“Oh, stop acting like it hurts….and stop acting like this isn’t what you wanted!” He smirks, lifting you up and rubbing his stubble in your neck and playfully nibbling it, making you scream.

“AAAH! HEHEHEE! WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME TICKLE YOU?”

“Cause I’m your brother, and that wouldn’t be very brotherly of me to just let you get away with that.” He smiles, reaching and grabbing a hold of your knees, relishing in the sound of your scream.

He was just getting started.

#avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #avengers tickle #tickle fluff #tickle fic #bucky barnes #bucky tickles reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tickle fight

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers x fem!reader #ler!bucky #ler!thor #ler!loki #ler!Steve Rogers #ler!Bruce #ler!Natasha #ler!Clint #ler!Tony

[fluffyseapancakes]

A Funny Feeling

A really quick ticklish!Reader x PeterParker fic! I’m rusty but I think it turned out pretty cute. 

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You watch your best friend, Peter Parker, type away at his laptop on your bed. The Avengers were out for the night so you two had the place to yourselves. Peter, being the semi-responsible one, suggested that you two finish up on homework then throw a little get together with MJ and Ned. You agreed, not realizing that you both had three exams, one paper, and five chapters to study for. It is now 8pm with no end in sight, you’re starting to get impatient and your stomach grumbles hungrily. 

“Peter,” you whine, “I’m hungry.”

“I know, we’ll eat after we’re done with this paper,” Peter chuckles. You pout and dramatically flop on the floor. You grab a stuffed animal and throw it at his head, missing him completely by a few feet. You were never the most coordinated person. 

“You missed,” he digs at you. 

“You missed,” you mock, not having a decent enough comeback. He raises his eyebrow and gently places the laptop on your bed. 

“Are you done being a brat?” 

You stick your tongue out at him, “Nah.” 

Before you can react, Peter straddles your waist and pins you down. You feel your face flush and he smiles knowingly. 

“What’s wrong Y/N? Why are your cheeks so red?” He teases. You blush even deeper and tug at your wrists, but he is holding them firmly. 

“S-Shut up,” you stammer, silently cursing yourself for being so flustered. This is your best friend, why is your heart racing so fast? 

“You’re not really in the position to tell me to shut up,” Peter shifts his weight to a more comfortable position and places a hand on your side, you flinch and a small giggle bubbles up from your chest. He quickly connects the dots and wiggles his fingers, you giggle even harder and tug harder at your wrists. 

“No way,” he keeps tickling your side, “you’ve been hiding this for three years?” 

“Y-you’re just unobservant”  you manage to spit out, full on laughing as he switches over to gently squeezing your belly. 

“Unobservant huh?” He continues his ticklish torment, “Would an unobservant person know that you like this?” 

Your face turns beat red and you shake your head frantically, “N-no I don’t!” 

“Well you haven’t told me to stop, and you’re not really fighting back,” he grins, “don’t worry, it’s cute.” Suddenly he lets go of your wrists and attacks your sides with both hands, you shoot your arms down but it doesn’t protect much as you squeal and cackle uncontrollably. After a minute Peter grants you mercy and stops his attack, leaving you in a giggling mess. He playfully ruffles your hair and gets off of you. 

“Wanna order some pizza?” 

You nod, a big smile still on your face with flushed cheeks. He looks at you fondly. 

“Why don’t you ever smile?”

You give him a confused look, “I smile all the time.”

“For a second, but you always pull it back. Like you don’t want people seeing it.” 

“I guess I don’t like my smile,” you shrug, “just an insecurity of mine.”

“Well I like it,” he pulls out his phone and heads out to the living room, “I’m gonna order the pizza.” You watch him leave as you simmer in your thoughts. 

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“Hey Peter,” you watch into the living room, Peter hangs up the phone and looks at you with a smile. 

“I got us a medium cheese and large Supreme pizza, Ned and MJ are on their way.” 

You nervously sit down on the couch and wring your hands, “Can I talk to you about something?” Peter notices your nervousness and sits down next to you. 

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Promise whatever I say won’t ruin our friendship?”

Peter laughs and gives you a small hug, “Nothing you say will ruin our friendship.”

“Well…I feel this strong emotional connection towards you. And it’s confusing because I don’t know if it’s platonic or romantic, but I always want to hang out with you and I trust you more than everyone else I know, including Tony and Steve. I like you more than a friend but I don’t feel the urge to date you, it’s weird and complicated and ugh…,” you bury your face into your hands, “my biggest fear is losing what we have now.”

Peter nods and rubs your back, “thank you for being honest with me Y/N. I really appreciate you opening up like this.”

You look up at him, “can we still be friends?”

“Well duh!” He laughs, “I finally found your Kryptonite, I have to exploit it for a little while.” 

You blush and flip him off, making him chuckle even harder. 

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“What? That you’re ticklish?” 

“No, that I…like it,” you grab a pillow and hide your red face into it, “it’s embarrassing.” 

“No it isn’t,” Peter takes away the pillow, “and I won’t tell anyone. I promise. But I still get to have some fun.”

You groan and lean back into the couch, “I’m gonna regret this.”

He pokes you in the belly, making you flinch and giggle. 

“You definitely are.” 

#tickle fic #ticklish!reader #peter parker #reader x peter parker #readerxpeterparker #avengers fic #tickle #tickling #reader insert

[ticklishturtlett]

Distraction

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Established Relationship)

Disclaimer: I personally feel like this is NSFW, but I know that others would disagree. However, I kindly ask Minors to not interact! Thank you!

Warnings: Bondage, Cursing, Implications of sex, and mention of sex toys.

Word Count: 4, 718 words

Summary: When Life once again gets in your way of doing something You want to do, You start to get stressed and worried. Your boyfriend Bucky decides to help distract you. Ler!Bucky and Lee!Reader. Enjoy!

The power had been out for a little over three hours now, and You were starting to get antsy. Tonight was the first Zoom meeting for your night class, but because You had no internet, You probably wouldn't be able to attend. If it was a normal, mundane class, You wouldn't have thought it was that much of a big deal. However, this class was different. It focused on your passion, and Tony Stark had spent the entire weekend pulling strings to get You into it. Although Tony wouldn't tell You the price, You imagined it had cost a lot since a famous celebrity was teaching it.

Now, You sat on the couch, fiddling with your necklace as you anxiously waited for the power to turn back on. You had done everything to make sure You looked your best for tonight. You got your nails done, styled your hair, and even decided to wear the most beautiful dress you had. And now, with the class in thirty minutes, You began to worry it all might have been for nothing.

"You alright, doll?" Bucky sat next to You, reading Lord of the Rings, while you both waited this surge out.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Bucky."

