#avengers tickle fic week

[widowsistersandfriends]

Fighting the Tickle Monster

Request: Hi! First of all, your fics are amazing and cute and I'm so sorry for the haters you're getting! If that's okay, I wanted to give you a little prompt for Wanda and reader. Like, since joining the compound, reader has always seen Wanda being the tickle monster (she gave herself that title!) so they get Wanda, only to find out she is a huge and adorable walking tickle spot! You're free to add whatever you want, even other characters, I don't mind :)

Notes: Thank you so much for this cute request! I appreciate your patience waiting for this fic! I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 2030

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You were new to the Avengers, as this was only your second week living in the compound with all of them. You were still in awe of the structure and layout of your new living space. The highest technology, finest finishes, and updated appliances. For now, you had your own room, but you were never alone for long. Especially since the rest of the Avengers loved hanging out as a group downstairs in the common area.

You had many mentors who helped lead the way for you. As you learned more about how to be a great superhero, you also learned a lot more about the roles around the compound. Yelena was the prankster, roping in Kate and Peter so she could split the punishment. Peter and Kate were young and maybe just a tad bit scared of Yelena. They figured it was better to split the punishment three ways rather than two. Natasha was definitely the mom of the group, caring and strong, while always looking out for your safety and well-being first. Steve was the goofy one, always cracking corny jokes and happened to be an amazing chef as well. Tony was the uptight, serious, all work no play guy around there. Thor, Bruce, and Clint were chill dudes, who bonded over their lack of understanding of what young people do these days. Lastly, Wanda was the one who would do anything to protect anyone, but she also had a mischievous side and couldn’t help messing with people given her powers.

From what you’ve seen so far, whenever Yelena would try to pull pranks with Kate and Peter, Wanda would be the first to punish them with tickles. Her powers allowed her to pin all three of them at once while still having both her hands free. Natasha would sometimes join in to help her or give away Yelena’s weaknesses. Even though you were new here, Yelena still tried to rope you in as much as possible. Today, you were involved in your first quadruplet prank, which you learned the hard way to not do.

The four of you had put on swim flippers, dragging mud prints into the compound, trying to scare the others that an animal had walked through and left footprints. You guys were able to execute it quickly, running into the garage to take off the flippers and hide them. You knew this was a harmless prank since Wanda could use her magic to clean it up in seconds. However, your flippers were stuck and you couldn’t get them off in time, when the garage door opened and Wanda caught you guys in the act. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing…” You said, avoiding eye contact and trying to move out of sight.

“Seems like Y/N has gotten roped into one of Yelena’s famous pranks huh?” The witch said, knowing that Yelena and the rest of the crew were hiding nearby. 

“I wasn’t doing anything!” You blurted out.

The witch knew you were lying, as she could hear your thoughts. 

“Really?” Wanda said, smirking a little before sending some magic towards you. In seconds you felt ticklish sensations on your ribcage, making you double over with laughter and wrap your arms around yourself, to no avail.

“Wahahanda stahahahap gehehet ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, struggling to stay standing.

“Not until you spill the truth,” Wanda said, upping the sensation, making you fall to the ground laughing. It also didn’t help that she had added sensations to your armpits. Wanda slowly made her way over to you, as you were a giggly mess on the floor. Your superpower was the ability to shut your nerves off. However, you were too ticklish and couldn’t concentrate enough to focus.

“C’mon Y/N, what’s the matter? Can’t turn your ticklishness off?” Wanda asked, now picking you up and flying back into the living room with you, and pinning you with her powers. With that, she continued the sensations and began to tickle your sides with her sharp nails.

“GAHAHAHA WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you screamed with laughter. 

“Better fess up who else is in cahoots with you,” the witch teased, speeding her fingers up.

“AHAHAHA NEHEHEVER,” you cried, unable to squirm and knowing that if you didn’t fess up, she would tickle you to tears.

“Tell the tickle monster, before she makes you pee your pants,” Wanda teased, moving down to your feet.

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE OKAHAHAY IHIHI GHIHIVE,” you shouted, knowing that once someone got a hold of your feet, you were done for.

“Tell me,” Wanda demanded, as you giggled from the lingering sensation.

“Ihihi ahaha was wihith Yelena, Kate, and Peter,” you huffed out, lying there in defeat.

“Ohh interesting,” Wanda said teasingly, as you knew she already knew all the details, wanted to tickle you to get you to confess.

“You’re evil, you know that,” you said playfully.

“Glad you picked up on that in the short time you’ve been here,” Wanda said with a wink.

“Now what do you say? Want to help me dish out a punishment to your other little minions?” Wanda asked with a smile.

You thought for a second, knowing that either way you would be in trouble. Whether it was with Wanda or Yelena. However, Wanda had way more power, so you took your chances with Yelena and led the witch back to the garage where the others were hiding. In your defense, they didn’t try to save you when you were being tickled to pieces.

You turned on the lights in the garage, telling Wanda where they hid. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll give you a headstart so they don’t try to chase you,” the witch whispered. You quickly ran off, hearing Yelena shout your name to get back there. You let out a giggle and returned to the living room where you found Natasha doing a sudoku puzzle.

“Heard you got wrecked, Y/N,” Natasha said, smirking without looking up.

“Shut up, I did not!” 

“Everyone could hear your laughter throughout the compound,” Natasha said. Before you could respond, Wanda came back in, all three kiddos in tow.

“Why do we keep agreeing to this?” Peter asked Kate, who looked like a deer in the headlights, knowing she was doomed. Yelena was the only one trying to wiggle her way out of Wanda’s grasp, being unsuccessful. 

“The more you squirm, the more she’s gonna tickle you,” Natasha told Yelena.

“But if I escape I won’t get tickled at all,” Yelena said back matter-of-factly.

“Too bad you’re not escaping,” you chimed in shyly.

“You little turd. You’re the reason why I got caught!” Yelena said, pointing at you.

“Don’t worry, I already tickled her to pieces,” Wanda said, catching you blushing.

“Oh man, I wish I saw that,” Yelena said with a chuckle.

“You missed a lot. She’s super ticklish and has the sweetest giggle,” Wanda said, floating her magic towards you, this time on your stomach.

“Nohohohoo Wahahahanda plehehehease ihih’ve hahahad enohough,” you squealed, curling up into a ball. They all laughed at your reaction, much to your embarrassment. 

“I didn’t forget about you guys,” Wanda said, promptly pinning the three of them with her powers.

“Now, who should I start with first?” Wanda said, wiggling her fingers.

“Kate!” Yelena blurted out, before bursting into laughter, as Wanda raked her nails over Yelena’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP.”

“Since you volunteered someone else, I decided to tickle you first,” Wanda said cheekily.

“IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE,” the blonde laughed, as Wanda began to squeeze her knees and knead into her hips.

Wanda gave her a break and moved on to Kate, who was the most scared out of all of them.

“Please don’t tickle me! I’m sorry!” Kate pleaded.

“Hmm, no I think the tickle monster is still hungry,” Wanda said, blowing three raspberries on Kate’s stomach. It tickled so much that Kate went into silent laughter.

“Wow Kate, she’s not even doing much,” Peter teased, whose eyes then widened when Wanda reached over and tickled his armpits, making the boy squeal with laughter. She now used her other hand to dip a finger into Kate’s belly button. 

“WANDA NOT THEHEHEHERE IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT,” Kate screamed. She was getting their two worst spots at the same time. Once she felt they had enough, she sent some magic to all of them, tickling them on their feet and sides. They were all laughing too much to even speak. Meanwhile Natasha had moved closer to you on the couch.

“You know, we should try to get Wanda back. She’s always the most powerful one here, but why not give her a taste of her own medicine?” Natasha suggested quietly to you.

“No way! I’m not suffering through punishment again!” You hissed back quietly.

“You’d rather be in trouble with me?” Natasha said, pinching your side, making you yelp and jump away.

“That’s what I thought,” the redhead said, now explaining the plan to you.

Natasha snuck up behind Wanda while she was distracted, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms above her head. Meanwhile you came around and quickly sat on Wanda’s waist.

“Y/N! What are you doing??” Wanda questioned, trying to break free from Natasha. 

“I’m here to get revenge,” you said simply.

“Too bad I’m not ticklish, so you’ll have to find another way,” the witch responded confidently.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, slowly tracing your fingers over her sides and stomach. You saw her jolt, as she sucked her stomach in to avoid your fingers.

“Oh what do we have here? Seems like I’m not the only liar here,” you said, now kneading into her sides and tickling her stomach with no mercy.

“Y/N STAHAHAHAP OHOO MY GOHOHOSH,” the witch cried out with laughter. The tickling was enough for her to break concentration, which released the other three from her spell holding them down. Meanwhile, Natasha was using her free hand to tickle the witch’s armpits. 

“Alright everyone, pick a spot,” Natasha said, keeping a firm grip on her wrists.

Yelena went to her feet, Kate was at her knees, and you and Peter would get her upper body, while Natasha got her armpits. 

“Everyone ready?” Yelena asked.

“NO GUYS PLEASE! DONT DO THIS!” Wanda panicked, unable to escape. 

“Who’s the tickle monster now?” You asked, as you all began to tickle her to pieces.

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA GUYS STAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted, overwhelmed with ticklish sensations. 

You raked your nails over her ribs, before digging in between her rib bones knowing that you had hit a sweet spot. The witch tried to kick and wiggle as much as she could, but she was outnumbered.

“Do you admit defeat?” Yelena asked, running her nails over a particularly good spot near her heel. 

“GAHAHA NEHEHEVER SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU GUHUYS,” the witch laughed, turning pink.

“Man she is stubborn,” Peter commented with a small laugh.

“Fine, then take this as revenge for all the times you tickled us. Turns out you’re even more ticklish than us!” Kate said, now tickling the back of her knees.

Natasha had let her guard down a bit, loosening her grip on Wanda’s wrists. The witch saw this opportunity and extended her arms to reach Natasha’s stomach. She wiggled her fingers, causing Natasha to yelp and let go of her wrists. With her hands free now, she immediately turned towards you and reached up to tickle you off of her. You squealed and immediately got off of her. Wanda was able to overpower the others and quickly turned the tables on Natasha, the only one who hadn’t been tickled yet. 

Within seconds, Natasha was laughing and squealing, failing to swat Wanda’s quick hands away. You joined the other three, fleeing to safety.

“You brats!” Natasha yelled out over her laughter. The four of you knew they would get revenge on you guys afterwards, so you guys took advantage of the head start. Even if tickling embarrassed you, you loved the bonding it created between you and your superhero teammates. And the one thing you always remembered was that Wanda was the ultimate tickle monster.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 5: Tracing Every Part of You

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary:

No powers, college AU.

Spending a day at the lake with the Avengers.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3727

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

Sorry it's slightly late (it's past midnight here). I haven't had as much time to edit as usual so I hope it's good.

Everyone is in college.

Warnings for overprotective/jealous/possessive Pietro, FWB to lovers, mentions of drowning, alcohol, tickling, a lot of bickering, mentions of a car accident, mentions of casual sex, these bitches suck at communicating, background Stucky and Wanda x Vision

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Wanda and Pietro were bickering in the front seat of Wanda’s battered station wagon. She wouldn’t let him drive, since he totalled her last car, and he was sulking about it.

“It’s been three years,” he muttered, “when are you going to get over it?”

“Oh, so you’re reckless and rusty, and you want me to let you drive?” Wanda rolled her eyes.

“I took a refresher course,” he said, slapping the dashboard. “I’m a better driver now! I won’t crash!”

“That’s nice. Get your own car.”

It had been like this for the entire drive. At least they weren’t speaking in Sokovian. They only did that when the arguments got serious.

You sat forward, leaning between their two seats. “Wow, you guys sure know how to make a girl regret riding with you.”

“There was no room in Steve’s car. You had no choice,” said Pietro.

“I’m sure Bucky would’ve let me ride on the back of his bike,” you said, a hint of suggestion in your tone.

Pietro frowned. “And end up splattered all along the sidewalk, I’d bet,” he huffed.

There was a not insignificant part of you that liked to get Pietro riled up. He wasn’t your boyfriend, not by any stretch of the imagination, but you’d been hooking up with him since the beginning of the school year.

Since summer break had started, you had spent almost every day over at his and Wanda’s place. Sometimes, he’d put his arm around you, or lend you his hoody, or sit a little too close to you while you played video games on the couch. But he wasn’t your boyfriend.

He was your friend that you sometimes kissed on the porch when his sister had gone to bed early. A friend who drew patterns on your back with his fingertip whenever he got bored. A friend who had seen you naked.

He never said anything, but he always got a little grumpy whenever you talked about spending time with Bucky or Steve. You couldn’t think of a single reason that he would have to dislike Steve, so you assumed – or hoped – that it was jealousy.

You encouraged it. Maybe if you kept pushing his buttons, he’d get his head out of ass and ask you on a date. A real date, not just you blowing him in the deserted laundrette after midnight, or him going down on you in the backseat of your car.

“Don’t worry, P, you’re still my favourite,” you said, lightly punching his arm. His lips twitched.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Don’t make you leave you two by the side of the road.”

“We aren’t doing anything,” you said, raising your hands.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

The first time you’d hooked up with Pietro was on the first night you’d met. You shared a psychology class with Wanda, and you’d struck up a friendship with her. She’d invited you to her birthday party, and you’d ended up chatting with an extremely pretty, very cocky boy with bleached blond hair.

When she’d stumbled in on the two of you in Pietro’s bed later that evening, she’d practically screeched, “What are you doing with my brother?”

You hadn’t known that Pietro was her brother, but it made a lot of things make sense. The fact that it had also been his birthday should’ve clued you in, since she’d told you she had a twin.

Your friends were already waiting for you at the lake when you pulled up. Tony had brought a portable stereo, and there was a large cooler full of ice-cold beers.

You were pondering the drinks selection, but Pietro had other ideas.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand. “Come swim with me.”

You wrinkled your nose. “In the gross lake water?”

He let a laugh. It was a sweet, musical thing that made you feel warm inside. “Why do you come to the lake if not to swim?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Ambience?”

He snorted. “What about to cool down?”

He had a point there. It was blisteringly hot in the sun, and only mildly more bearable in the shade. You were already wearing a bikini under your clothes, so it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared.

“Alright, fine.”

A grin spread across his face. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” he shouted, and then bolted towards the lake.

“Pietro!” you shrieked, but you were already following him. He kicked off his t-shirt and flip flops as he ran. You were having more trouble with your denim shorts. You had just reached the edge of the water when he took a running jump into it.

You swore. You shed your clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile, and waded in.

Despite the hot air, the water was very cold. You got to knee depth, and then hesitated. Your reluctance wasn’t missed by Pietro.

“Come onnnn,” he whined. “Come play with me.”

“You’re a child.”

“If I was a child, I would be splashing you right now. What I actually am is a gentleman.”

You put your hand on your heart sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.” You waded in a little deeper, and his eyes lit up. You kept going until the water was just under your boobs.

This was the hard part. “Come on, dragă. If you get it over with, I’ll come warm you up.” There was a prickle of warmth across your skin.

You took a deep breath and then plunged under the water. Even under the water you could hear Pietro whoop. When you resurfaced, his eyes were on you, a wide grin on his face. He held out a hand to you and you took it, letting him pull you into the deeper water.

“Much better,” he murmured, pulling you close. “You want me to warm you up?”

His fingers played with the string of your bikini. “Everyone is right over there,” you said, nodding towards the shore.

“Who cares about everyone? Let me take you somewhere quiet and make you feel good.”

The offer was tempting, but you had a new resolution. No more casual sex with Pietro. If he wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.

“No, thanks,” you said brightly, and turned to swim in the opposite direction.

Nat was wading in up to her thighs. As you swam up to her, she put her hands on her hips.

“Pietro is watching you like a hawk right now,” she said, a half-smile on her face. You had already filled her in on your resolution.

“Good.”

Other people were getting into the water now. You watched as Victor (although everyone called him Vision) paddled in the shallows. He had come with Tony, although you knew he and Wanda were friends, and you were starting to realise why. Pietro was the worst cockblock in the world.

Wanda was watching Vision with a fond smile on her face. Their eyes met, and she gave him a little wave. He waved back, flushing bright red.

“What do you think?” asked Nat. “Are they already boning, or are they about to?”

“There’s no way they’re already boning. He’s way too shy and I don’t think Wanda is in the headspace to make the first move.”

“What are you talking about?”

You spun to see Pietro standing behind you. The water was waist-deep for him, and he had his hands on his hips, mirroring Nat.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop,” you said, and he huffed.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping. You’re loud.”

You looked back over to the shore. Wanda was wading into the water now, wincing with every step. You knew there were some sharp stones around there. Vision offered her a hand, which she gratefully took.

When you turned back to Pietro, his jaw was very tight. “I’m gonna-” he started, but you put both hands on his chest, pushing him into the water.

He flailed around, grabbing at you, and managed to pull you down with him.

“Gross,” said Nat. She swam off to go and talk to Clint.

“What did you do that for?” Pietro growled, but he still had his arms around you.

“I’m not letting you cockblock my friend,” you said, pushing him deeper.

“She’s my sister.”

“And she’s an adult. If she wants to get dicked down by literally the dweebiest guy I’ve ever met, that’s her choice.”

He groaned. “Don’t say ‘dicked down’.” You smiled at him, innocently. His hands came to rest on your hips. “Come swim with me? Watching her talk to him makes my skin crawl.”

“He’s nice. She could do a lot worse.” You also thought she could do better, but Pietro didn’t need to know that. Besides, you were sure that no one would be good enough in his eyes for his beloved sister.

“Come on.” He tried to pull you out into the deeper water, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh. We’re staying right here where everyone can see us.”

His eyes glinted dangerously. “Kinky.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder. “Not like that. We’re not fucking, Pietro.”

“We’re not?”

“I know you’re used to getting what you want right away, but delayed gratification can feel so good. You should try it sometime.”

“Well, you should try being less of a tease.” His hands went straight to your armpits, tickling you. You screeched, grabbing onto his shoulders so that you wouldn’t go under.

“Pietro!” you squealed. “You’re… gonna… drown me.” It was a struggle to get the words out. You were breathless from laughter.

“I won’t let you drown, pretty girl.” He stopped tickling you. His arms wrapped around you again, holding you in place.

In spite of yourself, it felt good. Pietro’s arms felt safe.

“I can’t say the same,” you said, and then you pushed down on his head, dunking him under the water.

He came up a few seconds later, spluttering, wet hair plastered over his eyes. You were laughing. You couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he’d managed to swipe his hair out of his eyes, he splashed you.

“Demon woman,” he growled. “Trying to kill me.”

The two of you play-wrestled, tickling and splashing each other until Tony’s voice cut through the air.

“Hey! Lovebirds! If you want some of this barbecue, you’re gonna have to hurry up.”

You looked at Pietro. “I’m pretty hungry.”

“Me too.”

The two of you swam back to the shore. You were the last ones out. Most other people already had their food on paper plates, sitting on beach chairs or towels.

Wanda and Vision were sharing a picnic blanket. You could see Pietro eyeing them, weighing up whether he should go sit down with them to break up whatever was happening.

Too busy watching him watching them, you didn’t see the empty bottle until your foot rolled over it. The ground was flat here, so it slipped out from under you, and you fell forward, letting out an undignified yelp.

Bucky, who had been manning the barbecue, grabbed your arms before you could go all the way over.

“Fuck.”

“You okay, doll?” asked Bucky. He pulled you upright. “You nearly took a tumble there.”

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“You want something to eat?”

“Yes please.”

As Bucky served some food onto your plate, you snuck a glance back at Pietro, and found that he was staring right at you. His lips were pressed into a hard line.

“What?”

“N-nothing.” He tried to modulate his expression, but he still looked upset. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Bucky handed you your plate. “Pietro? You want some?” he asked.

“Uhh…” Pietro glanced at you, and then back at Bucky. “Sure.”

While Pietro was getting his food, you decided to sit as far away with Wanda as possible. You were pretty sure Pietro was more interested in being with you than cockblocking his sister, but with Pietro, who could say?

Sure enough, as you dug into your burger, Pietro sidled up to you. You were sitting on a stump that was definitely only large enough for one person, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

“Pietro.”

“Sorry, dragă. Not enough seats.”

You looked over at the empty beach chair next to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, and rolled your eyes. “Right.”

“We can share, right? You don’t mind sharing with me?”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy today.”

Pietro’s face fell. He shifted off the stump so that he was sitting on the floor. He didn’t look at you as he picked at his food.

You grimaced. You hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. It was in line with the kind of playful banter that you and Pietro usually had, but maybe you’d hit on a sore spot.

The two of you ate your food in silence, and it was strange. You weren’t used to him being quiet. Once you were both done eating, you took his paper plate wordlessly, stacked it on top of yours and then put a rock on them so that they wouldn’t blow away.

You could feel Pietro watching you curiously. You stood up, brushed yourself off, and then said, “Come here.”

Bemused, he got to his feet. As he stepped closer to you, you put your hands on his shoulders, manoeuvring him down onto the stump. Once he realised what you were doing, he sat.

You sat down in his lap, sideways on, so that you could put your arms around his neck.

When he gave you a questioningly look, you said, “Not enough seats, right?”

He smiled at you then. “Right.” His hand rested against your hip, thumbing against your skin there.

You had to suppress a shiver. You looked at Pietro, expecting him to look cocky or turned on, but instead, he just smiled at you affectionately.

“You know…” he said slowly. “I hear there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I was thinking maybe we could… stay out here?”

“How would we get home?”

“Uh… walk?”

“What if it rains?”

“It’s not going to rain!”

“Pietro!”

“Fine, it’s fine if you don’t want to.” He closed his mouth, looking away from you, and you felt a pang of longing. You wanted to watch the stars with Pietro.

You glanced over at where Wanda was sitting. Her and Vision were side by side, looking very comfortable with each other.

“Give me a sec,” you said to Pietro. He looked confused as you walked over to where Wanda was sitting, but didn’t try to follow.

“Wanda,” you said, flopping down onto the edge of her picnic blanket. Vision pulled away from her quickly, glancing nervously around to see if Pietro was with you.

Wanda glared at you. “What do you want?”

“I was thinking that you could do me a favour, and then I could do you a favour.”

She brought her eyebrows together in confusion. “Explain.”

“You let me borrow your car-” She groaned. “Let me finish! Pietro wants to stay here tonight. If you ride with Tony and let me use your car, you can have the house to yourself.”

You glanced at Vision, who, taking your meaning, flushed again.

Wanda gave you a hard stare. She pulled her car keys out of her pocket. You reached for them, but she pulled them back.

“Two conditions. One: Pietro doesn’t drive.”

“Fine.” You’d been expecting that one.

“Two: no sex in my car.”

“I wasn’t gonna-”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She dangled the keys in front of you.

“Right.” You took them from her. “Thanks, Wands. You’re a lifesaver.”

The rest of the group had begun packing up. The light was starting to fade.

“Hey,” said Bucky, stopping you on your way back over to Pietro. “You coming for the afterparty? Think we’re gonna get some beers in and watch movies at Steve’s place.”

You glanced over at Pietro. Although he couldn’t hear what Bucky was saying, he was giving him a hard stare.

“No thanks, Buck. Me and Pietro are gonna stargaze.”

Bucky gave you a knowing look. “Alright, doll. Have fun.”

You walked back over to Pietro and plonked yourself down in his lap. He hesitated for a second, and then put his arms around you again.

“Don’t look so sour,” you said. “Look what I got.” You dangled Wanda’s car keys in his face. His eyes lit up, and he made a grab for them, but you held them out of reach. “No way. Wanda will kill me if I let you drive her car.”

“But-”

You put your finger over his lips. “You wanna sleep here tonight or not?”

Slowly, begrudgingly, he nodded.

As your friends packed up their cars and made to leave, you said your goodbyes, and then the two of you were alone.

They had left you few a couple of beers, a bag of chips and some of the leftover barbecue. You still had Wanda’s picnic blanket, which you laid out on the dirt riverbank. Steve had even had a pillow in his car, which he was happy to lend you.

When you were finally alone, you put your clothes back on – shorts and a t-shirt and a hoody – and Pietro gave you a funny look. He was already lounging on the blanket, but he tugged on the fabric of your hoody as soon as you were in reach.

