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inneedofsupervision · 6 months ago

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Movie Night? No, thank you.

Summary: Some obvious downsides are coming with enhanced senses, but you'll get used to it. The spidey sense thought that has not given Peter any trouble. It quickly became one of his favorite abilities. Until now. Until the Avengers thought, "Hey, let's watch a horror movie with the barely old enough teen in our team".

Peter quickly comes to an insight. Watching horror movies with a spidey sense?

Ten out of ten can not recommend it.

TW: They are watching a horror movie so there are mentions of violence, blood, and injuries, if that's not for you, skip the beginning.

She's running.

Running as fast as she can.

The stench of blood, vomit, and sweat that had made it hard to keep from giving up the last contents of her stomach has grown to be her slightest concern as she stumbles past weathered stone walls and destroyed doors.

"Elli! Elli, where are you?"

A sharp scream escapes her as she misses a step. With an earsplitting noise, the plank she stepped on yields under her weight, and she promptly sails along the rest of the floor plates down into the dark. A sickening squelch reaches the edge of the hole as a flood of hot, biting, breath-stealing pain forces an almost inhuman howl out of her before choking noises emit the frantic attempt to breathe through the pain. But she cannot stop. She needs to find Elli. Tears of dread run over her dirt-smeared cheeks as she claws at the walls to get up.

"Elli," the woman moaned in pain as she fought the urge to break right here and now.

"I'm coming, Elli. I won't leave you here."

She's breathing heavily. Her eyes gloss over, and the last flicker of light dims as she ignores the rusty pipe that had bored through her tight, staring at the wall looming over her. Elli. She has only thoughts for Elli.

With little strength left, the woman begins digging her nails into the moist wood before setting her uninjured foot onto a tiny ledge as she climbs. Her breathing and the blood pulsing in her head are the only sounds she can focus on as she fights herself upwards, needing to get Elli. As she almost made it out, her fingers claw into the ground frantically, grabbing desperately for anything to hold onto and pull herself up. Her hand wraps around something solid, and she doesn't think. She needs to get out, so she pulls and finally, finally makes it over the edge. With a cough and gasping for air, she collapses onto the floor, the blood that oozing out of the wound colors her jeans a dirty red. Sweat-matted hair falls over hunched shoulders as she dry heaves, body shaking with utter exhaustion.

"I'm coming, Elli." The words are mumbled, barely brought over cracked lips. Her breath hitches as a spasm shoots through her hand into her arm, and she glances at it as it begins cramping from how hard she is still holding onto her lifeline.

The lifeline.

"What-" she mutters as her eyes catch onto the object she's clinging to, which turns out to be a blood-stained boot.

"It's him," whispers Peter to no one in particular as he stares wide-eyed at the screen, watching the woman's eyes, caught in a full shot, gazing up at the pantleg that follows the boot until the realization hits her. He grimaces at the terrified scream that echoes through the room and squints his eyes as the axe comes crashing down.

"How could she not tell she was grabbing the boot of the killer? What kind of bullshit is this?!" Peter longingly looks over to Clint, who throws popcorn in the direction of the screen while protesting about the logic of the second lead character.

"As if you were any smarter than her."

Sam throws a pillow at the archer, Peter's pillow. The only thing that had shielded him from, well, he wasn't sure why he was hugging it, but it had brought some comfort. That was until Sam decided to fling it at Clint, who sputters as it's hitting him at the side of his head.

"Can both of you get a grip," grumbles Bucky from next to Peter's other side. He gets a fistful of popcorn thrown at him as an answer. Some of it lands on the teen, as well. Without his pillow, Peter's hands find each other on his lap, where they crawl into the sleeve of the opposite arm. At least like this, he could cross his arms over his chest and not look as much like he's hugging himself. His eyes wander over from the screen to Clint again, just in time for the killer to chase after another victim. His jaw tightens at the screams.

He hadn't always had this much trouble watching horror movies. Sure, he would get a bit spooked, but since the spider bite, it got worse. The suspense subconsciously triggers his sense of danger, leaving him extra jumpy. It doesn't get better with the rest of his senses sharpening to make him more aware of his surroundings, causing Peter to struggle even more to refrain from flinching at every loud noise. Clint shifts in his love-seat, arm thrown over the backrest as he relaxes into the cushion. For the last ten minutes, Peter had thought about excuses to change positions. He felt incredibly out of place, squished between Bucky and Sam, and wished Mr. Stark was here and not away on some gala with Pepper.

Mr. Stark would make him feel better.

The man would pull his arm around his shoulder, and the second he senses Peter jumping again, he would say that the movie sucks and suggest watching that terrible show about celebrities showing off their properties. He roasts their room decor, criticizing until Peter hits his shoulder to make him stop because he cannot stop laughing. Tony would grin, amused, and keep insulting someone else pointlessly expensive and ugly kitchen sink while Peter next to him chortles at the colorful slander. But Mr. Stark isn't here. His last resort for feeling a little better would be Clint. If he only could get up and walk over to the archer, he was very optimistic the other would sense his discomfort. Maybe not as fast as Mr. Stark, but Peter had noticed that, despite the teasing, Clint had a soft spot for him. The man would put his arm around Peter's shoulder in a half hug, claiming to need something to hold onto, joking that the movie was scarier than he remembered. Clint's great like that.