He frowned and glanced down at your leg, which had been bouncing for some time. He placed his hand on your leg, forcing it to stop, and his thumb caressed your thigh, but You could hardly feel it because of the dress. He rose an eyebrow at You, and You sighed. "I'm fine, really," You insisted then stood up, grabbed a lit candle, and headed toward the kitchen. "It's just been a long day."

"That's true." Bucky set down the book and leaned forward. "What are you doing?"

"Getting some water." You grabbed a glass and filled it at the sink. "Do you want some?"

"No, I'm good."

You took a sip, leaning onto the counter and staring at your boyfriend. It was difficult to see him completely. With the very few lit candles and the shadows dancing across his face, You could only see pieces of him at a time. His bright blue eyes though never faded in the darkness.

Bucky sighed and leaned back, concealing himself more in the shadows. "What do you want to do, doll?"

You shrugged. "I was supposed to have my class, but I'm guessing I won't be anymore, so I don't know."

He hummed. "Won't there be another one next week?"

"Yeah, but I just really wanted to attend it. Tony put in a lot of work to get me into it."

"Also true, but I'm sure the professor will understand. I mean, half of New York is going through this."

"I guess," You muttered.

Silence fell over both of you, and your thoughts raced with the possible consequences of missing this class. If Tony found out, he might be crushed. This was a class You had been practically obsessing over for a year. You had never looked into the details of the class because You knew You could never afford it, but Tony did. Tony had gifted You the opportunity to take it, and You felt so guilty for not attending the first meeting. You really hoped this didn't happen again next week.

"Did you hear me, darling?"

"Hm?" Your gaze shot back to the darkened silhouette of your boyfriend. "Um, no, sorry, I was in deep thought."

"I asked if you wanted to play something."

You shrugged again then set down your glass of water. "Sure, why not? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, it's dark-"

"Yep."

"-and the walls are practically sound-proof here."

A slight smirk teased your lips. "Uh-huh." Oh, You knew where this was going. Although You weren't entirely feeling it right now, maybe this would serve as a good distraction for You. Plus, You loved playing these 'games' with him. You grabbed your candle and rounded the kitchen island. "No one will be able to hear us."

"Exactly." He leaned forward again, and You felt a flutter in your stomach when You saw his mischievous smirk. The smirk on your face transformed into a shy smile. Okay, now You really liked where this was going. "So, it's the perfect opportunity to murder you."

And the fluttery feeling was gone. Your eyes widened but then you frowned and your brow furrowed. "What?" You asked.

He chuckled, the shadows making his smirk seem like it was stretching into an evil grin. "The darkness, the flickering lights-" His metal hand shot out of the darkness and snatched the only candle on the coffee table, which made You flinch involuntarily. "-not being heard or seen by any nosy neighbors."

"Um, I guess?" This...was something You had never seen before. Not from Bucky, at least. You knew he was just messing with you. Probably trying to rile you up since Halloween was around the corner. He loved to be mischievous at times. "You're being really weird right now. You know that, right?"

"Uh-huh," he said then stood up, holding the candle close to his smirk. "So? Do you want to play?"

"That depends." You took a step in the direction of your bedroom, feeling a knot in your stomach. "What exactly are you going to do to murder me?"

He gave You a lopsided grin then shrugged. "You'll just have to find out, Princess."

You hummed then took another step. "I'm not going to get hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."

"Right." Another step. You could lock the bedroom door if You had to. You weren't exactly sure what Bucky's plan was to 'murder you,' but You were a little nervous to find out. You could buy some time and keep him talking while You snuck closer to the bedroom. "Let's just go ahead and point out the obvious here-" Another step. "-you're a Super Soldier and an Avenger."

"True."

"I'm just a regular non-super human being. The chances of me surviving your attempt to murder me are pretty much at zero." And another step and You hummed. "Well, maybe there's a fifteen percent chance."

"Fifteen percent?" he chuckled.

"I'm your girlfriend. I know some of your buttons to push."

He hummed, his smirk returning. "Well, let's see if you can push them."

Without warning, he blew out his candle, completely covering himself in darkness. That nervous feeling exploded inside You, and You squeaked before bolting to the bedroom. Excitement morphed with your nervousness, and a few giggles slipped from your lips. This was a game. A weird and scary game, but You knew Bucky was only trying to make this night more exciting and possibly distract You from missing the class.

The moment you reached the door, an arm wrapped around your waist, and You squealed. You held the candle out, trying not to drop it, as he tried to grab your arms. "Bucky! You're going to make me drop the candle!"

His other arm wrapped around your chest and pulled You closer to him, trapping You against him. You felt his lips brush against your ear. "Then put it down, doll," he whispered, and You giggled from the tickly feeling, squirming slightly.

"Make me," You giggled and tried lifting your shoulder to protect your ear, but You knew it was futile. His head was blocking You from doing anything to protect yourself.

He chuckled, and You giggled louder as his breath slid across it. "No problem."

His hand across your waist - which You realized was his metal one because You could hardly move - viciously squeezed your side, and You shot your head back with a scream. "BUCKY!" You yelled, laughing and trying to squirm, then tried grabbing his hand.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be part of Bucky's plan. The moment your hands were close enough to his, he snatched the one holding the candle. He let You squirm out of his hold, and You spun around to face him. His evil grin returned, the shadows making it seem more sinister, and a chill ran down your spine. "Now, we can play," he said then blew out the candle.

Darkness fell over the both of you, and You stumbled back into the door. You waited, thinking he would charge at You but nothing happened. It was completely pitch black. You knew you wouldn't be able to run in the dark; You weren't used to traveling in it like Bucky was. "Bucky?" You called.

After a few moments, You turned around and your hands slid across the door, searching for its knob. This was so cruel. He was making You wait in anticipation for his inevitable attack. He probably wanted You to open the door too and lock You in with him. He was probably going to charge You once You did open the door. "You're a jerk," You stated then jumped at the sound of his chuckle echoing around You. "And an asshole."

Your fingers ghosted across the cold knob in your search then You grabbed it and turned it. It didn't squeak. He might not know You found it. If You could do this quickly, maybe You could shut him out. He'd have to break down the door to get to You, and You knew he wouldn't do that. You'd win this weird game of his. As quick as You could, You pushed the door open, ran through, then shut and locked it.

You fell against the door, in disbelief that You actually managed to escape your very mischievous boyfriend. "Holy crap," You breathed out. He couldn't get in not without You unlocking it for him. He was stuck out there. You won. A grin fell on your face, and You rested your head against the door. You were so proud of yourself.