“Kind of counter-productive, don’t you think, dragă?”

“I thought we were here to watch the stars.” Ignoring his searching hands, you opened the bag of chips and offered him one. He didn’t take it.

Instead, he slid his hand under your t-shirt. “Among other things.”

“I meant what I said, P.” You grabbed his wrist. “We’re not fucking.”

He drew his eyebrows together in an expression that reminded you of Wanda. He leant up on his elbow. “Why not?”  

You rolled onto your back, stealing the pillow from where it had been lying between you. “Maybe because it’s all we ever do?”

Pietro went quiet. You could feel his gaze, hot and prickly on the side of your face, but you refused to look at him. You wondered if he was angry at you.

He took a deep breath, and you braced yourself, but his words came out very soft. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You huffed out a mirthless laugh, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t quite dark enough to see the stars yet, but it was getting there.

“Has it never occurred to you that maybe I want something real?”

“What do you mean real? This is real.”

He touched your thigh, not sexually, but creating a bridge between you. You didn’t shake him off.

Finally, you turned to look at him. His lips were parted in confusion, eyes fixed firmly on your face.

“Well, maybe I’d like the kind of relationship where you go on dates. The kind where kissing doesn’t always lead to sex. The kind where I know you’re not gonna be off with other girls the second I’m too busy to hang out.”

His face grew red. “That was one time! And we’d only slept together like, twice at that point! It was casual! We were casual!”

You sat up so that your face was level with his. “I don’t want casual.”

He frowned. “So you think Bucky can give you that? The kind of relationship you want?”

You drew back, brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s cool. If you’re seeing him too. I guess we never said we were exclusive or anything.”

“I’m not seeing Bucky. He’s a friend.” You wondered if your efforts to make Pietro jealous had gone too far. He looked hurt, one hand pressed against his chest.

“Right, but you have, yeah?”

You shook your head. “No. Not with Bucky. And I haven’t slept with anyone but you since winter break.”

He stared at you, disbelieving. “Me neither.”

“Pietro… are we dating?”

“… Maybe?”

“Do you wanna be?”

He exhaled sharply. You scooted in closer, nose almost touching his. The longer he went without speaking, the more this felt like a rejection. Still, you held your breath.

“I’ve done this all wrong, dragă,” he murmured. “Do you want to go out with me? On a date?”

Your nose brushed against his as you nodded, and then he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in.

You were in his lap again, kissing him fervently and feeling the hot skin of his neck under your hands. It felt like he was everywhere at once, his tongue between your lips, his hands in your hair, his firm body under yours.

He rolled you over onto your back, and you felt a little breathless as he went straight for your neck. He already knew exactly how you liked it. He knew how to find and suck on that spot that would make you keen.

This time, though, when you gasped, it was for a different reason. Pietro didn’t notice. He was too busy biting your neck.

“Pietro,” you gasped, slapping his shoulders. “I saw a shooting star!”

He pulled back so that he was hovering over you. “What?”

“A shooting star. Look!”

He rolled over onto his back, but it was obviously long gone by the time he was in position. “I don’t see one.”

“You have to wait. Be patient.”

He groaned. You both knew patience wasn’t his strong suit. After about five minutes, his hand started creeping up your thigh. You put your hand on his, stopping him.

“You’re gonna miss the meteor shower,” you said.

“You’re prettier,” he said smoothly, but you rolled your eyes.

“We’re dating now, remember? You can see me whenever. You can only see the shooting stars tonight.”

He huffed, but turned back to the sky. “This is rigged, they never happen when I- Ohhh.” He gasped. “I saw one!”

His childlike glee warmed you. You rested your head on his shoulder, but he barely seemed to notice. He was too busy staring at the sky.

“They’re pretty, right?” you murmured.

“Beautiful,” he agreed.

“More beautiful than me?”

“Ehh, it’s close.”

You giggled and rolled over so that you could look at his face.

“And another thing,” you said, “you know Bucky wasn’t flirting with me, right? He and Steve have been banging since, like, the first week of college.”

“… No. I did not know that.”

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Preview of tomorrow's fic: Getting railed in a sundress by your dad's friend, Dmitri Antonov. Hopper!Reader.

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The End of the World and Everything After

pairing: Matt x F Reader

word count: 6,345

warnings/tags: angst, grief, hurt, fluff, comfort, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, swearing, domestic fluff, dad!Matt, the blip/the snap, mentions of alcohol, allusions to sex (nothing graphic). no use of y/n.

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Story Summary: Half of the universe is turned into dust because of Thanos. You and Matt were left behind to pick up the pieces of yourselves and try to learn how to live without the most important people in your lives.

a/n: This fic was born from me babysitting, listening to 90s top hits for two weeks straight, and way too many conversations with my partner about what our fave characters did during the blip. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy <3

The whole world stopped that day. The entire universe stood still. It was unbelievably quiet everywhere, a silence settling down on the surface that wouldn’t lift anytime soon.

On an average Tuesday afternoon, half of the earth disappeared in minutes. Leaving behind the other half to cope with the losses and clean up the mess left behind.

No one was sure what the Avengers did or didn’t do, all everyone knew was that five minutes after someone had snapped their fingers half of their loved ones were no longer around.

Not dead, just dust.

Matt had taken losing Karen and Foggy hard. He spent months taking out his anger on anything he could hit and kick. Bruised and bloody fists a harsh reminder that he is alive, and they aren’t. The streets and the punching bag in the gym got hit with his rage, and you got hit with his sadness. There was no denying you felt it too, you were just as much of a mess you just didn’t have the physical outlet he did.

He started training you in the old dusty ring at Fogwells a few months after, hitting the bag and sparring until neither of you could handle it anymore and the tears began falling again, collapsing into each other’s arms for a while. You’d then walk home, arm in arm on the quiet streets of the Kitchen, Matt would listen to the people left and you’d stare at the empty buildings.

It was a similar routine for a year but getting easier to handle with every passing week. A smile here and there when you would land a punch, a giggle when he’d grab you around the waist in just the right spot to tickle you.

Slowly, you were getting yourselves back. Not your old selves, but a new version, versions that lived with the pain and held onto the small glimpses of hope. Versions of yourselves that settled into a calm and quiet routine. You got to a place where you could talk about them with a bittersweet tone instead of not being able to speak through the tears. And in the strangest turn of events, connections were made.

It was Jessica who had reached out first. You had been so surprised you read the text on Matt’s phone yourself multiple times. Her and Luke had figured things out, they even had a kid a few months before the blip. But they were getting lonely, and once Luke has realised who was left he figured you and Matt were getting lonely too.

Halfway through that first year you quit your job, began working with Matt in the office doing the admin and office managerial tasks. He didn’t have many clients, but people were still having issues during this time. At some point everyone decided the world had to keep turning, people needed money to stay in their homes or downsize and businesses still needed to run. The city kept going, it just felt smaller and emptier now.

You packed away Karen and Foggy’s things, in storage boxes. Matt asked why you didn’t get rid of them completely and you didn’t have an answer, maybe a small part of you hoped they’d come back one day. Maybe you just didn’t have the heart to get rid of it all yet. The door to Foggy’s office staying almost permanently shut, windows dark.

So, you sat at the desk in the main foyer of the office, answering emails and doing any research Matt needed done. Matt went over files and case notes in his office, listening to you hum along to the music playing quietly through a speaker in the corner of the room. It was a little over a year since it had happened.

It was a warm day, sunlight pouring through the dirty office windows making the space look happier than it ought to be. You were busy typing an email response to organise an appointment with a client when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” You said loud enough so the person could hear, not looking up from your computer screen.

Luke opened the door with one hand, holding Dani and a bag of food in the other. Dani had her arms wrapped around as much of Luke’s neck as she could reach and was babbling in her fathers ear while he hummed in response.

“Hi Luke, hi Dani” You smiled wide at the two of them.

You were always happy to see Dani, convinced she was one of the cutest kids you’d ever seen. Looks like her fathers and a temper like her mothers (only if you didn’t give in to her ice cream demands).

“Hey, how you guys doing? We bought you both some lunch if you haven’t already had some” He took the bag of food in his free hand and held it up for emphasis.

“No, we haven’t eaten yet, thank you so much.” You stomach grumbling as you stood up and accepted the bag happily, peering at the contents inside “Can’t believe the mayor of New York is doing a lunch run while also looking after his little one”

At the mention of Dani you look at her and scrunch up your nose and smile, she smiled in return before quickly hiding her face in Luke’s shoulder. Luke laughed.

“If I’m behind that desk for too long I’ll lose my mind, besides, needed to ask Matt a few things and figured it was a good excuse to get out”

You laughed in response, it was a new feeling, laughing at things regularly and feeling a semblance of normal. It was something none of you had been used to in a long while, but it did feel good, you almost felt relieved that the worst was over even though the worst was technically still ongoing.

“If there’s enough here for all of us I’ll get a table and some chairs set up so we can eat together, you go chat with Matt, Dani and I will hang out for a bit”

Luke passed Dani over to you before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and going into Matt’s office. You went about dragging out the fold out table and chairs from the unused conference room, Dani in one arm and dragging furniture with the other. Eventually you put her down on the floor next to the small basket of toys you’d acquired for her so you could finish setting up the table and chairs and place the food out on the table.

Once done, you knocked on the door of Matt’s office and poked your head in telling the two boys that food was ready. The four of you sat down around the small square table, Dani on Luke’s lap trying her absolute hardest to stab things with a chopstick.

You small talk about your days and what everyone has been up to recently, its mostly the same as usual and at some point Matt and Luke continue talking shop so you start entertaining Dani with funny faces and peek-a-boo.

It was a nice day, you finished work an hour before Matt and were able to cook something nice for dinner by the time he got home.

Later that night you and Matt were sat on the couch, both reading a book quietly. He had decided to not go on patrol that night, it had made you wonder at first, but you weren’t going to complain at the chance for quality time. The two of you were sat on the couch, you were leaning against the arm rest with your legs stretched out on Matt’s lap, his feet were resting on the coffee table and you’d both been wearing your pyjamas since arriving home after work. A record playing on the turntable in the corner of the room, Matt had picked tonight.

At a point in the evening when the sun was down and the moon making its home in the sky for the night Matt put his book down on the side table, running his hands up and down your shins. After a few minutes and once you’d finished your page you closed your book and put it down, looking up at him to see he was already facing you, a lazy smile on his face.

“What’s up, handsome?” You teased reaching one of your hands down, meeting one of his at your knee.

“Nothing much, beautiful” He teased back.

You sit in silence for a few moments, taking in all his features and how they seem to have aged so much just in the past year and you assumed you looked the same. But he was still beautiful, pensive and unfocused brown eyes staring while his other senses take in everything. The stubble lingering on his jaw that you had always preferred over him being clean shaven.

“You’re staring” He pulled you out of your thoughts.

“If you could see your reflection then you’d understand why” You giggled.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked tentatively.

“Of course”

You leaned your head sideways to rest on the back of the couch, still looking at him as he seemed hesitant with his question. Had this been six months ago your mind would have run wild with possibilities, anxiety having already decided the worst outcome was definitely going to happen. But this time, your instincts weren’t screaming and your mind was clear, it should’ve scared you but instead your heart stayed steady. The worst had already happened, anything since couldn’t compare.

“I love you, so much. The past year has been…” He looks away, blinking hard a few times before turning to face you again “probably one of the worst ever, we were- are dealing with something so unprecedented. But we’ve made it this far and it has me convinced we’ll make it through anything” You both let out a short laugh.

“I feel like I’m getting off track, sorry” He laughed nervously this time, at this point you could see he was fiddling with something in his pocket with his free hand.

“That’s okay, keep going” You smiled and squeezed his hand, trying to calm your heartbeat as your mind jumped to conclusions hoping against everything they were the right ones.

“Anyway, if it weren’t for you I don’t know what I would’ve done or where I would be now. You’re the most amazing, kind, funny and caring person I’ve ever met.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, matching the ones that had been brimming in yours threatening to spill “I-I can’t live without you, so would you marry me?”

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, holding a silver ring. It was beautiful, two small bands winding around one other creating an infinite spiral, decorated with small diamonds embedded in the bands. It was the perfect ring for you, he knew you weren’t a fan of big jewellery and a big diamond wouldn’t match your style.

“Oh my god Matt… yes I will, of course I will” The tears had now begun to fall now and there was no way you were going to be able to stop them.

He held your shaking left hand steady as he slid the ring on your finger, and you looked at it for a few moments before sliding closer to Matt to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. He returned the favour, hands going to your waist to hold you close and steady. When you pulled back for air you could see he was also crying.

After a few moments of catching your breath, you spoke up again.

“What about K-“

“I know, I thought about it. They would hate that we stopped living just because they’re gone, and if we get to see them again one day I want to be able to tell them the things we’ve done together”

“Okay, if you’re sure” You put your forehead against his.

“Sure as I’ve been about anything”

The two of you chose a date a few weeks later to go to the courthouse and make it official, with Luke, Jess, and Dani in tow. You and Jess went out to get a dress, she insisted she was only there to tell you which ones were ugly so you’d know what to avoid. The dress you chose was simple, not a wedding dress by definition but it was white and it suited you. Jess had even said you looked nice in it, which coming from her she may as well have called you Aphrodite.

You filled out and signed papers, quickly kissed, and by that evening the five of you were sitting in yours and Matt’s apartment a few drinks in laughing over nothing. Music from the turntable and Dani’s babbling as she played on the floor creating background noise, and for the first time in a long time the city doesn’t feel too big or too quiet.

It was a perfect night to end a perfect day.

Throwing up into the toilet isn’t how you had anticipated you’d start your Saturday morning, Matt still in pyjama pants and no shirt holding your hair back as your body convulsed. He rubbed your back soothingly until you’d finished, and once you were sure you were done, he held you on the bathroom floor as you caught your breath.

A year and a half since half the universe disappeared, a few months since you and Matt had gotten married.

“Oh god” You gasped, looking at the results of the test later that day.

“Well..” Matt trailed off.

You were both processing the results in silence for a little while, you weren’t sure if it were seconds or hours that passed.

“Quarters” Matt whispered.

At first it confused you until you racked your brain, did some rough maths and suddenly it made sense.

“Quarters” You whispered back in shock.

“This should be incredibly unfair to you but I actually think it’s the opposite and incredibly unfair to me” You giggled while pouring a shot of whiskey into the cup in the middle of the table.

“Mrs Murdock attacks her husband once again, will the torment ever end” Matt pretended to fret to someone else who wasn’t in the room before laughing.

“Mr Murdock is going the right way to sleeping on the couch if he continues to pretend he will be bad at this game”

Matt walked to the dining table, carrying freshly washed quarters in a towel, drying them as he walked. He had insisted on washing the coins before playing, they smelled so strong he could taste them and it made him feel ill.

“I’m going to cheat” You said matter of factly.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t marry you because you’re a fair player” You both laughed hard.

You had begun playing games every so often, going out drinking less meant you and Matt had time to fill and you were determined to not have him fill the time with Daredevil. An argument six months after the blip which left you both emotionally raw had already gone over that issue. He was doing worlds better now, not relying on Daredevil as much to cope and you were proud.

When Matt was satisfied that the coins were as clean as he could get them and dry enough, the game commenced. You immediately regretted it, wishing you had chosen a card game instead. He was landing every single one, you were lucky to get one in four. After a little while you stood up to get some water and wobbled on your feet, deciding that you had to stack the odds in your favour somehow so you wouldn’t get blackout while Matt stayed lightly buzzed.

“Need help getting to the fridge?” He teased, leaning back in his chair.

“I am perfectly fine walking a few steps to the fridge” You insisted, but you were definitely trying harder than usual to take balanced and even steps.

Once you had acquired a bottle of water, you returned to the table and picked up a coin for your next shot. Unsurprisingly you miss the glass, but before Matt can pick up a coin of his own you take one off the table as quick as possible and take another shot. This one makes it into the glass and you throw your arms up in victory while Matt throws his head back laughing.

“Drink up Matthew!” You cheered.

From that point on Matt let you keep trying until you got the coin in the glass before taking his turn. At some point in the evening when your cheeks were hurting from laughter and your mouth was sticky with the taste of alcohol you called it a night, advising Matt that you two had shared enough of the bottle for a single evening.

You stumbled through the living room and into the bedroom together, feeling grateful that you from a few hours ago decided to put her pyjamas on before starting the game. You were warm and happy all over, but it wasn’t until Matt took his shirt off that your heart began to race and heat spread through your body.

“Hmm”

The noise had accidentally slipped from your lips, you hadn’t meant for it to come out but it was too late, Matt had already heard it and was taking in the rest of your body’s reaction.

“Oh” He responded quietly while smirking.

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” You asked nervously from the other end of the couch.

“Sure as I’ve been about anything, only if you’re sure too” He placed a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I’m sure”

You let out a deep breath, taking it all in and already thinking ahead. A feeling settled in your chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety. You both had a daunting future ahead of you but you were sure it would be worth it, and there was no one you’d rather do it with than Matt.

Luke was elated for the both of you, and Jess pretended to not be as happy also but had a hard time hiding it, a rare smile gracing her face for just a moment when you had told them the news. You often texted Jess with a million different questions and whilst reluctant to answer she still helped more than you’d ever be able to thank her for. When you found out the gender Luke brought over a few bags of Dani’s old stuff that she had grown out of and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Your daughter is fuckin’ huge, can you help me with my shoes please” You yelled across the apartment to Matt.

“As soon as she’s an issue it’s my daughter, huh?” He teased as he walked over to where you were on the couch, his tie still undone.

Matt knelt on the floor in front of you and helped with putting your socks and shoes on, you hadn’t been able to reach your feet for a while now so he was used to it and he never minded helping in any way he could. You were the one doing the hard work after all, who was he to complain about having to help with a pair of shoes every now and then.

Once he was done with your shoes he placed a kiss onto your belly and then your forehead. He finished doing up his tie and you both headed out to work for the day. It was a brisk morning as you walked to the office, arm in arm as per usual. You had to stop once to catch your breath and Matt sat with you on the bench, hand on your knee in comfortable silence.

After you had gotten to the office and up until lunch you had felt minor pains but nothing to be concerned about. It wasn’t until about 2pm that they got worse and you grew worried, but you still hadn’t caught Matt’s attention until a bad one hit you suddenly causing you to hiss through your teeth and clench your fists.

He got up from his desk and rushed to the doorway of his office.

“Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Uh-“ You thought about it for a few moments “Not really”

You knew Matt would be annoyed if you downplayed how you felt, he had been all over since you found out you were pregnant making sure you weren’t having any pains that were out of place and making you be almost too careful. Fortunately, you’d read about these pains, and you now had the task of quickly mentally preparing yourself for the coming hours.

“I’ll call Luke” Matt was ready for action immediately, pulling out his phone and finding Luke’s contact immediately.

Taxis were harder to come by after the blip and it was a jarring change for New York. The only person you and Matt knew who did drive was Luke, so he was always the go to if you needed a ride for a bit of a distance; and he had offered to call him anytime for the baby. Luke was outside the office not 10 minutes later ready to take the two of you to the hospital.

Matt would do anything for her, he had decided that the moment he got to hold her for the first time. She was his everything, two people in the world he would do anything for.

While you were sleeping that night, exhausted after all the effort that afternoon, he held her in his arms. Sat on the uncomfortable hospital couch he felt her warmth against his chest and listened to her tiny heartbeat. She was perfect, and he cried as he stroked her soft cheek with his finger.

His girls were everything to him. Two years ago his world collapsed and he thought he could never be happy again, he’d never be lucky enough to laugh or smile. But despite the many difficulties the day offered, he was content.

If he ever got to see Foggy and Karen again, he couldn’t wait to tell them everything.

You told him she was still mostly bald but there were whisps of dark hair covering her head, you joked she wasn’t done cooking enough to tell who she looked more like yet. Luke drove the three of you home two days later, not lingering too long so you could get settled.

Sleepless nights were tough on both of you, Matt didn’t get enough sleep as it was and now with a crying baby it was worse. But eventually you figured out a routine, and after two months of stumbling and sleepless nights the two of you found a way.

Saturday afternoon and you were finally getting around to doing the laundry you’d been putting off for two weeks, Mia propped up by some pillows at the head of your bed and unfolded clothes covering the foot of the bed. She was holding a toy in her hand that she would occasionally decide to chew on or wave around while music played in the background.

“Your father hates when I sing this one, rolls his eyes and everything, can you believe him?” You told Mia as you swayed your hips to the music while folding t-shirts.

She made a quiet cooing noise and you couldn’t help but smile. A few minutes passes of you humming and Mia watching you, content in between feeds and naps.

“Oh my god yes! Mia baby this is important stuff I expect you to remember this one” You said as the next song begun, one of your personal favourites.

The swaying hips very soon escalated into dancing around the bedroom as you folded clothes, Mia smiling at your antics only encouraging you further. You were getting lost in the music, and though you didn’t know it Matt was smiling from where he was washing dishes in the kitchen, attention focused completely on you in the other room.

Near the end of the song Mia waved her arms around a little, and you didn’t care if she was copying you or just doing her thing but it made you laugh anyway.

“That’s it baby, get into it!”

It wasn’t often you had the opportunity to sneak up on Matt, ears hearing you approaching from more than a block away, always making sure you’re safe. But every now and then you had a rare opportunity to, and it was always a gem to catch Matt off guard.

Today you had gone grocery shopping while Matt stayed home with Mia. You had returned from shopping, hearing Matt’s voice on the other side of the apartment door made you stop for a moment. You stood by the door, ear close to the gap trying to listen to what he was saying.

“Now it isn’t so bad, see? If I had known this is what you wanted in the first place we could’ve avoided a lot of stress, sweetheart”

A warmth blooms in your chest as a smile graces your face, a few moments of silence pass before you hear him speak again.

“Ah here we go, you like this one. You gotta learn to tell me this stuff, your mother says communication is important, y’know” He chuckled to himself.

Finally, you unlock the door and go into the apartment. Upon walking into the living area you find Mia lying on her tummy on the play mat, surrounded by toys within arm’s reach, and Matt lying on his stomach on the floor, chin resting on his arms facing Mia.

He greeted you the moment you walked in and you greeted back while putting the bags of groceries on the counter. You shrugged your jacket and shoes off and walked over to Matt and Mia, lying down right next to Matt, mirroring his position and facing Mia.

“Didn’t realise we all needed tummy time” You laughed, giving Matt a kiss on the cheek before leaning forward to kiss Mia on the forehead.

“This was what made her happy, who am I to argue” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re a sucker” You nudged him with your elbow.

“I might be” He laughed and hung his head.

Mia’s first birthday involved too much ice cream and cake, but Dani had insisted that after all the time she’d spent playing with Mia that she wanted ice cream and you didn’t have the heart to say no. She loved ripping the wrapping paper off of her gifts more than she liked the actual gifts, you made a note of that for when Christmas came around.

As she grew a whole corner of the office became a play area for her, and occasionally Dani. At first it was one corner, but as soon as she began walking unaided the whole office was hers to play in as far as she was concerned. Matt would often step on toys left lying around his office, muttering to himself in annoyance while putting it away. The conference room had become the nap room, and Mia enjoyed the walk between the office and home.

She often wanted to sit on yours or Matt’s lap while you worked, eager to bang on the computer keyboards and scribble on notepads. You caved and bought an old keyboard for her to play with, it meant she stayed off your lap a little longer, but not Matt’s.

Mia was a daddy’s girl through and through, and Matt would do anything for his little girl. His ears were always tuned in to the sound of ‘dada’ and always telling her she was perfect. You would often hear them having ‘conversations’ on his office, him telling her a story and she would babble back happily.

It was 1:30pm, you had put all work on hold to deal with Mia who refused to nap and was letting everyone else deal with the consequences. Matt was getting frustrated; she would cling to her dad when upset but he had work to do, and the crying child on the floor under his desk didn’t help with productivity. You were getting annoyed that she wasn’t being receptive to anything you did to calm her down and eventually gave up, bordering on tears yourself.