But Clint also sits at the other end of the room, completely draped all over the place and leaving little space to squeeze into. And even if there were room, Peter would need a reason to go over without embarrassing himself. Stuck between Sam and Bucky, still bickering, Peter pulls his hands out of his sleeves and debates if he should pull his knees onto the couch. Like that, he could always hug them to his chest to compensate for the loss of the pillow. But that could draw attention to him, and Peter didn't want to get teased. Maybe if he slowly starts with one leg? The teen keeps shifting in his seat, trying to act composed and not noticing that his constant moving caught the attention of the men sitting next to him.

"You've gotta say something?"

"Huh?" is Peter's eloquent answer.

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You're squirming around like you're sitting on hot coals. Something the matter?"

"Oh, I kinda need to go to the toilett."

The movie halts. Bucky looks at him with a frown, remote in hand.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks, gesturing for Peter to hurry up. The teen suppresses a groan. He hoped they would leave the movie playing. How is he supposed to stall time now? He half-heartedly gets up, wondering how long he should take since he didn't actually need to go.

"He's a little out of it today."

Steve carries a frown as he glances over his shoulder, where the teen has shuffled out of the room.

"Probably some teenage angst because of his finals coming up," comments Sam nonchalantly, head leaning onto his palm. "He will get over it." Steve doesn't look happy but seems to accept the plucked-out-of-thin-air explanation as he settles down again. Sam glances to the side. His and Bucky's eyes meet, and Sam rolls his eyes, wondering what he has done in his past life to be surrounded by these overpowered worrywarts as the ex-assassins expression told him he didn't believe one word. When Peter returns from his unplanned bathroom break, he stops, eyebrows rising at the scene before him. There was popcorn. Lots of it, everywhere. "What happened here?" he asks puzzled. "Clint said Sam wouldn't notice a killer standing in front of him even when he is about to get stabbed," explains Natasha, who doesn't bother looking up from her phone while Clint shields himself with a blanket to avoid the onslaught of popcorn getting thrown at him. "Okay," says Peter slowly, drawing the word out and giving the fighting men a confused side-eye as he walks over to Bucky. The latter looks about to get up at any second to end the chaos himself. "That's it," cheers Sam as Clint protests when the blanket gets ripped out of his hands. Peter glances at the soft fabric thrown onto his lap and brushes off the few crumbs sticking on it. Sam stands triumphantly over Clint, who, very maturely, sticks his tongue out at the man. Sam dumps the rest of the popcorn over the archer's head. "Jokes on you if you think I wouldn't eat the popcorn like this." Clint runs a hand through his hair, sending kernels onto the couch. "What are you, a raccoon?" Clint flips him off and bends down to take the fallen pillow, but Sam is quicker and kicks it out of the archer's reach. Clint doesn't look like he cares much as Sam bends down to take the pillow and thrusts it into Peter's arms. "Keep that before he gets any dumb ideas," orders Sam as he sits back down. Not only having gained a blanket but also a pillow, Peter only nods before taking the pillow, hugging it to his chest. He throws the blanket over it, pulling it closer around himself. "I will keep them safe," he says. The seriousness in his voice causes Steve to throw the bundled-up teen an amused look. The movie continues, and so does Peter's fidgeting and shifting. The blanket and pillow were a great distraction, making him feel slightly less over the edge as he could squeeze the cushion when the sounds from the movie got too much. But the suspense still sucks. His spidey sense wouldn't shut up, and he knew that's the whole point of watching a horror movie, to put the audience on the edge, fearing what would happen next. But usually, the audience doesn't own a sixth sense warning them about something that's about to happen, which is great for them because Peter could attest that having one and watching a horror movie is one of the most inconvenient

downsides in everyday life that can happen. They are only half an hour into the movie as Peter's knuckles grow white with how hard he's fisting them into the blanket. His eyes stick to the screen where the protagonist climbs over the beat-up fence to search the abandoned mansion for their lost friend. At the sound of a door slamming, the protagonist and Peter gasp simultaneously in shock, and the fabric under his fingers tears as he unwillingly grabs the blanket harder. He stares blankly at the destroyed fabric in his hands, hoping Mr. Stark won't be too mad. With stealthy movements, he rolls up the edge of the blanket, acting like nothing happened.

His leg bounces up and down as he debates come clean and asks if they could watch something else as another door slams shut. The woman walks down a dimly lit hallway. The music grows ominous, the camera focusing on the shaky hand going for the tarnished doorknob. Peter's leg shakes harder. He is about to open his mouth and tell the others he has forgotten some schoolwork he needs to do to Monday, when something flutters over his neck.

He twitches, instinctively scrunching his shoulders up, like a turtle caught of guard. His eyes break from the screen to look at Bucky, whose arm retreats from behind his head.