"It sucks to be on the other side, doesn't it, sweetie?" You taunted, a few giggles escaping.

Two hands grabbed your waist, and You screamed and jumped against the door. You started hitting and pulling at the hands, fear immediately overtaking your excitement. "Whoa, whoa, it's just me!" Bucky shouted.

"Shit, Bucky!" You yelled, falling back against the door and covering your face. You felt him wrap his arms around You and pull You closer to him. "Why the hell would You scare me like that?"

His hand rubbed your back. "Because you taunted me." He spidered his fingers up your spine, and You flinched closer to him. "I had to teach you a lesson somehow."

You snorted, your head falling against his shoulder. "Geez, you made me think someone was in our room."

"Oh, but someone is in our room, [Y/N]."

And he was back to being his weird mysterious self. "Oh, right, you're my murderer." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to surrender myself to you. So do with me as you will."

He chuckled. "Giving up that easily?"

"Again, only a fifteen percent chance, and I'm pretty sure those numbers just dropped anyway."

He chuckled again then slid his hands down and picked You up. Your fingers ran through his hair as he walked you two to the bed. At least, You assumed it was the bed; You could hardly see anything. The moonlight shining in through the window was helping a little bit, but it wasn't enough to light up the room. He stopped and climbed onto the bed then laid You down gently. "What to do with you first," he whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I have a great idea."

"Tell me," You whispered, smiling and closing your eyes as he slid your arms above your head. "I'd love to hear your villainous plan."

"Oh, I know you would, and I'll tell you." He kissed your forehead, making you smile wider.

You started to raise your leg to hook around his waist but then heard a click. Your eyes widened, and You flinched when You heard another one. His fingers ghosted down your arms, and You involuntarily giggled then realized You couldn't put your arms down. You yanked on what was holding them, and You glared at your boyfriend. "What are you doing with the handcuffs?"

You felt a cold, tickly finger lightly scratching at your armpit, and You snickered, ultimately losing the glare as You tried to squirm away from it. "I told you, doll," he singsonged, and You snickered more when he switched to the other armpit. "-someone's in our room."

"N-No, there ISn't," You protested, the tickly sensation driving You up a wall, and You kicked your foot on the mattress. "I-I didn't a-agrEE to THIS!"

"Oh, well, it's not really your choice, isn't it, my little victim?"

He scratched at both armpits, and your head fell back against the pillow, your snickers turning into giggles. "Sweetie," You groaned out then yelped and giggled louder as all of his fingers lightly spidered into your armpits.

"Oh, I'm not your sweetie." He ceased tickling and ghosted his fingers down your body. "Although, I love that you dressed up just for me."

"I-I didn't dress up for you, you a-asshole," You giggled out. "Let me go."

He hummed, his hands caressing your midriff. "You see, I don't think I can." His hands slid to the buttons on your dress and started to undo them. "As your murderer and dedicated tickle monster-"

"Oh, shit."

"Language, [Y/N]," he chuckled, undoing the last button and revealing your tummy. His hands slid into the opening of the dress, his fingers trailing across your sensitive belly. You giggled immediately. "I've noticed you have been rather sad today," he continued.

"S-Stop it," You pleaded.

"And because you've been sad, I'm determined to chase those sad feelings away," he continued. "And, as your murderer, I'm also here to tickle you to death."

"Y-You don't h-have to do thi-is."

"I guess you shouldn't have gotten all dressed up for me, doll. You did this to yourself."

"I did not drESS-" Your laughter exploded, bouncing off the soundproof walls, as Bucky dug into your belly button and scratched at one of your low ribs. Your heels dug into the mattress, and You squirmed as much as You could to get away. "BUCKY!"

You heard him laugh, but it was quickly drowned out when both of his hands slid up beneath your dress to scratch your ribs. "NONONO!" You shouted, your pitch rising high, and arched your back as he dug at the spaces between the bones. "OH, SHIT!"

"Language, [Y/N]!" Bucky scolded as You flailed from side to side, laughing hysterically. He continued to climb your ribs, giving special attention to each and every bone. "I'm trying to murder you here!"

You couldn't even respond. Your thoughts were completely consumed by the tickle sensations exploding in your body. Your body instinctively wiggled to get away, moving so fast it was as if it was panicking that it couldn't escape. You couldn't escape. Your merciless boyfriend had straddled You and strapped You to the bed and now was tickling You to insanity.

Some people would hate being in this situation with their partner, but You didn't. If You were being honest, You loved it when he tickled You. Something about it just made your troubles disappear for a little while, and it made You feel good that he wanted to touch you. You knew he wouldn't go too far with the tickling. You both had a safeword in play for situations like this, but You weren't about to use it unless You reached your limit.

He had reached your armpits again at this point and was showing no mercy. "You are the most ticklish person on this planet," he teased as You screamed when he dug deeper into the skin. "I should have brought our toys over here after handcuffing you."

You shook your head, knowing exactly which toys he was referring to. "No?" he questioned, tilting his head. Without warning, he pulled his hands out from under your dress and started tickling your ears. Your laughter died down and melted into consistent giggles. "But it's so much fun making you lose your mind."

You coughed between your giggles, and he pulled his hands away, giving you a chance to breathe. "N-No t-toys," You breathed out, a permanent grin stretched on your face.

He hummed and brushed your now wild and tangled hair behind your ear. You giggled involuntarily at the light touch, and he chuckled. "Oh, I would love to see that beautiful smile right now."

"Too bAD!" You squealed when he squeezed your sides once. "O-Okay, okay!"

He chuckled again. "You know, maybe I should tickle you until the power comes back on."

"Stop it," You groaned.

"You've told me love it," he stated, which was true. You had confessed that you loved it when he tickled you. You told him after he tickled You for the first time, and he had been more than happy to tickle you since then.

"Well, I don't feel very dead yet."

He barked out a laugh then scooted down to your legs, sitting on them. "Oh, good, because I'm not done murdering you."

You giggled in anticipation, already holding on to the fluffy handcuffs. "I swear if you use your stubble down there-"

"Oh, is someone hinting that they want me to tickle them with my beard?" he teased, ghosting his fingers on your inner thighs.

Your legs flinched and then shook with each caress, and You giggled louder. "You can't grow a beard if you haven't hit puberty yet."

He immediately shifted to all fours. "Ooh, someone wants it badly." Then, You lost it. His stubble scratched at the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, and he held your leg in place to keep it from flinching away. Your head fell back as your laughter poured out, and You pulled at your handcuffs. You didn't think it could get any worse than that until his hand slipped under your dress, and he tickled the lowest part of your belly.