Despite the feelings of guilt Matt made you sit on the couch with him in his office and just leave Mia, she would cry herself tired. He reassured you that you weren’t a bad mother for letting it happen, and if she kept going then he would handle it. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, trying to relax even with the sound of crying filling the room. Matt rubbed your arm soothingly and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

The two of you hadn’t felt like this since the sleepless nights when Mia was a newborn, you’d gotten used to her good sleep schedule and generally good behaviour. Jess laughed that the ‘terrible twos’ was approaching, and you refused to believe your baby girl could be anything remotely near terrible. That was until today, when she wouldn’t nap and you were quickly running out of patience.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you came back to reality, thinking you had tuned out the crying you opened your eyes and took stock of the room around you. You lifted your head and looked at Matt who had a small smile on his face, looking relieved. It was then you clocked how quiet the room was.

“Is she-?” You whispered.

“Yep” He sighed in relief.

You got up from the couch and made your way over to the desk, crouching to peer underneath. Mia was curled up under Matt’s desk, dark hair pointing in all directions and cheeks still red from her meltdown. Other than the wet tears under her eyes she looked as peaceful as ever, and you felt the tension leave your shoulders.

Matt had gotten up and retrieved a blanket from the conference-slash-nap room to put over her. He joined you where you were crouched and carefully covered Mia with the blanket, then standing up and collecting his files. He sat on the couch and continued his work, while you went to make a cup of coffee, both of you pleased you could finally get some work done before going home for the day.

“I do it!”

“Okay okay, you can do it” Matt laughed as Mia tried to stir the pasta sauce by herself.

He had always preferred cooking when he had company to do it with, the two of you had loved cooking together since you first met. You weren’t chefs but Matt knew what tasted good and you had a knack for portioning pasta perfectly every time (Matt joked that it was your heightened sense). Now that Mia had come along, he had someone else to cook with who was always attached to his hip.

She attempted to stir the sauce, it being too thick for her small arms to handle and Matt sneakily helping her. Once a few stirs were done she clapped her hands and Matt gave her endless praises and cheek kisses, you couldn’t help but smile at them.

You had tried to feed her a mouthful, but she outright refused and said she could do it herself. It was at this point you realised she’d inherited Matt’s sense of independence, wanting to do everything on her own without any help. Trying to stop yourself from helping her when she was getting half the pasta sauce down her shirt was tough, and Matt’s giggles weren’t helping.

“Your daughter is becoming like you” You said to Matt while you both cleaned up after Mia had gone down to sleep for the night.

“Again with the my daughter, you had a hand in making her too y’know” He smiled, amused.

“She’s becoming stubborn, and refuses help. It’s sounding all too familiar, won’t be long until you’re teaching her how to throw a proper punch” You joke, rolling your eyes.

Matt walks up to you and puts his hands on your waist, pulling you close and kissing you with a smile on his face, and you can’t help but kiss back. Still giving you butterflies after all these years.

“You don’t have to worry about her, the way she plays with Dani, she’s inherited your kindness and empathy. Besides, I’m a good father so I won’t teach her how to throw a punch until she’s at least 5” He laughed again at this own joke while you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

Once his laughter has died down you kiss him on the cheek and begin walking towards the bathroom to have a shower.

“You’re lucky I love you, Mr Murdock”

“Very lucky indeed”

He quickly catches up to you and sweeps you off your feet, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom while you can’t help but giggle.

“Daddy!”

“Good morning sweetheart!”

Mia runs through the lounge room to the kitchen where Matt was getting her lunch ready. He takes a few steps forward to meet her and scoop her up in his arms when they meet. She wraps her arms around his neck while he holds her in a tight hug.

“Tell me what your outfit is today” He continues to hold her with one arm while getting food together with the other hand.

“Got a dress and boots”

“What colour are they?”

“Pink and blue, and pink!”

“As beautiful as always” He kisses her on the cheek before placing her back on the floor to run around the apartment for a little bit.

You walk into the kitchen to make coffee for you and Matt, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a quick good morning. The two of you start a discussion about the cases you’re currently working on and when the next court date is.

As you leave the apartment the glint of Matt’s red glasses on the shelf catches your eye, he hadn’t worn them in years. Right after the snap he was in such an awful place that wearing his glasses out was the least of his concerns, and it became a bit of a habit. Then when Mia came along, he didn’t want her remembering how he looked only with his glasses on, losing any reason to wear them daily.

On the walk from the apartment to the office Mia walks between the two of you, holding a hand each and skipping. Every few steps you and Matt lift her up by the arms and swing her, making her laugh loudly. Her laugh echoes down the otherwise quiet street, and you think you see someone on the other side of the street smile at the sound.

Halfway through the walk Mia begs to get on Matt’s shoulders and he can’t say no to his little girl, you mutter about how he’s a softie and he pretends to not hear you but reveals himself by rolling his eyes.

“Since its Friday did you wanna finish up early and head to the park for the afternoon?” You ask Matt, nearing the office.

“Yes park!” Mia cheered from her place up on Matt’s shoulders, her arms wrapped around his head, hands meeting on his forehead.

“Park sounds good” He turned his head towards you and smiled.

You reach the office building and Matt lifts Mia off of his shoulders, you begin making your way up the stairs, searching your bag for the keys to the office. Matt and Mia hung behind because Mia insisted Matt help her jump up every step.

Once the two of them had finally reached the office, Matt went to his desk as Mia tipped out her box of toys onto the floor and began rummaging through them all looking for something she wanted. You sat at the reception desk and opened your laptop, checking emails like any other day.

Today was a quiet day, not many emails and even fewer calls. It was mostly a day of research and helping Matt prepare for a court date the following week. Mia would interrupt to show you her drawings and you all took a break for lunch.

Mid-afternoon when the both of you were satisfied with how much work you’d gotten done that day began packing up the office, putting away files and leaving to-do lists for Monday. Matt walked out of his office and stood next to your desk, Mia was on the floor slowly putting her toys back into the box.

Suddenly, Matt started breathing heavily and bent over, having to hold onto the desk for support as if he’d just been hit in the gut. His eyes were wide and you were immediately concerned – you couldn’t lose him too.

“Matt, are you alright? What’s wrong?” You asked concerned, a hand on his arm and one on shoulder.

He turned his head towards you and the look on his face was worrying, a mix of horror and confusion. It made your blood go cold; the last time he looked like that the whole world came crashing down.

“Something’s happened” He breathed out, putting a hand on your arm and squeezing tight.

“Are you okay, dada?” Mia asked from her spot on the floor, confusion all over her face.

It was then you heard it, you heard everything; people yelling and screaming, cars honking, and sirens going off. Your legs almost gave way, your heart thundering in your ears and breathing becoming difficult as you try to comprehend what was happening.

Another breath left your lips, you squeezed your eyes shut and when you opened them there was another person in the room. Time seemed to stop, all the noises outside seemed to quiet as you took in the face of the person standing in front of you. Your voice had been ripped from you with the breath you had been holding, Matt was the one to speak first.

“Foggy?”

a/n: Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know if you did <3 I could probably add some extra scenes in (or even write Karen and Foggy's return) so if you'd like to read more let me know and I might think about writing some more :) P.S: the 'important song' referenced about halfway through is Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer bc I LOVE that song.

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oh my goood i'm in love with your tangerine fics <33 if that's alright, may i request something with a nonbinary reader please? maybe something cute and domestic like grocery shopping or doing chores. thank you in advance <3

A/N: Thanks so much! I'm glad you like these words i spew out anon! And yes of course, a domestic, fluffy and slightly smutty Tangerine x nb!Reader fic it is!

Normal Day

Tags: Tangerine x nb!reader, no use of Y/N, They/Them for Reader, merc!Reader, cursing, not brit picked, fluff and smut, implied smut, domestic fluff, doing everyday things, soft!Tangerine, reference to Avengers Age of Ultron, reference to Pietro from AOU

Tangerine and you finally get a week off together, so you decided to do ‘normal couples stuff’ because despite it all, getting to do things together with Tangerine is the best way to spend a week off.

—

Tangerine and you rarely ever get a day off in sync. The unfortunate routine was; whenever you had a week between missions, he'd be halfway across the world with his twin in some life-threatening work while you busy yourself in the house, and vice versa. You and him would call, obviously, late at night while it's early in the day for him. He'd tell you the latest gist of what's going on in his mission while you try to fight off the hands of slumber and stay up for your boyfriend. Once, when you were in Borneo for an intel mission, Tangerine called you in the middle of the day, surprising you whilst you were on the runway to get on your helicopter. What amused you was how dedicated he was to calling you at the right time despite having to wake up at 5 AM, and Tangerine is not a morning person; despite his defense.

So yes, a day off together is truly a rare occurrence. 

You and Tangerine are spending the month in your apartment in Queens, running from London's usual rain. You awake slowly, feeling Tangerine's strong arms wrapped around you and his mustaches tickling your nape from where he's snuggling. You chuckle, cherishing the warmth of his body and the rays penetrating the blinds as the sun makes its entrance. Tangerine pulls you closer despite already flushed chest to back with you, and you sigh in content. Your eyes travel to his hands, just below you chest, splayed possesively over your nightshirt. Scars and weak tissues litter his long fingers, his knuckles just healed enough after his last mission, veins slightly prominent on fair skin.

His hands move slightly, now one is balled on the sheets in front of you while the other presses on your stomach. You feel his eyelashes flutter behind you, knowing soon your boyfriend will awake and you'll get to spend the week with him. A week! Not just a day off, a week! God, you're excited. 

Carefully, you bring his free hand to your lips and press on the various scars scattered on it. One kiss, then two, then the ones on the back of his hand, then on his knuckles and following to the tips of his finger, until you feel him humming awake when you kiss his palm, breathing in his scent, trailing down to press your lips against the vein that indicates his consciousness. 

"Mornin' darling," The low vibration of his morning voice is intoxicating. You humm as the hand that you were holding cups your jaw, running calloused fingers softly on your cheek, turning you so you meet blue eyes shattered with gold from the sun. His face is relaxed, cheeks dusted pink highlighting the gleams of healed scars that he usually kept under makeup, a small smile on his lips. His curls are a shade lighter, illuminated by the rays peeking through. Unruly bed hair is what Tangerine calls it, but despite it you're obsessed with how it makes him look. Without his gell, his hair would travel down and cover his ears, then curls adorably on his forehead. Not to mention that's the same hairstyle when he's screaming your name at night.

Truly ethereal.

You blink, focusing wholly on the warmth on your face as he traces circles just near your eye, his fingers tangling your hair. His eyes gazes down to your lips, making you grin, before you push yourself enough to kiss him. He moves to hold your hip, smoothing down the fabric as your hand finds his strong chest, the smallest of hair felt beneath your fingers. His lips sealed over yours, lazy pecks until you slip your tongue into his and he makes a hum of approval. Its warm and soothing, awaking the sensation you and Tangerine shared last night, and you'd love to continue and spend the whole week fucking him but you had other plans, and you needed to get them in motion.

Shifting beneath the comforter, you break the languid kiss and position yourself on top of him, your legs between his while you rest on his chest, getting a good view of a slightly grumpy and aroused Tangerine. 

"Hey," You chuckle, one hand reaches to smoothe a curls away from his eye.

"Hello you," He smiles then raises a questioning brow. You huff, dropping your head to rest on him, his steady heart beat relaxing you.

"I was thinking," You started, Tangerine busy playing with your bed hair. "We can do some…. Everyday things, today,"

He scoffs, making you pick your head up in question. "'Everyday things'?" 

"Yeah, y'know like uh… Clean our office, do the laundry, or go get groceries, we are out of cheese so-"

"So like, do our chores or sumn'?" 

You pouted, making your boyfriend's brows shot up. "No, I mean like… Domestic stuff, the things couples do everyday?"

Suddenly, Tangerines face reddens and he blinks, once, twice, before he stutters. "D-domestic like… normal stuff?"

"Yeah, i think that'd be fun, a little different than our jobs y'know," You smile, bright and wide almost as blinding as the sun outside Tangerine gapes, then slowly the red from his face dissipates into a smirk.

"Well, if you're thingkin' 'bout normal-coupley stuff, let's start here yeah?" His hands are suddenly on your waist, fingers digging at your skin.

"What do–" Then he suddenly grinds between your legs, a low groan punched out of you. You glare at Tangerine, his signature smirk in place and more coy than ever. "Alright, let's do that,"  

—

If you and Tangerine ended up leaving the bed at 10 instead of 8 then that's no one's fault, you were simply following your boyfriend's wishes. 

After showering together—And spending another hour cleaning each other and sharing kisses—You dressed for the day and began preparing breakfast. While you were busy making the pancake batter, you could hear Tangerine in the bedroom humming to himself, probably picking an intricate top to go with his also intricate trousers. You smile to yourself, knowing despite the day off he'll always dress extra. You picked something to rival him, of course; a sleek white dress shirt and dark gray pants, with the belt that Tangerine got you on a 'impulsive' spending spree.

Finally, when two plates of pancakes are ready and so is Tangerines morning tea, the man himself exits the bedroom, clothes, hair and makeup ready for the day. He takes a seat on the kitchen island next to you and you retire your phone to pay attention to him, whistling when you take in his outfit. Navy waistcoat with matching trousers, a white top with a sheer pattern that ghosts over the color. 

"What gala are we going to, babe?" You snicker, earning a huff from him before he starts eating, and so do you. 

Half an hour spent talking about mundane things around the infosphere. The recent politician who's done something dumb again, the weather, the prediction of the weather, and the small crime that the police have hyperbole enough to make it into the news. You and Tangerine shared a laugh at that last one, knowing most of the shit you both do is worth putting in museums instead of the lowly cops. 

After doing the dishes together, you open your phone to the list about today that you've planned since last night. 

"So, since we're both dressed to go out," Tangerine takes a seat beside you, his arm already resting behind the couch. "I'm thinking we do grocery first, get the stuff we're out," He nodded.

"I've put our shopping list here, is there anything you wanna add?" 

Tangerine reads the screen. "Why's my shampoo there? ain't it still enough for another month?" 

"Well… about that," You avoid your boyfriend's questioning eyes while your face reddens, before he slowly catches up and takes a whiff of your hair, holding you by the shoulders while you giggle and try to pry yourself away.

"You have been usin' it! I knew i smelt something familiar, ya' cheeky bastard," 

"I like it okay! Plus it makes me smell like you…"

"Yeah?" He's smirking again and thank god he's your boyfriend because instead of slapping him you press your lips to his in a short kiss.

"Yes. Problem?" You huff, Tangerine grins.

"Not at all, love," He slides back to you side, squeezing your hip and rests his hand there.

"Alright, next. After we shop, we could stop somewhere near to get lunch," You point back at your loss. "I'm thinking maybe the cafe that opened next door?" 

"Oh yeah! Been eyein' their coffee for days now," You grin, turning back to your phone and scrolling.

"Oh and here!" You pointed. "When we get home, we'll do a cleaning of our office, then spend the rest catching up on our shows,"

"What movie you thinkin' then?" He sleeks back a fallen fringe. You note he's wearing less gel than usual. 

"We can continue our Marvel marathon,"

"Sure, what's the next film after Avengers again?" 

"Age of Ultron, i think," You tried to recall the list, when he suddenly groaned from behind you, making you turn and crunch your brows.

"Oh bollocks, its with the fuckers who's similar to me ain't it?" He huffs. "Lemon bugged me all the time about 'em,"

"Who? Pietro?" 

"Yeah, him!" 

You laugh, careening to the side until you're holding your stomach. Tangerine side eyes you, sharp and annoyed, until you finally stop laughing but still giggles in huffs. He turns his head, looking away from you and you know he's a bit more pissed than usual. So you smile slowly, pulling your boyfriend just enough to press a warm kiss on his cheek and hold his chin to tilt him to meet your eyes.

"Don't worry babe, y'know i only fall for one Tangerine," He sighs, a smile tugging on his lips, then he presses a kiss on your knuckles. 

"Plus, you can go undercover as Aaron Taylor-Johnson if you ever want to," That makes him pout again, pushing your hand away from him and sending you into another fit of laughter. 

—

And so you and Tangerine spent the day outside.

You both went shopping for the things you've run out of, and picked out the ingredients for future recipes. Tangerine spent the better half of the hour picking through champagne and wine, ensuring to get the best one thay had before he decided; "Let's just go to a wine shop, this place got nothin'." Which made you laugh while he pulled you away from the mediocre drinks.

Finally exiting the shop, you and Tangerine went to the Cafe that you mentioned. Despite them being opened quite recently, the establishment is run by an old married couple. The wife takes care of the orders and cashier while her husband is in the back. While Tangerine placed his, the woman looked at you and said "And what will your friend be having?" 

Which made Tangerine's eye tick and you had a millisecond to hold him back before- "My partner will order for themselves." 

You only huff in amusement as the old lady blinked, before she nodded sheepishly and you placed your order quickly. 

"Quit hissing at old people, dear, she didn't mean it," You had said when you and Tangerine were in the middle of your meal.

"Yeah well if we can learn about their damn repetitive history then they can learn to respect our choices," His eyes are narrowed and burning holes the poor womens back, you had to pry him away when you're done.

Tangerine took a detour to actually purchase good, genuine wine and champagne, and while he was with the worker who was presenting him the sparkling beverages you busy yourself looking around, afraid to touch those on display because despite your combined income from yours and Tangerines work, you're still cautious about these bougie things.

Finally, when you two arrived home, you and Tangerine moved in tandem as you retire the groceries into their places, Tangerine taking care of the expensive drinks while you changed your clothes in the other room. Tangerine joined you shortly after, wrapping his arms from behind you while he buries his face in the side of your neck, taking lungfulls before he suddenly attacked the sensitive skin with a bite. You shrieked, of course, before you swatted him away and pushed his clothes into his hands, making Tangerine chuckle. As you pass the bedroom mirror, there's a prominent red mark from where he bit. It sent a shiver as you pressed it, before you blinked and exited the room.

The 'office' is the safe name for ou and Tangerines house weapons bank. It's located next to your bedroom with a hidden keypad beside the door, hidden behind a wall, and changed every 2 weeks. Cleaning the room just means cleaning the weapons and doing check-ups, making sure the guns are properly cared for and the knives are sharpened. So you and your boyfriend spent an hour and a half making sure all your weapons and ammunition are in place, stocked, and cleaned. When you both finally finished, Tangerine closed the door behind him while you attacked his neck with kisses that made him groan, before you placed your own bite just above the deep scar on his left.

Now, the clock reads 9 PM, leftovers from dinners are stored into the fridge, dishes cleaned, and living room vacuumed. You’re currently in Tangerine's arm as he grumbles throughout Avengers: Age of Ultron. Every minute the ‘Pietro guy’ as he calls him, appears on screen, he would squint and send death glares to the unassuming character until you had to swat at his arm, making him huff before pulling you closer. One of his arms rests behind his head while the other hugs your middle, you sigh in content when he finally quiets down from his complaints and lets you continue the movie in peace. However, it only lasts another 20 minutes before he scoffs again, hearing Pietro’s accent, which made you pout, peering up at him.

“What?” His eyes twitched.

“You have an accent too, dumbass,” You grin, making his eyes widen.

“Are you usin’ my accent against me? Last I remembered you said I sounded ‘hot’,” He exaggerates, making you giggle. “And ‘sexy’, where did that go, hm, love?”

“Sure mr. Oh-So-Sophisticated,” 

“I’ll show you sophisticated-” He says before he attacks your sides with his nimble fingers, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Both his fingers and mustache tickles you, making you squeal. You try to push at his hands and he knows you’re strong enough to flip him over if you want to, but instead you play the role of helpless and laugh while Tangerine keeps up his act. It wasn't until he finally stopped tickling you and your giggles settled down did he hug you again, pull you close and press a kiss to your nose. 

He stares, a soft smile tugging on his lips, your hand reaching to cup his jaw. He turns slightly into your touch, inhales slowly, before his striking blues meets yours.

“I enjoyed today,” He smiles. 

Your eyes widened slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah, this whole- domestic bullshit,” He sighs. “I liked it, we should do this again,”

The moon might be out but your smile brings the sun right back into the apartment, making Tangerine chuckle. “Thank you,” You grin, and kiss his lips when he brings you closer.

“Of course, love,” He breathes into the kiss.

My Requests are Open! 

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Peter Parker Living In Avengers Tower Masterlist

5 Times Peter Took Stuff From The Tower To School And One Time The School Came With Him To The Tower (ao3) - orphan_account bucky/steve/tony, bruce/loki T, 15k

Summary: Or: Peter is living at Stark Tower and sometimes takes stuff with him he isn’t supposed to take. People notice and comment.

After Aunt May’s death Peter was adopted by Tony and now legally goes by the name of Peter Parker-Stark. A few weeks after he moved into the tower the pardoned Rogues came back so everyone is once again living at the Stark/Avengers Tower.

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Plays after Civil War but actually everything except of that gets kinda ignored.

Christmas Time Tickle Fights (ao3) - Thebigheat pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Peter spends a Christmas at the Tower.

Dysfunctional (ao3) - ApolloLoki97 pepper/tony, bucky/natasha T, 19k

Summary: Or the typical field trip fic with a little extra thrown in.

Hard Blow (ao3) - tacendaparker16 G, 7k

Summary: Peter Parker is hit with a blast from some strange alien tech weapons while out on patrol, but tries to hide the fact that he feels like crap. However, when his condition quickly worsens as his night at Avengers Tower progresses, he can no longer hide the truth of his condition. Well, that is, not after he’s unconscious. Will the Avengers be able to save their little spider-ling before his time runs out?

Home Movies (ao3) - orphan_account wanda/vision G, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker has been filming and editing home movies of the Avengers since he first moved into the tower. This is just a description of one of his home movies, a bit of a sibling relationship with Wanda, and some vague irondad. Also, I threw in some twitter-ing. Gotta love the trash trope.

Hurt Me to Help You (ao3) - Grim_Reapers_Nuisance M, 9k

Summary: Peter Parker gets an internship as Tony Stark's personal lab assistant. Now living with the Avengers in the Avenger's Tower, the group begins to notice that there's more to their happy go-lucky spider boy. Warnings: Eating disorder, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, bullying, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-deprecation.

It’s a Secret to Everybody (ao3) - StarPrince_Punk T, 97k

Summary:

“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ——- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Living With Superheros? Not Cool (ao3) - Groot_Is_God G, 10k

Summary: It had been just under a year since Peter moved into the Avengers Tower with Tony and Pepper. Everything was going great until he got news that would turn him upside down. His class was going to the Avengers tower on a field trip. His class, was going to his home, on a field trip. That was destined to end well.

peter parker’s failed zoom meeting (ao3) - crobby T, 1k

Summary: Peter joins the class Zoom meeting and immediately tries to add his usual Kermit the Frog backdrop, but the computer won’t let him. “Come on,” he says to it, quiet enough that it doesn’t carry into the microphone, “Work with me, here!” The computer refuses to work with him, and Peter suffers the cruel fate of having his classmates see that he is most definitely not in his shoebox apartment in Queens, but rather in the Avengers Tower.

Or, Peter suffers through having his entire class learn that he’s quarantining with superheroes. Yikes.

Spider-Man Breaks the Internet (ao3) - maddieee1 N/R, 5k

Summary: Peter decides to start a YouTube channel as Spider-Man to “give the people what they want.” Chaos ensues.

Spider-Man Makes an Appearance (ao3) - finemeal harley/peter T, 7k

Summary: Peter can't go on the surprise field trip because he's missed too many days due to his internship and patrol. However, Tony comforts him by telling him that a tour is going to be coming to the tower, so he can make an appearance as Spider-Man. Peter can't wait for the tour, but what will happen when they find out that the tour is actually his class?

The Home Invasion (ao3) - Blue_Glass harley/peter, pepper/tony N/R, 13k

Summary: Peter Stark, more commonly known as Peter Parker, just missed out on the secret Academic Decathlon field trip because he had miscounted his days absent from school. Well at least he gets to stay home for the day right? What happens next is purely coincidence, but really Peter should have expected this to happen.

The Night We Met (ao3) - royallyidiotic G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker helps distract Bucky from a nightmare.

the obligatory field trip fic (ao3) - bajabucky harley/peter T, 8k

Summary: Sure, Peter had had worse days. Like that time he’d been out until 2am on patrol before a test. Or the field trip to Oscorp. But this had to be in his top five. What ruined his otherwise good day was the location of the field trip. Stark Tower.