"You had this in your hair."

Peter blinks stunned at the man. Bucky lifts his hand and wordlessly lets a piece of popcorn fall onto Peter's lap. On-screen, the woman passes the door and walks up a staircase, following a bloody trail.

"Thanks," mumbles Peter, but it sounds more like a question. Bucky doesn't say anything, which isn't less confusing as the teen isn't sure how to interpret the man's gesture. The ex-soldier is hard to read. Peter runs his hand through his hair, but thankfully, he hasn't any more food stuck there.

"Attics and basements are equally bad choices," comments Clint with enviable serenity while munching on the popcorn he picks from his clothes, successfully shifting the attention back onto the movie where a blood-drawn arrow points towards the handle of a loft ladder. Peter doesn't even want to see what is about to happen, unconsciously shifting back so he can barely peek over his knees. The teen retreats his arms around his legs, the cushion pressing against his chest at the action. Squinting his eyes, he watches with tense shoulders as the woman steps onto the ladder, climbing up into the dark.

"What the heck?" hisses Sam as something bumps into him rather forcefully. With a frown, he stares down at the blanket burrito of a teen who wears a flustered expression. To Sam's confusion, the blushing teen doesn't pay mind to the one-sided fight on the screen but gapes at Bucky, who has his head turned towards the TV, looking as uninvested as he did since the beginning.

"What's up with you?" asks Sam, bewildered. He lowers his voice, noticing that the others hadn't seen what was happening. "You plan to jump on the ceiling next?"

"Bucky, he-" began the younger to defend himself but quickly clapped his mouth shut as said man turned his head to him, raising a single eyebrow. Sam's confusion grows as the kid honest-to-god pouts. "Never mind," mutters Peter, crossing his arms over his chest, but Sam sees him giving the long haired man a wary side-eye. Sam glances over the teen's head, catching Bucky's eyes. Bucky's lips twitch upwards. Sam shakes his head but keeps from saying anything.

Two could play that game.

Sam keeps paying only half of his attention to the movie, trying to catch up on what is going on between the two idiots next to him. It doesn't take long for him to figure out the pattern. As the suspense rose, so did the tension in Peter’s posture. Sam glances over to Bucky, catching the man's smug expression as he slightly shifts his arm. "Oh no, you don't," thought Sam, squinting his eyes. Peter barely stifles the tiny scream by smushing his face into the pillow as, out of nowhere, a hand claws into his side, digging their fingers into the soft spot under his ribs. Simultaneously, his left armpit gets attacked by a set of fingers worming their way into it, wriggling around experimentally. He jolts at the ticklish bold shooting through his nerves and lets himself fall to the side to avoid the feeling. He puts a hand on Bucky's knee, catching himself before he could stumble off the couch. "What's gotten you so jumpy today?" Peter's head whips in Sam's direction, the protest laying on the tip of his tongue, but as he opens his mouth, the only sound coming out is an embarrassing squeak as a finger pokes him in the stomach, making him jump and nearly hit his face against Bucky's chin. He slaps the offending metal digit away. "You guys suck," mumbles Peter as he straightens himself and crosses his arms protectively around his middle, sending them both a glare. "What did you just say?" Sam mock-threateningly wriggles his fingers in the teen's direction, but Peter catches the hand, holding it tight and only letting go after hearing a whispered plea. He gives the man a side-eye but lets Sam go and leans back onto the couch. To Peter's horror, it didn't end like that. Through the next twenty minutes, his whole attention got stolen by the men he gets nearly squished by, wary of every one of their movements. He wasn't paying attention to anything happening on the screen. Instead, he was busy catching sneaking fingers or batting hands away that reached out to poke him randomly. The pillow and blanket were lying abandoned in front of the couch. Toward the end of the movie, the attacks relent, and his focus is back on the screen where the main protagonist finds her beaten-down friend locked away in the basement, chained to a chair, desperately searching for anything to break the locks open. The camera zooms out at a low pace, slowly revealing more and more of the room. Peter's eyes are stuck on the barely lit corner behind the panicking women, his spidey sense spiking again. He hadn't even noticed that his sixth sense at some point had stopped reacting, only now since it’s beginning to buzz louder than ever. He subconsciously pulls his knees up, curling into himself, when suddenly something pushes him to the side. With a surprised yelp, he tips over, falling onto Sam's legs that the man had put on the couch table. "That's it. I'm done.” Sam throws his arms up in defeat. He flicks a finger against Peter’s forehead.

“You can't sit still for a minute, can you?"