"NO!" You screamed and tried shifting your body up toward the headboard, but it was no use. With his arm holding your leg down, You weren't going to get very far. You just laid there and took it. You did ask for it, after all. You knew better than to tease Bucky, but You liked to do it anyway. "BUCKY!"

"I am not Bucky!" he shouted, and You felt him switch to your other thigh, making You squirm in a different direction. He held your other leg down now and rubbed his stubble against it. You squealed before laughing hysterically again. "I am the Tickle Monster! I'm here to murder you with tickles!"

His hand slipped out from under your dress, and he spidered his fingers along your other thigh. You tried to flinch that leg away, but he had locked it in place with his legs. You could feel both of your legs try to flinch, but neither of them was able to move an inch. Bucky made sure You knew that You were completely at his mercy. "Having fun yet, sweetheart?" he called out, now pinching your inner thighs and lifting his head up.

You cackled, hiding your face behind your arm. "Y-You-AH!" You screamed as he moved to spider his fingers under your knees.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" His wiggling fingers trailed down your calves, and your laughter melted into giggles once more. "I'm afraid I couldn't understand what snarky comment I know you were about to unleash. With you being so ticklish, I can imagine this is a very difficult problem you deal with on a daily basis."

"Oh my g-gosh," You giggled. "B-Babe, please."

"Please what?" he asked, and your breath hitched in your throat when he spidered his fingers on the tops of your feet. You felt him wrap his metal around your ankles, bringing your legs together and keeping them in place. You could thankfully still move your feet, but he would only follow your movements.

"T-This isn't fAIR!" You shouted, your pitch rising, as one finger scratched on the outline of your foot.

"Well, of course, it isn't fair, doll. Murderers don't give their victims chances to live."

"Please, PLEase!" You begged, feeling him move that one damn finger to scratch at your arch. Your feet were extremely ticklish. More ticklish than You thought was humanely possible, but they were. You and Bucky had first discovered this a few weeks ago when You asked him to help you figure out if they were ticklish. You quickly learned that was a mistake as he teased You about it quite often. "I'll do what YOU WAnt!"

The light scratching stopped, and your high-pitched laughter started to turn into giggles. You took in as many greedy breaths as possible, trying to calm down your racing heart. "Anything?" he asked.

"Yes," You sighed, still trying to catch your breath. "Anything."

He hummed, and You felt him switch holds on your legs, taking back his metal arm. You gasped as he slid his cold fingers up one of your arches, and You shivered slightly. "B-Babe, please. I-I said anything," You reminded, feeling your smile involuntarily widen.

"I really want to tickle your feet," he stated, and You pulled at your restraints again. "You do those cute squeals every time I play with your toes."

Your giggles rose an octave as he swiped at your arch again and again and again. "I-I can d-do THAT another WAY!"

He hummed again. "It wouldn't be the same." Without warning, he lightly spider-tickled your arch, and your hysterical laughter returned. You twisted and pulled as you frantically tried to get away.

"Plus," he continued, "they're so much fun to tease. All I have to do is gently tickle your foot anywhere, and you lose your mind. I could tickle this little spot-" His cold finger gently scratched at the space between your big toe and little ones, and You let out another scream. "-and you'll scream your head off all night."

"NO!" You protested before feeling him dig deeper into that space and falling into silent laughter.

He chuckled and switched to tickling your big toe, which wasn't as bad as the previous spot, but still pretty ticklish. The first cute squeal that Bucky loved so much came out, and he switched to your little toes. "Ah, there's the squeals I love to hear," he teased, listening to You squeal as he tickled your toes. "You want to know what's better with this, doll?"

You couldn't respond. You were stuck in a loop of loud, high-pitched squeals that only got louder the longer he tickled your toes. Your thoughts were completely overrun with the ticklish feeling shooting through your toes.

"Using both hands," he continued. Before You could even think about pulling your feet away, Bucky took back his other arm and used his body weight to keep your legs pinned to the mattress.

Then, You truly lost your mind and completely forgot about the power, the class, Tony, and every problem You had encountered. Bucky kept each touch random, never letting You get used to one spot. He would spider tickle your heels, drag his nails up your arches, and dig between each toe several times before You finally gave up and submitted to your fate. It got worse when he threw several sarcastic and snarky comments your way, such as "I think you need to see a doctor about your ticklish feet," or "We should test how much they tickle every night just to make sure you're still ticklish," or - your personal favorite - "I think I'm going to ask Wanda to cast a spell on you on Halloween night. Something that will make you even more ticklish than you already are, Princess." It was so brutal.

However, You were enjoying his playful behavior. Albeit he was being more merciless than he usually was, it felt good to laugh. You felt as though all your worries were melting away as he distracted You with light scratches, surprise pokes, stubble tickles, or digging deep into your skin. You needed this fun, but you would never admit it.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" he singsonged, and You squealed for the billionth time as he returned to your toes. "Such a ticklish Princess! I can't wait to do this again when you're asleep!"

You screamed at that before falling back into your squealing laughter. You were holding onto the headboard of the bed, gripping it harder as if that would help you deal with the ticklish sensations.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky's tickling slowed, and You took that opportunity to cough out the safe word, "Rose." Fortunately, he heard You and ceased tickling.

He sat up and massaged your feet, rubbing away the ghost tickles as You tried to recollect your thoughts. "Are you okay, doll?" he asked, moving to massage your toes.

"Y-Yeah," You croaked then let out a cough. You watched as Bucky's dark outline climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. He lit a candle - most likely, the one he took from You - and brought it over to the nightstand. He set it down, and You could finally see him; well, some of him anyway. "You look happy."

He chuckled then smirked. "I'm happy-" He climbed back onto the bed, settling on top of you, and brushed your hair out of your eyes. "-because there's a beautiful smile on your face."

"It was forced," You teased, a few airy giggles coming up.

He rose an eyebrow, and your breath hitched in your throat as he ghosted his fingers down your arm and stopped right above the armpit. "Was it now?"

You were giggling again and shook your head. "N-No! Okay, okay, it w-wasn't! Stop, please!"

He chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, doll." He leaned forward and pecked your lips. "I love hearing your laugh."

"I know you do." You pulled at the handcuffs. "You want to let me out of this, so I can hold you?"

He smirked then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing your wrists. You lowered your arms and wrapped them around his neck, your hands running through his hair. "I love you," You whispered.

"I love you too, doll," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. "You did so good during that, you know? You took it like a soldier."

You snorted. "I didn't realize you had to go through tickle torture as a soldier."

"Oh, no, that just started with you, doll, and I say you passed with flying colors." He winked. "Although there is one more test you have to take if you want to be a soldier."

"And what's that?" You whispered as he leaned closer to your lips, and You locked your arms around his neck.