Or, my version of the ‘Peter’s field trip to SI’ trope.

what a surprise, a field trip. (ao3) - orphan_account T, 3k

Summary: Now,” she said, stepping in front of the chalkboard, “I have some very exciting news.” Peter raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “As you may know, Stark Industries recently began an education initiative, and one part of this initiative includes field trips to the SI labs. I applied for our class, and our application was accepted.”

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or, peter's physics class (me?? just using the acadec team bc im too lazy to make more ocs??? where did you get that idea???) takes a trip to stark industries. featuring: peter's bizzarely high clearance level, peter being resident genius, and, of course, the lovable ball of sunshine that is amy parker.

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A couple of things to keep in mind:

Note1: More Fandoms will be added as I think of them/get into them, so feel free to ask a request for a fandom not on here. I can’t guarantee I’ll write it, but at least you’ll know.

Unless they’re related, I won’t do adults tickling minors or vice versa

SFW requests only. I don’t mind doing black out scenes (skipping to the after), but apart from that and some vulgarity, that’s as far as I’ll go

Not making any promises, but I am going to try to work on it this year, but I do have a habit of doing things at the last minute and/or having writer’s block that could last anywhere from a week to a year, So, if you request something, keep that in mind if you’re wanting something a little sooner than that. Just know that I will get to it eventually, even if it takes a year.

You may notice that there are a couple of fandoms that are listed under Special Circumstances. These are not fandoms that I am into nor normally write for but will write for during events. Squealing Santa. Tickletober, etc. etc. Feel free to check them out, but I’m not taking requests for these. I struggle writing for the fandoms that I’m into much less fandoms that I’m not into. -_- lol

Note 2: This goes for certain fandoms that I have listed as well. I got Marvel’s listed as a fandom, but I’ve only seen a few movies from this genre. All the Iron Man ones, Spider-Man, Captain America: the First Avenger. What If and a couple of the Shehulks series. Keep that in mind that most of my knowledge regarding this genre is through those and through reading fics.

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The Good Doctor (2017)

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Harry Potter

Laughing Lillies:

The Potter's hosted this year's Christmas Party. Tickling ensues after everyone leaves.

Gift for @quillsandtypos from Squealing Santa 2k18, hosted by @ticklygiggles

Sirius "Green-Eyed monster" Black:

Sirius feels like he's losing slip of reality and takes it out on James. Remus is there to remind him that he's not alone.

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High School Musical

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

Don't be a Scrooge:

When Kate finds out that Yelena doesn't like to partake in the holiday festivities, she goes out of her way to convince her to change her mind.

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Perfect Harmony

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Everything Is Gonna Be Alright (Work in Progress)

Tensions are high when things don’t go the group’s way and Cheryl (as always) is not happy about it. Toni is sent to talk to her, and tickling ensues.

Requested by @secretly-tword-obsessed

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Cat N’ Mouse:

Adora cannot sleep, so annoys Catra to get her attention. What can go wrong?

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Smallville

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Supergirl

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This Is Us

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Tickles For Seancing?:

Diego wants Klaus to summon their deceased father. Klaus is having issues doing so, so Diego uses some unorthodox methods (per Klaus request).

Gift for @anasticklefics from Squealing Santa 2k19, hosted by @ticklygiggles​

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Homestuck

Ticklish Movie Nights:

Dave and Karkat are watching a movie when Dave discovers an interesting thing about Karkat's horns.

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Thank you my lovely! I love Loki as an Avenger too! I think that's why I write more Avenger!Loki than any other type. 🤭

You have definitely made my day/night/week/month by your reading and support. I love the fics you had picked out and I'm tickled pink that i can reread them again and see it with brand new eyes.

Desire

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Summary: This is the prequel to Pheromones. You and Loki were sent to gather intel on a new drug that's being manufactured in Madripoor. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 4K Warnings: One-bed trope. Fake Marriage trope. This has hard fluff. There are no actual acts but there are steamy moments. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

It really shouldn’t have surprised you. A classic setting in the modern streets of Madripoor. A top-secret mission that only you have the skill set to accomplish. Getting to spend an obscene amount of forced private time with your long-time infatuation. It all seemed like a trademark recipe for a rom-com movie. So, of course, it shouldn’t have shocked you that there was only one bed.  

Both you and Loki entered the bedroom suite to stare at the offending furniture only to drop your duffel bags down simultaneously.

“Well, darling, shall we?” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Shall we what?” You asked slightly hopeful. Slightly cautious.

“Set up, of course.” He said pragmatically. “What exactly are we here to witness?” Loki said moving towards the windows. He moved with the grace of a predator. He looked like one too, in his expensive dark suit, the top button loose on his white linen shirt.

He held the curtains back to watch the tall office building across the street. The nightclub on the top floor bursts with prismatic lights and shadows dancing to unheard music. You followed and stood behind him, watching the windows across the way.

It was a supposed front for the distribution and manufacturing of the latest drug to hit the States. You and Loki were posing as honeymooners. Rich, honeymooners looking for a good time that would remain discreet and classified to mummy and daddy’s open wallet.

“We should take turns if they want us to monitor them 24/7.” You posed. You started to take your strappy sandals off as well as the jewelry you had on. Loki could hear you start to undress and it took all his strength and poise as an honorable gentleman to not turn and watch you. But he was the god of mischief after all.

“I’ll take the first shift. Go ahead and sleep. It’s been a long day for you.” he said, still looking out the window, watching your reflection through the glass.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I’ll be…” you started.

“Don’t worry darling. I know where you are if I need you.” He smiled. He left you with a nod and a smirk as he closed the door to the lone bedroom not once having turned your way.

Feeling rejected that your brazenness wasn’t received, you spent an extra amount of time in the shower, only leaving after you imagined him deciding to join you. Hoisting you up against the smooth tile, his godly cock burying deep inside you as his grunts echoed in the open shower.

After finishing your nightly ritual, you lay there on the soft sheets, listening to what Loki might be doing outside in the living room. You fell asleep to his quiet shuffle across the floors. You felt safe knowing that he was out there watching guard as you drifted off. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could hear his deep voice humming a soothing lullaby.

You woke up to the sun glaring through your windows. You stretched and moaned feeling the spacious mattress you were sleeping on. I should probably remake the bed. Considering it’s the only bed in the entire suite and you and Loki would have to share it. You wouldn’t want him thinking you’re a slob.

Wandering into the living room, you were pleasantly surprised at the surveillance equipment Loki managed to set up on his own. Multiple monitors and a couple of keyboards were arranged at the lone table in the entire suite.

“Looks like you were busy.” You said clearing your throat.

“Good morning. Yes, I got bored and decided to tinker around a bit.”

“You didn’t need any help? You could’ve woken me up. I wouldn’t have minded.”

“No. You looked so peaceful. I couldn’t disturb you.”

“Oh. Thank you,” you said making you wonder when Loki came into the room last night.

You sauntered your way to the small galley kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee. You hummed, taking the first sips as you sat next to him in front of the surveillance office he set up. He crossed his arms and sighed. Boredom dripped off his every pore. “Remind me again why I decided to join your merry bunch of misfits?”

“Because you look good kicking ass!” You blushed, offering the compliment as a joke. Loki turned to you with a smirk.

“I do make it look bewitching, don’t I?” he teased.

“Why don’t you go to bed? You’ve had a long night. I’ll take over.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go. Sleep.” You commanded. Loki rubbed his face and sighed as he got up weary from staying up all night. You watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair and worked the last of the buttons off on his shirt.

“You will wake me if…”

“Don’t worry, darling. I know where you are if I need you,” you said trying to mimic his accent, using his own words against him. Loki exhaled a puff of air as he smiled back at you.

After luxuriating in the hot shower, he readied himself for bed. He only realized when he stepped out that you had made the bed earlier. You fixed it to look like you hadn’t slept in it at all. Would it be peculiar if I slept in the same bed? It’s not as if she’ll be using it while I’m in here.

The thought of sharing a bed with you came unbidden into his mind. He looked at the mutual bed as he towel-dried his body off. Thoughts of taking you under him and whispering rude things in your ear made his abdominal muscles clench and blood rushed down to his straining cock.

Loki shook his head furiously as if he could shake the thoughts out of his head. He can’t think about you like that. Especially not right now. You were both on this mission and any distraction could mean the difference between a small cut or serious bodily harm.

Loki laid down on his stomach with a loud sigh. He wondered when he would ever have the courage to tell you of his feelings. He only volunteered on this mission because you would be away for almost a month and he couldn’t stand not seeing you for that extended amount of time.

Loki closed his eyes and relaxed into the soft mattress. She can kick me off if she has a problem with me sleeping here. A grin played on his lips, hoping very much that you would come into the bedroom.

Loki fell asleep to the smell of your floral shampoo on the pillow and the quiet movement of your feet outside the doors. Knowing that you were out there, essentially waiting for him, made him content and he fell into a deep slumber.

Loki woke to the sunset blaring down on his face, turning the bedroom into a bright orange hue. He opened the doors to the aroma of food wafting over to him. Having just woken up, he sauntered out into the living room with only his silk pajama bottoms. His hair was unruly and curled around his shoulders.

“Hi, sleepy head. You woke up just in time. I ordered takeout.” You said pointing to a paper bag on the dining table next to the kitchen. When you turned to address him, you nearly choked on your drink, leering at him as he came out of the lone bedroom.

He stifled his yawn, stretching his hands toward the ceiling. You took this time to follow the soft dark curls of his hair that trailed from his abs down to where his pajamas had ridden low past his sharp hip bones.

“Darling, are you all right? You look a little flush.” He asked as he made his way over to you. He tilted your chin up gently to look up into his eyes trying to make certain you didn’t become ill during the day.

“Yes. Uh-hum.” You nodded your head.

“Your blush suits you,” he whispered, causing your skin to burn at his touch and your face reddened even more. His scent overflooded your senses. If he didn’t move from you soon, you would take his fingers, which were caressing your face, into your mouth and show him exactly what you could do.

Just as you opened your mouth he looked over to the table and moved to the bag filled with food.

“Wonderful. I’m famished!” he said opening the bag and taking out the contents. “Anything to note on the building?” plating some noodles and chicken.

“Some sketchy trucks came by earlier.” You remarked, clearing your throat. “In half-hour increments for four hours. Not labeled. Non-descript. If we want a closer look, we might have to attend that nightclub up top,” you reported. Loki nodded as he handed you a plate of food.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“My pleasure,” he answered. It was then that you got a good look at him. His eyes were two different shades of blue and green, like the ocean. His sharp nose and pointed chin framed his face so strongly that it made him look regal.

He twirled the noodles on his fork as he rested his feet on top of the coffee table, leaning back. He caught you staring at him midway between putting the fork in his mouth and was surprised. “What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’ve never seen you so…relaxed before.” You smiled. “I kinda like it.” You turned away, looking out the window, hoping to hide your blush.

And so, it went on for three weeks. In the mornings, you would wake up to fresh coffee and sometimes a pastry. You were always surprised to note that your cup was ready for you. Made just the way you preferred, with two sugars and cream. You and Loki would relay all the happenings and everything he observed during the night. Then you would switch shifts.

Loki would go to sleep each morning, grateful for the fact that you made the bed, deeply inhaling your scent on the pillows as if you were sleeping right next to him. Then he would wake up in the afternoon to the smell of dinner. Sometimes takeout, sometimes cooked by your own hands. He appreciated those the most.

Until one afternoon, just one hour shy of Loki’s alarm going off, you woke him up.

“Loki. Loki wake up!” You shook his shoulder. Still half asleep, he grabbed your arm, turned you over his body, and pinned you down on top of the bed. His hands cuffing your wrists on top of your head.

Loki growled. His face was a mix of irritation and fatigue as his half-lidded eyes narrowed on you lying underneath him.

Your eyes were wide and dilated, trying to take in his proximity. The first purple hues of your blush started to appear, and Loki took a deep breath inhaling your warm floral scent.

“What are you doing here, pet?” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking. His hips pinned you down as his fingers tightened around your wrists.

“The v-vans stopped coming,” you stuttered as Loki continued to trail his nose down your neck, making you breathless and moan. “Expensive sports cars and dignitary vehicles were com-coming instead.” Your moans made him grind further into you. You could feel his hard shaft pressing against your already wet cunt, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your hips.

Your mind was gone. You couldn’t think straight as Loki grazed your jawline with his teeth. “There’s going to be a sale going on tonight and we need to be there.” You groaned out.

Loki’s eyes snapped to yours. His clear eyes furrowed with confusion as he took in your dazed ones under him. A sense of wakefulness finally caught up to him as he realized what he had just done.

“Why wake me now? Couldn’t this wait?” he whispered, more to himself than to you. Lifting himself off of you, he turned, lying next to you in bed.

“No. Steve just called. Said he wants us to pull out tomorrow morning. If we don’t get anything tonight, we would be going home with nothing to show for it,” you tried to sound professional. You tried to slow your breathing and contain your heartbeat within your chest.

“So, what do you propose we do?” he said as he let your aroma wash over him. He turned his head in your direction, and you turned in his. Your hair was caught in between you and the pillow, covering half your face with sultry allure.

“Let’s go to the club. We’re supposed to be a honeymoon-ing couple. We haven’t left the hotel room since we got here. People will think it’s suspicious.”

“I don’t think it’s suspicious for newlyweds to never leave their room.” He chuckled. You playfully hit his arm as a joke, and he caught your hands. He brought it up to cover his cheek as he turned his whole body to face you. “Is this really that important to you?” His thumb grazed the back of your hand, holding your touch in place.

You felt his smooth skin under your fingertips as they took on a life of their own and started twirling the locks of his hair. “I don’t want our hard work wasted for nothing, Loki. If we leave now we’ll have nothing to show for it.”

His face inched closer to yours on the bed. You looked so ethereal. Your warmth pulled him closer, enticing him to keep you there on the bed. “All right,” Loki whispered. “We’ll go. We’ll look around, see what we can find,” he whispered. The happiest grin showed on your face and warmed his heart. “But the moment you see something off, we leave. Do you understand? This was only supposed to be a recon mission.” He commanded and you nodded enthusiastically.

Shortly after, the both of you were getting dressed to attend the nightclub across the way. Loki had worn a dark navy suit with a light blue dress shirt. He had changed his appearance slightly, opting for short dirty-blonde hair and a slight stubble to adorn his face.

Once again, Loki was finding it hard to keep his eyes off you as you slid your dress onto your curvaceous frame. A low-cut, backless dress held together by a single knot on the back of your neck. He was watching you struggle through the reflection of the window when he finally decided to turn and help you.

“You know…” he started, as his fingers adjoined the zipper on the side of your dress, “…we would have to act like we are actually married. As if we were madly in love with each other,” he stated.

You hummed your agreement. You knew that it wouldn’t be too hard to act like you were infatuated with Loki. You just hoped that you could recover from the fact that he wasn’t interested in you after this mission. You turned around to look into his eyes, “That wouldn’t be too hard,” you smiled.

He let out a small chuckle as he looked down and noticed your wrists. Bruises had formed where his fingers pinned you down earlier in the bed. He held them up as he conjured thin gold bangles to hide them.

“If we were a real couple, do you think we should be hiding them?” you asked absentmindedly. Loki looked up at you through his lashes. His smile grew wide as he learned something about your predilections.  

“In that case, darling, let’s make it more believable. Shall we?” He twirled you around and pulled your body flushed with his. “For instance, if you were mine, I wouldn’t hesitate to mark you,” he growled in your ear. You felt his solid chest on your bare back. His hands trailed up and stopped at the top of your arms. You felt a cool tingling sensation on your shoulders when he touched you.

“I would mark you here, on your strong shoulders.”

“…mark me?...” you replied weakly, and Loki hummed his answer. His nose trailed down your neck again inhaling your floral scent as small bite marks appeared on top of your right shoulder. His hands continued their way to your collarbone. His light touch making you shiver.

“And with my mouth, I’d gently suck on your skin right here until you bruised. Trailing down further until I reached your navel.” His finger slid down your front, feeling his touch in between your breast. A cool trail of his seidr followed summoning light bruises to mark you sporadically where his fingers had touched you.

His other hand reached around your throat, wrapping his fingers gently, but firmly, along your long neck. “Hmm…and my hand would look so fetching around your throat, keeping you breathless.” Coolness tingles around your neck as you shivered at the image he put in your head.

A breathy moan escaped you, unbidden, and it made Loki smile with pride. His fingers brushed your lips as you opened them, making him trace your pout with the tips of his fingers. “And these would be swollen from my endless kisses,” he purred.

You felt his touch all over your body. You felt his seidr caress you. Enveloping you in a cool embrace as half-hidden marks appeared on some of the more delicate parts of your body.

Loki pulled his body away from you and circled you. He looked you up and down, appreciating his work. “Hmm…”

“How do I look?” you asked coyly.

“Like you are mine,” he growled. A smoldering heat crept up your body, making your body blush and the marks he placed more prominent.

“What about you?” you asked bravely. His flirtatious behavior giving you the courage to ask. Loki raised his eyebrow in response. “Don’t I get to give you my marks as well?” you expressed.

You once again closed the gap between the two of you and nuzzled against his neck. You pulled his dress shirt down to the first open button. “I don’t have any magic.” He felt your lips vibrate at your words. His hands gripped the sides of your dress pulling you closer to him. “So, I guess I would have to do it the old-fashioned way.”

You began by licking a small stripe on his neck. You opened your lips to kiss and pull on the small patch of skin between his neck and collarbone. The scent of his cologne mixed with the tangible trace of his own musk made you feral.

Loki sighed and whimpered feeling your lips on him. He closed his eyes relishing every draw of your lips. Every scrape of your teeth. Every breathless moan you let out against his skin.

When you finished, you looked up into his eyes. Their playful glint was gone, replaced by deep longing and a savage desire. He lifted his face, looking down at you. Your mark flashing proudly on his fair skin. “How does it look?” he rasped. His voice was subdued, trying to contain the passion he was experiencing inside.

“Like you belong to me,” you said quickly.  You gave him an innocent kiss on his cheek and smiled. You proceeded outside to the living room, leaving Loki standing there watching you walk away from him.

Outside the club, it was hot and humid. Sweat had trickled down your back. Loki tried to keep you cool with subtle touches here and there combined with his chilling skin. He dutifully played the husband who couldn’t keep his hands off of his new bride.

Inside the club, the air was thick and not much drier. They were misting water to keep the clubgoers cool and happy. The drinks were readily available and inexpensive, served by masked waitresses and barmen.

Loki openly handed the bouncer a $100 note to get bumped up to the front of the line. You both had to keep appearances up as you reserved a private booth for the two of you with bottle service to last the whole night. The two of you were attracting a lot of attention from everyone who wanted to scrounge in your supposed wealth.

Sitting next to him in your private booth gave you an opportunity to watch different parts of the club. You leaned in close to Loki, your hands trailing down his neck where your mark still bruised. You whispered in his ear all the things you were observing. “The bartenders keep giving away small shots of alcohol with some of the drinks. Do you think the drug is in the shots?” you whispered as you inhaled and crossed your leg to rest over his knee. You noted how that simple act took a lot more effort than it should have.

Loki trailed his hands up your calves and whispered, “I could care less darling. I find myself unable to concentrate at the moment.” His hand traveled under the hem of your dress as his face got dangerously close to kissing your neck.

He savored your warm floral scent. How it haunted him every time he went to bed and smelled your perfume on the pillow. He also detected another fragrance. Something earthy. Something darker. It smelled like an invitation. Like a tempting piece of Valhalla waiting to be consumed. It drove him mad.

You looked back at him in shock. What had come over him? His face contorted in passion and longing. You couldn’t help but respond in kind. Your movements started getting slow and heavy as you reached for his face.

“Loki…” you murmured. “Loki…I think we’ve been drugged.”

Loki’s mind was going miles a minute. He couldn’t think straight. He took a deep breath in and inhaled your aroma once again and the intoxicating need you had let out. He could smell your desire.

Shaky, he looked around. The sprayers misting the club had gone off, enveloping the room in a haze. It’s a gas! The drug is in the mist!

You had started leaning towards Loki. Your body started shutting down. “Loki, I…I’m blacking out…call…help…”

“Darling, let’s go. We need to go back to the hotel room.” Loki pressed the distress signal that was located in your purse. He carried you by your hips, hoping that it would look believable enough not to raise suspicions that you were both under the influence.

“And ver do you tink you’re going, Avengers?” A callous voice said from behind Loki. A tall, burly man in a suit wearing a transparent mask stepped out from the shadows. “Vee don’t take kindly to people snooping around. Do you like the special mixture we made for you? Breathe deep, my friends. For it will be your last.” The man smiled as he reached for a weapon inside his breast pocket.

Loki couldn’t think of anything else to do but try to transport the two of you back to the hotel lobby or somewhere public, where there are lots of people to hide with.

If HYDRA knew they were being spied on, then they probably knew which room the two of you were staying at. He couldn’t risk transporting the two of you back there.

Loki brought the two of you to the restaurant he spotted earlier. The waiter, surprised that someone was sitting at a table without his knowledge, came by to see what was going on.

Loki looked flushed and irritated as his breathing got heavier and the air around him started to change. On the other hand, you could barely keep your eyes open, leaning on Loki to help you get around. “Rodgers, get here now. NO. Tonight! We’ve been compromised.” Loki hung up the call.

That was the last thing you heard before your sight faded into black. Your hearing got muted into a single ringing noise in your head. You felt a cold chill as your body stiffened up. The only reason why you didn’t feel scared was the lingering smell of his musk, filling your nose.

“Darling, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Read Pheromones, the conclusion.

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[anasticklefics]

Thunderstorms - Tony's Day

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Tony Stark, Thor

Summary: Thor helps distract Tony from a thunderstorm.

A/N: The first fic for my Avengers tickle fic week!

Words: 1 467

Tony didn’t like storms. He wasn’t afraid of them, mind you, but growing up in California, on Italian beaches, being able to go to warmer weather the moment he felt like it, had left a distaste for rain in his mouth. He viewed it as something to flee from.

Thunderstorms were a whole other matter. They left him on edge, knowing he would have no say in whether or not lighting would strike on him or his loved ones. He knew from past experiences that he couldn’t keep people inside just because he was a little worried, and nowadays he prefered pretending as if he was completely fine.

“Is this your doing?” he asked Thor, having turned to find the god walking toward where he was curled up on the couch watching the sky light up again and again. Just to keep watch.

“No,” Thor said, sinking down next to him. “I’m afraid it’s more complex than that.”

“But you can control it, right?”

“I can.”

“So it won’t go feral and attack us, will it?”

Thor tilted his head at him. “No.” A beat and, “I could stop it if you want.”

“No, no,” Tony was quick to say. Quick to deny. “I’m sure the sky needs to unload or whatever.”

“Are you afraid?”

Tony had been hoping he wouldn’t ask. “I’m wary.”

“I’ve heard that’s normal. And probably wise.”

“Yeah, well.” Tony crossed his arms. “People don’t tend to view it like that. They make fun of you as soon as you feel skeptical about something.”

“Then they’re not very nice people.”

Tony waved a hand at him. “They can be. They just find it more fun to tease in the moment.”

“I take it you have experienced this before.”

He deflated. Might as well come clean. “A few times. I didn’t grow up in an area where it thundered much. I think the first time I experienced it I was around eight and I was probably traumatized.” He laughed, even though it wasn’t funny. “Howard didn’t like that. His son that was almost skilled enough to graduate high school crying over the weather.”

“Your father was, and forgive me for saying this, an asshole.”

Tony laughed again, this time because it was funny. “That, he was.”

They watched the storm for a while, side by side, as it lit up the city. Tony counted the beats between the lighting and thunder, even though it had resulted in countless of panicked moments before.

“I like watching it,” Tony said quietly. “Just to remind myself that I can’t control it. Didn’t think I’d become friends with the god of thunder, though.” He nudged Thor’s side.

Thor grinned. “On one hand I like seeing someone respect the power of thunder.”

“And on the other?”

“I don’t like seeing you so tense. Relax. I’ll fix it if things get out of hand.” He grabbed Tony’s shoulders, giving them a squeeze before pressing them downward. “Have you ever been relaxed in your life, Stark?”

Tony laughed, a nearly hysterical sound. “No. Not really.”