The teen rubs his head with a frown, glaring up at Sam. "That wasn't my fault, it's Bucky! He push-AH!" Peter had been trying to climb down off Sam's legs as he was protesting about being falsely accused when he lost his balance thanks to a pair of hands grabbing his ankles. "You aren't the only one getting annoyed by his fidgeting," grumbles Bucky as he tugs on the teen's legs until Peter lies stretched out on the men's laps, glaring at them both for acting like jerks. "You two are so childish, you know that?" Peter growls and tries shifting and rolling off their legs, but an arm around his waist keeps him from going anywhere. "You distract us during the whole movie, and we are the childish ones?" Sam somehow manages to keep a straight face despite the betrayed and grumpy puppy look the teen's sending them. "Sorry kid but I cannot let that sit." He reaches his hands out, ready to continue where he laid off during the middle of the movie. He catches the teen's lips twitching upwards, a nervous slip of anticipation. "Stop it, Sam." Peter tries to sound stern. But that's kinda hard when you get pinned down by a super soldier and his annoying friend who decide, that they have nothing better to do than start teasing you. At this point, the movie caught no one's interest as all eyes glanced at the one-sided tickle fight breaking out on the couch.

“I hahahaven’t dohone anythihining!”

“You were squirming around and bumping into us the whole time. Neither me nor Bucky could concentrate cause of your fidgeting.”

“Thahat’s becauhse youhu kehept tickling mehehe!” protests the teen.

“Me?” asks Sam with acted surprise while holding one of Peter’s wrists down to attack his sides, causing the teen to try curling into himself, laughing loudly but failing thanks to the Super Soldier holding onto his legs “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

When Peter manages to finally capture Sam's hands and was about to slide off the sofa, a second pair of hands start squeezing right above his kneecaps. “Dohohoh’t!” he brings out between his laughter and tries kicking his legs away, but the teasing hands follow expertly. Peter bends over to fend the mean fingers off but makes the mistake of revealing his entire upper body. Sam doesn't wait, digging his fingers into the teen's armpits from behind. With a cackle, Peter falls back onto Sam's lap, where the older man takes the chance to claw into the teen's stomach and ribs, and the whole routine begins anew. By the end of it, Peter lies curled up between the two, red-faced and giggling as he tries catching both their hands, the ending credits of the movie rolling over the screen.

"Peter, the Boss is calling."

Several eyebrows rise in amusement at the speed at which the teen is up and pushes Sam half of the couch to grab his phone.

"Hey kid- did you run a marathon to reach your phone? What happened to your face?"

Peter's face flashes a new shade of red. He glares at Sam and Bucky who make kissy faces in his direction. The teen smiles sweetly at Mr. Stark before he holds a hand over the front camera and turns back, sticking out his tongue in their direction which earns a snort from Clint and a laugh from Steve and Natasha.

"Why did you cover the camera, kid? You're not hiding a house party, are you?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. I just thought there was some dust on the lens. I’m with the others, we were watching a movie."

Sam shakes his head as he watches the interaction. "What a sneaky little-ow, what the hell!"

He rubs his shoulder, sending Bucky a glare.

Clint across from them wears a smug grin.

"You two are soft like soggy biscuits."

Sam grimaces while Bucky throws the pillow back at the cackling archer.

"It probably counts as a failure of assistance to let the kid sit next to you and get nightmares by watching this kinda stuff," argues Sam, crossing his arms over his chest. Steve huffs in amusement. Their heads turn towards Peter, who animatedly talks as he walks past them and towards his room, a smile painting his face.

"I don't think he's going to get nightmares," the blond says before glancing back at his friends. He grins, looking weirdly proud.

"Thanks to you two."

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widowsistersandfriends · 7 months ago

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Sore Loser

Request: Could you write a story where the reader challenges wanda to a ping pong game best of 3. The two agree that the lower should be tickled as a punishment. Each person wins one game but wanda wins the third. Rather than accept their fate, the reader runs around the compound with wanda (who is a bit slower) chasing after her. The reader escapes. Wanda recruits Yelena and Kate to go help chase the reader in like a hide and go seek type of way. Eventually the reader is caught wanda sits on the readers hips while the other two sit at either side of the readers head. They focus purely on upperbody tickling with an immense focus on the ribs and sides. Eventually they stop the tickling, the reader gets up and challenges Kate to a round of 5 in pingpong... (ler!wanda, ler! yelena, ler!kate x lee!reader)

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I had so much fun writing it and it was a very creative idea! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1810

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Today there were no missions and you all had a day off at the compound. Given that Tony Stark was a rich man, there were rooms for any activity that you could think of. Today, you decided to challenge Wanda at a game of ping pong. You two had been in a long series of games, keeping track of who won what. You were both competitive and refused to lose without a fight.

“Ready to lose again?” Wanda asked, as you picked up your paddle.

“If I recall correctly, I beat you in basketball yesterday, so I’m actually ready to win again,” you corrected her cheekily.

“Wow, someone’s cocky,” Wanda tsked, sending some magic over to tickle your side.

“Ah! Wahahanda! That’s cheheheating!” You giggled, squirming around and trying your best not to fall.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that during the game,” Wanda smirked.

“Fine, let’s make a deal. We’ll play best of 3, all games to 11 points, and whoever loses gets tickled,” you said confidently.

“Deal,” Wanda said, sticking her hand out to shake on it.

Each one of you had won one game already, and it was down to the third game. The score was currently 10-9, and it was match point for you.