"You have to seduce me."

You smirked. "Oh, I thought I already did."

"Yeah, you did," he whispered then kissed you.

The power didn't turn back on until morning. Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, texting Tony about the class. He had noticed You didn't attend but wasn't disappointed or upset with You like you feared he would be. He was more worried, but he assumed Bucky was taking care of You, so he decided to wait and contact You in the morning. Once he learned that both of you were affected by the sudden power surge, his worries faded, and he told Bucky to have You call him later. A lot of students had missed the class because of the surge, so the Professor was holding another one in a few days to catch everyone up. Bucky reassured him that he would pass the message on then tossed his phone onto the ottoman.

Bucky glanced over, seeing You sleeping soundly under the covers. Your dress and bra lay on the floor, having been tossed to the side during last night's fun. He chuckled to himself and smirked softly as he reflected on it. He loved being with You. Even as you lay there snoring like a tractor, he couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man in the world to have You in his life.

-TT

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[ficsandgiggles]

A Sense of Giggly Calm (Wanda x Reader)

This fic is for anyone that’s going through a tough time and feel like their emotions are too much. It’s especially for @pegasusflight77 whom I’ve wanted to surprise with this. I hope everyone who reads this feels a sense of calm and love. ❤️

You stormed through the front door and threw your bag onto the floor, slamming the door in the process.

Todays shift was difficult, you had to deal with so many angry people and your supervisor snapped at you for half an hour about various rumours which showed blatant favouritism between your supervisor and other colleagues and the whole thing just made you frustrated and you wanted to quit right at that moment, but you wanted to try and calm down and process what had happened.

You and Wanda had a really strong relationship, not quite a romantic one yet but it was obvious the two of you had feelings for each other, but you weren’t ready to discuss it just yet. The second Wanda heard the door slam, she approached you, using her powers to add a sense of calm in your mind.

“Hey, rough day?” She asked you gently, although she already knew the answer, she could sense your vibe but she didn’t know whether to press or not, so she hoped her open ended question would allow you to either talk about it or not.

You just shrugged. “Yeah, it’s fine.” You replied, a little bluntness in your tone as you immediately headed to your room, again shutting the door a little too loud to get a tiny bit of frustration out, although Wanda’s magic did help calm your mind a little.

The Scarlet Witch decided to leave you for a little bit, knowing that if she tried to pester, it would get too much for you. She went into the kitchen and made you a hot chocolate, adding extra cream and mini marshmallows and even sprinkled chocolate dust over it. She eventually decided to go up to your room, knocking before opening the door just a little bit, her heart breaking a little as you just lay on your belly, seemingly defeated.

“Hey, Y/N, just checking in, I made you a special hot chocolate if you want it, may I come in?” She asked, her tone concerned yet caring.

Wanda was met with a shrug and a grunt from you, she took it as permission to come in, she put the hot chocolate on your desk and sat on your bed, a gentle hand on your back. “What’s up, buttercup?” She asked.

“Work bullshit.” You replied simply, not wanting to talk or think about it, Wanda was quick to pick up on this and nodded in understanding, not that you could see. She decided to relax you by gently spidering her fingers up and down your back, with full intentions in melting you a little.

However, she was met with a flinch, with you squirming a little as you tensed up, your shoulders even scrunching up every so slightly. You bit back a smile to prevent any verbal reaction from coming out.

Wanda raised her eyebrow, briefly checking your thoughts and smiled when she saw your mind imagining you giggling loudly as she used her gentle fingers and even magic fluttering around your overly sensitive body.

“Hm…” she hummed casually, her fingers now moving up your top as her nails gently dragged down your back, smirking as you let out a tiny squeal, knowing she had read your mind.

Wanda’s nails continued to gently drag across your back, until her spidering fingers suddenly attacked your sides. The quick change caused you to squeal again as you began giggling and pushing at her hands whilst attempting to move onto your back.

The redhead grinned and used her magic to send wiggly flitters into your belly. “Go on then, roll over.” She teased gently as her fingers kept scratching your sides.

After a few giggly squeals and hesitation to move, you eventually managed to roll onto your back in an attempt to push her off, but both of you knew that you didn’t want that, so Wanda just smiled fondly and now moved her fingers under your top to skitter into your belly, using her magic to wiggle under your arms.

The sudden change in her gentle attack caused you to squeal and arch your back, you loved it when her fingers skittered along your sensitive skin, yet it was tortuous at the same time, you gently batted at her hands in a playful yet feeble attempt to get her off you.

“We both know you love and need this, Y/N.” Wanda commented with a fond smile, her magic now fluttering into your thighs and feet as she pulled your top up gently to nuzzle and blow baby raspberries whilst her nails gently scribbled up and down your sides.

You blushed madly at her comment, whining in response as you tried to push her hands away, but Wanda was stronger than you expected, and her hands stayed put and continued to gently torture your sides.

“Awww, little angry Y/N is now a pile of adorable giggles!” Wanda teased, nibbling between her baby raspberries as her fingers now shook in the spaces between your ribs.

Blushing, you cackled with laughter as you shook your head in protest, your feet kicking out helplessly as you began to struggle to breathe. Obviously, Wanda noticed the is and finished you off with one more huge raspberry on your belly before letting you go and stopping her magic.

You curled up, facing away from her as you took in deep breaths, but mentally prompting Wanda to spoon you from behind, which the witch did happily as she held you tightly.

“It’s okay to feel frustrated and angry… I’m proud of you for feeling but just know I will support you every step of the way and I will be here to cheer you on.” Wanda whispered to you, and kissing your head for the very first time.

That gesture surprised you, but you melted into the feeling, a small smile on your face as you quietly thanked her whilst relishing in the feeling of being held by her.

It wasn’t long before the two of you fell asleep, all the stress and anger that work caused floated away in your happy dreams, feeling safe and loved once again by the Scarlet Witch.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #ler!wanda

[widowsistersandfriends]

Battle of the Best

Request: "Can you do a fic where the reader is teasing Yelena about how ticklish she is. And then claims to not be ticklish, but is only is certain spots? Btw, really love your fics."

Note: Thank you for this fic request and the kind words! I'm sorry it took so long but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1464

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“I’m booooored…” you complained, lying across the couch in the living room of the Avenger’s Compound. 

“Y/N, why don’t you keep Yelena company? She’s bored too and I have some work to do, so I can’t entertain you two children,” Natasha suggested in a teasing tone. 

“We are not children,” Yelena interjected, as she had just entered the room. 

“Uh huh,” Natasha said, quirking an eyebrow.

“C’mon Y/N, Natasha has made me your babysitter for the day,” Yelena said, grabbing your hand to lift you off the couch. 