“I had a game I used to play with my brother,” Thor said, turning to fully face him now. “Neither of us would relax when being told, so we used certain methods to tire each other out so that we would have no choice.”

“That sounds foreboding, coming from a god.”

“It’s fun, I promise.”

“And if I say no?”

Thor’s smile turned mischievous. “Then I guess I will give you no choice. Face me.”

Tony did, his mind still partly on the storm, despite the fact that he had nothing to worry about. “Will this hurt?”

“No.”

“Will I like it?”

“It depends.”

“On?”

“How ticklish you are.”

“Oh.” Tony hated how he felt even more ticklish after those words. “You can’t judge my reactions.”

Thor let out a laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“I only found out because Rhodey is a literal tickle monster, okay?”

“I’ll remember not to cross him.”

Tony was grinning like a fool already. “Are you ticklish, Mr god of thunder?”

“Yes.” Thor’s smile turned sheepish. “But I’m stronger, so don’t get any ideas, Stark.”

This whole situation was strange, but… Tony didn’t mind it. Not really. Now that he knew what it would entail he was almost a bit excited about it.

Storm forgotten, finally, as Thor suddenly reached out to touch his ribs. “Hehey. You didn’t explain the rules.”

“Ah, yes.” Thor withdrew. “Essentially, I tickle you, but I don’t pin you or torture a spot for long. Instead, I go for various spots, just quickly touching them to make you jumpy. By the time we’re finished you will be so on edge that you will have to relax after I decide to stop entirely. It’s foolproof.”

“Okay. I can see how that works.”

“Do you want to give it a go?”

“Sure.” Tony licked his lips. “Will I get to get revenge afterward?”

“I don’t think that will help you relax, and besides, I am very relaxed.”

“Uh huh.”

Thor snapped his fingers. “Focus, Tony.”

“Right.”

“Is there any spot you want me to stay clear of?”

“Not really. If you’re gonna do it, might as well go all in.”

“Oh, that I will.”

Tony raised his hands when Thor did, an automatic response. “I feel like a kid.”

Thor didn't reply. Instead, he suddenly grabbed Tony’s leg, the one tucked beneath him on the couch, and squeezed at the knee. Tony’s let out a yell, hands pushing Thor off, but Thor wasn’t deterred. His other hand on Tony’s side, fingers wiggling into the flesh while Tony let out an involuntary giggle he would deny afterward. As he tried to twist away from the touch, Thor went for his neck, and so their dance commenced.

Tony was… well, he was pretty ticklish, he had to admit. He’d never hated being on the receiving end, but he hadn’t necessarily grown up with it in his life. His mother must’ve done it to him as a child, and he had a vague memory of Jarvis teasing the area under his chin when he was being cheeky, but Howard’s influence had reached far and beyond, and soon Tony hadn’t felt as if he could partake in childish activities even miles away from him. Afraid that he would somehow find out.

MIT had been a different story. Rhodey had found immense joy in his panicked laughter, the way he would squirm and thrash and still not be able to get away. Tony still didn’t naturally tickle people himself, but he knew all his own sweet spots now. Wouldn’t mind having tickle fights with his friends or lovers if they initiated them.

But he hadn’t reached that point with any of the Avengers. He wondered, as Thor grabbed his arm and lifted it in order to briefly torture his armpit, if this was the start of something.

“Stop,” he found himself saying, fighting the urge to stand and run away.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” was Thor’s reply, his hand on Tony’s belly, the one spot that made Tony scramble to stop him.

Yes, he wanted to say. But give me a breather, he wanted to say. Give me a breather or pin me down, but whatever you do, don’t decide to never do this again.

He didn’t say any of that. Instead, he started leaning back, trying to flee, and Thor scooted closer to him and started scribbling over his lower back. How he’d known about that spot was beyond him, but Tony flew forward, almost into his arms, and Thor went for his sides again, both of them, making Tony snort through his laughter. He heard Thor chuckle, but before he could tell him to shut up he was tickling the nape of his neck, which mostly made him shudder. And then, as if suddenly remembering they existed, Thor grabbed one of Tony’s ankles and started tickling his sole. Just briefly, as he promised, but it was enough for Tony to nearly fall off the couch.

“Please,” he said, pulling and pulling on his leg, and Thor let go only seconds later only to attack his knee again, then the back of it, his thigh, his neck so suddenly Tony screamed, and then finishing off on his ribs before finally backing off. Finally letting Tony breathe.

Thor had been right. He was so on edge that when he realized they were done he practically melted onto the couch, storm entirely forgotten.

“That was fun,” he finally said, too tired to care about admitting it now.

Thor was beaming at him. “I’m glad.”

“Don’t do it in front of anyone else, though.”

“Don’t worry, Stark. It will be our secret.”

Tony let out a laugh. What a secret, all because of a thunderstorm.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Hit the target - Steve’s Day

A/N: @anasticklefics​ Heyyo, Steve Rogers day in the best week of december. I can’t voice how intense my Avengers feels have been lately. Thank you so much for the opportunity to post some tickle fics here now. :) This is my contribution for the Steve Rogers day featuring Steve and Natasha. 

No one knew. Obviously. Steve didn’t want anyone to know. He wanted to act all tough and happy and cheerful. Was that a good enough reason not to tell anyone it was his mother’s day of death? Well, I mean... probably.

With a sigh he breathed in the cold November air and tried to swallow his sadness. It had threatened to overwhelm him multiple times that day and throughout the evening. He liked sitting around with the guys, drinking a beer and talking trash. Clint had just challenged Tony to an archery battle. He would do all of Tony’s shots blindfolded. This was about to become disastrous. But Steve hadn’t been in the mood to stay. He had excused himself and retreated to the cold night air, all alone with his sorrow and memories and-

“Missing the epic battle for this?” Natasha asked in her satin-soft voice, stepping into the light the moon was offering and smiling at her friend. There was something shy about her smile, as if she knew just what was bothering him and didn’t know how to handle it well. The following side glance made it even more obvious to Steve. He sighed and leaned against the balustrade of the balcony with his arms crossed.

“How do you know?”

The Black Widow scrunched her nose up in a self-aware way, feeling caught and not liking it one bit as a professional spy. “How do you know I know?”

“I just know.”

“Yeah. Well. ... So do I.” 

They stared at the ground, each of them for themselves, considering their next move. Steve was about to just retreat to his room, feeling in general horribly horrible about so many things he wanted to escape from, when Natasha put a gentle hand on his arm. He didn’t notice he had reflexively clenched his jaw in response until Natasha put her other hand on his cheek. His breath felt hot in his nostrils. His bottom lip started to tremble. No no no. This was exactly what he hadn’t wanted to happen. 

He tried to pull his head back, out of her reach, but she did something incredible to calm him down. She said “Shhhh.” and stroked two thumbs over his cheeks now. Somehow that combination hit Steve pretty hard. He bit down on his lip as his breath hitched in his throat and two big tears rolled all the way down to his chin. Natasha finally knew what she had to do when she felt and saw the shimmering tears on her friend’s skin. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she was capable of.

Steve put his huge hand on the low of her back, burried his nose in her shoulder. He hadn’t cried in so long. Now, he was practically trembling in the embrace of someone who cared, someone who missed out on the fun inside the house to be with him. That thought alone was so soothing. 

They remained in the hug even after Steve’s quiet sobs had died down. Silence wove them into the picture of the night, allowing them peace and moonlight and stars. 

Steve felt a headache roll down his temples to hack into his brain. He furrowed his brows, but relaxed a little when Natasha’s hands moved from the back of his neck to his head. Her fingers were balm for his pain. The gentle reassuring touch next to his eyes as she repeated a circular motion over and over made him think she could read his mind. How could she have known about the headache? Oh. OH. Steve slumped more into her hug when he realized that she was probably acting out of experience. 

“Is that better?” She whispered gently against his shoulder. 

He couldn’t find a word in his system, so he merely nodded. 

From inside the house cheering could be heard. Bruce, Thor and Tony were celebrating something rather loudly. Steve smiled. Either Tony had hit a target really well or Clint. Either way Clint would remain silent. 

“If Tony hit the target it was most likely not as impressive as he thinks it is.” Natasha mumbled and cuddled closer to the Supersoldier. Steve started to wonder who this hug was actually for. Smiling felt so much better now that he didn’t have to hide his sadness anymore. Not that he had had to do it. But ya know. Ya know. He kissed Natasha on the head and pretty much enveloped her in his enormous arms. 

“Natasha?”

“Hm?” All snark had left her voice. Steve swallowed. He hadn’t considered that maybe she was just as sad as he was until that moment. 

“Are you okay?” The Black Widow didn’t react. The tightness of the hug didn’t lessen. A no then. “Is there something I can do?”

Natasha’s nose rubbed against his chest when she moved slightly in his arms, as she lowered her arms to hug his middle now. “There is something.”

Steve hadn’t actually expected a reaction from her. He raised his eye-brows and stroked some hair out of her face. She was tiny in his arms. But that was deceiving. “What is it?”

“I want you to cheer when I hit my target.” Was he mishearing it or was the snark back in her voice?

“I don’t- what?” He tried to take a step back to get a better look at her face, but her arms were squeezed around him rather tightly. Too tightly he realized. He couldn’t get out of her embrace. “Natasha?” He asked with a gentle sigh now. It was adorable that she was holding on to him, even though he obviously wasn’t dumb enough to say that to her face. Still. She wasn’t speaking clearly. 

Suddenly she put her chin on his chest and looked up at his face, the biggest smirk on her lips. “My target!!” 

Before he could voice a complaint or anything that was close to the normal everyday banter among the team she did something unexpected. To underline what she had meant by “target” she pushed her fingertips into his sides. With an actual, utterly regrettable squeak Steve jumped and instinctively wrapped his hands around her wrists. It was pretty useless since the hug gave Natasha’s hands the perfect positions for tickling just where they lay.

“NO!” Steve held against her teasing grin and the still sort of wiggling fingertips on his sides. “Not those targets!!” A hysterical giggle escaped him when she repeated the tazering of his ticklish spots with her fingernails. “Natasha no NO! I mean it- quit- ahaha QUIHIHIT IT!!” 

The Black Widow didn’t much care about his threatening tone as it dissolved into a melody of helpless laughter at her squeezing, prodding and poking at his ticklish middle. Steve stumbled backwards and curled in on himself slightly, but couldn’t get away with her trapping him in the hug. She chuckled happily as he melted into a puddle of giggles in her arms.

“Oh gOHOHOD!! NAT STAHHAHAP! I MEHEHEHEAN IT!!” The big ol’ Supersoldier barely remained standing as Natasha’s fingers scribbled up and down his sides, curled over his hips and dived into the spaces between his ribs. There wasn’t much he could do to defend himself. He was lost to his laughter.

“Awe. I knew you would cheer for me.” Natasha beamed and didn’t stop her wandering hands for one second, wrecking the sad man until only joy remained. It was just as uplifting for her. She absolutely loved his laughter. It was like medicine when he didn’t hold back. 

“Pl-PlEHEHHEASE!! HoW IS THIS FAHHAHAIR???? NO MOHOHORE!!! I CAN’T, I CAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE-” Steve felt tears swell up in his eyes again, but now they were sparkling for other reasons than minutes before. He shrieked when fingers started digging into his armpits, sending him into hysterics. But only for so long. His knees gave way and the both of them tumbled to the ground of the balcony in a heap of laughter and flailing. 

“stop sTOP STOOHOOHP!!” Steve demanded as Natasha tried to keep the upperhand, hands sliding over his stomach and trying to get back into those hellishly ticklish armpits. But now he was more agile again. Hysterical giggles poured out of his mouth as he blocked all of Natasha’s advances towards his ticklish body, making her laugh too. “PLEHEHEASE NO MOOOOORE!!” 

Natasha chuckled and dropped her hands - finally, phew - only to stare at Steve take in deep breaths to make up for the air he had lost to laughter. His blue eyes were shining again. That’s what she liked to see.

“How are you feeling now, noobster?” She asked, getting another chuckle out of her ticklish friend.

“That is still soldier for you, madame.” He countered, shrieking when Natasha threatened to put him through another tickle attack. “SORRY??”

Natasha had to laugh really loud at that scream and retreated her hands again. She grinned at Steve and he returned the favor. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Steve tilted his head gratefully.

“Do you want to light a candle later?” She added, putting a hand on his arm. He turned a little more serious again at her words, but the smile remained. After his little nod she squeezed his hand gently. 

“Then we will.” 

“GUYS GUYS GUUUUUYS!!!” Tony stormed out on the balcony with wide happy eyes. “GUUUYS!!!”

“Kinda sexist, but- what??” Natasha answered, grabbing Steve’s forearms and hauling him back on his feet. 

“YOU. WILL. NEVER. BELIEVE. WHAT. I. HIT.”

Steve made a rather worried expression at that. “Clint??!” 

Shocked Tony let his arms sink. “Nooooo. ... I mean, actually I missed him. BUT I DID HIT THE ...”

A loud roar could be heard from the living-room, followed by Clint’s girly scream.

“HULK!!”

Natasha and Steve exchanged a glance. Right before they barged into the Tower to calm the situation they shared a soft smile. 

[aticklish]

Avengers Tickle Fic Week - Tony’s Day

Hope you enjoy!

April Fool’s Day was one of Tony’s favorite days, just because he could prank all of the Avengers and get away with it. But April was so far from now, and he was bored.

So he started planning December Fools.

Sure, it wasn’t traditional. But why did it have to be? December 1st was tomorrow, and Tony had planted whoopie cushions, fake spiders, and air horns all around the house. It was going to be amazing.

Satisfied with his plans, Tony finally went to sleep.

The next morning was quite eventful. Apparently, Peter had decided to sit in the desk chair with an air horn on it, resulting in a very loud honk and a very loud scream. Tony rushed into the room, acting like he didn’t know what was going on.

“Peter! What happened?” Tony gasped, trying desperately not to laugh.

Poor Peter was so confused. “I- I don’t know! There’s an air horn down here, and I just sat down, and... Why is there an air horn here?”

Tony raised an eyebrow, using all his willpower to keep a straight face. “That’s weird... maybe someone was trying to prank you?” He crossed his arms. “I bet it was Bucky and Sam.”

Coincidentally, the pair entered the room at this exact moment. “Huh? You’re saying we did this, Stark?” Bucky said with a tilt of his head.

Tony grinned. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Sam shook his head and sat down in another chair. “No, I’ve been with him all night. There’s no way he co-“

He was cut off by a loud fart noise.

Peter couldn’t help giggling. “Wohohow! That’s awfully rude of you!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Okay, who’s pranking us?” He looked Tony in the eyes. “Was it you, Stark?”

Tony dramatically shook his head and widened his eyes. “No, it wasn’t me!”

Bucky tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hm... I think he’s lying.”

Just then, Steve came into the room. “You guys woke me up.” He crossed his arms, pretending to be mad, though he really wasn’t.

Tony chuckled. “It was Peter. He’s the one who screamed.”

“Okay, now I know it was you!” Bucky exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Tony.

Tony shook his head again. “No! It’s not me!” His heart rate increased. He loved the adrenaline.

Steve raised an eyebrow at the billionaire. “Well, do you want to tell me why there was a fake spider under my bed?”

Tony couldn’t help laughing that time. “Mahahahaybe you shouldn’t eat in your room, Steve. It attracts too many bugs.”

“You’d better watch yourself,” Sam warned, standing up and stepping towards Tony.

The genius dropped the act. “Or what? It’s not like you could get me back. FRIDAY would tell me immediately if you tried anything.”

Bucky grinned, winking at Sam. “We don’t necessarily need the element of surprise.”

And that’s when Steve figured it out. He smirked. “I agree. We’re all stronger than you. How will it feel to be completely helpless, and completely pinned?”

Tony leapt up, finally getting the hint. “Nope! I’m out!”

Peter grinned and shot a web at Tony, blocking him from leaving. “Nope! You’re in!”

Tony yelped as Steve pinned his arms above his head. “Wait! Guys! Let’s talk about this! You can be reasonable, right?”

Bucky straddled him, wiggling his fingers right above Tony’s torso. “Reasonable? You’re the one who just randomly decided to prank us!”

Tony sucked in his stomach, which was his most sensitive spot. “Ihihit’s December Fools!”

“December Fools?” Peter asked with a confused look. He webbed Tony’s feet down and started taking off his shoes.

Tony nodded, clearing his throat and struggling to get free. “December 1st.” The adrenaline that he’d felt before increased tenfold, especially when Sam wiggled his fingers right above Tony’s exposed armpits. He bit his lip to keep from giggling, and he shut his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at those devious fingers.

Unfortunately for Tony, him shutting his eyes meant that he missed the signal Bucky gave for all of them to start tickling him at once.

Tony’s eyes flew open, and he outright shrieked as the fingers descended onto all of his ticklish spots. He was cackling within seconds. It was a lot. Sam’s fingers, drilling into his armpits. Bucky’s fingers, vibrating into his ultra-sensitive stomach. And Peter’s fingers, spidering (pun intended) over his soles.

It had him thrashing around in hysterics.

He didn’t know how long it went on for. He lost track of time. He only knew that when Steve finally let him go, his squirming increased tenfold, and his arms shot down to protect his armpits and his stomach. His feet were still webbed, though, so he couldn’t do much about that.

“Had enough, Stark?” Bucky asked with a mischievous smirk.

Tony cried out as Bucky drilled into his navel. He basically screamed and nodded rapidly, still cackling. “YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!”

“Aw, tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Sam teased, moving down to his ribs. This ruthless combination of tickling made Tony go into silent laughter, especially when Peter scratched right under his toes. Steve even joined in the fun by rapidly squeezing Tony’s knees.

After a little while, all the tickling stopped. Tony was practically gasping for air. He was still giggling, and his face was red from both embarrassment and laughing. He curled up into a ball instinctively.

“So, are you sorry for pranking us?” Peter asked with a grin as he unwebbed Tony’s feet.

Tony nodded rapidly. “Yehehehehehes! Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” He wasn’t sorry at all, but they didn’t need to know that.

Peter grinned. “Good. Cause if you do it again, this whole thing will be ten times worse.” Steve, Bucky, and Sam all nodded in agreement.

Tony grinned and got up, sitting down on the couch. “I don’t doubt it.”

He was in for it. They still hadn’t found half the pranks around the tower.

And for the rest of the day, Tony’s loud laughter could be heard throughout said tower.

It was a fun day for all of them.

[amazingmsme]

Be Quiet or Suffer the Consequences

AN: A little late, but here’s Clint’s fic for Avengers week!

The Avengers were spread around the living room for one of their regular movie nights. Everyone was tired after a long week and the leisurely bonding time was exactly what they needed. The holidays were fast approaching, and they were all eager to get in the festive mood. So they all settled into their unspoken designated spots, snuggling underneath warm fuzzy blankets and cradling steaming cups of hot chocolate in their hands. Large bowls of popcorn sat among the separate groups so that no one would have to move in order to get their snack.

Tony was leaning up against Steve's side, using his pecs as a pillow. Natasha, Thor and Bruce shared the other couch, all looking fairly toasty. Nat's head was laying in Thor's lap and his arm was wrapped securely around the scientist. Bruce brought his mug up for another sip of his cocoa only to fog up his glasses. Thor giggles and used his thumb as windshield wipers so the other man could see. Clint was currently in the middle of forming his nest. He would start out with a reasonable number of pillows and blankets, but as whatever movie they were watching progressed, he always found a way to snatch their own blankets and pillows away from them. This time was no different, only he hadn't shut up through the whole movie.

"They should've just called this Tom Hanks CGI Christmas, 'cause that's what it is," he quipped. Natasha immediately shushed him. 

"What it's the truth! I'm not saying it's bad, it's just funny that he plays everyone," he justified himself. It was Tony's turn to tell him to be quiet. He let out a small harrumph and crossed his arms, wrapping himself in the soft comforters. He had a blanket tied around his neck like a cape and pulled it tighter around his body as he began to quietly watch the movie.

The silent didn't last long however as he saw what scene was coming up.

"OH SHIT IT'S TIME! IT'S FUCKING TIME ARE YOU GUYS READY?!" He leapt up with a scream, and everyone else instantly yelled back at him to shut up. Alas, they were too late. The waiters on screen were already wheeling out the refreshment carts and the tempo of the music was picking up. Clint had seen this movie more times than he could count, so of course he memorized the song. Not only did he know the song by heart, he also knew the fast paced choreography that matched. Okay, there was a lot more acrobatics in the routine than he remembered, so he mostly flailed his limbs in front of the screen.

"I can't see! Steve do something," Tony whined. He craned his neck to try and see the screen.

"Clint knock it off, we're trying to enjoy the movie," Steve said, adding an authoritative note in his voice to try and get the point across. Clint still wasn't deterred.

"So am I!" He paused, gasping in breaths before he spoke again, "And it looks like I'm enjoying it more," he panted once more. Man, who knew singing and dancing could be so much work? Natasha cupped her hands around her mouth and booed. The others quickly joined in, and a few pillows were tossed his way. He simply laughed and planted himself directly in front of the tv, spreading out his arms to obstruct as much of their view as possible. Steve was finally done with his shit and tackled him to the floor.

The rest of the team cheered now that they could watch the movie. But Steve wasn't as easily satisfied.

"You've been acting like a childish little brat all night," Steve started, and Clint was already beginning to giggle. After all, it wouldn't be the first time that a situation like this arose. Tony, knowing exactly where this was going and what was to come, threw his head back with a groan and paused the movie, knowing they wouldn't be able to hear it over Clint's wild laughter.

"Why'd you do it, huh? I mean, you know what's  gonna happen now, don't you?" he asked and placed his hands on his hips. Clint began to squirm, bubbly giggles already pouring from his mouth. "Do you like being this annoying?" He started walking his fingers up his sides and Clint bit his tongue to conceal his mirth. Still, he nodded at the question. It really was fun being a little shit. Steve's fingers climbed higher up his ribs as he leant in closer. "Did you do it for attention?" His voice had an airiness to it, making the teasing so much worse.

Clint couldn't hold back his anticipatory titters anymore, and his chest bounced up and down as he released the laughter that was trapped inside. He thumped his hand on the carpet as Steve's fingers journeyed higher up his ribs. He shook his head back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Or did you do it 'cause you knew this would happen?" Clint's cheeks blushed and he was about to deny it, but Steve dug his hands underneath his arms. Clint tossed his head back against the carpet, unable to stop his hysterics.

"Nohohoho wait! You dohohon't hahave to do thihihis!" he pleaded. His arms were plastered against his sides, which only trapped Steve's hands.

"I know," Steve shrugged, "But not I really want to." He tugged his hands free making Clint squeal. He hovered them over Clint's stomach, wiggling his fingers in the air to build anticipation. Clint could barely even look as he begged him not to do it. Steve faked him out by acting as though he was about to dive in, only to stop an inch above his belly. Clint's laughter spiked before dissipating into nervous chuckles.

"You're sohoho meannn, why nohot just get it over with?"

Steve tilted his head playfully, "Where would be the fun in that?" He poked all over the sensitive area, slowly at first, building up speed as he continued. Clint was squirming all over the place but never really tried to stop him.

Tony exaggeratedly looked at his wrist despite the fact he wasn't wearing a watch, just to be dramatic. "As much as I enjoy a good tickle torture when it's deserved, I'd much rather finish the movie."

Steve finally relented at his words and helped Clint into a sitting position. "You finally gonna watch the movie in peace?" Clint nodded and breathlessly said, "Yeah... man you're cruel."

Steve chuckled, "I wouldn't be if you weren't so annoying."

"Oh well, it's worth it," Clint decided.

They turned The Polar Express back on and watched the rest of the movie, each piping in with their own witty commentary here and there. And everything was good.

[buckyalpine]

hi love <3 if ur taking requests rn, I was wondering if you could do another secret relationship w bucky. i love love love your two fanfics with that trope.

with this one, could be it be that the reader is the newest (and youngest) avenger, is basically liquid sunshine, everyone on the team adores her, they’re all overprotective (esp nat, steve, and tony), yada yada yada. but they don’t know that she’s been secretly seeing bucky since like the third week she’s started. and with bucky, he’s her first everything, and she just falls so much in love with him (i need the fluff after reading those angsty fics)

thank you, and if you decid not to write this, that’s completely fine! the other thing I ask is just to take care of yourself and have a great day.