Wanda served the ball, and you returned it with ease, feeling a grin form on your face. Wanda turned her body, fooling you and thinking she would hit it in the direction she was facing. However, with a quick flick of her wrist, she shot the ball across her body, catching you off guard.

“Tie game!” Wanda cheered, having a trick up her sleeve.

You gritted your teeth, feeling the pressure now. Before the game, you both agreed that it was first to 11, and you would not go into a deuce to save time.

“Nervous?” Wanda asked, grinning evilly at you.

You shook your head, feeling your stomach turn with excitement and nervousness.

Wanda was one to take a risk to win, so she pulled out a trick serve to try and seal the game. She let the ball bounce on the table, before hitting underneath it, sending it super high in the air. The key was to not hit it too far.

You eyed the ball carefully, unsure if it was gonna go out or not. It was super close, and you swung your paddle as the ball came down. However, the ball just nicked the edge of the table before falling off, causing you to whiff and hit nothing but air.

“HA! I WIN!” Wanda cheered. However, you knew you were gonna get wrecked and couldn’t accept the fact that you lost, so you took off running in the compound. Where you were going, you didn’t know. But you knew that you would not give her the reward she had earned.

Wanda knew she could easily fly and catch you, but she decided to build up the suspense by participating in the chase. You had stellar speed, so you were able to escape her.

The witch ran into Kate and Yelena playing Go-Fish on the couch.

“What happened to you?” Yelena questioned, as the witch was clearly out of breath.

“I beat Y/N in ping pong, and we agreed that the loser gets tickled. However, she lost and was being a brat and ran off. Can you guys help me catch her?” Wanda asked the two girls.

They smirked at each other, both accepting the opportunity to chase and tickle you.

The three women took off, looking in places they thought you were hiding. You were currently in Natasha’s closet with the lights off. You heard Yelena enter the room, calling out your name.

“Oh Y/N! Come out, come out wherever you are!” Yelena said, adding a teasing tone to her voice.

You peeked through the small crack of the door, watching as Yelena ventured further into the room. As soon as she got in enough, you threw the door open and bolted out of the room.

“Come back here Y/N!” Yelena shouted, while also yelling out to Wanda and Kate that she had found you.

You sprinted at full speed, ducking into a bathroom and closing the door.

You giggled with glee, knowing that you had an advantage speed wise. You positioned yourself to where you would be behind the door when it opened, meaning they wouldn’t see you. Or so you hoped.

Kate opened the door to the bathroom and turned the lights on. If it were somebody else, you probably would have been caught. However, Kate was a bit clumsy and not thorough in her search, as she took a quick peek inside and left.

You sighed in relief, but were starting to get a bit thirsty from all the running. You knew it was risky, but you decided to venture to the kitchen to get a drink.

You tiptoed slowly out of the bathroom, taking quiet steps through the compound. You found it weird that you hadn’t seen Wanda in a while, given that she was the one who was mainly trying to find you.

You finally made it to the kitchen, as you did a quiet fist pump. However, you were startled and jumped when you heard a voice from above.

“I knew I’d find you eventually,” Wanda said, smirking down at you. Wanda was flying above, as she used her flying abilities to scout around the compound where you were.

You quickly downed a cup of water and tried to take off. However, this time, Wanda was not letting you escape. She flew down and grabbed you, as you kicked and shouted for her to put you down.

“Kate! Yelena! I found her! Meet me in Y/N’s room!” Wanda called out, as she flew with you in her arms to your bedroom.

“Put me down! You insisted, squirming in her grasp.

“You think you can mess with me?” Wanda asked, gently tossing you on the bed.

“Well clearly I did,” you said with an eye roll.

Just then, Kate and Yelena entered the room, to your surprise.

“What are they doing here?” You asked Wanda.

“They’re here to help me tickle a brat to tears,” Wanda explained with a grin.

“W-What?” You stuttered.

“You heard me,” Wanda said.

“But that’s not fair! It’ll be 3 vs 1!” You cried, now sitting up quickly to bolt. However, Wanda tackled you and sat on your hips to prevent you from going anywhere.

“Better luck next time. Maybe you should work on your ping pong skills and you won’t be in this predicament,” Wanda teased.

“Girls, why don’t you go ahead and hold Y/N’s arms above her head?” Wanda asked, as you quickly wrapped your arms around your torso.

Yelena and Kate tried to grab your arms away from your torso, but you were stubborn and used all your strength to not allow it.

Wanda began to scratch at your sides, making you burst into giggles, weakening you by the second.

“Wahanada stahahap!” You giggled, as your strength was depleting.

Eventually, Kate and Yelena tickled your neck, which made you even weaker. They grabbed your arms and pinned them above your head, leaving your entire upper body open.

“This is your punishment for losing…and for running from me,” Wanda said, as she reached down and began to claw at your ribs, making you gasp in ticklish surprise.

“WAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!” You laughed, arching your back as much as you could.

“What's wrong Y/N, does that tickle?” Wanda cooed, as she dug in between your ribs.