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, since we’re two children, we’re going to the park today,” Yelena declared, as you giggled.

“The park? Where all the little kids are?” You asked skeptically.

The blonde nodded, quickly escorting you out the door.

A short walk later you arrived at the playground area, which was recently renovated. Luckily for you two, there were no people or little kids at the playground. 

“Oh look, they added gymnastics bars!” You said excitedly. 

“Wanna have a competition?” Yelena said, a small smirk forming on her face. 

“Whatever it is, you know I’ll beat you at it,” you retorted back.

“We both hang from the bar and see how long we can stay on. Whoever stays on the longest wins,” Yelena explained.

“How is this a competition exactly if we know I’m gonna win?” You asked, with a cheeky little grin.

“The catch is…you can do anything to make the other person fall,” Yelena added.

“Pffsh, okay blondie. That won’t help you win you know,” you said cockily.

“We’ll see you little butt,” the blonde replied. 

“You go first,” you said to Yelena.

“I’ll set the world record for longest hold,” the blonde assured you.

Yelena clung onto the bar, hanging loosely without her feet touching the ground. You started the timer and it began counting up. You slowly walked over to the blonde, smirking evilly. 

“I know you think you have this in the bag, but I have a trick up my sleeve,” you said, grinning in her face.

“And what would that be?” Yelena asked.

You wiggled your fingers teasingly, as the blonde’s eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

“Y/N, NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Yelena shouted.

With that, you began tickling her armpits, making her thrash around and laugh. She was stubborn, and you knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

“I’LL NEHEHEHEVER DROHOHOP,” she shouted, as you giggled at her reaction.

“My goodness, you’re so ticklish. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive,” you teased, which only made the blonde blush and laugh harder.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE,” she laughed, kicking her legs to try to keep you away.

You quickly grabbed her legs, yanking both of her shoes and socks off to expose her bare soles. 

“Uh uh uh, no kicking,” you said teasingly, while you began to rake your nails over her soft feet. 

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE,” she squealed, still barely holding on to the bar.

“You might set a record, but instead you’ll set it for being the most ticklish person on earth,” you teased,” as she just shook her hand and continued to laugh hysterically. 

You tickled underneath and between her toes, knowing this was a sweet spot. The blonde let out a shriek of giggles, as you eventually released her foot. Yelena was still holding on by a thread.

“Not giving in are you?” You asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Never,” she said breathlessly.

“Really?” You asked, now squeezing away at her sides, which she immediately went to protect, as she dropped down on the soft surface beneath her. You followed her down, quickly pinning her arms and continuing to tickle her sides.

“Y/N! STAHAHAHAP IHIHI ALREHEHEADY DROHOHPPED,” she cried out, as you just shrugged and continued tickling her. Eventually you let her go, having mercy on the cocky blonde.

“You..are..such…a jerk,” Yelena managed to get out, still breathing heavily and recovering from the tickle torture.

You looked at the timer and saw that she had lasted 5 minutes.

“You really think this will be in the record books?” You asked teasingly, as Yelena retorted by giving you a soft poke on the side.

“Nice try, but I’m not ticklish,” you said, giving the blonde a side squeeze, which earned you a yelp.

“Sure, Y/N. I totally believe you. Now get up on that bar,” Yelena insisted.

You hoisted yourself up, hanging the same way the blonde did. You had decent arm strength, so lasting more than five  minutes seemed like a piece of cake for you.

Yelena immediately picked up your feet, taking off your shoes and socks the same way you did. She began to scribble up and down your feet, expecting the same reaction out of you that happened to her. However, you didn’t feel a thing, much to your pleasure.

“Nice try blondie. I told you I wasn’t ticklish and you didn’t believe me,” you said, rubbing it into your face.

“Y/N, everyone is ticklish and has a secret spot. I’ll find yours,” she said evilly. Part of you panicked inside but you would never let that show. You tried your best to concentrate and block any other sensation on your body.

Yelena moved up, lightly tickling your calves, knees, thighs, and even your hips and sides. None of those spots even got you to crack a smile, much to Yelena’s frustration. 

“What can I say? I have nerves of steel,” you said triumphantly. 

Yelena rolled her eyes, but was determined to not give up. She slowly moved her fingers up to your ribs, pausing for a second, before digging her fingers between your ribs. Your eyes widened, not expecting this sudden, overwhelming sensation. You clamped your mouth shut, desperate to not let out any giggles. Unfortunately, Yelena was a spy and could pick up on even the smallest of details.

“Oh? Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you…ticklish?” The blonde teased, digging in between even more aggressively, causing you to jolt.

“Y/N, just laugh. You know you want to,” Yelena said.

“N-n-ehehverrr!” You replied, letting a small giggle slip out. 

“I heard that Y/N. Come on, I’m only gonna get you worse if you resist,” Yelena said evilly. 

“Yelena! Stop tickling mehehehee!” You giggled, as fingers sped up.

“Nah.” With that, she dug in full force into your ribs, causing you to shriek with laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” You squealed, as Yelena grinned at you.

“Silly Y/N, that’s the point. It’s supposed to tickle for super sensitive people like you,” Yelena teased.

“IHIHIM NOHOHT SUPEHEHER SENSIHITIHIVE,” you shouted, desperate to drop down.

Yelena moved up to your armpits, earning a whole new fresh wave of laughter. 

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you screamed, as you dropped down from the bar, Yelena catching you before you hit the ground.

“Thanks,” you said, as Yelena smirked evilly.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, as she pinned you on your stomach.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Yelena asked.

“Nowhere! Now let me go!” You said, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

You felt the blonde slip her hand underneath your shirt, as she began to softly rake her nails over your back. You lost any and all control.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEASE ENOUGH!” You cried.

“You can never have enough tickles, Y/N. Plus this is what you get for lying you little brat,” Yelena commented. Her nails continued to torment over your upper and lower back, making sure to dip into your sides and the back of your ribs. Your feet kicked in desperation, as the blonde began to tickle the back of your neck, one of your weakest spots.

“PLEHEHEASE LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO AHAHAHA IHIM GONNA PEHEHEEE,” you shouted, as Yelena finally let you up.

“This will teach you to one, not lie, and two, don’t think that you can beat me in any competition,” Yelena said teasingly.

“You’re still way more ticklish than me,” you retorted with a playful glare.

Yelena raised an eyebrow and moved towards you again.

“WAIT NO! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHCK!” You scream-laughed as she gave you another quick rib tickling. 

“Oh my gosh, that spot is bad,” you whined.

“That’s a good thing,” the blonde responded, as you rolled your eyes.