18+

You may have guessed my weaknesses by now but secret relationships and getting caught has this unholy choke hold on me and I will never let it go (also I'm so sorry I took forever to get to this, I loved this so much)

Warnings: FLUFFFF a lil bit of angst, implied smut 

"Bye y/n!"

“Be safe darling, call us if you need anything” Nat pressed a quick kiss to your head before boarding the jet. 

“Don’t let Barnes bite” Tony murmured, only half jokingly. If Bucky even thought of laying a finger on you, all hell would break loose, no one touched the team’s precious baby. You were the youngest and newest avenger to join the team and every single person was extremely protective over you, Tony, Steve and Nat especially. You were sunshine in a bottle and they made sure they took care of you at all times. 

That meant they’d whisk you away before missions got too risky. They’d fiercely fight anyone that tired to hurt you. That also meant  no one would ever get to break your heart because they’d screen any potential date you had. What they didn’t know was you had been dating Bucky from the third week you joined, which had been well over a year ago. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall for the super solider, especially when he roamed around the compound at night and you were a complete night owl. Passing smiles became late night walks. Late night rides on his motor bike. Late night hugs. Cuddles. Kisses. Moans and messes between the sheets...

You couldn’t actually tell anyone about the relationship. The team would have had Bucky’s head served on a platter for going anywhere near you. It pained you because you loved Bucky and while the team was protective over you, you were more protective over him. 

“It’ll be fine, you be careful though, okay?” Steve gave you a quick hug before following behind Nat, the team waving at you while you stood at the compound entrance. You waved back, watching the jet take off, your eyes growing wide when you felt someone behind you. 

“Hey baby” 

You yelped, feeling a thick pair of arms wrap around you, his beard tickling your skin as he buried his face into your neck “Do they know I bite you and kiss you and taste you and fuc-

“Oh my god James” You giggled, squealing when Bucky lifted you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. “You couldn’t even wait 5 minutes for them to leave?” 

“Nope” He smirked, happily carrying you over to his room, dropping you onto his bed before flopping on top of you. “Couldn’t waste another second to get you all to myself. Now I can bite my girl as much as I want wherever I want” You giggled feeling Bucky’s fingers tickle your waist while he playfully nipped your skin, holding you in place “And no one can do anything about it” He said triumphantly. 

“You little perv” You narrowed your eyes at him, all clothes thrown off within seconds. 

“Only a little perv for you doll” 

“We can’t do anything Bucky, your still healing from the last mission” You rolled your eyes while he huffed dramatically, burying his face into your chest, hitching his leg over you. 

“Fine. Naked cuddles?” 

***** 

“C’mon, let’s go, time for drinks” 

The team had landed back from their mission with plans in place to go to the bar after reports were done. Tony was the first to head down, followed by the rest. You and Bucky sat on opposite ends of the couch without making eye contact, waiting for everyone to join before heading out. 

Moments earlier in Bucky’s room

“And where do you think you’re going looking like that baby” Bucky caught your arm as you passed his room, quickly pulling you inside. 

“Bucky, they’ll see us” You whispered warningly, your mind turning to mush as he pressed his body against yours, nipping your jawline. 

“Can’t help it, I won’t get to kiss you all night” Bucky pouted, nuzzling into your neck. “I just want a kiss” 

You giggle, cupping his face and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. You tried to pull away but Bucky chased your lips, claiming you again. 

“Bubba, you said one kiss” 

“Just one more”

“Noo, that was too short, one more?”

*intense puppy eyes* 

“Please?” 

10 kisses later  

“Looks like that’s all of us, FRIDAY, tell Happy to pull the cars around” The team piled into a few cars; no one had the intention of driving when they all fully intended on drinking their body weight in alcohol. 

The night was going smoothly. You sat in the booth with Nat and Wanda while the guys headed off to the bar to grab a few more drinks. You had a light buzz, doing your best to keep the goofy grin that kept trying to sneak on your face each time you turned back to see your beautiful boyfriend. All black outfit. His dark grey arm. The gold accents. His chestnut hair. Stubble. His blue eyes. Pink lips. Perfect nose. His eyes twinkled as he glanced over at you, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. A man passed Bucky, pausing in front of him. You could see the light from his face drop. 

“Can’t believe they let people like you out” 

You blinked. Surely you heard wrong. 

“Honestly, who let him in here” 

You didn’t. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, frozen in place while Steve came to his side, placing himself between the two men. 

“Do we have a problem here?”

“I think so, why the hell is the winter solider allowed to be out in public” 

Tony and Sam made their way over but not quick enough. It took you less than three strides, shoving yourself in front of Steve, your hand itching to to grab the knife in your thigh holster. 

“What the fuck did you say to him?” Your voice came out a growl through gritted teeth, daring the man to continue. He was only slightly taller than you, but that didn’t phase you, you had taken on worse. 

“You heard me. What the fuck you gonna do about it princess” The man sneered, while Tony and Sam tried to intervene, but you weren’t having it. You grabbed the man by the throat, easily slamming his face against the wooden table of the bar, pressing his face onto the hard counter. You smirked that the tooth that had fallen out, your hands squeezing around his neck tighter the more he tried to pull away. 

“You say that about him again” You hissed, holding the man in place while he continued to squirm. You were relentless, no one, absolutely no one spoke about your Bucky that way. “Don’t you fucking dare” 

“Baby, let him go” Bucky called for you softly, his hands gently gripping your shoulders. You could feel the warmth of his hands melting onto your skin, reluctantly letting go of the man while he dropped to the floor, wheezing. Bucky carefully pulled you away towards him, his heart beating out of his chest because he had some how fallen even more in love with you. 

“Are you okay bubba?” You cupped his face, while he gazed down at you with heart eyes, leaning into your touch. 

“Why wouldn’t I be, I have my own little body guard looking out for me” Bucky whispered before pulling you in for a kiss, completely forgetting (although honestly not caring) that everyone was staring at you both. Steve had the man thrown out, joining the rest in the staring immediately after. 

The team blinked wide eyed, everyone frozen in place. So many questions. First at their little sun shines out burst. You hardly swore let alone raised your voice. You’d once apologized for punching someone too hard. Now you were breaking teeth? 

Why the fuck did you call Bucky bubba? He’s a 6′5 trained assassin. You hadn’t dated anyone since you arrived. Bucky and you never even spoke. Why was he looking at you like that. Now he called you baby? 

“What the hell...” 

You broke out of your trance with Bucky to see Steve, Nat and Tony staring you while Sam and Clint smirked. Tony was the first to speak up, motioning between you and Bucky. 

“You want to explain this?” 

“I love him and he’s mine” You stated matter of factly, wrapping your arms around Bucky protectively. “All mine” 

Bucky couldn’t help but melt into your embrace, his arms hugging you tightly to him. He’d never had anyone love him so fiercely; other than Steve, no one had ever thought to protect him. He’d spent years protecting himself and then you came along. This little drop of sunshine that turned into fire when someone tried to hurt him. 

“All yours huh?” Tony mused while you nodded, your face buried in Bucky’s chest. “Well he’s not special, he has to pass the screening if he wants to date you”

Steve snorted while Bucky looked at the team with wide eyes, their faces all dead serious. 

“What, who said you get to date our baby without permission. Question 1 Barnes, what are your intentions with our y/n?” 

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How about two different versions of Dr. Strange, taking care of reader? Or fighting about her 👉🏻👈🏻

Kinktober Day 7: Poly relationship, praise kink, slight female dominance, slight male dominance, thresome with Defender and Doctor Strange

+18 Smut MDNI

Word Count: 3,3k

A/N: This fic is based in this headcanon dinamics. I was very tired when I finished editing this one so probably will be mistakes but I will fix them tomorrow.

You fell asleep on the couch watching TV waiting for your men to come home. It was rare for you to stay home alone because usually they took turns doing their activities, but this time Defender and Supreme had to help Wong at the Kamar Taj and Stephen was on a mission with the Avengers.

You woke up with a shaking hand caressing your face "Wake up sweetheart let me take you to bed" You opened your eyes and Stephen smiled at you. You frowned noticing some bruises and cuts on his face "Are you ok?"

He nodded reassuringly and you heard the sound of boots on the floor "If you want to clean up, I'll take care of her Doctor, I'll take her to bed"

Stephen kissed your cheek "I'm going to take a shower, Defender is going to take you to bed."

You stretched and held his hand "Kiss me properly" He grinned and kissed your lips softly but you wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. He hummed on your lips and then stepped away.

Defender came over to sit next to you on the couch and took your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it lightly. "How was your day, baby?" You lazily ran your hand over your eyes "It was fine, normal. I finished work early and spent the rest of the day at home missing you" You pouted "I'm not used to be without my Stephens"

He smirked touching your face "I hate being away from you baby." He kissed your forehead tenderly and only then kissed your lips, his kiss more intense than you'd expected. It was you who broke the kiss to breathe, but he kept your hand in his.

You looked around "Where's Supreme?"

 "He stayed at Kamar Taj to help Wong, but will be here tomorrow"

You nodded sitting up "Can we go to bed?" He agreed, getting up and opening a portal to Stephen's room.

You crawled into bed and he kissed your forehead "Good night" You held his hand tight "Stay"

He looked around pondering, Stephen had turned off the shower now. "It's his night to sleep with you." He replied, but you knew very well that he wanted to stay.

You smiled pulling his hand to your lips and kissing it "But I want you both tonight."

Stephen came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist "You can stay Defender if that's what she wants" He replied grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms and putting them on quickly.

Defender nodded smiling at you "I'll take a shower too, I'll be back in a few minutes okay?" You nodded in agreement and he left.

Stephen lay beside you on the bed and you opened your arms to wrap him in a tight hug "I missed you."

Stephen had been away for almost an entire week and you hated when he went on long missions like that, not to mention you always worried about him.

He kissed your lips and then your cheek and then buried his face in the crook of your neck biting you teasingly. You giggled when his goatee tickled your skin.

"Defender told me they needed to spend the day at Kamar Taj, were you alone here all day?" You shook your head "I went to work, but I arrived early. I took the opportunity to go grocery shopping."

He cupped your chin and kissed you passionately "I'm sure we can make it up to you"

He ran his hand down your body caressing between your legs over the pajama shorts you were wearing and you felt a shiver run through your body as he moved his lips down your chin rubbing his goatee purposefully on your neck and biting your throat sucking the skin and leaving a purple mark.

A soft moan escaped your lips and you cupped his face pulling it to your lips kissing him with some desperation. He moaned into your lips as you reached between you and touched his bulge. "Hmm this hard already, doctor?" You teased putting your hand inside his pants and holding his cock stroking slowly.

"Hmm you have no idea how I missed you sweetheart" He confessed

You smirked "And what did you do when you missed me?"

He rolled over on the bed pulling you on top of him, you stroke his cock faster "Tell me you jerked off thinking of me" He pulled you to his lips and bit your bottom lip "You are so dirty sometimes, did you know that?" You smirked gladly jerking him faster "Yeah I know but you didn't answer my question"

He sighed, twitching at the pleasure you gave him, "Yes I did, several times." You smiled proudly "And did you imagine it was my hands stroking you like this?" He shook his head closing his eyes and leaning his head back "Your mouth sweetheart, I thought of your mouth around my cock"

You hummed and went down to his hips and licked the tip which made him moan loudly and twitch "Like that?" You asked.

He hummed no "You would take it whole in your mouth"

You spit on it, spreading the saliva to make it easier to take him and then put it deep in your mouth, the tip hitting your throat for just a second before you take it out of your mouth with a popping noise. "Fuck sweetheart just like that. You have such a delicious mouth"

You jerked him faster "I want you to cum in my mouth Stephen. Can you do this for me?" He nodded obediently, blue eyes fixed on you "Yes, I can"

You increased the speed of your hand and began to bob your head at the tip of it each time taking it deeper into your mouth until it was at your throat. "Fuck, feels so good, look at you sweetheart sucking my cock like fucking slut. Oh I love this, makes me so horny for you, I wanna cum so hard in your mouth"

You loved how dirty Stephen was, his dirty talk making you feel so horny for him. You moaned louder placing both hands on his thighs to keep your balance as he brought his hand to your head, grabbing your hair and started to thrust upwards. "Such a delicious mouth, you're taking me so good in your mouth sweetheart, I cant hold back any longer, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill your mouth with my cum"

You hummed letting him take control, his thrusts getting rougher and more irregular at the same time, the sound of his cock moving in and out of your throat was so arousing, your panties were totally wet.

He moaned louder thrusting once more and then started to come in your throat, so much cum you choke on it. "Fuck, fuck…" He relaxed on the bed, letting go of your hair and caressing your face. You smiled at him, running your finger around the corner of your mouth to wipe away a trickle of cum. "You spoil me sweetheart"

You crawled on top of him and kissed his lips "My man deserves to be spoiled, you are so brave, saving the world and protecting our reality." You kept giving him several pecks on the lips and then there was a discreet knock on the door. Stephen put his cock back in his pants and you sat on the bed "Come in"

Defender entered the room and closed the door behind him, he was wearing only a pair of thin sweatpants and his hair was loose and falling over his shoulders. He approached the bed and touched your face kissing you softly and then deepening the kiss.

"Come here" You asked on his lips and he sat beside you on the bed letting you put your legs over his hips sitting on his lap, you caressed his hair putting a strand behind his ear "I was showing Stephen how much I like to spoil my men" You swayed your hips feeling his bulge hardening. He wrapped both hands around your waist.

"And how exactly do you intend to spoil me, baby?" You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him lightly making him lean his head and reveal his neck to you, you sucked his neck lightly leaving a discreet mark there. He forced your waist back and forth rubbing you in his shaft to get some friction. You hummed by turning your lips to his and sucking his tongue, biting his bottom lip lightly.

"I'm going to suck your cock and make you come in my mouth just like Stephen did..." You gave him light kisses on the lips "...And then you two will take turns to fuck me and make me come so hard..."

He interrupted you kissing you passionately, his cock already rock hard with just your words. He tugged at your pajama top and you raised your arms obediently for him to take it off, you're not wearing a bra so he buried his face between your breasts kissing, licking and sucking one nipple and then another. You pulled his hair again so he would look at you "I said I'm going to suck your cock first." He nodded obediently and you got off his lap sitting on the bed  "Come here baby let me take care of you"

Defender positioned himself on the bed leaning on the pile of pillows and you pulled on his pants as he lifted his hips for you to take them off, he wasn't wearing his underwear and his cock hung heavy, hard and proud over his abs. You took it in your hand and licked it from base to tip teasing him and making a point of casting a sly look at Stephen who was watching with interest, his bulge apparent again under his pants.

You put Defender's cock all the way in your mouth and began to bob your head in his length. He groaned loudly reaching up to your hair and pulling it out of your face to get a good view of you going down on him, he kept his hand there holding your  hair in a makeshift ponytail but didn't force your head down didn't even thrusted up, Defender liked to be sucked at your pace, he loved to let you take control.

"Fuck baby, my cock is so hard can you feel it pulsing inside your mouth?" You hummed and he groaned enjoying the vibration that coursed through his entire length. You took it out of your mouth and gave it a couple of jerks keeping eye contact with him "You wanna cum for me? hum, fill my mouth with cum just like Stephen did?"

He threw his head back as you swallowed him whole without waiting for him to reply, "Oh fuck yes baby, I'm gonna fill your mouth just the way you love it."

You started stroking his balls lightly, Defender was super sensitive there, meanwhile you put him whole in your mouth until the tip hit the back of his throat and then took it out and then did it again and again.

His thighs twitched and his grip on your hair tightened, "Baby I'm gonna cum, tell me I can cum" You hummed yes and he moaned louder, his cum running hot down your throat.

You took it out of your mouth and he caressed your proud face "Baby you did it so perfectly, come here, kiss me, let me taste it in your tongue."

You smiled satisfied and crawled on top of him kissing him passionately and then rolled onto your side lying between the two of them. Stephen pulled you to his lips kissing you softly, Defender claimed your lips and you stood there taking turns between their lips, being touched by four pairs of hands that caressed your breasts, your belly, between your legs.

A discreet moan escaped your lips as Defender mouthed one of your nipples "I'll never get used to this, it's too good" Stephen trailed his lips down your  neck, sucking and licking and biting making your skin crawl "Enjoy it sweetheart, we'll take good care of you now"

You hummed with satisfaction when Stephen took off your shorts and panties leaving you completely naked. He positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs outrageously and without waiting a second longer he dived between them licking all over your slit, going down to your entrance, sucking there collecting all your juices and then sticking a finger inside you " You are so wet sweetheart, your pussy taste so good"

You couldn't answer because Defender claimed your lips while playing with one of your nipples between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth.

"Does it feels good?" You bit your lower lip and shook your head, he kept one hand on your head, caressing your hair affectionately, delighting in your expressions, in the sweet noises you made while Stephen fucked you with one finger and sucked your clit with such dexterity .

"Oh my god it feels so good" You wrapped your arms around Defender's neck pulling him to your lips as your pleasure increased and Stephen continued eating you and you moved your hips against his mouth shamelessly enjoying the delicious friction his goatee provided you rubbing on your clit.

Stephen knew very well that if he continued you would come in his mouth, you held his head with your thighs making him chuckle. He used his hands to spread your legs and with one last lick of your clit he pulled away "Do you wanna taste her Defender?"

Defender kissed your lips softly, positioned himself between your legs and without wasting time began to eat you with such passion, his full beard rubbing your pussy so deliciously.

Stephen lay on your side pulling you to his lips and then moving his lips down to your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, sucking the skin hard, marking you. You reached up to Defender's hair holding it in a ponytail and pulling it as your pleasure grew stronger "Baby, you're gonna make me cum, oh god I cant hold back, I wanna cum"

Defender hummed, both of his hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Stephen cupped your face making you look him straight in the eye "Let go, sweetheart, dont hold back, I wanna see you cum, cum in his mouth and tell me how good it feels to have we both giving you pleasure"

"It feels good, Stephen, it feels so good"

Your orgasm came violently enveloping you and making your entire body shudder compulsively "Oh my god Stephen, Stephen, baby..."

Stephen kissed you while Defender continued sucking your clit prolonging your orgasm to the max.

Defender got up and took off his pants and went back to bed lying on top of you claiming your lips kissing you and making you taste you on his tongue. Wasting no time he took a hand between you and positioned his cock at your entrance penetrating you slowly, you wrapped your legs around his hips moaning loudly as he fucked you first slowly and then faster and faster until he reached an intense pace

"Oh fuck baby, your cunt is so tight, it feels so good"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers searching through his hair pulling hard as he fucked you so good.

Stephen got up undressing and went back to bed waiting for his turn to fuck you. Watching you get fucked by another version of him never failed to impress him and it was a strong turn on for him, without holding back he grabbed his cock and started jerking himself to get some relief.

"Baby.." Defender paused for a second touching your face and kissing you affectionately "Ride me, please."

You grinned at him and he quickly positioned himself sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard, you swung your legs over his hips and began to bounce into his cock, both of you moaning loudly with pleasure.

Defender knew he wouldn't last much longer with you riding him like that, but he didn't care, he wanted his release, he needed it "Baby I'm gonna cum, pull my hair"

You did as he asked by kissing him ardently. You pulled it again and again, harder and harder than the last.

He grabbed your hips forcing you down and you bounced harder on top of him "Tell me to cum, baby, I need you to tell me what to do"

You kissed his lips and bit his earlobe and whispered in his ear just for him to hear "Be a good baby and cum for me, Stephen" He moaned loudly and you felt his cum spurting inside of you painting your walls white.

"Oh fuck baby, you feel so good."

You kissed his lips before dismounting, his cum running down your thighs. You threw yourself on your back on the bed and Stephen didn't even wait a second before putting his cock in your mouth making you swallow it whole.

Defender got up to clean himself and came back to the bedroom cleaning you gently while you sucked Stephen. He got rid of the dirty cloth and went back to bed lying down, decided to enjoy the show.

Stephen slammed into your mouth hard making you gag and tears welling up in your eyes, but you loved it. You loved how the two of them could be so different in bed even though they were the same person. "Fuck sweetheart..." He took his cock out of your mouth and held your chin and kissed you. "One more minute in that delicious mouth of yours and I'm going to come again."

You smile proudly "I won't complain"

He chuckled "I know, I know how much you like it when I come down your throat. You are such a dirty whore hungry for my cock"

You bit your bottom lip. You loved it when Stephen spoke to you like that, it made you impossibly horny. "Stephen, fuck me"

He kissed you one more time "Get on your hands and knees for me sweetheart"

Stephen got up standing beside the bed and pulled you to the edge of the bed, he positioned his cock at your entrance and thrusted at once entering you with a loud groan.

He kept one hand on your waist and the other firm in your hair pulling you against his thrusts, fucking you so roughly the bed started to creak.

"Oh my god Stephen, it feels good, it feels so good"

"Yeah? You love to be fucked hard like this, isn't it?" He pulled your hair hard and slapped your ass making you moan loudly

"Yes"

He slapped you again "I didn't hear you sweetheart"

"Yes" You said it louder.

Stephen grabbed your waist with both hands and started to fuck you even faster

"Fuck, Stephen, you're gonna make me cum"

"That’s right, cum for me, cum on my cock"

You were gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles were white, your eyes closed, jaw tight. You didn't notice Defender approaching, surprising you with a passionate kiss and that was enough to make you come hard, moaning loudly into his lips.

Stephen thrusted inside you a few more times and then gave a loud groan "Oh fuck, fuck…fuck sweetheart" He pushed his cum inside you with such force and then stopped, his cock buried inside you.

Defender caressed your face and placed another peck on your  lips. "You made me so proud, baby, taking his cock so well."

Stephen pulled away, his cum running down your thighs.

"Don't move sweetheart, I'm going to clean you first" You nodded and he conjured a towel and cleaned you and then himself.

You threw yourself on the bed and he lay beside you touching your face and kissing you softly "I love you sweetheart"

You cupped his face "I love you too Stephen" You caressed Defender's face who yearned to be touched by you "I love you both so much. I feel blessed for having you guys, the three of you, my Stephens"

Defender kissed your lips affectionately. "And I love you baby, more than anything"

You fell asleep curled up against Defender's chest, a lock of his hair in your fingers and Stephen wrapped around your waist from behind being the big spoon as usual.

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[missmonsters2]

To Have A Home

(not my gif)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Months and months of radio silence from Natasha. You think you've broken her heart. But sometimes, people just need time to make their way back. After all, Natasha should know she has a home with you.

Warnings: f u c k i n g s o f t. Could pertain BW movie spoilers. Also unbeta'd.

Note: Well I miss this woman so much I think I cry myself to sleep every night so there's that. Let the soft angst and hurt/comfort fics begin 😌

Prompt: "If you don't know where to go, you can always come here."

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The Avengers have split up. Anyone who's a fugitive is laying low on their own terms.

You never thought the Accords could do this to a group of people who've risked their lives over and over to save earth from total decimation. On the one hand, you understood where Tony came from, but you had understood Steve as well.

It'd probably be hard to worry about property destruction and country lines if there was no earth at all.

Either way, you had managed to remain neutral in the split—purposely. And you did that so you could help others behind the scene, off-the-radar.

You had properties located throughout America and a few internationally. You had been fortunate to inherit a lot of places from your grandfather. Along with Ross, Tony and his team had tried to raid a couple of your places in America or stake them out to see if they could catch anyone.

But you have a good lawyer, and there wasn't any good enough reason to approve a warrant against your places. You hadn't been impressed with Tony, and the way he avoided your eyes told him that hadn't been what he wanted to do either but had no choice.

In the end, you were semi-retired as a hero, left to your own devices. You're pretty sure Wanda and Vision are living in one of your properties in Europe. You hear from them maybe every two weeks to a month when Wanda travels outside the city to mail you letters.

You hear from Steve often. He has your number memorized every time he gets a new burner phone. He's always on the move, going from hotel-to-hotel, or safehouse to safehouse. There's the odd time he'll get to stay in one of your properties. You no longer really worry when you get the notifications that someone has broken into one of your places. You just turn off the alarm when you do because it's always Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

The only person you haven't heard from is Natasha.

Radio silence from the person you want to hear from the most. If that doesn't make your heart feel like it's in a never-ending fall, you don't know what does.