You screamed with laughter, begging for her to stop.

“Stop? We’re just getting started,” Wanda teased, as she signaled to the girls to join in.

Kate and Yelena both used one hand to hold your arms and the other to now wiggle into your armpits, causing you to squeal.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you shrieked, shutting your eyes tightly in despair.

Wanda moved her hands back down to your sides, making you snort and pull desperately at your arms. You tried to buck against her, but this only made her bend down and blow a raspberry on your tummy.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD,” you laughed and shouted.

Kate and Yelena stopped tickling your armpits, as Wanda now raked her nails over your soft stomach.

You sucked in your stomach, trying to avoid the tickles and hold in your laugh. Wanda caught on to this, and stuck her finger in your belly button to make you bark out with laughter.

“Are you gonna stop being a sore loser?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Are you?” You responded back, immediately regretting it when Wanda went full force, spidering and squeezing up and down your sides, and scratching her sharp nails over your delicate exposed ribs.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP ENOHOUGH IHIHI CAHAHANT,” you pleaded, as Wanda stopped to give you a break to see if you were being serious.

“Say you lost and this will all be over,” Wanda warned you.

You laid there for a bit catching your breath. Kate and Yelena began to lightly drag their nails over your arms, stopping just before the armpit to make you freak out in anticipation. Over and over they did this, as you struggled against them.

Wanda felt you squirm and buck slightly under her, but she knew it wasn’t from the tickling. You were trying to escape.

Wanda moved down slightly before giving you a look of warning.

“Are you gonna say it?” She asked.

You shook your head firmly, bracing yourself for the next attack.

“Your funeral,” Wanda sighed, as she began to squeeze and dig into your hips. Kate and Yelena also resumed their armpit tickle attack, which sent you over the edge.

You screamed and gasped for them to stop, eventually breaking out of their grip and tapping out on the bed as Wanda continued her hip tickle assault.

Wanda ceased her tickling, as you muttered out that you lost.

“What was that?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah we couldn’t hear you,” Kate and Yelena both chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, before jumping as Yelena poked your ribs.

“Okay stop!! I said I lost!” You said desperately, now curling up to protect all of your ticklish spots.

“Atta girl,” Wanda said, ruffling your hair as you swatted at her in annoyance.

“I may not be able to beat you at ping pong, but I can definitely beat Kate,” you huffed in annoyance.

“Hey! Why am I getting dragged into this!” Kate exclaimed.

“Sounds like Y/N is challenging you,” Yelena said.

“Loser gets tickled?” You suggested again, knowing that Kate had no ping pong experience.

“I didn’t agree to that!” Kate shouted, now getting worried.

“Too late!” You said, taking off for the ping pong table for a best of 5 match.

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everettswritings · 12 days ago

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Why do I imagine after the first meeting/tickle...black pearl can't get y/n's laughter out of her mind soooo she ends up wanting reader to come back...cue her doing some method to make y/n come back by...idk...sending a message with a crab or idk and when y/n comes back, she shows y/n both that she likes em...and how much of a tickle monster she could be...both to be affectionate aaaand to get payback for y/n leaving before she could finish her sentence lmao! Aaaand finally finishing it! Lol! -different anon who likes tickly comfort and affection...aka teddy anon lol

Ah, teddy anon, my favorite anon! This is also as real as the last one. And between you and I, I wouldn’t need a message to come back, I’d just come back. *ahem* Anyways, enjoy. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Deep within the dark waters of the DuskGloom Sea, Black Pearl Cookie was lurking- waiting for more ships to come so that she could drag them down into the abyss she called home. However, there was another thought that swam around her head like a pesky little minnow. Not too long ago a little mermaid swam into her domain out of curiosity, she dragged them into a game of tickling to which they won and got away. Her face scrunched up with a pout, that plaything was so cute! They laughed so adorably, so much so that it was like every giggle was just them begging for more. Yet they just had to swim away as soon as they won. How rude!

Hmm…

She wanted them to come back, she wanted to hear that laughter again. She wanted to feel them squirm in her arms, she wanted to watch as they became flushed and out of breath, she wanted that laughter. But then, a clever little idea came to her! She giggled mischievously as she perched up on the very top of her pile of wrecked ships and began to sing. Many don't know this, but the songs of a mermaid can work on anything, including other mermaids.

You were trying to sleep that night, but you kept hearing a strangely familiar voice right in your ears. It beckoned sweetly for you to follow the sound, but where was that sound coming from? It was hard to ignore and it was such a tempting thing. Against all rational thought, you got up from your bed and started to swim absentmindedly towards the source of the bewitching singing. It was so captivating, so so captivating! But your heart began to sink, its hull full of dread as the waters that you were heading for began to seem eerily familiar. Then it hit you; you were being lured back to Black Pearl Cookie’s domain! However, it was too late, the waters were darkening and the sounds of thunder rumbled above the surface.