Yelena checked her timer and realized it had been running the whole time.

“Guess that means I win,” you said cheekily.

“No it does not! You definitely fell way before me, I just didn’t stop the timer,” Yelena said.

“Guess that means we’ll need to have a rematch, right?” You said, as you both shared a grin, and the blonde nodded in agreement. 

With that, round two of tickles and laughter began, and you two were definitely no longer bored.

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #ticklish!reader #natasha romanoff #ler!yelena #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #black widow #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!yelena #tickle fic #avengers tickle #mcu tickle fic #mcu phase 4 #ler!reader #lee!yelena #lee!reader #tickle fanfiction #marvel #widow sisters #marvel fluff #fluff

[tickles-in-ficland]

PT 2

POV: You pull a prank on your super solider brother and are facing the ticklish consequences and seek help from the other Avengers but it doesn’t quite work 😉

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #ler!steverogers #pov

[valiantphantomangel]

The mischief duo

"Ohhh Y/N~ come out come out wherever you are" Bucky said as he walked into the living room with Loki by his side.

You quickly rolled up into a ball and kept hidden under the blanket that you threw over yourself as you laid under the couch.

"If you come out now then maybe Lokes and I will have a little mercy on you" Bucky continued to taunt as Loki laughed.

"But it's unlikely" Loki said with a mischief grin as he and Bucky walked through the living room searching for you.

Now how the hell did you get into this sticky situation, well I'm glad you asked.

You and Peter had set up a few pranks, like putting Star Wars stickers on Bucky metal arm with super glue and switching Loki's hair care products (because of course he has them for his precious raven hair) with pink hair dye.

They had immediately known it was you for some reason and began searching the compound with you running from room to room.

Suddenly you felt a cold metal hand grab your ankle and pulling you out from under the couch, with a yelp you looked up and saw Loki and Bucky grinning down at you.

"Hi" you said with a fake innocent smile hoping you could fool them but couldn't help but laugh at Loki's bright pink hair and the stickers on Bucky's arm

"Oh you think this is funny? We'll give you something to laugh about Little Dove" Likes grinned and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey-y what is that for" You giggle softly as you hang upside down.

"No need to act innocent Y/N, we are going to tickle you to pieces for what you did" Bucky said with a stupid smirk that matched Loki's as they walked through the halls and towards the gym.

You immediately blushed brightly at the thought of being tickled by the both of them and kicked your feet out, while still hanging over Loki's shoulder.

The god simply laughed and wrapped an arm around your legs to stop you from kicking him and scratched over the sole over you foot since you were only wearing socks.

You kicked out your feet while giggling as you wiggle around to try and get down which only caused Loki to tighten his grip on you.

"Now it's very simple" Loki said with a smirk as he threw you onto the couch and straddled your waist while Bucky pulled your arms above your head "If you tell us who helped you pull off those little stunts of yours, we'll let you go".

"Nope, not happening" you said quickly with a grin as you looked up at them.

"Oh now you're just asking for it" Bucky grinned before dragging his nails over your ribs.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing but that idea went out the window when Loki started to scribble over your tummy.

You giggled softly and sucked in your tummy but that didn't do shit because the stupid god just squeezed your sides which caused a belly laugh from you.

"Your laugh is just so adorable Y/N" Loki cooed as he dipped his picky in your belly button and stroked around on your tummy with his thumb.

"i-i do NOthhihibih"! You giggled as you tried to get away from his hands.

"I knew you were ticklish but this i didn't expect" Bucky taunted from behind you before suddenly drilling into your ribs.

You threw your head back as you laughed hysterically, everyone on the team knew that your ribs are one of your dead spots and took advantage of it almost everyday. But not like Bucky did, he counted your ribs while you went breathless with laughter.

"BUCKY STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you screamed through your laughing as you tossed around.

"Only if you tell us who helped you" they both said with that stupid smirk.

"Okay OKAY"!

"Hmm I don't know, who knows if you might lie" Buck said as he tapped bis chin in thought.

"It was Peter" you said out of breath.

"The spiderling, i should have known" Loki laughed before looking at Bucky "Think the kid had enough for now"? He looked at you with a laugh.

"For now, but rest assured Doll we'll come after you again after we have had a little chat with Peter" Buck said with a dark chuckle before letting go of your arms.

"Now I like the sound of that, a little mischief is always good" Loki said with a smirk before climbing off of you and kissing your forehead, he and Bucky walked off towards Peter's room with the same evil grin.

You didn't wait a second before running towards your room just as you heard Peter's hysterical laugh through the halls "You traitor"!

You locked yourself in your room for the rest of the day and even though you were exhausted from laughing you couldn't get rid of the goofy smile on your lips.

You had learned a lesson today, never mess with the Mischief duo, or at least.

Never get caught ;)

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #tickle punishment #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #ler!bucky #ler!loki #peter parker #avengers tickle #lee!peter

[gigglymarvel]

Discovering Trust

Chapter One - The Rescue

Welcome to our new series! We’ve added a reader insert this time and it starts off with them getting rescued from your capture, thus meeting Natasha and Wanda for the first time. Enjoy 💕

Word count: 1302

Warnings: None

Natasha was experienced at retrieval missions, and there were blips on Fury’s radar about a new possible recruit with powers that may be in hiding, denial, or unaware of their powers. 

Wanda was to accompany Natasha, but as a secondary reinforcement and to ensure cover to return to the jet in case there were any complications. 

You had always been weird but lately, you couldn't help but feel everything everyone was feeling. And you always had a bond with animals but lately, it seems you could nearly have conversations with them, though it wasn't words so much as an understanding. 

“Are you certain we have everything planned out?” Wanda asked Natasha, a little nervous as this was the first time she had done anything like this.

You winced, looking over to see a cat looking at you as you lay on your bed. You didn’t expect anyone’s presence, but for some reason, you sensed in the feline that some major changes were about to happen.

Nat put a reassuring hand on Wanda's shoulder, “There is never a way to plan everything out, but we can do our best to adjust to that which comes our way. Research shows this one is a bit timid so maybe approach from the front and I'll cover the back in case she panics?” 

Wanda nodded, understanding what it was like to be nervous. She therefore wanted to do everything she could to try and comfort you and reassure you that you were going to be safe. “Will we have time to talk to her before we take her or will it be just a grab-and-go kinda deal?”

The idea is you talk to her. Grab and go is in case she runs.” The Widow assured her. Wanda nodded, as they approached the building you were in, the two scanned the area so they knew where exactly you were.

Nat snuck up the back balcony and sent Wanda to the front door since she was the less intimidating of the two of you. She simply used her magic to let herself in, quickly and quietly going upstairs to find you curled up on your bed.