You wonder if it's your fault because you had refused to run with her when the time came to split. Deep down, you're sure you both knew what you had chosen was better for the team as a whole.

But you often wonder if that choice had made Natasha feel alone. Had Natasha felt you abandoned her?

You swallow thickly as you lie in your bed. You wished Steve had more time to chat with you on the phone, but he only had a couple of minutes because they needed to get on the move again.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before exhaling. You resolved to get some sleep.

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The edge of consciousness tickles your brain, moving to your eyelids. You let out a dry hum, wondering if you can stave off the need for water to fall back asleep.

But when your throat is so dry, you feel like you might choke when you breathe. You let out a soft sigh as you begin to open your eyes.

Your breath hitches immediately. Waves of red tresses come into view.

Natasha Romanoff was in your bed, asleep.

It has been months since you've seen her. Her hair has grown out, and she looks...tired.

A part of you feels like you might be dreaming. Maybe all that pent up yearning has you hallucinating.

You don't move; a part of you is scared that if you did, she'd disappear. You try to just stare at her peacefully, taking in her features slowly. The back of your eyes starts to burn along with your throat.

You're not sure why.

Suddenly, Natasha opens her eyes.

Those viridian eyes have always enraptured you. Natasha is a complex person, as are most people, but she's the master of manipulation. She has the art of deceit down to a perfect point.

Natasha is an open person, but only because she wants you to see what she feels. Steve had tried to explain it once when he was on the run on Natasha. He said that while he knew her and trusted her, he would never fully know her. He would take a bullet for her, but Clint may be the only person who knows Natasha.

But as she lies there staring at you, and you can see every speck of colours in her eyes, you think you might've just seen her soul.

Natasha was lying in your bed after months of radio silence, baring her soul to you.

And the only thing you would ever do is accept it.

You rush forward, pressing your lips against hers. Her lips are still a little cool, an indication she might've slipped in pretty recently.

Natasha lets out a choked whimper at your touch. Kisses...had never happened before. Natasha wasn't sure what had really held her back from wanting you. Maybe because you're too good for her.

Sometimes it scares Natasha to want things so badly. She can't quite explain it. She knows she's allowed to want things, allowed to have good things.

But when it comes to you, everything is always too much. Too much wanting and wanting everything.

Natasha pulls you closer until she can feel the heat of your body against hers—until she can feel the soft skin of your exposed hip.

"'m sorry," Natasha mumbles continuously between kisses because now that she's had them, she wants it all. See? It's always too much with you. "m sorry."

You feel lightheaded every time Natasha's lips press against yours. Each kiss gets more intimate, and you can start to taste the toothpaste on her tongue.

All you can think about is that she's real. Natasha is really here. She's here, and you're kissing her.

She's kissing back.

"Why are you sorry?" You mumble when you pull back to breathe.

It's still dark out, the moonlight illuminating your room. You stroke Natasha's cheek for just a second, watching the redhead's eyes flutter before you sit up and turn over to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.

Natasha sits up with you, suddenly feeling exposed as the blanket falls off her body.

"Why shouldn't I be sorry?" Natasha asks quietly as she watches you take a sip of water, momentarily jealous of your glass. "I...ghosted you. For months."

You put the glass back down, feeling better now that your throat isn't so dry. The water helps you wake up a little too. You turn back to Natasha and let your eyes relax.

Natasha looks so soft with a braid still in her hair.

"We all have our own ways to deal with the fallout," you tell her softly. "It must've been hard for you. Steve has Bucky and Sam, Wanda has Vision, and Clint has his family. You should've had me but I chose to stay here."

Natasha swallows hard because she did understand your choice. She really did. The choice had saved her ass a couple of times when she needed a hideout.

But there was a certain truth to your words. She was alone, and as much as Natasha has tried to say she's better off alone, she wants her family. Natasha wants you.

Which was why went shit hit the fan, the only place—the only place she could think of returning to was you.

"I'm sorry," Natasha is only a little horrified when she feels the familiar burn in the back of her eyes and the tears that welled up. "I haven't reached out to you at all and then I just showed up here."

Natasha could say that she didn't know where else to go, but that would be a lie. She's a resourceful person, so she always has somewhere to go. But she wanted to be where you were.

You lean closer, letting your fingers caress her collarbone before they move up to cup the back of her neck as you pull her in for a chaste kiss.

"Not that this is ever an issue for you, but if you don't know where to go, you can always come here," you mumble against her lips. "Even if you had a million other places to go, you can always come here."

Natasha does say anything, merely pressing forward for another sweet kiss. This was going to make her greedy. Being greedy made it hard to be a hero because the hero should always be ready to make sacrifices.

Natasha bargains that maybe she'll let herself live and die for one person.

"How'd you get in here, anyway?" You ask. "My home has security features that rival Stark’s."

Giving you an endearing smile, Natasha presses another kiss to your lips. "Oh, honey..."

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The next morning, you stretch in bed, noting that you were alone again.

A part of you had felt a jolt that maybe Natasha was gone again. You had been prepared for that possibility.

But when you hear some clanking in your kitchen, you smile. You put on a shirt and some shorts before you walk out.

Natasha is fumbling around, cooking eggs and pancakes, it seems. She's diligently watching the food, and you think the entire thing is so...strange. And endearing.

There was a fugitive in your kitchen. A fugitive who was a highly trained assassin, and she was cooking breakfast for you.

"Wait until all the bubbles have popped and there are holes..." Natasha mumbles to herself, and you press your hand to your mouth, trying to not laugh.

"I see the time alone has made you a better cook," you comment, and Natasha turns without surprise.

She's pouting at you before she turns back to her task. "Don't distract me."

You lightly chuckle as you walk over to join her, grabbing an extra spatula. "Since you're doing such an amazing job on the pancakes, I'll watch the eggs. Where's the bacon?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Too hard."

You bite your lip to stop any laughter from coming out as you go to the fridge to get out the bacon.

The morning passes by peacefully, a rarity to have as you sit with Natasha on your couch, mindlessly playing something in the background.

"I have to leave again soon," Natasha tells you quietly.

You feel a sting hit the back of your throat.

Natasha reaches under your couch into the safe spot you have built under there. She pulls out a bundle of vials with some sort of red liquid or powder in them.

"I was attacked last night," Natasha confesses, and you feel your breath hitch with worry.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" You frowned.

Natasha gives you a wry smile. "I preferred kissing and touching you."

You try to not let your body surrender to the heat of the memories. You clear your throat as you point to the vials.

"So, what is that?" You ask instead.

Natasha shrugs. "I don't know. It was sent to me."

"By who?"

Natasha doesn't answer at first. She pulls a folded paper out from the middle before unfolding it.

You get a glance at it and realize it's photos from a photobooth. Two little girls, one blonde, one with red hair and blue dye.

Your gaze wanders back to Natasha, who is staring at the photo somewhat listlessly.

Too many emotions to try to decipher.

"My little sister," Natasha finally says quietly as if she could still take the words back if she wanted to.

Of all the things you do know about Natasha, it's that she doesn't have any biological family, or at least doesn't know them.

You stare at the photo and know instantly the one with blue dye must be Natasha. The red underneath was her natural hair colour. The blonde must be the one Natasha is referring to.

"I don't know why she would send me this..." Natasha shook her head with a puff of breath. "Almost got my ass kicked keeping it safe and I don't even know what it is."

You carefully wrap your arm around Natasha, happy that she leans into your touch. "We'll figure it out, Nat."

"We?" Natasha tries to tease, but you could see the hope in her eyes. Hope along with an effort to smother it down.

You wonder how no one knows Natasha.

All you had to do was really look into her eyes. All you had to do was love her, and she would open her eyes to you. But you suppose no one is more obsessed with looking into her eyes more than you.

"You think you can just break into my home, kiss and debauch me before leaving? Take responsibility, Romanoff. You've never shirked away from accountability before," you quirk your eyebrows at her, and Natasha can't help the smile that blooms on her face as she laughs with a shake of her head.

"What about being neutral? About remaining here for the others?" She asks after.

You shrug. "Everyone who was Team Cap is welcomed to enter my properties as long as they're discreet. I can write to Wanda and let her know I'll be off for a while. I think Steve would be happier if I came with you. Being neutral as long as I have has already paid off and served its purpose."

You move your fingers around her to play with the ends of her hair.

"We both did what we had to do, Nat. But don't leave me behind now. I'm alone too."

The words make Natasha burn.

She lets the bundle of vials fall carefully on the couch between them as Natasha lets her lips fall upon yours. She's probably never going to get sick of your lips. She must've kissed it at least a thousand times since last night.

"I know I'm not supposed to but I think I've made a home in you," Natasha admits, and you smile as you nudge her nose with yours.

"That's perfect," you tell her. "No matter if you know or don't know where to go, I can always be with you."

Natasha sucks in her bottom lip, biting it slowly as she smiles.

They should really pack up and go. They might get attacked again here if they don't leave soon.

"Can you tell me her name? Before we meet her?" You ask.

Natasha peers down at the old photo, feeling something she can't explain in her chest as she gazes at it.

"Yelena."

"Yelena," you mutter back as if testing the name. "Pretty name like you. Hopefully she's a better cook, though."

Natasha scoffs and gives you a mock glare.

"The pancakes were delicious," she tries to not pout again.

You nod, kissing Natasha's nose before you get up to grab your ready-to-run bag. "Yes, they were," you agreed. "I was impressed by your initiative to throw in the blueberries."

Natasha doesn't say anything, merely sticking her tongue out at you as you prepare everything for them. Natasha's only job is to find a way to get to Budapest without anyone knowing.

She sneaks a glance at you.

Natasha isn't excited to confront parts of her past, and she doesn't know what meeting up with Yelena will be like. But she has you, and as long as she has you, Natasha knows she has a home no matter what choices she makes and no matter what she's done.

It's more than enough, probably more than she deserves. But she'll hang onto you for as long as you'll let her—until she's forced to let go.

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Laugh it Off

Had a breakdown, started making it, proof-read and redwrote for weeks, bone appetit. This is my 1st tickle fic and my first fic in years so don't be too hard on it.

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: You’re normally insecure, like any person, but today a breakdown got the worst of you, and when Loki finds you in the middle of it, he makes it his personal mission to cheer you up.

☆ Word Count: 4,350

☆ Notes: Fluffy Ler!Loki taking care of the reader. Mutual pining idiots. Loki POV'd. Absolutely getting a part 2 because I have no self-control whatsover.

☆ Warnings: Reader has a breakdown over a breakup, so… yeah. Discussion of insecurities. Like 2 curse words, which for my standards, is a pretty clean writing. Self-indulgent, but I don't care.

Loki was observant, and very perceptive. He could always tell what others were thinking, he could always what upset them and what motivated them. He could tell how someone was feeling from just a little look.

Humans were particularly easy to understand, with the short lives you lived, it was common for humans to have short-term emotions. Although one or two were better at hiding their emotions.

Like you. You were harder to read. You often looked sad. Even when you smiled, in that oh so gently way you did, your eyes reflected a huge sadness too overwhelming to hide, just like his. But the confusing part was that your smile didn’t seem dishonest. You could hide a lot of sadness behind a genuine smile.

Perhaps that’s why he felt drawn to you in the first place. At least, one of the reasons.

You had become friends for a while, originally meeting while he wandered around the Avengers Tower, when he saw you distressed with a pile of documents and archives on your hands carrying them through the halls. He intervened when the pile on your arms leaned enough for it to fall to the floor… Or so it would’ve done if Loki hadn’t been there to catch them.

The first thing that called his attention was that, when you saw his face you didn’t run away in fear, gulp, turn pale or anything along the lines. In fact you looked relieved and thanked him using his name (discarding his theory that all this kindness came from ignoring who he was), making a joke about being clumsy and stupid, and him being a hero… Which was a first. You were the new mechanics assistant, a position that Tony made annoyingly clear Ms. Potts had demanded him to get so he’d work less. Later on you confided to Loki that Pepper assigned you the task to mark the lab’s closing hours so Stark wouldn’t overwork himself… Which backfired horribly because you turned out to be just as bad of a workaholic as Tony, resulting you moving to the Tower sooner than later after earning that privilege with a lot of overtime (which made you leave work at unsafe hours).

Since your first encounter you kept running into each other, your calm and warm attitude against him only encouraged him to keep on striking in conversation with him, which evolved into joking around to help you relax and pry your hand from work, that, with time, became friendship, which perhaps was blossoming into something else.

The more time he spent with you, the more curious he grew. When your friendship was starting Loki often wondered about your affinity to staying in the lab, even when Stark wasn’t around, and he’d learn you were rather closed off and very strict to your work and with a high attention to detail, which lead you to spend most of your free time still thinking about work and how to improve. You were a perfectionist to the core. You enjoyed your job but inventing came with great frustrations which upset you greatly until you could figure it out. You were strict and even cruel to yourself when it came to your work, which made you one of the best in your field, but also overwhelmed yourself with self-destructive thoughts. Loki didn’t dare to bring it up and you didn’t either, so he simply wondered in silence if there was something he could do.

Regarding Loki, you couldn’t be more laid-back. He could be snarky and bratty even, imitating the Avengers and calling them annoying, and still he’d have your full attention to draw laughs from you with only little comments referring to him as “a menace”. You seemed comfortable around him to even chat to your own hearts content, joking and chatting cheerfully about your life, your work, and a lot of two-sided teasing. When Loki and you were around each other, it was almost as if all that sadness was gone.

Today was different, the whole day you were quiet, your eyes were sad and gloomy, and you were alone during your lunch break, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But your attempts to smile were forced, and you didn’t laugh or even smile at his snarky jokes, nor shoot him a comeback. Just that fake smile and a “not now, Loki” followed by your batting your eyes to keep the tears from escaping.

Loki would never admit it, but that bothered him immensely he wanted to do everything in his power not to lose you. Even dig deeper to help.

A few hours later after working hours, he went to the lab. Usually you stayed up late with Tony working on a new project, but the billionaire was out for the night on a date with Pepper. Meaning you were alone in the tech lab. As he was reaching the door he heard sniffing and quiet sobbing from inside which made his chest ache and force himself to gather all of his courage to clear his throat and knock on the already open door as a courtesy gesture.

“Ah, L-Loki, come in” you responded after quickly cleaning your face. “Did you need anything?”

The sight of you was heartbreaking: your eyes were puffy, and your nose was red from crying. But there was that smile, fake yet kind.

He hated it.

“I just came to see who had left the lights on, surely Banner would love to have a word with them tomorrow” Loki joked trying to play dumb.

“You know I agree with energy saving, but the Tower is self-sustaining, we waste no light” you smiled weakly. That was a beginning.

“That is no excuse to waste energy” he commented, “I should report you.”

“Yeah, yeah, take it to HR, Lab Assistant working extra hours for no overtime” you laughed lightly through your nose. “I’d love to hear back from that.”

“You’re here because you like to be here, you’ve been asked to leave the lab multipletimes.”

“I also would like to buy a new guitar.”

“Greedy,” he chuckled as he walked to your desk, “What are you working on?”

“Just some blasters for my secret project” you responded.

Ah, right, your secret project. For a few months now you had arrived to the lab early and left late working on a new invention you refused to speak to anyone but Tony about, and the inventor was a lot of things, but a snitch was not one of them, and you had FRIDAY on your side, so asking the AI that ruled over the tower wasn’t an option either.

“I had a bit of trouble incorporating Tony’s repulsors to the design. And I had to call Shuri to get some advice about some concealment tech” you admitted. “I’m not as smart as them so you can imagine how often I’ve hit a wall.”

Loki wanted to object and say you were being unfair to yourself, that you were brilliant regardless and you were more amazing than any genius or hero he had ever met. But you were stubborn when you were on a healthy mindset, so would never listen when you were like this, so he distracted you.

“So, will you finally show me?” he smiled as he leaned towards you.

“Not yet, it’s not ready” you said, “but I’m very close.”

“Good, then surely you can dedicate a few hours to a humble friend, wouldn’t you?” he suggested invitingly.

“Sure, when you find this humble friend you claim I have, I will” you chuckled a bit more energetically.

“You can be sarcastic in the movie room” he replied as he reached to grab your head.

“Loki I appreciate your enthusiasm, but really wanted to be alone tonight…”

“Nonsense darling, you’re going to be the one picking the movie” he said as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the superior floors, where the kitchen and lounge areas were.

As he walked to the elevator he mentally cursed himself for being so pushy, but he had seen you in this state enough times to know that you really needed a distraction, or you’d sink in deeper. And he rather you calling him a jerk than letting you alone when he knew you needed him, and quite frankly, he needed you too and he needed you to be okay. And technically you weren’t arguing or struggling against his grip on your wrist, you simply looked down sadly. At least he could feel relieved he wasn’t making things worse. To his fortune the longue room was deserted when you arrived, meaning you didn’t need to feel watched and hopefully you’d be yourself.

“Choose the movie, pet, you’re in charge tonight” he said.

“Just because I’m a lab-rat doesn’t give you the right to call me pet, based on that I’ll start calling you smurf-sicle” you smiled lightly, but genuinely.

“Real classy.”

“Is a musical okay with you?”

“Are you gonna sing along?” he asked teasingly. “I’d like to know if I need to cover my ears beforehand.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes as you took a seat next to the God. “Please behave tonight, I’ve had a very long day and I don’t desire to put up with your Loki antics.”

“Excuse me, I’m always a delight to be around” he teased as he wrapped his arm around you.

You let out a soft laugh and grabbed the remote to play the movie, you went with a safe choice and picked «Mamma Mia!», movie that Loki may have memorized by now. It was an unspoken tradition between the two of you, whenever you needed a break you’d play a musical and you sang along while playing with Loki’s hair as he heard you carrying the tunes.

This time you were a lot more needy, resting against the God while you mumbled the songs. He simply stretched to wrap his arm around you and pull you close as he rested his back on the cushion against the armrest, only to manage to be comfortable. And he placed a hand on your back, causing you to snuggle closer to him, nuzzling against his chest. Only for comfort.

The rest of the movie you kept close to him, and Loki refused to let you go, especially when a certain song started.

“I can still recall, our last summer… I-I still see it all. W-Wa…”

You finally broke and burst into tears, sobbing, and whimpering against the God’s chest.

It took all in him not to whimper as he felt his heart being squeezed as his chest ached at the sound of your crying. He wanted to make you feel better, but he didn’t know what to say to make it better. He didn’t really know what was bothering you either, although he had a suspicion.

“I miss him, and I hate that I miss him” you sobbed in his arms, confirming his theory.

Ah, him. You had dated in this guy for a couple of years but around the time Loki and you had met things started getting hectic (to put it very nicely), and that dragged on for about a year until he suddenly decided he no longer liked you, and he had already found someone else.

It was the only time he saw you cry. He was roaming around the building one night when he heard sobbing. The Avengers Tower wasn’t exactly the happiest place on earth, but tears weren’t common. But the biggest surprise was that they came from your room. When he finally dared to open the door, he found you sitting on your bed squeezing your pillow and a whole mess. That night he didn’t dare to leave your side as you told him everything.

Since that night you acted like you usually did so it came to a surprise that you cried about him again, but you were just like that night.

Normally Loki would be bothered by really annoyed, but you had been there for him when he needed you, even getting into countless arguments defending him whenever someone questioned his trustworthiness, so the least he could do was do the same.

“It’s alright, darling” he shushed you. “Don’t cry.”

“I hate that I miss him” you sobbed, “I hate that I can’t hate him.”

“It’s not in your nature to hate” he whispered gently, skipping the part that it was one of the things he liked about you. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here with you.”

“I just want to forget, stop thinking about it” you whispered. “What if I never find love again…? And I just get replaced guy after guy?”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he remained silent, not knowing what to do or say. Luckily you tightened the hug burying your face against his chest in search for his protection, which he provided him to correspond the gesture of pulling you closer. He wanted to comfort so he placed his chin on top of your head and began tracing shapes on your back with his fingertips.

It was all supposed to be innocent: he had shifted to be more comfortable to take care of you, sooth your trouble mind with soft touches.

He did not expect to make you jump.

He must have touched a sore spot or a bruise. Since, despite not being a fighter, you always went to the gym to work out. Originally just to balance out the sedentarism of the lab life, but despite not speaking about it, you always pushed yourself to lift more weight or do as much cardio as you could. Always too hard on yourself.

“I’m sorry” he apologized as he moved away from the spot. “Should I stop?”

“N-No. It’s alright” you whispered squirming a little, leaving your head resting on his shoulder and your neck hidden against the side of his neck.

The fact that you only shifted to make yourself more comfortable relaxed him. He continued tracing shapes on the back of your shirt, tracing with drawings old stories he liked as a child or stuff that was important to him: a helmet with horns, the spear of a king, the hammer of a god, and the runes taught to him by a witch and a queen.

But a soft stream of giggles and hitched breath against his neck distracted him.

“What’s so funny?” he smiled tilting his head to face you.

“Nothing” you mumbled hiding by burying against his neck, “It’s just that you’re tickling me.”

“Oh,” he smirked “am I?”

“Oho- oh no! Loki, no! Don’t get any ideas” you smiled nervously.

“Come on” he teased you, “is just a little bit of fun. You’re constantly asking me loosen up.”

“Not at my expense” you retorted.

Normally, at least (and only) when it came to you, Loki was very complacent. He was a prankster by nature, so he was often causing trouble. He could pull pranks on everyone on the Tower from very innocent stuff to things like sabotaging Tony’s boot repulsors to send him jumping and bouncing around his lab like a cartoon. But you? You were treated like a delicate flower, he touched you gently and treated you with utmost respect and care. But today, he felt particularly mischievous.

“And what do you think you could do to stop me?” he teased you with a pinch on the back of your ribs.

You just squeaked his name and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Mmm, not sure that’s quite gonna help you, love” he smiled as he wiggled his fingers on your unprotected ribs.

“Hehehey, Loki!” you giggled.

Your breath against his neck elicited a few giggles from him as well, but they weren’t too unbearable, so he simply worked his way up to under your arms. Your giggles grew in volume as your squirming went more frantic as he explored your ribs and sides up and down, occasionally sneaking below your arms or pinching your hips.

“Ahahehehe, Loki!” you giggled.

“Yes, is there a problem?” he asked innocently, as he stilled his fingers.

“It tickles, you asshole” you frowned, yet the smile you were unable to suppress took all the seriousness from your statement.

“That would be the point” he teased you as he squeezed your hips.

“EEEK! Yohohu’re so meheeheeheehean” you squealed as you curled up in a ball.

“Not sure I can take your seriously when you're making such adorable sounds, love” he purred more honesty behind his words than what he made seem.

“I'm nohohohohot CUTEEEEEE!” you giggled as he quickly ran his fingers from the back of your neck all the way down your spine. “Shihihihit!”

He felt slightly upset when your arms left his neck to travel through his chest as you tried to shield your sides some more, but the sound of your nervous giggling was consolation enough.

“Ack! Yohou jeherek! Not thehehehere!”

He had reached under your arms enough to scratch the soft underside of skin, making you squeak and nuzzle his neck to try and distract yourself from the maddening sensation. He couldn’t hold back a laugh himself as he decided to maybe be merciful. Or something like that.

“Not there? Fine, what about here?” he asked going back to give little scratches and pokes, “What about this? Is this better?”

“Yehehes” you responded honestly.

“Oh, such honesty. Are you just that tired or could it be that you are genuinely enjoying yourself?”

“Ahahahehe! Bohohoth” you admitted between laughs.

Now that was one way to make Loki stop dead in his tracks. Despite your months of friendship he was still disarmed whenever your were so shamelessly comfortable in his company.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

You were still a bit giggly when you straightened up, completely unphased by the fact that you were sitting between his thighs.

“Yeah… hehe, why wouldn’t I be?” you asked with a smile. “You’re the closest friend I‘ve got.”

“I just tickled you senseless, doesn’t that bother you?”

“It’s a bit unorthodox but I really needed the laugh. And we both know that this is your least annoying prank” you smiled as you straightened up.

He recognized that teasing tone in your voice. Despite being glad you were alright enough to take part on your usual little banter, now you were teasing him, and he couldn’t let you take the upper hand.

“Oh, I’ll show you annoying”.

Before you could protest he had dug all ten fingers to your sides, scribbling at full speed onto every ticklish spot they could find. Your soft giggles from before were quickly replaced by full on belly laughter.