“There you are!” Black Pearl Cookie smiled at you, the song was finally over and you were out of its grasp, but you were still in her trap. You tried to flee again, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you close. “Not yet! I’m in the mood to play again, and I’ve decided that you’re my favorite toy from now on.” She cackled as her tail entangled with yours. Serious deja vu, isn’t it? Didn’t this happen the first time you came into these waters?

“P-Please let me go!” You begged “I promise I won’t trespass anymore!”, Black Pearl Cookie started to laugh shrilly again. “Too late for that, plaything! Besides, I was hoping you would come back. I missed hearing your laughter, you know?” She started to gently run her fingers up and down your sides, not enough to tickle just yet but enough to feel, “You’re so cute, I can’t resist. Besides, I believe a punishment is in order for ditching me!”. Suddenly, she started the real tickling, her claw-like nails began skittering all over your sides and stomach like frantic crabs. You gasped sharply and started laughing crazily, you couldn’t stop and you couldn’t say anything! Once more you were pinned against her helplessly as she tickled you relentlessly, but this time she wasn’t going to stop until she wanted to.

You felt yourself and Black Pearl Cookie sinking down to the bottom of this chasm, and you felt the feeling of soaked wood from one of the ships against your back as you were pinned down. Black Pearl Cookie moved one hand to keep your arms above your head, while the other remained on your torso. Strangely, though, the polluted waters didn’t make it as hard to breathe as they did last time. Maybe you were already acclimating? Hard to say, but it’s not like you had any time to question the logistics of this situation! Black Pearl Cookie started to feverishly tickle between your gills and right along the flaps of dough that concealed them, you shrieked and started to laugh even harder and louder. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! N-NO! LET GOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHA! I’M SORREEHEHEHEHE!” You pleaded on deaf ears, flopping around like you were just brought onto land.

You could feel yourself already tearing up from being tickled so hard, but suddenly the tickling began to feel gentler. “Too much, plaything?” Black Pearl Cookie asked teasingly “Good!” She grinned widely with sharp teeth and went right back to her usual ways of being an incredibly rough ler.

Her hands kept moving spots, wildly but also methodically. However, it looked like she was avoiding the spot she loved last time, the space where your tail and your upper body met. It was your weakest spot, yet for some reason she seemed to completely be ignoring it this time. Why’s that?

“You know, I think I might just like you.” Black Pearl Cookie smiled, letting you go and laying on the ship’s deck next to you- still holding onto you, of course. “You’re such a cute little plaything! It’s been so long since I’ve seen any kind of merfolk around here, it’s so lonely.” she confessed, she had already stopped tickling you but one of her fingers was still tapping on your tummy. It seemed odd how she was confiding in you even though you hardly knew each other, especially since all she’s done to you is tickle you without any mercy. “I… can imagine.” You said, your throat was ironically a little dry, “I heard of the legends about you. I-I’m sorry you had to go through that.”. There was a bit of surprise that tugged oh the mermaid’s features, but she started to grin one more as if to cover up vulnerability. “Oh, it isn’t your fault! But since you’re just so sweet, I may as well go easy on you now… somewhat.” She moved down. Remember how I said she was avoiding your death spot earlier? Now it was getting her full attention! You started laughing uncontrollably again as she smothered the spot with fluttery kisses and used her hands to tickle it even more. At least it was somewhat more gentle?

Now only one question remained; would you come back again, or would you flee again as soon as she stopped for real? Only time may tell, and at this time she wasn’t letting go just yet.

End of fic! I need to stop putting myself in lee moods like this, it’s not healthy, it’s also not possible for any of these cookies to wreck me like I wish they would. Oh well! At least we’re in this together, amirite? Have a good one 🫶

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thelaughtercafe · 11 months ago

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Inevitable*

Tea Type: Black Coffee with a Shot of Espresso

Potential Triggers: Yandere Nagito, non-con for tickling and cuddling/forced kissing, manipulation of Reader's tickle kink against them, Reader has a pre-established Ultimate if that bothers you.

Pairing: Yandere! Nagito/F! Reader

Length: 1.3k+

Summary: Nagito had been kind and there for you, all throughout your school years. The last thing you expected was him to lock you away. He'd been persistent, but not broken you. Until now. If only his luck wasn't so powerful.

You were an angel. There was no other way to describe you. Not to Nagito. You'd been kind to him when he didn't deserve it, always fussing over him in school whenever you'd feel his upset. You were the Ultimate Empath- and he considered you the only person who truly understood him in the world.

So when the world fell to despair, through the actions of he and his friends? Well, he couldn't just…not protect his own personal hope. Right?

And yet…you'd done nothing but make him spiral into despair all the more. You were scared of him. Of what he felt and made you feel. It caused guilt and resentment build up in him all at once and his illnesses, on top of being an Ultimate Despair now certainly didn't help his self control any. He missed your smile. He'd do anything to see you beam at him again, to bestow the gift of your beautiful hope upon him.

It was then that his luck finally struck.

He had been having a cuddling session with you- not your favorite part of the day but his by a wide margin. You were still chained to his bed by your leg of course- he had to keep you safe. But it was soothing to feel your skin and cloth against his own.