“Hey… Y/N? You’re safe now, would you like to come with us?” Wanda offered you gently, not yet touching you as she wasn’t sure if you were frightened.

You immediately knew who she was, you could trust her and believed her words. You stood up, nodding silently as you packed a few bits and pieces, but kept to yourself as Wanda took you back to the jet, nodding towards Natasha.

The redheaded Widow greeted you softly, “Welcome aboard, Y/N.” And waited until you and Wanda had passed to close up the quinjet and pilot it back to the tower. 

You bit your lip, nodding at her as you sat down and strapped yourself in, you didn’t want to be a burden, as you have always been everywhere else you’ve been. Wanda wrapped you in a blanket she picked up when the two of you left. “You’re ok now, Y/N, we’ll look after you now.”

Nat nodded, “Yes, you're an asset and a gift to this world, despite what you may have experienced so far.” 

You couldn’t help but raise your brows at Natasha, you were always told you were an awful person, so you believed that way more than you believed her.

She simply quirked a definitive brow at you in silent rebuttal to the doubt written on your face as she turned toward the compound, which was an hour's journey in that direction. Meanwhile, Wanda rubbed your back and held you close. 

The journey was somewhat awkward, there were a lot of uncomfortable sizes and you were already beginning to question whether you deserved to be rescued, you were even hesitant to read their minds. 

You did appreciate Wanda holding you the way she did, but you were even afraid to lean into her and accept the comfort then.

The jet landed at the compound smoothly, and Nat turned to you, “Shall we get you settled? Hungry?” She asked, and you looked up at her, longing for affection and love but hesitant to receive it, your stomach grumbled though.

“It sounds like she’s hungry.” Wanda chuckled and put an arm on your back as the three of you went into the house Wanda and Nat shared, mainly to get away from the other Avengers who were overwhelming a lot of the time. 

Natasha quickly got to work in the kitchen, though Wanda was much more the chef of the two, she could handle snacks. She threw together a grilled cheese on the stove, one of the few things she could cook, and then handed you a glass of water to start. “We have milk too if you prefer that with your sandwich, but I thought you might also be thirsty,” the Widow said, caretaking both natural and unnatural to her. 

Wanda kept her arm around you and rubbed your back, trying to be reassuring as she observed Natasha and you simultaneously. 

You nodded, still wary of the two as you only took half of the grilled cheese and the glass of water, slowly drinking it as well as taking a few bites of the grilled cheese. 

You couldn’t help but lean into Wanda’s comforting touch, not used to it but enjoying it. The witch smiled and wolfed down her grilled cheese. “This is so good, at least you don’t add hot sauce like your sister.” She chuckled.

Natasha chuckled, “She puts that on everything.” The redhead watched you gently, “Would you like anything else to drink?” 

You looked down, shaking your head silently as Wanda bit her lip, looking up at the Black Widow for help as she couldn’t figure out how to help you.

Nat reached out, smiling softly and tickled under your chin like she did with Yelena to help her come out of her shell when she shut down, “Hey, we're not gonna go anywhere. It takes time to process.” The older heroine assured you as she reached and squeezed Wanda's arm to encourage you. 

“She’s right, Y/N, we know you have been through a lot and we want to help you feel loved and wanted.” The witch told you gently, then smirking a little when she saw you flinch and bite your lip at the chin flutters.

Nat smiled, “Oh? Is this how you loosen up?” She asked, smirking at Wanda, who discreetly used her magic to flutter over your sides, nothing too extreme, but enough for you to feel and make you squirm a little.

The Widow grinned gently and let her fingers scritch and gently squeeze above one of your knees as she leaned against the counter next to where you sat. You couldn’t help but let out a squeal, flinching away as you covered your mouth, kicking out as you did so.

“I think soooo!” Wanda smiled fondly as she watched you fight back giggles.

“Aww Y/N this is so cute, I think we can use this to help you,” Nat winked, looking at Wanda, who nodded and released you from her powers.

You bit your lip, not knowing how to react to being called cute, you just silently shook your head.

Wanda smiled fondly, “Only if you're comfortable of course,” she said, noticing you shake your head.

“Maybe she’s not used to it, trauma takes a while to recover from, but I’m sure we can help,” Natasha told you gently, understanding what you were going through. She wasn’t sure how to help but she wanted to.

Eventually, they guided you to the couch, sitting in a comfortable silence, watching whatever was on TV, although you were still wary of the pair, you were willing to try and feel the love you were craving. 

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ok, this is really cringy and the reason I'm on anon, but can you do a fic where kid!loki tickles the reader while she's taking a break from studying? Thanks.

Important Books

“Why are you reading?” Loki asked you.

“I have a test coming up and I haven’t studied a single bit for it!” You were desperately trying to take notes out of a textbook and Loki was bothering you.

“You never read!” He pouted and sat on the couch next to you.

“Loki I have to, I am going to fail this class if I don’t do well on that test.”

“Are these books more important than…me?” He smiled and gestured to himself.

“Wow, extra ego plus a sprinkle of jerk today!” You groaned and faced away from him.

“Love, come on you work yourself to hard!” He put a hand on your shoulder.

He was right, and you always hated it when he was right.

“I suppose I could use a break,” you admitted and set the book aside.

“I knew you couldn’t resist!” He smirked and you wrapped your arms around him snuggling into his chest.

Loki traced his fingertips in circles along your back slightly scratching.

Fighting the urge to smile, you hid your face in his chest even more.

“Something wrong love?” He knew damn well what he was doing.

“N-no!” You stammered.

“I think there is,” Loki traced the tips of his fingers down your back to your side and drilled right into you causing you to squeak with a jump.

“Aww nothing is the matter?” Loki dug his fingers into your side as you burst into giggles.

“LOHOKIIII QUHIT IT!” You squeal.

“Can’t do that I just enjoy seeing you smile love,” Loki wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you onto his lap he dug his fingers into your belly.

“NOHOOOO NOHOT MY BELLY IHIT TIHICKLES!” You scream and kick your legs as he kneads your belly with his fingers.

“I’m afraid that’s the point love,” Loki slipped his fingers under your shirt tickling your bare belly.

“STYAAAAHAAAAP IHIT!” You try to get away as best as you can but you can’t.

After a few minutes of this Loki kisses your cheek and stops tickling your belly. You curl into a ball on his lap and hide how red your face is.

“Loki?” You timidly whisper.

“Yes love?” He smiles down at you.

“I’m done studying,” you giggle.

“Ah very well then, would you like to watch a movie?”

You nod your head as he runs his fingers through your hair.

How could someone love a boy this much?

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