“OHMYGOD WAHAHAIT!”

“Wait, darling, wait for what? Is it possible that you get more ticklish if I wait?”

“NOHOHOHO!” you squealed when he found a particularly ticklish spot on your lower tummy.

“Hmm, I thought so too” he nodded as if he was talking about something actually serious.

“YOU’RE NOT FUHUHUHUNY!”

“On the contrary, I’d dare say I’ve got you —what’s that saying you humans have, oh— laughing your ass off?” he hummed in your ear.

“YOHOHOUR’E THE WOHOHORST!”

“Oh love,” he grinned deviously “you haven’t the slightest idea.”

Loki was sure no spot was spared from his playful attack as you squirmed in his arms enough to flip to rest your back against his chest, leaving your stomach out in the open for him to attack.

“LOHOHOHOKI! WA- SNNNNNNNNRRKK” you squeals were interrupted by a snort when he reached a particular spot between your ribs, above your stomach.

Loki wasn’t one to burst out laughing but the sound caught him by surprise. He covered his own mouth in surprise from the unfamiliar sound which you took as a chance to clumsily squirm out of his embrace and fall on the floor with a loud THUD!

“I didn’t take you as the giddy kind” you panted.

Truth to be told, he didn’t either, but right now, it was like he was drunk on a happy feeling he couldn’t quite explain. Loki cleared his throat to regain composure and his usual calm and monotone expression.

“Oh, come on, you were just being fun” you smiled. “Don’t go back to being all uptight, honey.”

Before he could shoot you a comeback you reach out to poke him in the stomach.

“H-Hey!” he jolted and batted your hand away.

The way that rather than looking intimidated you only grew a wicked grin on your face worried him more than he’d ever admit. Mainly because he knew he’d be unable to fight you off, if you were serious about it, he’d let you have your way with him.

“Don’t you dare try anything!” he warned.

“Alright, alright” you whined as you rested your arms and your head against the couch. “But only because I’m tired.”

“Your consideration is appreciated” he scoffed.

“C’mon, it’s only fair, you’ve been torturing me for around an hour” you whined. “Would it kill you to laugh freely in front of others?”

“Possibly” he crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m not risking it.”

“Dork” you chuckled before going back to sit next to him with a long sigh. “Ah… Man, I really needed that. Shame we didn’t watch the rest of the movie though.”

“You know it from memory, what’s the problem?” he rolled his eyes.

“There’s none, I needed to clear my head, and you… unorthodoxly helped.” You smiled scooting closer. “I just like watching the movie.”

Loki hated the way he felt his face heated up as he felt your body against his side. Thankfully the room was only illuminated by the screen of the movie’s wedding scene.

“Thanks again for… that” you said resting your head on his shoulder. “It was tiring but it was… fun.”

“Is that why you not once asked me to stop?” he smirked as he wrapped his arm around you.

Your face soon was a nice cherry red that highlighted the adorable pout on your face “Ha-ha, very funny” you whined as you poked his side again, making him jump and unwrap his arm off from you.

You both stay in a seemingly comfortable silence for the rest of the movie. You even went back to resting against him as you sang the last songs more enthusiastically. But Loki wasn’t as calm as he let on, his mind was racing, and so was his heartbeat. He wanted you to feel better, and he wanted to be the one to make you feel better, not just better, but like you were everything. Because you were, at least… for him.

“He didn’t deserve you” he blurted out, making you look at him confused, “Your ex-boyfriend. If he couldn’t value you that doesn’t make you any less valuable. You are smart, beautiful, and funny. That man was a fool for not cherishing you like a goddess, and the next man who courts you doesn’t have to be as stupid.”

His heart almost jumped out of his chest when your face shifted into what seemed and he hoped was adoration. Although he panicked as your eyes got full of tears and he was ready to apologize and take it back out of nervousness when you opened your mouth.

“Not once in my life… had anyone said such beautiful things to me” you said softly. “Loki… you…”

Norns, why did humans have to be so emotional? He had no idea how to handle mortals crying, let alone if it was a breathtakingly beautiful mortal crying.

But you did. You tackled him in a tight hug as you cried, but your tone wasn’t sad anymore, you let out soft tiny laughs between tears mumbling «thank you» over and over. The warm that grew inside him made him want to carry you in his arms and wanting to make you spin around as he confessed every feeling that had been flourishing inside him for the last months, but he limited himself to hug you back.

He didn’t know for how long you both stayed like that, but it lasted until you let out a yawn that made Loki pull back remembering how he had made you laugh half to death not long ago. Between that and crying you must have been exhausted. Besides, if he kept you close any longer he wasn’t sure he’d have the self-control to not do something stupid.

“Um, you… you should go to bed, it’s very late” he mumbled as he stood up and offered you his hand to help you up as well.

“A-Ah, right… Yeah…” you responded awkwardly as you shifted your weight to your heels. “Long day of work tomorrow, should sleep…”

“Yeah…”

“I’m probably keeping you up as well…” you smiled nervously, “I should stop annoying you and go to bed…”

“It’s probably for the best” he responded.

He noticed he had responded too automatically, and he was about to add that you were not a bother to him when you huffed out and stood up straight.

“Seriously Loki, thank you for tonight. I really needed that and… uh— y-you’re right.” You said, briefly hesitating but suddenly regaining your determination. “If he decided to leave me, it’s his loss and I’ll find someone good someday. Someone who loves me as much as I love them.”

“Glad I made my point clear” Loki nodded, “If I had known that getting things through your head by tickling you to pieces I would’ve done it months ago, so many arguments won so easily.”

“You’re a jerk,” you chuckled. “But you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Right, friend…” he muttered to himself.

You reached up to peck his cheek and smile at him sweetly.

“Goodnight Loki… and thanks… again.”

“It was no problem” Loki responded, “Goodnight.”

And with that, you left the room, leaving Loki frustratedly thinking about what you said about him being a friend. Too focused on his thoughts to noticed a loving stare from the doorframe from a certain someone who couldn’t make themselves leave the room.

Someone who was starting to grow some feelings for Loki.

Next Part –> | Masterpost

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SURPRISE! Can you believe it? Two fics in one week! I know, I surprised myself too. 😆

Here is the requested Marvel fic that has been in the works for a while! I had been mulling over this idea for months, and I’m so glad to finally finish it. I also believe it’s now my longest fic at just under 4,000 words.

Warning: ⚠️ I did get flustered while writing this, so I hope you all do as well ⚠️

Additional warnings: None. SFW, Thor and Loki ruthless tickles tag team.

Words: 3907 (Shocked myself) Lers Thor/Loki X Lee Reader

Let’s Do Get Help!

“I suggest the murder was done by Professor Plum with the candlestick in the Kitchen!” You blurted out triumphantly as you re-read your notes.

Loki gave you a sideways stare and rolled his eyes.

“There’s absolutely no way you can be correct. That’s two times in a row!”

You smirked.

“Give me the envelope Loki and I’ll prove it to you. Don’t be such a sore loser!”

You stuck your hand out dramatically and waited to be handed the secret envelope. Thor huffed and handed it to you and crossed his arms.

You peered into the envelope to see if you had guessed correctly. Unsurprisingly you did.

“Boom! Two times in a row! I thought you said you were good at this game!?” You bragged as you made to reset the game.

Thor, Loki, and Peter groaned at your success. You heard Loki muttering to himself about you cheating. Peter glanced at his watch before hurriedly leaping from his chair.

“Shit! I gotta go guys. I have a date with MJ. See ya!”

The three of you waved goodbye at the twitterpated teenager as he rushed out of the room.

You glanced over at Loki. He was staring you down trying to look intimidating to cover up the fact he was being bested by a mortal. It was a well-known fact that Loki was probably one of the most competitive people in the compound. Steve was a close second, but you also didn’t fall very far behind them.

***

Evenings like this were very common in the compound. After long days of training, meetings, and sometimes missions, the team enjoyed relaxing and spending time together not discussing work.

You were a spy similar to Natasha, but you never had the black widow training. You were not trained to be a master at hand-to-hand combat, assassinating, or any type of killing really.

You worked for Shield as a profiler. Your job was to observe the enemy, break down their mentality, and find any weak spots in their hardened cores. The joke is that people become terrorists due to pent-up daddy issues, but in reality that was a common denominator for villains.

(And yes, you brought this up with Thor and Loki at one point to help convince Loki that his rogue history was quite predictable due to him having a shitty dad). Thor was more amused than Loki was.

You were excellent at reading people. You could easily point out what makes them tick, how to tell when they are lying, and break apart flaws in their fighting techniques.

That’s why you were approached by Fury one day and invited to work with the Avengers. You were to be their consultant. You weren’t needed on missions often, but Fury thought it would be wise to get you trained up in combat fighting just to be safe. Your mind could only do so much.

When you first joined the team, you could tell some of your teammates were skeptical. They didn’t trust that you could break people down based on posture, tone of voice, and appearance.

Sam was the first one to test you. You truly liked Sam, but you knew from the moment you met, he was a skeptic.

The team had gathered in the common room to meet you. You walked in to be surrounded by some of the world's strongest people. Your first impressions of the team were easy to distinguish.

-Natasha stood boldly, not once dropping her guard. She maintained eye contact with you up until you shook her hand. Her handshake was strong and she smiled at you and patted you on the back. She trusted you already and was glad to have you as her teammate.

-Tony was bored. He kept making sideways glances at Steve which told you he was questioning his decision to have this meeting. His posture was slightly slouched and the bags under his eyes plus the grime on his heads led you to believe he had stayed up late tinkering in his lab.

-Steve was conflicted. His facial expressions and the way he glanced at you before eyeing the rest of his team told you he was unsure if he made the right call by inviting you to join the team. This was his family, and he wasn’t going to just let anyone waltz in without proving themselves.

-Loki was a bit more difficult to read, but you figured it out after Fury started making his “New student play nice” speech. The way Loki furrowed his eyebrows and had a gleam of curiosity in his eyes told you he was frustrated that he could not read you well. You knew from the get-go he was the newest member before you. He stood slightly farther from the rest of the team and didn’t try to have small talk. He was more of an introvert who wished to be elsewhere. Most likely reading. His clothes were in tip-top shape proving he was mindful of his appearance, even around the people he trusted.

- That left you with Sam. The rest of the team was off on a mission so they would have to meet you later. Sam was poorly trying to hide his skepticism. He stood tall and firm with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked at you with a slight smirk as if he thought this was a massive prank. As Fury continued his speech, you noticed Sam kept glancing at the empty space next to him, as if someone was missing from his side. He also had a bad habit of tapping his foot every time Fury rambled on about why profiling was an important skill.

“Does anyone have any questions before I leave?” Fury said sternly as he wrapped up his speech. Sam’s foot tapped again and his mouth quivered. He was going to speak but was nervous too.

“Yeah I got a question. How do we know this stuff is legit. Like, I wanna believe it, but I’m skeptical”. Sam let out a nervous chuckle as all eyes landed on you. You cleared your throat and spoke. Apparently, the only way to fit in was to prove your worth.

“Well Sam, I appreciate your skepticism. Gives me a chance to prove myself” you said as you walked closer to Sam.

“Although you are surrounded by teammates, you keep glancing to the empty spot next to you, as if someone important in your life is absent from this meeting. Perhaps a sidekick or best friend.”

Sam’s eyes widened in shock.

“I knew you doubted me the moment I walked in because every time Fury mentioned my name or job, you anxiously tapped your right foot.”

Sam looked down to see his foot was tapping again.

“Now, I don’t mean to pry, but you also are full of guilt. You are hiding something from your teammates. Not because you don’t trust them, but because you don’t want to mix work and your personal life. Based on how your cheeks flushed when I said “Personal” my guess is you got in a fight with your sibling about something that financially affected your family. Am I close?”

The room was silent for a few moments. Sam’s face was filled with pure shock, embarrassment, and now belief. The silence was broken by Natasha slowly clapping her hands and walking over to stand by your side.

“Alright, boys. Do you trust her now? Or does anyone else want their lives and personality dissected in front of the rest of us?” She received only a chorus of No Thank you’s.

Natasha turned to look at you.

“Welcome to the team rockstar”.

After your introduction and proof of your skills, the team welcomed you warmly. Within a few months, you were no longer a stranger but family too. You tried your best not to profile your teammates, but occasionally you were asked to help figure out which teammate stole this, or who lied about that. It was all good and fun and you loved being a part of a family again.

Eventually, you grew close to the Asgardian brothers. Maybe it was the fact that they weren’t human, or that they doted on you, but either way, they became your closest friends.

Loki from the beginning was a puzzle you wanted to solve. His mysterious aura and mischievous gleam always in his eyes drew you in like a magnet. He was the hardest person for you to read and you loved the frustration of Loki not being able to read you. You were similar too. Both are quiet, observers who like to hide in the shadows. Somehow, this bonded the two of you well.

His sassy tone and quick wit brought many smiles to your face. You even outwitted him a few times which earned you a threat. Not once had he followed through on one though, mostly because he was yet to find your weakness.

Thor on the other hand was by far the easiest to read. He was loud, boisterous, and fun-loving most of the time. He was a teaser, and surprisingly a prankster too. Loki and Thor communicated almost wordlessly most of the time. While fighting, they were always in sync, reading each other’s body language breathlessly. That had been the only communication you hadn’t quite broken down yet. You watched from the bleachers when they sparred. You were fascinated by the lack of eye contact they had, given the ability to still know what each other was thinking.

Eventually, you gave up and assumed Loki was using his magic to telepathically speak to Thor. But no matter how much you begged them to tell, neither would.

Your exceptional profiling skills made you extremely talented at most board games. Games that involved guessing or figuring out a puzzle were your specialty which is why you ended up dominating the Asgardian brothers and Peter at Clue on this fateful Saturday evening.

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“So, you boys ready to be bested for a third time in a row?” You quipped, eager to play another round.

Loki signed. “Do your best, Mortal”. He then shuffled the deck of cards and distributed them amongst the three of you.

You being Miss Scarlet, meant you got to go first. You rolled the dice and made your way over to the library, where you liked to start. This round was quieter than usual. The boys were really focusing on their cards.

Eventually, Thor made his way to the ballroom and made a guess.

“ I believe it was Coronal Mustard in the ballroom with the lead pipe. Quite brutal if you ask me”.

You chuckled and silently thanked him. His guess narrowed down that the culprit was indeed Coronal Mustard, but not with the pipe since you had that card. You secretly sent Thor your card to prove he was incorrect. Thor, rather disappointed, scratched something off on his notecard.

Loki eyed you suspiciously as you tried to hide your growing smirk. You knew the answer again but had to wait for Loki’s turn.

You glanced at Loki as he rolled his dice. Something was off with his demeanor. And you couldn’t quite fixate what it was.

“Your turn Y/N. Think you have it all figured out do you?” Loki teased.

You shook off the weird feeling and made your guess.

“ It was Coronal Mustard in the Library with the dagger! Huh, kinda sounds like something you would do Loki”.

Thor threw his cards down admitting defeat. Loki on the other hand just smirked.

“ Well go on then, look at the cards dear.”

You smiled triumphantly and ripped open the envelope. Except, something wasn’t right. Inside the envelope was Coronal Mustard, the dagger, and the Cellar?? No that couldn’t be right.

You glared at Loki. “ Haha, real funny Loki! I know you cheated!”

You held up the Cellar card from your personal deck, proving he had manipulated the cards somehow.

“Brother, I think she’s being a sore loser, what do you think?”

Thor chuckled in response. “ Why yes brother! She seems awfully put out by your cheating. I wonder why.”

Loki sent Thor a friendly glare.

“Fine. I cheated. But at least I admit it! We both know you have been cheating this whole time Y/n! Just admit it, or we may have to help you admit it?”

Loki had emphasized the word help, and at the same time glanced at Thor. They were plotting something again, something you couldn’t tell.

Thor’s smile became more mischievous the longer he and Loki looked at each other. Unsure of what to do, you tried to distract them.

“I haven’t cheated! But if you wish for me to prove it, I declare a rematch. This round will go uncounted. How does that sound?”

Loki and Thor ignored your question. Instead, Thor said “Brother, I love your thinking. But how do we know it will work? Have you tested this on her before?”

Now you were getting worried. You fiddled with the card in front of you as you waited for them to speak to you.

Loki smirked.

“So agent, can I ask you a rather random question?”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“I’m assuming even if I say no you are gonna ask me anyway. What is it?”

Loki turned to look at you, smiling faintly.

“You see, Thor and I were just trying to figure out if you were ticklish. For curiosities sake of course”.

For a brief millisecond, you lost your composure. This was the last thing you were expecting and it caught you off guard. Your unreadable nature was exposed for a second of time while you contemplated how to answer. Unfortunately, Loki was expecting you to drop your guard, and he saw the panic flash behind your bright eyes.

You didn’t get to answer before Loki spoke.

“Oh Thor. The dear profiler is ticklish. And deathly so I would assume by her reaction. What a shame”.

Thor and Loki quickly stood from their chairs and eyed you as if you were their prey.

Without taking his eyes off of you Loki blurted out,

“Brother, let’s do get help!”

That’s all you needed to hear before you took off running. You didn’t have to be a profiler to know that was code for tickle torture.

You ran down the hallway desperate for a place to hide. Loki was a sore loser and your bragging probably was gonna lead to your demise. And Thor, well, he was gonna do whatever Loki asked him to do.

You could hear heavy footfalls from behind you and they were quickly gaining speed. Your legs burned as you ran all thanks to the sprints you had completed that morning. Damn Steve and his heavy workouts!

You ran past the living quarters deciding that the bedrooms were too obvious. You hurried down the stairwell to the first floor. This floor was home to storage rooms and the gym. You wiggled the doorknobs on the storage room doors to find they were all locked. Frustrated and out of breath, you decided that the gym would have to do. You took off running again and entered the gym.

No one was working out this evening so the empty space was silent besides your now heavy breathing.

You looked around the room trying to find a good spot to hide. You spotted a closet and decided it was the best you had for now. You made your way over to it when all of a sudden you were knocked off your feet.

You ungracefully landed on your back onto the thankfully soft mats. You quickly sat up to see who had tripped you.

Laying next to the mat beside you was Mjollnir. Now panicking, you attempted to stand up but felt yourself get pushed down again. This time by Loki’s foot. You rolled over onto your back to see both brothers hovering over you.

“Thor, be a doll and hold her arms for me please” Loki stated nonchalantly.

“Why certainly brother”.

You immediately tried to scramble away again, but Loki had already placed himself on your hips, preventing you from sitting up. Thor chuckled and easily held both your arms down with his knees above your head.

Flustered, you wiggled weakly under the demigods. Loki peered down proudly at you beneath him.

“Ho-how did you catch me so quickly!” You sputtered.

“Dear one, have you ever heard of an elevator? It’s much faster than the stairs. We heard the stairwell door slam and Loki used his magic to ensure only one door was left unlocked.” Thor smiled and winked at you teasingly.

Freaking Loki and his magic. You should have known.

Loki placed his hands on your sides, unmoving, but threatening like. You flashed your eyes down and felt your face heat up again.

Loki’s face morphed into pure evil at that point. He finally found your weak spot. The mere thought of him tickling the living daylights out of you prevented you from being able to hide your emotions. Your ability to hide your feelings, fears, hopes, and dreams were lost and under the scrutiny of Loki’s judgment.

“Oh Thor, we are gonna have fun with this one. Her defenses have escaped her and she can’t hide her fear and perhaps excitement?”

Loki peered at you quizzically on the word “excitement”. You tried to not react, but your body betrayed you with another blush. You were fairly ticklish just about everywhere, but being held down and vulnerable made it 100 times worse. You hadn’t been tickled for ages, so you were filled with nervous excitement for what was to come. You trusted the brothers with your life and sensed they were gonna make this friendly torment last until they got what they wanted.

Loki tutted. “Awe so you are excited then? Well good! Because we are rather excited to weed out all your sensitive spots until you are left a screaming, wriggling mess.”

You visibly blushed again, not even attempting to hide it.

“Look Loki! You broke her before we’ve started. Look at that precious red face you have dear!”

Full of embarrassment you tried to escape, but their grips held firm.

“Shut up Thor! When I get out of this I’m gonna kick your a-HHHEY!!” Your threat was cut off by Loki pinching your side.

“One must not talk to my brother like that, dear. You are in deep trouble anyway for cheating.” Loki winked at you.

“Bu-but I didn’t cheat! Thor! You know I didn’t!”

Thor chuckled and started running his fingers down your arms starting at the wrist.

“We know young maiden. But you still kicked our butts and rubbed it in. That’s enough evidence for me”.

As his fingers made their way to your underarms, you started giggling crazily. His fingers tips were treading so light and you felt your stomach flutter with anticipation.

But as soon as his fingers reached your armpits he ceased and Loki drove his pinching fingers back into your sides.

You squealed as Loki was unrelenting this time. He didn’t stop after his initial squeeze but instead persistently followed your squirming form.

You thrashed violently as Loki pinched up and down your ribs. Thor was still lightly trailing his fingertips up and down your arms, and the mixture of the two feelings was almost unbearable. You cackled and snorted whenever Loki brushed too close to your lower ribs.

Loki fluttered his fingers right above that rib and watched as you jerked and snorted, without being touched.

“Oh no. Is that a bad spot? Tell me profiler, what am I gonna do? Am I going to torment that spot or try somewhere else?” Loki’s teasing was working you up. You didn’t want to waste your breath answering him, so you just stuck your tongue out at him. In response, Thor brushed his fingers over your neck and ears which resulted in a very high pitch shriek.

Both brothers froze and stopped for a second. That mercy was short-lived however because you soon felt your head being tilted to one side and your cheek being pinned to the mat by one of Thor’s large hands.

Your eyes bulged as you tried to scrunch your neck but couldn’t.

“No-No no-no Thor!! Please no! Anywhere else please!!”

You thrashed and tried to buck Loki off your hips as desperate giggles escaped your lips.

“Sorry young maiden. But this seems like a good spot to test out. Besides, I haven’t heard you say stop yet!”

Thor belted out a laugh and attacked your neck and ear.

Not being able to comprehend the sensation, you howled! Your feet frantically beat against the floor as you giggled and shrieked for a reprieve.

Loki, feeling a little lonely, decided it was time to try that spot on your lower ribs.

He threaded his fingers over the spot while Thor was still scribbling over your neck. Immediately your laughter grew louder and now it was splattered with snorts and cackles along with the shrieks and giggles.

The brothers were ruthless. After Thor stopped his attack on your neck, Loki moved his hands to claw at your belly, which released a deep belly laugh from you. All the while you were being tortured, Thor and Loki had huge mirthful smiles on their faces. As ruthless as they were, you also were having fun.

Realizing you were almost at witts-end, the brothers stopped to give you some air. Thor released your arms and Loki crawled off of you. You felt Thor pick you up and pull you into his chest.

Once your breathing normalized you hesitantly asked “A-are you done nohohow. I’m re-ready for a rematch in clue!” You were still giggling and smiling as you leaned further into Thor's chest.

Loki flicked his eyes over to Thor with a grin. You felt Thor's chest rumble as he laughed at your giggling form.

“Loki I believe is done. But I wish to try one more thing.”

Before you could ask what, Thor moved your hair that blocked your neck, and he placed his scruffy beard on the soft skin.

You jolted from the intense tickly feeling and immediately fell back into shrieky laughter as Thor rapidly brushed his beard all over your neck. After a minute of this torture, he finally relented.

Thor released his hold on you as you scrambled from his arms. After a few moments of heavy breathing, the tickly feelings dissipated.

You looked at the brothers who were seated in front of you. Now being able to think again, you were able to read your teammates. Both were happy and grateful for the laughter and bonding you gave them. They finally looked blissful and complete.

Loki was the first to stand and grabbed your hand to help you stand.

“I think I’m ready for a rematch, you little cheater. I’m feeling less competitive now thanks to your adorable laughter. Shame you had to tell me your weakness. I may have to exploit it more often” Loki teased with a wink.

Thor laughed in agreement as you headed back to the common room.

“Well one thing is for certain. There was a murder and I already know the next clue”.

The brothers paused and looked at you confused. Laughing you said

“It was the Asgardian brothers, in the gym with tickles!”