It was when your breath hitched unnaturally that it piqued his interest. He had been absentmindedly stroking your stomach and humming when he noticed. Your shirt had ridden up a little. He paused a moment and then continued to hum, even as his mind spun.

'What could have caused you to react in such a way, my hope? I have to know.'

He allowed his fingers to flutter lower, like he believed they did and this time you jolted in his arms and let out a high pitched squeak. He couldn't help his smirk as he leaned down to purr into your ear, your body now tense as a spring, not breathing.

"Ah I see now. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, now would you love?"

"W-What me? No way! You're imagining things Nagi- l-let's just go back to cuddling okay? I was finally starting to fall asleep!"

You had turned to pout at him and Nagito could admit, you had always been a gifted performer. But he knew you better than anyone else- and he was going to take full advantage of this exciting discovery, no matter what. May as well use your lying as an excuse to punish you. Maybe it would lead you into the depths of despair? He hoped so, because then he could be the one to inspire you to ascend to the echelons of hope and you would finally treasure him as he did you.

"It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend, you know that?"

He was quiet a moment and then you felt air on your ear, intentionally this time which made you squirm and press your lips together in denial, now firmly turned away from him.

Now it was his turn to pout.

"Aww no fair! I haven't seen your smile in so long. You're going to show it to me."

His voice lowered, in that dangerous way that always gave you chills but you shook your head anyway, burrowing your face further into the soft bed as butterflies went wild in your stomach.

You never would've imagined this whole situation. Less than a year ago you were perfectly content at Hope's Peak Academy. Or at least you think it was less than a year. Nagito didn't exactly keep you updated on the time or date. He'd always been kind to you, and you were close with him and the others. But for this to happen…it brought you despair as you'd never known. And you couldn't fathom it bringing you hope. No matter how much Nagito claimed otherwise.

Truthfully, you'd always had a crush on Nagito. He was so attentive and kind; always looking out for his friends without a second thought. Not to mention, he was smart and you'd always found intelligence a sexy trait. But…things were changed now. He was still the boy you knew- but he was more sadistic than you ever fathomed he could be. His intelligence was now used to keep you hidden here. He was even prone to threats of telling the others where you were, if you struggled too much. He never got violent- but his punishments were of a different sort. Touch when you didn't want it. Your mandatory "cuddle sessions" were lengthened- and if you screamed or cursed at him- he'd shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips more than once. Eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stroked your face.

"There's no point in raising your voice. You belong with me. You'll come to see it in time. I know you feel it too."

Perhaps the most frightening thing of all, was that some part of you knew he was right. You'd liked him back in high school, and still found him physically attractive even now. How much longer could you keep up the facade of hatred? The silent treatment? He was all you had left in the wake of the Tragedy, after all. Plus…now he was doing this ? You’d done so well at hiding your kink. No-one knew of it. You damned his luck to the darkest pit of Hell as he forced you up to face him with a pull of your shoulder, moving quickly to straddle your waist.

Perceptive grey eyes bore into your expression as he analyzed the blush on your face, the hitch of your breath, and then he smirked.

“Ha, I knew it. You like this.”

“N-No I-”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together and, for perhaps the first time you kiss back. You think inwardly it’s because this is better than him finding out your tickle kink- but even you doubt the reasoning.

He pulled back to grin cheerily at you, chuckling in a carefree manner.

"Now, what did I just say about lying? Naughty brat. You'll have to be punished for that."

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shrugging as if the situation was out of his hands.

"And I was so nice, giving you a second chance too…oh well. Can't be helped."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but then his fingers were spidering up your sides to scribble at your ribs.

You burst into laughter instead, trying to squirm and weakly shove him off.

"Noohohoho!! Nagito! Not this plhehehehehease! It's too soon!"

His answering laughter was light and melodic as he moved to squeeze at your sides.

"Aw but you're so cute like this!"

He leaned down, lips meeting your neck before he whispered in your ear, oversensitivity making even that tickle as you flinched and tried to pull away.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything "below the belt", so to speak, until you consent. I'm not a complete monster. This is definitely my new favorite punishment method though. Besides, there's plenty of spots to explore, even without going there."

You felt his lips upturn into a smirk, as he nibbled experimentally at your neck.

"...If you get excited because of it? That's just a bonus. It'll make your true feelings for me all the stronger. After all, I'm the one making you feel this way."

Nagito finally pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. He smirked at you, the dominant glare in his eyes making you feel weak in the knees. You were running out of fight and he could tell in the way he sneered down at you. He knew he held all the power.

"It also makes you a liar though. All that bluster and loud denial. I knew it was an act. Good thing I know just how to punish you for it now, huh? Let's see where you're most ticklish, shall we my hope? We have a long night ahead of us."

Well…at least you're at the hands of Nagito. It could be worse. He'd told you of the despair your shared friends and classmates had created. Of what he'd done.

You were to be nothing but a toy for your old friends' whims until you eventually broke, just as he wanted. You could only resist for so long.

Perhaps it had been inevitable.